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Chapter 971 326. The Undertaker (3, 4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 971 326. The Undertaker (3, 4k)

Father's Garden is a place that cannot be accurately described in words, at least to Typhonse.

The Death Guard is in a special state at the moment. Thousands of diseases spreading in the thick carpet under his feet are slowly flowing. There is a deep yellow mist in the sky, which is slowly changing as he gazes.

There was the smell of bone cancer in the air, he could smell it, and he liked it.

He came here only a few times, and every time he was aroused by the beauty here. Who can not be shocked by his loving father's garden? Moreover, not everyone has the honor to live here for a long time. Once upon a time

, Neergos can be regarded as one, but it is a pity that its audacity made itself an ember in the wind.

"Follow me, Typhonse."

Balu moved slowly in front, and the blighted plants on the road greeted him one after another, and the devil responded one by one, walking very lightly, as if he didn't want to disturb the sleeping plants.

They are sick, but they have new life. They are gradually adapting to death and decay, and they will eventually become part of the cycle of life and death. Balu is extremely proud of this - he planted them all with his own hands,

The loving father gave it this task, and it completed it very well. It is already looking forward to the day when its loving father comes back.

It hopes its loving father will be proud of it.

"Where is my father?"

Typhons recovered from the shock. He tightened his grip on his scythe, and his voice was like an echo from the grave. His question made the demon grunt in displeasure, but he still started to explain to him in a good-natured manner.

"The Blighted Plains. Have you heard of this name? Your father was punished there, and his loving father was very angry for his actions."

A sneer appeared on Typhons' face under the helmet because of the devil's answer.

He shook his head and commented calmly: "He was so emotional that he could never see the potential of chaos. The weaknesses he had in the past have not been eliminated today. I originally thought that the blessings from his loving father would make him change.

But he failed in his father's love."

"Don't comment on your father in that tone." Balu warned. "My loving father may be dissatisfied with him, but he will not allow you to slander him. My loving father loves us all."

"Love is love, grace is grace - I am loved by a loving father, and I am also favored by him. But what does Mortarion have?"

Typhons truly sneered, his behavior made Baloo unbearable. The devil knew what he was doing, but he would not go against his father's teachings, at least not in this regard.

It turned around and spoke seriously: "Don't do this, Death Guard. You have gone too far, and you are trying to get something that you should be careful to obtain. Nurgle's will is unknown and unpredictable, your father

It’s not too much to ask you to see him.”

"Even at this moment?"

Typhons changed his stance. The slight change made the atmosphere tense. Balu was sure that he could sense it.

"My loving father gave the Death Guard a mission. He wanted us to seize Ultramar and let disease, plague and corruption fill the stars where there is only life. My father did not want to take up his responsibility, so

It's up to me. I've done a good job, and he wants me to see him at this time. Don't tell me you don't know what he wants to do, Baloo."

No, I know, but you don't.

The demon looked at this mortal and silently admired his loyalty in his heart. Among humans, Typhons is one of the rare people who understands the true meaning of Nurgle. If he were a demon, Baloo would be very happy.

I would love to become a true brother with him, but he is only a mortal after all.

"Are you suspecting that your father is trying to prevent you from completing your mission?"

"if not?"

Typhons took a breath of air filled with the smell of disease. They poured in from his rotten nasal cavity and entered the lungs that were already covered with hyphae, leaving their traces happily there.

"Don't tell me you don't know our relationship, Plaguebringer. He hates me, everyone knows it. He hates me, even when I share my fatherly love with him. He hates me constantly.

, you all know it, flies know it, maggots know it, bacteria know it, even parasites know it. Do you want me to ignore this fact that everyone knows?"

"Then, I will stand aside while you are talking." Balu promised solemnly. "I will ensure that your work and responsibilities are not affected."

The Death Guard snorted softly, as heavy as a terminally ill patient with lung disease: "I thank you, Plague Spreader, but I doubt he will respect your authority."

"We'll see."

Baloo turned around and they started walking.

They walked through a putrid river, in which the bodies of drowned people were floating, with mycelium growing in their eye sockets.

Several Nurglings grabbed a still intact body and were trying their best to drag it to the shore. A demon was listlessly stirring the cauldron on the shore. Balu waved his hand to it, which was considered a slap.

Greeting. Typhons remained silent and did not ask the name of the demon. Balu appreciated this very much, and felt a little regret in his heart.

But it didn't stop.

It must avenge Neerugos.

The Withered Plains soon arrived. Although the name contains the word withered, the plants here grew very lushly, even reaching Typhons's waist. Balu led him into the depths, and flies surrounded them, like

It's welcoming.

Typhons quietly raised his right hand and let some flies gather at the exposed abscess wound on his wrist, letting them suck the thick juice, establishing a weak connection. One of the flies whispered after a meal

Whispering and vibrating its wings in his ear a few times, Typhons nodded, and the fly told him that Mortarion was in front.

Balu stopped: "He is right in front."

The demon turned around, his expression becoming very serious: "Come to the front, Death Guard. I can't interfere when you and your son meet. You must take the lead in talking to him, and then I can propose the idea of ​​watching from the sidelines.

Require."

"As you wish, Plaguebringer."

Typhons did as he was told. He stood in front of the devil, pushed aside the plants that had reached his waist, and walked forward.

The soil on the ground was warm and moist, but it supported his weight well. The sky was still confused, and Nurgle was not in the garden now, but his power still affected this place. The Death Guard was walking dozens of steps

Then he stopped, and a figure stood silently in front of him, not turning around due to his arrival, still facing away.

A gust of wind blew in, and among them were many bone fragments that had rotted into pieces. Typhons lowered his head slightly and greeted in a calm tone: "Father."

"Typhons."

