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Chapter 974 329. Torture (4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 974 329. Torture (4k)

dark.

There is only darkness and nothing else here but it.

Mortarion knew exactly what he was experiencing, something he had longed for many times over the past ten thousand years.

die.

sweet death.

Asking but not receiving is the cruelest punishment in the world. Now, he got it. Now, he calmed down.

He calmed down.

Mortarion himself was surprised by this. There was only a thin mist in front of him, and it was as hazy as a foggy morning. There were some tiny insects buzzing around him, and he felt relaxed and at ease. But

There are still some doubts.

He thought that he would continue to fight and rise from the dead. He would let Konrad Curze and Corvus Corax know that he, Mortarion, was a respectable opponent and that he was qualified.

Stand beside them.

But he didn't after all.

So, this is the end.

Mortarion thought calmly, This is my end, I will die, like everyone else. Fair enough.

Yeah?

Golden light suddenly appeared, piercing the fog, and crackling thunder suddenly sounded, making him instinctively shrink.

The extinguished anger surged up again, and he stared at those golden lights without saying a word, gritting his teeth in hatred. As he stared, the thunder gradually faded away, but it was still much louder than the chirping of insects.

A figure gradually emerged from the golden light.

He smiled sarcastically: "I knew you would come, father—you?"

He lost his voice.

The person who appeared from the golden light was not his father. His father would not be wearing a black robe, nor would he look at him with such a peaceful expression. His father making him kneel down and asking him to swear allegiance was like charity, like

It was pity, from which he could not feel any warmth.

And this person didn't.

Mortarion's lips pursed into a thin line, and he said nothing, but the man in black robes obviously would not let this silence remain.

"Hello, Mortarion."

There was no condescension in his voice that Mortarion expected, which surprised the Primarch.

He thought this person was here to laugh at him. Of course the winner has the right to laugh at the loser, right? Otherwise, what's the point of winning?

"Are you surprised?" the man asked again.

"Are you reading my mind?"

Disgust poured out of Mortarion's pale face, and he had unknowingly taken on a form again, without even realizing it.

At this moment, if a mirror were placed in front of the original body, he would immediately find that his face was exactly the same as that of the young man on Barbarus, instead of the haggard face he had later.

The man smiled.

"I don't need to do these things to know what you are thinking. A little knowledge, humans have expressions, Mortarion. In fact, reading expressions is a skill that everyone has, isn't it?"

".So, what are you here for?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I said nothing."

The man smiled and said: "Let's start by introducing myself. My name is He Shenyan, and I am a mage."

"The man in black robe."

Mortarion's voice sounded extremely cold, with a hint of obvious sarcasm. "I know your methods."

"means?"

He Shenyan made a surprised expression, he snapped his fingers, and a velvet armchair appeared behind him. The fog that originally tried to get closer dispersed again, and he sat down, as comfortable and comfortable as in his own home.

nature.

He formed his fingers into a peak shape and placed them under the bridge of his nose. From those calm eyes, Mortarion could not see any outward expression of emotion. He could only glimpse the endless darkness.

"I'm surprised that you would actually use this word to describe my actions and methods, ah. Hahahaha."

He shook his head and chuckled. "The tone you use it sounds like you think I'm here to threaten you, what? Do you think I will force you to surrender, otherwise I will use the same methods I used on them on you?"

?”

"I am also one of 'them'."

He Shenyan did not answer the question, but just laughed. His smile was so natural, as if he was really happy just because of his words. It was as if he was amused by a humorous joke rather than a cold one.

statement.

Mortarion didn't speak, just remained silent. He knew that silence can mock people.

"You are very honest."

The smile disappeared, and the mage sat on the chair, his legs resting together leisurely.

Mortarion noticed that he was not breathing, that his chest was not rising.

He just stared quietly without saying a word. Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment, or time had no meaning to him. Here, time is a word that does not have its original meaning. He can make it slow down.

Can make it faster.

He can make it stop. He can also make it a weapon to kill people.

Yes, silence can mock people.

Mortarion knew it could, but he never thought that he would be the one being ridiculed. He wanted to be angry, he should have been angry - but now, he let out a long sigh.

Exhaustion rushed onto his pale face, and he fell backward, but unexpectedly crashed into a soft chair.

"You are Welcome."

He Shenyan spoke again and nodded politely to him. "I know you will need a chair - who doesn't like chairs? This is the greatest invention in the world. It allows mankind to understand the meaning of laziness. I

I heard a very interesting argument, Mortarion."

At this point, he cleared his throat, not caring at all about Mortarion's silence: "The progress of human science and technology is all due to laziness. Do you agree with this sentence?"

Mortarion did not answer. He gripped the armrests of the chair. The strength was not strong, but it was enough to turn a mortal's arms or body into flesh. He held them as if he wanted to feel some kind of reality.

In an instant, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"You——" he asked dryly. "What did you do?"

"I did nothing but provide you with a chair. Do you like it, Mortarion? The chair is comfortable, isn't it? I know no one who hates an armchair. Sitting is better than

Stand strong.”

"what have you done?!"

Mortarion finally roared. He was so angry, but also so disappointed. The violent mood swings made his face look like a pale graveyard under the moonlight.

"Why - why don't I? I just want peace, isn't even this possible?! Doesn't he even want to give me a peaceful death?!"

"Oh, of course he will give it to you if you wish."

The mage smiled slightly: "But do you really want to die? Think about it first, and then answer. I hope you will treat this question carefully. Anything involving death is a big deal. Do you really want to rest in peace, or do you want to rest in peace?

Want to hurt him with this?"

He whispered and leaned forward, as if he was really curious about the answer to this question. His hands were no longer in a steeple shape, but were crossed together and placed under his chest.

