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Chapter 961 316. Plague March (4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 961 316. Plague March (4k)

A burst of blue light appeared in the room without warning. If it were other people, they would probably be surprised. But Donn knew who it was, so he just stood up from the chair quickly, acting calmly.

His desk is full of piles of battle report materials, some of which are recent, and some of which are obviously from the past. It is too easy to distinguish the parchment rolls among those white papers, not to mention that there are paint marks on the parchment rolls. Some of them are from the past.

The battle report that had been read was placed on a simple bookshelf behind him.

It can be seen that he was not resting during these days when he was anchored in Ultramar.

"Hello, Dorn." The mage was the first to greet him, his attitude was very natural, his expression was calm, and he even seemed a little careless.

But Dorn certainly wouldn't think that he would come to chat with him when he was fine. The mage had never done this to anyone, and even if he wanted to do it, he would not be the target. In fact, he really hoped that the mage was

I came to him with a responsibility.

Just as he was thinking this, the mage winked at him.

"You——" He frowned tightly, and then relaxed. "——I understand, what happened?"

"Nurgle Invasion."

The mage answered concisely. The first words he spoke made the wrinkles on Rogal Dorn's brow appear again. After a period of silence, Dorn asked: "What do you need the Imperial Fists for?"

"You really are. Forget it, I just want you to wait for the opportunity."

The mage shook his head and replied: "Through the star torch, I see germs, plague and death."

Donne asked cautiously and calmly: "Do you know how many demons there are?"

The mage shook his head again: "The subspace has also begun to reject me. I have fully accepted the influence of power, so it has also begun to reject anything that is beneficial to me. I can't see what is going on there, but

It can be inferred that they are approaching."

"subspace"

Dorn's expression looked as if someone had deliberately stepped on his toes. Opposite him, the mage continued.

"So far since the war started, Nurgle is the only evil god who has not shown any offensive intentions, but of course we cannot really regard him as harmless to humans and animals. In fact, his power is the most dangerous one. Especially

At this time, His sudden actions and attacks make me think of something even worse."

He pondered for a moment, while Dorn was still in a state of surprise - he had rarely seen a mage recounting such hard-won precious information so candidly.

This surprised him more than anything else. Compared to others, Dorn had not spent much time with the mage, but this did not prevent him from realizing how unique the mage's character was.

Oops.

Yes, bad. Dorn thought to himself: Perhaps only the former Curze can rival him in terms of bad taste. Then, I need to add Leman Russ-level acting skills and Fulgrim-level sentimentality.

And the pursuit of perfection. Who else?

His thoughts stopped here and did not continue.

"Maybe. No, forget it, there's no need to worry about it."

He Shenyan squinted his eyes, and Dorn noticed a flash of golden light in his eyes.

"You will operate with Jaghatai Khan, and the command will be shared between you and him. This time, you can't complain afterwards that I didn't think of your legion, Dorne. Except for the Ultramarines and the two sons fighting in the mainland,

Outside the regiment, everyone else must stay on board the Revenge."

Dorn nodded after a period of silence, and his face that never changed like a stone showed a brief moment of satisfaction. If he could, he would have laughed. Unfortunately, he didn't smile.

He just looked at the mage sincerely.

"I'm very grateful." he said.

He Shenyan didn't answer this sentence. He knew that Don En was grateful for more than just one thing. He didn't want to answer, so he turned into a point of light and disappeared. Don En stood there and sighed slowly, shoulders

He also relaxed.

But when he walked out of the room and started issuing orders, he became Rogal Dorn again.

No weakness, no hesitation, a stubborn stone.

"Maximus!" he shouted. "Come here!"

——

"Mortarion!"

They chant in unison, scattering escaping germs in the air that can easily cause cancer.

"Mortarion! The Lord of Death! The Pale King! The end of all things!"

They continued to sing, the fungi squirmed, the rotten corpses confined in it opened their mouths, and the rotten fungi crawled out, squirming uneasily in the green mist. Life, decay, and death were so exquisitely intertwined.

Together.

"Mortarion! Mortarion! Mortarion!"

They sing without any sense of praise, on the contrary, they are full of ridicule.

Not far away from them, a man bound in the soil was looking up at the decaying sky. His diseased eyes stared at the yellow and green curtain, and there was nothing in it, until a voice sounded in his ears.

The edge rang.

"Are you dissatisfied with them, great Lord of Death?"

Known as the Lord of Death, the man buried in the soil slightly turned his only movable head and looked at the speaking demon. The mouth behind his respirator opened slightly, and he made a distorted and cold voice.

Spit out by him.

"I'm not a stupid fool, I know they are mocking me. I'm afraid this is one of Nurgle's punishments for me, right? Because I don't want to serve him?"

"Ah, then I don't know."

The naive, jade-like demon waved its arms clumsily, and the flesh that was so fat and uncomfortable surged like waves. A pleasant smile appeared on its ugly face, and in its toothless mouth, the gums softened.

Slowly squirming, a few diseased and yellowed teeth grew out.

"But we all don't like your mockery of Nelugos's death. My loving father wanted you to go with him to kill one of the Cursed One's helpers, but you refused him. How brave you are,

Lord Mortarion."

The demon grinned, bent down exaggeratedly, and bowed. It was undoubtedly trying to anger Mortarion, but the latter was indifferent. This was very different from the character he had shown in the past.

It also made the devil slightly and subtly unhappy.

Then, the smile disappeared from its face.

"Don't you have a sense of humor, Lord of Death? You are not a believer of the Blood God, and you don't have much anger in your heart. You are not one of those damn bluebirds who are always chattering about plots and tricks. You are not one of those weak ones either.

