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Chapter 1028 382. Roundtable Talk (Seventeen, Death Guard, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

I am going to kill you.

The giant struggled to put his foot into the gap between the rocks. He carefully tried it to ensure that it could bear his own weight and strength before he continued to climb up.

This thing shouldn't be so difficult for him. His physical fitness and strength can make free-handed rock climbing, which is extremely dangerous for ordinary people, an extremely simple task. However, the poisonous mist lingering on the mountain peak is

This raises the difficulty of this matter to a terrifying level.

Don't get me wrong, he was not poisoned, he just couldn't see clearly above and below. In addition, the outer layer of the rock here has become very fragile due to the presence of poisonous mist. He didn't want to fall, he had something to do.

He wore a respirator mask on his face, which was already a little too small. It was what he had taken with him when he escaped. Although there were some problems with the size, it did not prevent it from working.

He continued to climb up, and at the same time, he thought - I'm going to kill you.

who?

If you weren't him, you wouldn't know the answer.

His adoptive father.

A monster.

On the planet named Barbarus beneath his feet, there are thousands of dark and twisted beings. Just by being alive, they will poison humans and nature. This planet is polluted in this way. And he, he is not here

people.

He came from outside the world. His adoptive father did not hide this fact, and it did not bother to hide it. Barbarus was ruled by overlords who used witchcraft, and it was the king among the overlords. It raised him only out of interest, not out of interest.

something else.

It gave him a name - Mortarion, called the Son of Death. The Overlord considered itself dead, and its arrogance was evident in it. In addition to the name, it gave Mortarion something else.

For example, being hungry and cold, being besieged by a dozen monsters, or going out to hunt dangerous beasts to get food. When it is in a good mood, it will force Mortarion to go to it, and then it will force Mortarion to teach him

Install something.

War, death, how to torture weak humans more interestingly, how to sacrifice to obtain powerful psychic powers and witchcraft

Mortarion was not interested in any of them, so just a few years later, as a young man, he left this mountaintop shrouded in poisonous mist. His adoptive father was obviously not satisfied with this.

Yes, only in this way can we explain the vulnerable beast that escaped so fast. Only in this way can we explain why the village was attacked immediately after he left. Only in this way can we explain why the eyes of those who were killed were so dark.

Shining with light from the Witch King's power.

I am going to kill you.

Mortarion continued to climb, not stopping, not resting, not even taking a moment to breathe. He swore an oath to avenge those people.

But his adoptive father was not stupid. In fact, the wisdom of every sorcery overlord was incomprehensible, let alone the sorcerer king. He naturally knew what kind of power this creature that became a giant in a few years possessed.

In the poisonous cloud above his head, a shadowy black shadow suddenly rushed towards him. Its sharp roar alerted Mortarion, and the original body raised his head alertly, and in just half a second, he did

A bold decision was made.

He let go of his hand, and his legs stuck between the cracks in the rock suddenly exerted force. The huge strength and his extraordinary agility allowed him to catch the black shadow during the short ascent.

"Sure enough," Mortarion whispered. "It knew I was coming."

The monster he caught let out a sharp roar again, but this time, it was somewhat painful.

The ferocious horns on its head were clenched tightly by the original body at this moment, and the huge force almost broke them. Mortarion stepped on its back and clenched his fist hard. Driven by the pain, the monster

Soon she was controlled by him unwillingly.

The climbing process was immediately reduced to an exaggerated situation. In just a few minutes, he reached the top of the mountain. Not far away, there was a palace that was silently threatening the world in the darkness.

He jumped off the monster's back, not forgetting to take away its horns and break its wings as he walked. He fell to the ground, and the seriously injured monster also fell to the ground with him.

He walked over, ended its life, and then turned around, not surprisingly seeing many twisted monsters walking out of the darkness.

"You will all die."

He said calmly and took out the sickle he used to harvest crops from behind his waist. It was just a mortal thing, but that didn't matter.

"We know, Son of Death."

One of the monsters replied, it looked just like a skeleton, but was wearing simple and ferocious armor: "But we must obey the master's orders, otherwise we will not even be able to enjoy the freedom of death."

"Then come." Mortarion said softly.

The battle broke out, and the first to die was a beast-shaped monster with ten human heads behind it. Whenever it attacked, they would sing in unison, disturbing the primarch's mind with their cursed sounds.