"Using absence to gain a sense of presence?" the mage asked sharply. "Is this your revenge?"

"Such a method of revenge cannot be called wise. If it were me, I would steadily advance everything and make everything go as he wants. Only at this time will the turning point seem logical."

"Don't you think that a grand death is worthy of the identity of the Primarch? He will definitely be on the battlefield in person, grieving for your fall, and even shed tears. Your brothers will be moved by their wrong view of you.

I feel repentant."

"Perhaps, there will be a festival set up in your name? And the last word you say should be forgiveness. In short, you have to forgive him for everything he did to you. In this way, he will suffer even more pain, of course.

It’s going to last, isn’t it?”

Mortarion fell silent. It was hard to tell whether he was shocked by what the mage said, or whether he was truly attracted by the situation. And the mage did not let the awkward silence caused by his shocking words continue.

Too long.

"Duty, Mortarion."

He brought up a topic that seemed completely unrelated. "You own a legion, you lead them, and they respect you. That means you are responsible for their lives. Am I right?"

"And your father, he is responsible for the entire galaxy - ah, don't look at me with that look. I'm not trying to excuse him, do you think I don't know how bad his character is?

Talking to people is a kind of torture for him, and he would rather let the imperial guards convey his meaning on his behalf."

".What exactly do you want to say?"

Mortarion could stand it no longer.

He once knelt before Nurgle on the deck of the Terminus. He once saw Nurgle's true form with his own eyes and glimpsed his eyes. His soul was stripped naked at that moment, and everything in his heart was corrupted.

Captured by the gods, at that moment He asked him what he wanted.

He said he wanted to endure it.

But he couldn't bear it any longer - he refused. He couldn't go on with this.

Otherwise he will definitely go crazy.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

Mortarion asked hoarsely, with a hope that he was unaware of.

He lowered his head, so he didn't see the mage's expression after he said these words. He failed to discover the only weakness, and he only heard a sigh.

"I don't ask anything from you."

Mortarion heard him reply.

"I don't want your loyalty, nor your strength. I don't even need your pain to show my strength. Do you think I'm here to torture you for pleasure?"

"You're already torturing me!"

"This is not torture." The mage replied calmly, so calm that he was almost disappointed. "Real torture is not like this. Do you want to see it? Okay."

He raised his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, exerted force, and a clear finger snap sounded. The next moment, the world was spinning.

——

"Swear allegiance to me."

"Send your loyalty to the Father."

"This is the only way out. You have no choice. You are my son. I have waited for you for too long, and this moment has finally arrived. What do you want, my son?"

"This is the only way out, you have no choice. You are my champion, and I have been waiting for you for hundreds of unspeakable years. He stole you away from me, don't you remember? Come on.

Come on, my champion, tell me what you want and I will give you anything."

Words, broken words, voices from past memories floated in the mist. Mortarion knew who these two voices belonged to, how could he forget? From the other side of the mist, more golden light floated,

Forming a flickering and swaying picture.

The man in black robes stood beside him, watching the past and memories with him. Mortarion finally understood. Yes, those sharp words that pointed directly to the bottom of his heart, words that tore him apart alive. That

It's not torture. This is.

And now, he saw it.

He really saw it.

"Get up."

The stranger on Barbarus lowered his head and looked at him expectantly.

He lowered his head at that time, so he couldn't see the hope and tenderness in the stranger's eyes.

"Get up quickly, Mortarion." The stranger said in a serious tone. "Beyond the stars, your brothers are waiting. I know that you can't understand it yet, and you don't know what I mean. But

.As long as you work together, the galaxy will be able to restore its light again. This is an expedition, my——"

He paused, silent, as if those two words could not be uttered again.

"It will make your achievements go down in history. I know you don't actually want it, but this is the only thing I can give you." The stranger stared at him eagerly, his fingers trembling.

"I have been planning for this moment for so long, Mortarion. Please say yes."

lie.

Lie - it's false.

I do not accept.

Mortarion almost screamed: "He never said this, you're lying to me!"

The man in black robe turned his head, the golden light in his eyes was as real as ever. Mortarion kept backing away, his eyes and soul were burned. At this moment, he almost thought he was facing two suns.

"I didn't." He replied seriously, that's all, and nothing more.

Mortarion was even somewhat glad that the man in black robes did not say more words, because with just three words, he had already begun to waver.

"He would never-"

Mortarion began to gasp for air, he couldn't bring himself to accept this.

How could he accept it? He had told himself for tens of thousands of years that his father never loved him, but only used him and used force to force him to surrender - if he accepted this now, then what he had done before would become

What?

What has become of his life? What about those who bled and died for it? Those who sacrificed for him, and those who were killed by him? What has happened is that he will never accept it.

The picture changed again, surprisingly fast.

The fog dispersed, and then closed again. In just a blink of an eye, the dark and muddy swamp on Barbarus disappeared, and the stranger who looked at him expectantly also disappeared. Instead, there were broken decks and low wails.

.

Mortarion's heart trembled, he knew where this was - this was the Terminus.

The memories of the past surged up again, and humiliation and pain began to bombard his brain manically.

"Kneel down."

The huge god floating on his ship spoke his order, and his voice caused reality to begin to disintegrate. From those tiny fragments, his voice could be echoed. The decayed breath poured out from the subspace, and the chaos

Ether squeezes every bit of air.

"Now, you will be my prince."

He commands.

"You will rise from the dead, and you will destroy countless mortal kingdoms. I will make your name a scythe above their heads, and they will fear you. You will receive what you truly need, and this is what you need

Revenge."

They stood aside and watched. They could not change the established destiny or the past history. They could only watch.

Mortarion felt chilled to the bone.

Now, he sees clearly.

Now, he realizes it.

In his ear, the man in black robes whispered: "This is the real torture, Mortarion."

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