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Chapter 1030 384. Roundtable Talk (Nineteen, Death Guard, 4.5k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Mortarion had never fought such a difficult battle - he could swear to anyone, no one.

Before today, he never knew that he could withstand such an astonishing blow.

Now, he stood in front of the Witch King. Three fingers on his left hand could no longer move due to severed tendons. He could feel that his ribs were broken, and they caused pain every time he breathed.

His eyes were dim and everything he saw was foggy. This may be due to a psychic attack three minutes ago.

The Witch-King is very patient. He slowly looks for opportunities and releases every sorcery to ensure that they have an effect on Mortarion.

Now, the young Primarch had been burned by fire and struck by lightning. He didn't know what the next time would be, but he thought he could still fight.

Moreover, he must fight.

He gasped, stood up straight, and stretched out his right hand like lightning, grabbing the Witch King's scythe. His own weapon had long been broken, and now, the weapon he relied on was his own body.

His bones could compete with the Witch King's scythe in terms of hardness, but the pain was unavoidable. When the sharp blade cut his flesh and blood and stuck on the bones, causing tremors, Mortarion still endured it.

He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

The Instigator sneered and retreated, retreating into the darkness. Its cautiousness was almost annoying. It did not engage in actual close combat with the Primarch, but only used various tricks to wear him down.

"Do you really think you can win?" it asked disdainfully. "Son of Death, it's not too late to admit defeat and kneel down."

"lie."

Mortarion covered his right hand and looked at the darkness around him with vigilance. He had to concentrate at all times. The consequence of distraction was death, and he could not die.

At least he can't die now.

"I never lie."

The Witch King's voice echoed in the darkness, too heavy and too terrifying. Its spiritual power made the temperature here frighteningly low, and even Mortarion could feel the cold.

"No, you're a liar, you monster."

"You are slandering the master of death, Mortarion. You know nothing about me. You don't know how much energy I spent to stand out from those low-level creatures and have the life form I have now. And you,

You have everything I've ever dreamed of just by growing up."

The Witch King did not hide his jealousy. It seemed to start a long speech without any tactics. However, both it and Mortarion knew that time would only tilt the balance of victory towards the Witch King's side.

.

Time did not favor the primarch, and his injuries did not allow him to delay for too long.

"So you were once human? That is, you once had a name?"

asked the Primarch, racking his brain to think of a plan that might win. He dug within himself, trying to find the knowledge he needed. Then, somewhere in a corner, he discovered

An unexpected surprise.

In other words, shocked.

Frightened.

His breathing began to change slightly, but the Witch King did not notice this. It was immersed in the joy of being about to win, so it began to talk nonsense. It had even begun to think about what would happen after winning. It said to Mortarion

There is ample consideration for the body.

With the flesh and blood of the Primarch, it could even advance further in its current life form.

"Trying to delay time. Stupid. I once taught you knowledge about war and fighting. Can't you see clearly how injured you are now? I really shouldn't have raised you. I should have treated you as a test subject. Don't

Talion. Your blood means more to me than your life."

"So, you just want power?" the original body said with difficulty, blood foam flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Power means everything!" the Witch King roared.

"You don't understand. You were born with extraordinary power! Tell me, which one of the humans at the foot of the mountain can kill the monsters I created with just a wave of your hand like you? And which one can be killed by me?

You're still standing after attacking your brain with psychic energy? You're seriously injured and on the verge of death, but you can still kill me with one hit!"

It roared angrily, full of resentment and hatred, but it didn't know who it was directed at.

"When I was a human, living exhausted my strength. I didn't want to roll in the mud like them and run away when being robbed. I was not born for this! I should be nobler than them all.

!”

"Your life makes me laughable"

Mortarion bent over and gasped. His eyes shone with a deep green light, like a source of decay, or the diseased eyes of a dead man.

That light made the Witch King stop.

"What?" it asked in disbelief. "What is this?"

"I have no idea."

The Primarch said with difficulty. His hearing began to fade, everything disappeared, became sharp and distorted, and then another voice broke into his heart. It was like thunder.