A licentious person. You should have a perfect sense of humor like us, but you always put on a bad face. Why?"

Mortarion still remained silent, and this contempt that did not want to talk stung the demon's pride. It shouted: "Okay! Then you can stay here! I don't care about you, you just continue to play.

An aphasic or mute!"

"return."

Mortarion stopped it, and the demon turned his head happily: "Are you willing to change your mind?"

"No."

Mortarion slowly stood up from the soil. As he moved, the maggots hidden in the soil also fell down. He stood in front of the demon and said slowly: "I just

I plan to tell you that Nurgle’s punishment on me has just ended. Why, didn’t He tell you?”

The devil's face wrinkled up at his words: "What are you showing off?! Everyone knows you have second thoughts, you don't even call Him loving father!"

"Ah"

Mortarion let out a long string of low laughter from his throat, as if he was sick. He laughed so happily that the demon felt a little uneasy: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm just surprised. I'm surprised that you actually want to put something that everyone knows on the table. In terms of the sharpness of your words, you can't even compare to Nelugos who is still in the Nurgling period.

——It’s dead, and you will be next, Balu. The man in black robe is waiting in that star field, can’t you see it? Do you really think you can win under his gaze?”

The obese body of the demon known as Balu began to tremble, the diseased plants around him began to shake violently because Mortarion mentioned that name, the soil began to tremble, and the fog began to dissipate as if it was running away.

If it weren't for Mortarion's soft voice, half of the garden would probably start to tremble because of this pronoun that is not a name.

Mortarion laughed lowly again, amused by their fear.

Baloo looked at all this with dissatisfaction. After a few seconds, he pushed Mortarion angrily and said through gritted teeth: "I will avenge Neerugos!"

"Really? How do you plan to take revenge?"

Being pushed with all his strength by a Nurgle demon, even Mortarion took a few steps back to stabilize his body. But he was not angry, he just shook his head and continued to ask.

"How are you going to avenge your brother? His body and soul are destroyed, and the reason for all this is just because he was watched by the man in black robe. You have heard of his name, haven't you? Every piece of air in the garden, even

For every germ, you whisper his name with fear and hatred. You are much weaker than Nerugos, Balu, how do you want to avenge it?"

"You don't have to worry about it! Also, you know very well that you can't mention his name here! Look, these little things are scared by you! Dear father, how could you do such a thing?!"

The demon turned away angrily. It walked very slowly. The rotten plants swaying on the fungus carpet were affected by its huge size. They stubbornly stopped it and refused to let it leave.

Balu stopped in place. Compared to its previous irritability, it was now gentler. It kept whispering: "I won't die, let me go, okay? I will continue to cultivate Neergos and stay."

What about those plagues? I will come again."

The plants that had received the promise relaxed with satisfaction, and Balu also breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to speed away, but was unable to do so because of his size.

Mortarion's voice continued behind it: "You want revenge, don't you, Baloo?"

The demon stopped again, without looking back, and asked dully: "What? The noble Lord of Death, want to help me?"

Mortarion let out a hoarse laugh again, the corrupted wings behind his back vibrated slightly, and dark green mist emitted from the gaps in his armor.

Although he acted so cheerfully, there was no smile in his diseased eyes. He breathed deeply and said slowly: "No, but I can provide you with a mutual help plan."

".I don't believe you have such good intentions."

Balu, who had been acting innocent to a bit stupid before, turned around, his eyes flashing with the same cunning as his brother: "You definitely want me to do something for you, it's too late, Lord of Death. Plague.

The army has already set off, and I will catch up with them."

"You guessed part of it right." Mortarion replied noncommittally. "But, this favor is easy for you."

Balu looked at him suspiciously, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should agree or not. His loving father had already left, but before he left, he asked them to start a war. If it disobeyed its loving father's orders, it would definitely be killed.

Punitive.

However, no matter what, it could not forget how Nergos helped it stand out among hundreds of maggots, so it still spoke.

"What's the deal?" it asked hesitantly. "It'd better be as simple as you said."

Despite the mask, Baloo still felt that Mortarion was laughing after hearing these words.

"Very well," he replied slowly. "I want you to bring Typhons here."

".What?"

The demon was taken aback and raised his hands awkwardly to show his confusion: "You - oh, no!"

It seemed as if it suddenly understood something and screamed unacceptably.

"You can't - you, you can't talk to your loving father in front of him! Oh, my loving father is not here. But, he will come back, and he is more favored than you!"

Baloo stammered. "Even if you really want to fight him. I mean, I don't have a problem with this, but you can't fight him in the garden!"

"It's not a fight, Balu, I'm going to kill him."

Mortarion answered softly, his respirator hissing, and his diseased eyes looked extremely strange at this moment: "Second, I want to correct one thing for you. I have no interest in that damn favor. You

Bring him here, and I will help you go to the man in black robe and avenge your brother, how about that?"

A few minutes later, the demon slowly left the place. Mortarion stood among the brightly colored flowers, with the diseased wings behind his back swaying gently. He slowly sat down and looked up at the decaying sky, full of

He let out a breath of hatred.

Around him they were still chanting.

"Mortarion! Mortarion! The Lord of Death, the Pale King! The end of all things! The Crowned Destruction, the embodiment of plague! Beloved of Nurgle, his beloved son!"

Mortarion burst out laughing.

The Lion King is back

I feel very conflicted. I want to write, but I also don’t want to because I’m afraid of being stabbed in the back.

(End of chapter)