Reincarnation Paradise: Giant Treasure Chest

These words are spoken sincerely.

Because Guilliman has realized that even with Khorne dead and Tzeentch in hiding, the Chaos forces still seem unaware of Avia's terror and are attacking unscrupulously.

So in Guilliman's mind, he regarded Avia as the ultimate weapon against Nurgle or Slaanesh, and did not want Avia's existence to be exposed so early.

"Hmph!" Mortarion, who was leading the Chaos fleet at a rapid speed, felt that Guilliman had found his weakness. The planet Ex, which seemed to be a trap, might not have any defense at all.

The Chaos fleet, entangled in otherworldly flesh and blood, advanced even faster under Mortarion's instructions.

Sure enough, things turned out just as Mortarion had predicted. There were only a few space stations for communication near the entire planet of Aix, and there were not even any Extreme Marines stationed there.

It wasn't until the Chaos fleet flew outside Aix's atmosphere that Aix's planetary shield opened as if it had just reacted.

Mortarion was pleasantly surprised as the fierce Nurgle power artillery fire and huge amounts of plague were quickly poured onto the thin planetary shield.

He had to destroy this place that blasphemed the power of his father before Guilliman came to his rescue.

"Ah~"

A long sigh echoed in and outside the atmosphere.

A somewhat lazy female voice sounded in the ears of all Nurgle soldiers:

"Would you like to live in the sunshine?"

Something is wrong!

Even the fallen Primarch Mortarion, who possessed great power, could not find the source of the sound.

He had only felt this level of power from his loving father.

"Withdraw~"

Mortarion's order failed to be carried out, and the gentle sunlight covered Mortarion's main fleet like a black hole.

The main force of the Nurgle army, which had intended to break through head-on, seemed to disappear in an instant. The Great Unclean One Ku'gath, who was in contact with Mortarion, and Lucius, the Champion of Slaanesh, both lost contact with this force in an instant.

Unprecedented fear enveloped the hearts of the Chaos Army, who brought fear to others.

Lucius, the champion of Slaanesh, acted decisively, abandoned the mission of Slaanesh, and evacuated the battlefield with his fleet.

Guilliman had foreseen the fall of Mortarion and was prepared for the evacuation of Chaos. He immediately ordered the entire army to switch from defense to offense and leave the stronghold to pursue.

Now Nurgle Vanguard Typhas also realized that this might be a trap set by Guilliman, and also chose to evacuate.

The vigorous plague war entered its second phase, and the empire sounded the clarion call for a counterattack.

On the planet Ix, the Mortarion fleet, whose Chaos forces had been purified, and its subordinates were captured by the gravity of the planet Ix and fell into the atmosphere.

However, like Angron, Mortarion was not a Primarch who was lured into Chaos by the Chaos Order, but was inherently incompatible with the Imperial Order.

So even though he was purified and did not lose his fighting ability, Mortarion still had no intention of laying down his weapon.

It's just that there was no influence from Nurgle, and the power of the woman's voice was too terrifying.

Mortarion only cautiously built a large defensive fortress after the fleet crashed, and then sent people to check the situation on the planet Aix.

As a result, every time he sent out a group of subordinates, a group of them disappeared.

On the planet Aix, not only is there no Chaos power, even the power of the Emperor cannot survive.

Compared to the rotten sores of the entire world, the environment of Planet X, which is solely responsible for healing, is like heaven.

The warriors sent by Mortarion were all treated as strange extreme warriors and sent to the general hospital in Xi to receive demobilization-level treatment.

Then, after these warriors were repainted, faced with the choice between returning to the battlefield and staying on Planet Aix as guards, they all chose the latter.

Here, they were neither Chaos nor Imperial warriors, and were almost unrestrained.

But for Mortarion, this situation was too horrific, making him no different from a blind man.

After suffering psychological torture day after day, Mortarion finally led the team out of the fortress and tried to explore the planet Aix.

The Mortarion fleet crashed in the vast ocean south of the planet Aix.

Mortarion had to take a boat first and head to the land according to the map in the Chaos intelligence.

After half a day's sailing, a huge and prosperous port appeared in his sight.

This port is an amphibious port. The occasional landing of Imperial assault transport ships forced Mortarion to draw his weapons and order preparations for war.

It turned out that these were clearly assault ships and Ultramarines belonging to the Empire. Although they clearly recognized Mortarion, they did not launch an attack. Instead, they ignored him and continued to transport the wounded.

However, there were some brave mortals who approached the ferocious-looking Mortarion without any fear.

"Are you new here, here for treatment?"