Mortarion turned his head, and there was nothing extra in his cloudy eyes: "Nice to see you."

"Lord of Death." Balu said as promised behind Typhons. "I——"

"——Shh."

It was like a refutation, like a lesson. Balu was stunned. Its intention was just to show off. It believed that Mortarion would find an excuse to let him leave. But it did not expect this situation. Mortarion even booed.

I didn't even look at it when I saw it.

He finally turned around.

The colorful wings slowly opened, and the sound of the respirator exuded a gloomy and ominous sound. Typhons frowned, this was not the same situation as he imagined. He increased his vigilance and tightened his grip.

Sickle, slowly spoke: "You summoned me to come, what's the matter? I'm trying to complete the work entrusted to me by my loving father."

"Work?"

"Yes, my loving father hopes that I can corrupt the five hundred worlds of Ultramar - the domain of one of your brothers."

"A bold attempt." Mortarion stared at him calmly. "The man in black robe is waiting. Don't you know, Typhons?"

"I know, but I am Nurgle's vanguard. The Father has given me His favor, so I will be invincible."

Mortarion laughed lowly and did not make any comment on this sentence. His laughter made Typhons feel more and more uneasy. He had never seen Mortarion like this.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Ignorance." Mortarion did not hide his disdain at all. "He has gone far away, and is not even in this world. But the man in black robes is always present, haven't you felt it? The shaking and destruction of the garden. In the subspace

The chaotic ocean trembled at his gaze, and they all screamed."

"What you say sounds like you are talking in your sleep."

"Are you implying that I'm crazy, Typhonse?"

"I didn't say that—"

"——Then shut up." Mortarion waved his hand nonchalantly. His attitude finally angered Typhons, causing him to clutch his scythe with a creaking sound.

The Death Guard spoke again slowly and deeply: "Maybe you should treat me with more respect."

"Interesting. Respectful. Why?"

"Because I am the pioneer of the loving father Nurgle. I have bathed in his glory. I have seen his holy and filthy appearance with my own eyes. As his champion, shouldn't you have some respect for me? I need to remind you again.

Do you want to repeat this? I am no longer your captain, I am Typhons of the Death Guard and Typhons the Traveler, but I am not someone you can order at will."

"Do you think I care?"

Mortarion's words shattered something that Typhons had been hiding all this time, and his voice suddenly rose: "You are standing in the garden of your loving father, talking to me!"

"so what?"

Mortarion began to approach him slowly, without holding a weapon or taking an attacking stance. He was just walking, just approaching. His heavy breathing, and nothing in his cloudy and diseased eyes could be captured by Typhons.

The thing that comes exists.

"So you should respect and love your gods!"

"My what?"

Mortarion laughed. The laughter was hoarse and heavy, like the echo of something. It was not a sound that a human should make, but rather like a rattlesnake that had been suppressed for a long time and was shaking its tail.

"My what, Typhons? My gods? I'm not Lorgar, I don't believe in any gods. I don't believe in them, and unlike you, I need to find a false reliance to prove something. Besides, I still have

Reason, Typhons."

Mortarion raised his hand and took off his breathing mask. The face underneath was shocking. The festering face and flesh were constantly falling off. His nose was gone, leaving only two holes.

Mortarion threw it to the ground, opened his hands, and his upper and lower teeth, which were exposed to the air because he had no lips, collided with each other.

"Who would like a body like this? Tell me, who would?"

"This is a gift!"

Typhons objected loudly: "This is the proof of my loving father's love for you. He makes you understand the true meaning of pain!"

Baloo made a sound of approval behind him.

"No, he just made me surrender, the same thing my father did to me. I surrendered, but I won't surrender again."

After he said these words, Typhons suddenly realized something was wrong. He raised the scythe warily: "What do you want to do?"

"I want you to understand something, Typhons." Mortarion laughed.

Frankly speaking, it is quite scary for a person with such an appearance to smile. Although Typhons will not be frightened by the rotten appearance, this person is Mortarion. He will not admit that he has feelings for Mortar.

Lian is still afraid, but in his heart, he has already surpassed him

However, only when you actually come face to face with a Primarch can you realize what a demigod is and understand that this term is not an exaggerated metaphor.

It's a genuine description.

"It's never too late for revenge, Typhonse. You betrayed me, and I will never forget it. You betrayed my trust, and you pushed my legion into the abyss of decay, leaving your brothers miserable.

.I remember their names, but they are no longer themselves. No one can resist His power except me. Why can I persist? I think it is because of hate."

Mortarion opened his wings, and the brilliant colors began to refract through the turbid light on his wings. Typhons began to retreat continuously. He glanced back, wanting to seek help from Balu, but the demon was already there.

Disappeared without a trace.

The sting of betrayal and the shame caused by his own stupidity made him grit his teeth.

"Yes, you feel it."

Mortarion continued to walk forward slowly. "And you also know that the things here will not have the slightest sympathy for your plight. The god you believe in is an indulgent father. He indulges his creations, but he still

There is a bottom line, but I have to cross it."

It was like light, like lightning. Typhons could almost hear some kind of buzzing sound of flapping wings, and then, he was lifted into the air.

The scythe he cherished was also kicked to pieces, his throat was pinched, and the difficulty in breathing would not have caused him any pain at first, but Mortarion's contemptuous eyes made him so angry that he almost lost his mind.

"You——" he roared. "A loving father will——"

"He can do nothing."

The Lord of Death suddenly exerted force and removed Typhons's head. His tenacious vitality prevented him from dying immediately. What spewed out from the wound was not blood, but dark brown filthy liquid.

Mortarion stared at Typhons's head and said softly: "I crossed His bottom line. I kill you. This is my revenge, Typhons."

Just one update, it’s too late to get off work.

Sooner or later, I will create a world without overtime!

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