Mortarion didn't react at all to this attack that could kill an ordinary person instantly. He just frowned. He stepped forward and swung his scythe, killing the monster within two seconds.

The second one was the skeleton, holding a sword in its hand, slashing at the primarch. Mortarion responded by grabbing its weapon with one hand and using the blade of the sword to kill it.

The head was smashed.

At first, the battle can be considered easy, but the number of monsters is endless. What's worse is that they are getting stronger and stronger. From skeletons to undead long snake behemoths, from twisted suture beasts to ground monsters.

A bloody mouth emerged from underneath.

There was even support from the air. Broken human hands and heads were flying around, and venom was spit out from the jawless mouth in a horrific way. The esophagus and trachea were shaking, which was disgusting and terrifying.

Mortarion is strong, but not so strong that he ignores everything.

He will be injured. In fact, he is seriously injured now. An ordinary person may die a hundred times, but he can still persist.

He didn't know the reason, but he noticed this when he held the last monster's spine and forcibly pulled it out of the rotting body.

He can still continue.

The original body took a breath of air. His mask had been damaged in the battle, so naturally it could no longer perform the function of filtering the air. At this moment, he was breathing highly toxic air, but his lungs were not as strong as three minutes ago.

Just got used to this.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, suppressing the sweetness rising in his throat, and then he moved forward, heading towards the palace.

He will kill it.

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"It's a terrible sight. Tell us, brother, have you ever faced these things?" Alpharius asked.

He didn't ask this question in his usual tone, his brows were furrowed and his expression was serious, obviously he didn't intend to joke about this matter.

Facing his question, the Lord of Death just nodded calmly.

"Those overlords who use witchcraft will conduct experiments on humans. In fact, they allow people to survive just because they need test subjects."

Someone cursed in a low voice, and Horus was surprised to find that this person turned out to be Sanguinius. The archangel's face tightened and he cursed in the most vicious language he could think of.

Then, Konrad Curze laughed again - he mocked: "It seems that you are really not good at cursing and insulting, Sanguinius."

"Do you want to compare yourself with others in this kind of thing?" Corax said angrily. "You don't think this is something worthy of superiority and pride, do you, Bat?"

"You can't deny that the art of language is very useful in battle, and the same is true in life, scavengers. Just like now, I use scavengers to refer to crows, and I have the upper hand in the conversation with you."

Curze raised his chin triumphantly, causing Vulkan to cover his face with difficulty. The Fire Dragon Lord said dullly: "I still don't understand why you call each other this way."

"They look alike." Khan replied in a deliberately thoughtful tone. "That's why, Vulganha."

Corax narrowed his eyes: "If I have to say it, you are the only oriental face among us, Chagatai. But you and I are still brothers, so don't take the matter of me and him looking alike.

Just kidding."

Khan smiled successfully: "So you don't want to have a similar face to him? I thought your relationship had improved."

The corners of Corax's eyes twitched, and the Lord of Crows took a deep breath: "It has improved because he is now a normal person."

"It's okay, Corax. I know that the medical cabin actually has plastic surgery capabilities. If you don't want to have pale skin and dark eyes, you can consider having plastic surgery."

The Lord of the Night spoke slowly, and at the same time laughed rather evilly.

"I think your long blond hair, blue eyes, and skin as white as jade will suit you very well. When the time comes, maybe your title will change, such as Sanguinius without wings or something like that.

"

"Your true father!"

The emperor suddenly raised his head from the book, looking confused: "Ah? Yes, Corax, I am here, what's wrong?"

Behind him, the Imperial Guard in the shadows calmly took a step forward and explained in a whisper what had just happened within half a minute. The Emperor then rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"Please forgive me. This knowledge prevents me from paying attention to your reactions. Even so, I still hope that you can maintain your manners. If you are arguing over appearance like this, you even want me to come forward."

The emperor paused, pursed his lips, and waited several seconds before uttering the next words.

"Although I do not object to such innocent behavior, I can even say that I like it. But you are also Primarchs after all." He persuaded tactfully. "Go on, Center, let's find something for my sons to do.

."

Then, he lowered his head and continued to flip through the book. Magnus stared at his every move, as if he had noticed something, and quickly exchanged a few glances with Guilliman. The latter's eyes narrowed slightly.

, nodded towards the Crimson King.

After the meeting, they had something new to do.

There is another chapter. By the way, the reason why I wrote about Mortarion first is because he had more voting choices before, not because I am biased.