Accept it.

Thunder rolls.

Accept it and you can survive, you can win this, and more.

Thunder and lightning exploded in his mind, and dark green flames burned blazingly, sweeping across the land ravaged by lightning.

This power is yours, Mortarion, accept it, use it to wear the crown and become the King of Death!

Between the trance and pain, something seemed to be whispering to him. Behind the dark curtain, it promised victory and rewards to Mortarion, and even caused illusions to sweep over him.

The Primarch saw the scene after his victory, seeing that every sorcery overlord on Barbarus was easily killed by him, people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and he became the only true king here.

He can be nobler than anyone and more powerful than anyone.

but why?

This question flashed through the primarch's vague consciousness: Why should I be nobler than others? I am only human, and I don't need those powers.

Something roared angrily behind the curtain, and the illusion changed. The overlords still ruled Barbarus, and the people were miserable under their rule. The people were in dire straits, and everyone was worse than dead.

This is the consequence of your refusal! You can't win!

The Witch King's face flashed in front of him, and the two green flames that lit up in the darkness bloomed manically: And I will suck your blood, devour your flesh and blood, and bring suffering to everyone!

The Primarch looked into its eyes, and at this moment, the line between reality and illusion was blurred.

In reality, the Witch King was already sweeping towards him with terrifying power. It didn't know what tricks Mortarion was playing, but it was already determined to take the risk.

From the light in the primarch's eyes, it tasted fear, which made it feel ashamed. There was no trace of humanity in its eyes, only greed for his flesh.

And in the illusion, the Witch King's eyes are the same, there is only greed for his body, and nothing else.

"No."

The original body whispered, then raised his right hand, grabbed the Witch King's head, and snatched away its scythe.

The slash of annihilation came in an instant, and the psychic shield could not stop the attack of this weapon. The Witch King's head flew high, the darkness covering it dissipated, and the true appearance underneath was extremely shriveled.

, is no different from an old man.

The Witch King's headless body slowly lay down, and then disappeared like flying ashes.

Mortarion still stood, power welling up in his bones, not promised power, but his own.

It has been silent for a long time, waiting for his awakening power since birth.

They surged out from every cell, quickly repairing his injuries. But the original body didn't know why, he just felt tired.

"No." He repeated, facing the empty hall. "I am not the king."

——

"amazing!"

Leman Russ cheered, lowering his right hand to his chest, as loud as beating a war drum: "He did it! He did it with his own strength! Listen to that declaration, I will not be the king!"

The Wolf King smiled without any consciousness that he was also a king. At this moment, his happiness was clear without any impurities, a kind of pure happiness.

"It's unbelievable. He said no to that voice?!"

Magnus's voice was trembling in response. This was the first time since his return that he had spoken so loudly in front of his brothers.

"How did he do it? He was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and he knew nothing about the evil god. He should have regarded this as his hallucination!"

"Willpower."

Khan said seriously.

"Our brother from another world has a formidable willpower. Every difficulty he encountered only strengthened his willpower. He won the victory as a human being. He not only defeated the alien, he even defeated

Nurgle.”

"What do you think, Mortarion?" Curze asked.

The Lord of the Night did not laugh or joke this time. He looked quite calm when he asked the question, which could even be said to be a bit surprising. He put his hands together and formed a tower shape, covering the tip of his nose.

Corax frowned suddenly. This gesture became more and more familiar, and he even felt strangely confused: "Are you imitating him?"

".I'm not talking to you, Crow." Curze waved his hand impatiently.

"I have nothing to say." Mortarion replied dryly.

"Really?" Cozz asked relentlessly. "You seem to be holding ten million words in your heart. Brother, come out quickly."

"I don't have anything to say." Mortarion repeated, and then he put the dagger close to his neck. The horrifying gesture made Vulkan's expression unspeakable.

The Fire Dragon Lord sighed and stretched out his hand. His extraordinary wingspan allowed him to easily touch Mortarion's wrist. With a little force, he pulled the blade away from his brother's neck.

