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Chapter 970 325. The Undertaker (2, 4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 970 325. The Undertaker (2, 4k)

do you understand?

When death comes, when everything goes away, leaving only a quiet peace, you will understand.

You definitely will.

——

"I don't want to talk to him."

Typhons—the Captain of the Death Guard, the former adjutant of Mortarion, and now the Vanguard of Nurgle—Typhons said these words to the demon in front of him, and repeated them stubbornly.

"My legion is attacking, and I can't leave to see him at this time. The war needs my command, and the Death Guard needs me."

"Strictly speaking, this is not your army, and they also have their own wisdom."

"Not yet." Typhons said stiffly. "Not yet my legion."

The obese devil replied seriously: "Until you get more love than him, your loving father will not allow you to call yourself this."

"But I've said it many times, I can't leave at this time. There are five hundred prosperous worlds, and I can win one of them right before my eyes, bringing a small joy to my loving father. You want to deprive me of this

Do you like it?"

To Balu, this sounded no different than a threat. But what really made it vigilant was Typhons's actions.

In front of it, Typhons clenched his sacred and filthy sickle indifferently.

It had been blessed with such great splendor that the benevolent grandfather allowed Typhonus to smear some of the sacred filth of His Majesty upon the scythe. Typhus has carried it ever since.

"The rules are the rules. You are very eloquent, Typhonse, but I will not waver."

Balu raised his right hand, and the long staff naturally formed by the rotten wood was held in his hand. This gave him some confidence: Who doesn't have a weapon blessed by a loving father?

It was stooped, but unfortunately, even so, its height almost touched the ceiling of this filthy hall. The layers of fat were trembling as it spoke, and white waves kept spreading.

"You understand, Typhonse."

Baloo raised the staff and brought it down with a wave of his arm. It touched the ground, leaving a filthy mark on the filthy, germ-ridden carpet of the Death Guard.

"If your father wants to see you, you have to go see him. A loving father doesn't like us fighting each other. Besides, he is indeed your father - well, I hate this statement."

The devil murmured, but Typhons didn't say anything else. This was one of Balu's normal behaviors.

Among all the demons of Nurgle, Nergos and Balu are brothers - their relationship is closer than any of the demons of Nurgle, and they do not fight openly or secretly or compete for each other's favor. From this point of view, it is simply incredible. Nirvana

Lugos is a seemingly gentle but extremely cunning demon, while Balu is not the same. His character is a bit childish.

As long as Nergos is not involved, yes, there are many demons who have verified this with their lives.

"If you want me to go see him, then, I have a question."

Typhons slowly stood up from his seat. The rotten skeletons looked at the ceiling behind the throne, their empty eye sockets filled with maggots. These little lives moved wantonly, showing the tenacity and poignancy of life.

His internal organs were exposed outside the armor, and fungi were crawling all over it. They were squirming slightly at the moment, and the poisonous odor was released. Typhons hid his face behind the horned helmet, and he looked at Ba

Lu, slowly opened his mouth.

"What benefit did he give you?"

Balu narrowed his eyes. It was quite unbelievable for an extremely obese creature to do such a thing. This level of obesity should have caused all the facial features to disappear in the accumulated fat, but it did.

It even showed a vigilant look.

"What are you implying?" Balu asked cautiously. "I heard something unusual in your tone."

"Stop pretending, you and I both know that my loving father is not in the garden right now."

Typhons sneered, his laughter as deep and thick as if it contained blood. Baloo took a step back unconsciously. It didn't like the current atmosphere, which made it feel unusually dangerous. It hated danger, and it also

Hate being unusual.

"Otherwise he would not have asked me to see him in person, especially at this time. He would have liked me to disappear forever. Tell me, Balu, what did he give you, what did he promise you, before he let you go. He is heading to Maku

Raghu’s plague army, come in front of me?”

"Don't make assumptions. Hypochondria is not a disease that a loving father would like." The devil replied.

"Really? Are you his messenger, brother of Neerugos, the great Balu? Is it him who asked you to come here, did he ask you to deliver the order? I think not, it's Mortarion

He asked you to come here. He asked you to persuade me to go back to see him, I know that."

Balu opened his mouth and closed it again. Typhons' words made him unable to refute, and also made him angry - a mortal!

How dare he do this to him?

No matter how favored he was, how could he dare to speak to it like this? Now is not the time when the power of the subspace is weak. Maybe he could indeed command Balu at that time, but not now! Now, it is the one giving orders.

!

The burning power of Chaos has turned their relationship upside down, and he must respect it!

"You should have some respect for Balu the Plaguebringer! I am the two hundred and seventy-first among Nurgle's most favored sons! What about you, Typhons of the Death Guard?

How dare you speak to me like this?"

"I already respect you very much, the great Lord Balu."

Typhons's voice did not change, and Balu could not hear any of the respect he claimed. It could only hear a deliberate calmness, and the demon became more and more angry, almost becoming angry in the true sense.

At a critical moment, it remembered what Nergos once told it.

'You need to calm down, you are too emotional, Balu. Mortals need these things to maintain their pitiful rationality, but we don't need it. We just need to prove our love to our loving father, against plagues and germs.

, the love of death and life. That alone is enough.'

Balu straightened his back and spoke a long series of words in rapid succession.

"There is no respect in your words, Typhons, but I can ignore this, because I am not here to please your respect and favor! I still have things to do among us, I have to prepare the plague,

Keep an eye on those newly born Nurglings."

"I didn't have to come here to argue with you, but I came anyway because your father said he wanted to see you - yes, this is not an order from a loving father, but it is an order from your father. Your father wants to

You go to see him in the Garden of the Father, do you think he will do something to you there?"