The port receptionist, Oak, now wearing the armor he once dreamed of and carrying a scythe, looked up and asked the Ultramarines in front of him.

Mortarion didn't understand what was going on. This strange situation made him a little scared.

However, judging from the armed forces of this port, there is nothing here that can stop him from breaking out.

Mortarion nodded.

"Can you move freely? If you can, go and wait over there. If you can't, arrange for expedited treatment."

Oak asked again and pointed to a huge land train nearby. That train was the one used by the Empire to transport Ultramarines and the wounded.

The mortal in front of him didn't even ask what legion he came from!

Mortarion, who was not affected by Chaos, wanted to find out what happened here, so he obediently followed this mortal and boarded the train.

Mortarion did not separate from his men, occupying three entire carriages.

The train crossed the continent and was transported to a huge hospital. Mortarion silently received a full set of treatment.

All the old injuries he had suffered over the past ten thousand years, as well as the defects that appeared in his body after being purified after ascending to the demonic realm, were all healed by various surgeries and the gentle sunlight.

Throughout the entire process, Mortarion remained conscious.

It wasn't until the mortals, with the blue paint that only Guilliman's men would apply to it, that Mortarion refused.

Just before he was loaded into the container, Xi appeared at the end of the assembly line and asked the same question as the other Ultramarines:

"You can return to the battlefield and belong to the Empire, or you can stay here. Which one do you choose?"

Mortarion was a little bit incredulous for a moment, and asked with deep doubt:

“If I choose to stay, what do I need to do?”

Xi tilted her head. Few Ultramarines would ask this question. She thought for a moment and replied:

"Follow the rules and don't fight. Food and lodging are all provided. Of course, if you want more and better, you need to work for it yourself."

Now Mortarion finally understood why his men had gone and never returned.

"I want to stay, what should I do?"

Mortarion asked this with mixed feelings.

"Just go over there and register."

Xi pointed to the hall on the other side of the assembly line.

Mortarion shook his head and prayed to his father Nurgle as usual.

As one of the most beloved of the Fallen Primarchs, whenever he did this, whispers from his loving father would fill his heart.

But this time, Mortarion's world was quiet.

Mortarion was silent for a long time, and received no response.

"If you want to continue fighting for your Emperor, then get into the container. If you don't want to fight anymore, then go that way. Don't block the road."

Xi said a little impatiently.

Mortarion opened his eyes again, looked at the mortals sprayed with blue paint, and asked:

"Can I spray some?"

Xi took out Ivia's special paint spray and sprayed it on Mortarion impatiently.

The once fallen Primarch Mortarion, the messenger of Nurgle, turned into an ordinary blue giant and walked into the registration hall with his subordinates.

"If you want this ending, you can go down and take a walk now. It will also be like this."

Ivia sat on a high place, worried about Mortarion's handling of the situation, and said to Guilliman who came to check on her.

Guilliman rarely responded to Avia immediately and even took a step towards the assembly line below.

"The Empire needs me!" Guilliman said as if to encourage him.

"No, actually, there's no need." Ivia deliberately retorted.

Chapter 440 Masked Banquet

While Guilliman was on his expedition to Ultramar, the leadership of the Imperial capital of Terra was briefly transferred to the former High Lords.

However, after the Great Purge, the High Lords, facing the butcher's knife, did not have the courage to trip up Guilliman. They were trembling with fear and tried their best to maintain various supply support for the expeditionary force.

However, it is difficult to change one's nature. With great power in hand, the high lords began to indulge in a luxurious life of pleasure again.

Extending their tentacles to the planet Aix is ​​only part of their actions.

Guilliman followed Mortarion for several more days, confirming that Mortarion was even different from Angron, who was restless and still wanted to fight, and was even unwilling to take up an ordinary position on the planet X.

Mortarion simply lived a very comfortable retirement life, strolling around every day, collecting food, then fishing, returning to his residence, and occasionally being interested in participating in the confrontation games between the Ultramarines.

He also enjoys playing villains in games, primarily playing the fallen Primarch Mortarion.

But he was not lurking and plotting something in secret as Guilliman thought.

Guilliman watched all this with sadness and emotion.

If the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago could have been completed, then Mortarion's current appearance would be what all Primarchs should enjoy.

Mortarion has abdicated his responsibilities.

I can’t do it myself!

Guilliman even knew that as long as he gave in, the peaceful life before him would soon cover the entire empire.

But in this beautiful environment, the only thing missing is the emperor, and there is no nostalgia for the empire.

Everything, the emperor's dream, his own dream, and even the magnificent kingdom of mankind unifying the galaxy, will become a thing of the past.