"Although I don't understand how you feel now, Mortarion, there is no need for you to feel that you should commit suicide just because of this."

Vulkan politely spread his right hand, while his left hand was still holding Mortarion's wrist: "Seriously, it's not necessary, is it?"

".I was just thinking."

"You should put your dagger to your neck when you think. Okay, write it down, brothers. This is the only philosophical thought given by our brother from Barbarus after we have known each other for so long!"

Curze raised his arms and shouted. Sanguinius sighed and turned into light and disappeared. The next time he appeared, he had arrived behind Curze. The Lord of the Night raised his head, just in time to see the archangel looking down at him with an expressionless face.

appearance.

"Well?"

"Father, I want to take Conrad out of the seat for a while. Please pause the projection for five minutes. Brothers, please forgive my behavior, but I will be back soon."

Sanguinius finished speaking expressionlessly, then grabbed Conrad Curze's shoulders and dragged him out forcefully.

"I hope he won't come back this time." Roger Dorn said quietly.

"Why, you don't want him to sit down?" Perturabo actually questioned Curze at this time. "Are you actually such a person, Rogal Dorn?"

Dorn looked back expressionlessly, and Perturabo sneered and stared at him from a distance. Neither of them spoke anymore, but their eyes were so cold that they could kill.

The Golden Word Messenger covered his forehead and cast a puzzled look at Angron: Have they always been like this?

The Lord of Red Sand curled his lips and said nothing, but it seemed as if he had said everything.

Horus coughed, temporarily attracting the attention of the Primarchs to him.

He said: "Okay, okay. Since Conrad has left his seat, I think we should also restore the atmosphere of the meeting. Serious and serious discussion is the atmosphere we should have, not -

—Perturabo, can you listen to me?"

The Lord of Steel looked into Dorne's eyes expressionlessly and replied: "I'm listening."

".You didn't even look at me."

"Who said I have to look at you before I can listen? I don't have eyesight in my ears."

The Shepherd God took a painful deep breath once, and then a second time.

"Okay, back to the topic. Mortarion, your chapter has just begun, so we should continue for quite some time. Brother, if you feel something is wrong, please stop at any time."

"I have no problem." The Lord of Death said very quickly. Vulkan had already let go of his hand at this time, so he put the knife to his neck again, which looked extremely weird.

Fulgrim calmly shook his head slightly.

At this moment, he missed someone very much - thinking about this, he looked back at the emperor. As expected, he saw that their father was reading books with frowning eyebrows at this moment, very serious, very solemn, simply

It's like I've been in the wrong place.

Father, at this time, you actually chose to study?

Phoenix felt extremely ridiculous. He sighed and turned around. He wanted to say something, but the center responded to Horus' words.

"I have a simplified model," it said in a mechanical voice. "The first round table meeting - when you were not here, Horus Luperkar. That time, the simplified model was used."

"So, we are in verbose mode now?" the lion asked slowly.

"You can call it that."

"If you come to me, please be sure to use detailed mode." He emphasized the word "must" very strongly.

".Please use simple mode directly, hub."

Mortarion finally seemed to have a reaction other than expressionless at this moment. He sighed and said: "I don't want to see more things about Barbarus. Besides, why didn't you talk about this earlier?"

What's going on?"

"No one asked me. As a hating intelligence, my programming is very rigid. For example, handling government affairs for Robert Guilliman. If he doesn't stop, I will have to keep wasting these precious computing power——

No, I mean, used for insignificant things."

There was silence in the conference room for a moment, and then Ruth said softly: "Did it just say the words "irrelevant"?

"I'm sure I heard the word waste." Chagatai nodded solemnly.

"Robert, how can you push your work to the Center?" Horus asked disappointedly.

The Imperial Regent didn't say anything. He just took a deep breath, then grabbed his personal terminal and clicked on the page dealing with government affairs, his expression very gloomy.

The battle between Mortarion and the Witch King was briefly mentioned in RH, so I can be regarded as making up a character and design for the Witch King. This is not in RH. If you have not read it, please be sure not to

First impression.

Also, what on earth is the Emperor doing?