"I know you have been at odds for a long time, but it is better to be in harmony than to be completely at war. Especially at this time, do you want to let your loving father down? Do you want to let your god down? Answer me, Typhons of the Death Guard.

!”

After it finished speaking, it closed its mouth tightly. Its belly rose and fell rapidly, as if it was panting, but Typhons knew that it was not.

This cunning demon is exactly the same as his brother Neerugos. He is just as cunning and good at using words to oppress others. It's a pity that he can't do anything else now.

He couldn't compete with a Nurgle demon, not now. They were no longer things that needed rituals and sacrifices to appear briefly before. The power of Chaos was everywhere, changing his relationship with the demons.

Completely turned upside down.

Compromise?

Typhons was silent for a moment, and Baloo stared at him all the time, maintaining a deliberate calmness. He stroked the long staff with his fat right hand without saying a word, and did not put any pressure on Typhons.

, but, this is enough.

"good."

Typhons lowered his head slowly, with neither sadness nor joy in his voice. There was no one else in the hall except him, so only he knew that he lowered his head - again.

There is only the first time and countless times to surrender.

"I will go to my father's garden to meet my father, the venerable plague bearer, one of the two hundred and seventy-one of his most beloved children."

Balu breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded calmly: "Very good, stand next to me. I will take you there, so it will be more convenient for you, Typhons."

"I can't thank you enough." Death Guard Gujing Wubo said.

——

Who can? Lictor thought.

Is there anyone who can? One of the Primarchs?

He thought and carefully came up with a few names in his mind.

Fulgrim?

No, the reborn Phoenix will not raise any objections to the objects that the Forbidden Army is protecting now. Even if it does, I'm afraid it won't be now.

Roger Dorn?

Well, Lictor had to admit, he admired the Praetorians of Terra.

Rogal Dorn was one of the few Primarchs who truly won the recognition and respect of the Custodes with his own abilities, but he could not do this. He could not make the captain of the Revenge change his mind.

So, Sanguinius?

A glorious face flashed before his eyes, and the Imperial Guard frowned - no, forget it, the angel would never do what he expected. The Imperial Guard even doubted that Sanguinius would help He Shenyan.

His thinking was finally ended by a voice: "Stop thinking about it, Lictor, you know no one can persuade me to give up. Moreover, this is obviously a good thing, why do you have to persuade me to give up?"

The mage sat on the chair and said this without looking back.

His hands were put together, and lightning was beating on them. A spell model projected by the center was slowly rotating beside him. It was extremely complex. It would make some modifications according to the mage's wishes, and it was becoming more and more complex.

complex.

For the Imperial Guard, just looking at it would make one feel dizzy.

But he can't give up yet.

"Sir, the few words you revealed to me are truly shocking."

Lictor persuaded carefully. "Link to the Star Torch again. What exactly are you going to do? Last time, you almost -"

"——Don't mention what happened last time, okay? I'll thank you."

The mage turned his head angrily and glared at the imperial guard.

"I told you that this time is different from last time. I had no experience last time and I am familiar with it this time. Can it be the same? I am a senior mage. Can I burn myself half to death or something? Do you believe me or not?"

"Of course I believe you, but there are degrees of belief. You have learned too much about this. Furthermore, why do you need to link to the Star Torch to check the changes in the nature of the evil god's power?"

The imperial guard said earnestly, almost heartbroken: "This makes no sense at all. The only explanation I can think of is that you are hiding something again, and it is something very important."

"I didn't—you! Alas!"

He Shenyan simply dismissed the little tricks he was using to pass the time. He pushed the spell model aside and let the center operate on his behalf.

He stood up, turned around and glared at the Imperial Guard: "How many times have I explained this to you, Lictor?"

".Thirteen times."

"Thirteen times——! Even that brainless thing hanging on the wall over there can probably tell that I'm not lying, but you keep thinking the worst about me, why should I do this?

Where is the lie? What good does it do to me?"

"I don't know." Lictor said expressionlessly. "But you have said it many times, and it has no benefit every time."

".Why don't you get off the ship, and I'll open a portal to take you back to Terra."

"You are a threat."

"I'm just threatening!"

"Shouldn't you reason with me?"

"I've told you thirteen times, what else do you want me to do?"

In his long career of torturing others, He Shenyan must admit that he has never encountered an opponent who was so helpless that he could not tolerate anything, neither soft nor hard.

He sighed: "Okay, let me explain it to you one last time, Lictor. I linked to the Star Torch to see if it really left. I can't enter the subspace now, otherwise I wouldn't need to use this method at all.

Moreover, if there is no star torch in it - well, forget it, why should I tell you this?"

He sat down angrily: "Anyway, remember, I will never do anything that is not good for myself again."

".grown ups?"

"what happened again?!"

"The Lord asked me to ask you how long it will take for him to be judged to be healed."

"Why didn't he ask me this question himself?"

"He said you blocked his psychic communications."

He Shenyan's hand that was fiddling with the spell model paused for a moment.

It seemed that something like this happened, but it wasn't him. It was another person. What was the reason? He rummaged through the corners of his memory and saw a reason that had been deliberately hidden.

bother.

The mage took a deep breath: "Tell him and let him think for himself. He is a very good doctor himself. He should know better than me how he is recovering. Oh, by the way, Lictor, since you can

Let him ask a question for me."

The Imperial Guard puffed up his chest: "Please tell me."

"Ask him for me." The mage's voice seemed very calm at this moment. "If the God of Vengeance is really born, what should we do?"

(End of chapter)