272, Lord of Death Mortarion: Shroud dances and fights, Rorschach stabs the White King! (7)
[Your first confrontation with the Primarch has temporarily ceased.]
[As the huge Mortarion put away his giant scythe without hesitation, he was destroyed.]
[You also hesitated for a moment, but still lowered the Bloody Butcher's Scythe tightly in your palm.]
["Nameless devil, although the machine soul of the 'Terminus' has assured me of your origin, and Typhon is being resurrected as you said... But I still can't believe that you will be my heir. Who are you?"
?”]
[At this moment, Mortarion slightly opened his yellow eyes, staring straight at you with an almost lifeless gaze.]
[His majestic and low questioning voice also made the surrounding death guards subconsciously focus their eyes on your blood-red body.]
["Just like the twenty-one Primarchs all have their own unique abilities or life experiences, the same is true for me. I am just a currency of the Emperor. If you really want to know my name
, then call me 'Twenty-Two'."]
[You raised your metal helmet with a bloody horn, holding the Bloody Butcher's Scythe in your palm, and said in a calm tone.]
[Your words seem to have caused a small commotion among some of the Death Guard.]
[Even now, they are still suffering from the endless pain caused by the Destroyer Plague.]
[But such shocking news also allowed them to temporarily get rid of their focus on endless pain.]
[However, the huge Mortarion seems to have no mood swings. 】
[He just looked at you carefully with his yellow eyes.]
[Your mouth hidden inside the metal helmet opened slightly and slowly exhaled.]
[You did not tell the truth to the Pale King, who is also the Primarch, as you did when you contacted Crow King Corax.]
[Even if you finally save the other party from the corruption of the evil god Nurgle.]
[He was also a rebel Primarch who betrayed the Emperor and the Imperium of Mankind.]
["The twenty-second Primarch? It seems that the bad habits of immortality are hard to change..."]
[The Silent Pale King broke the silence first, and his majestic and deep voice slowly reached your ears. 】
[You seem to have keenly captured the fleeting complex emotions deep in Mortarion's yellow eyes.]
[It seems to contain hatred, disgust, jealousy, arrogance and a small amount of nostalgia. 】
["Twenty-two, right? You don't seem to be lying, but you are not completely telling the truth... However, solving Typhon is the first problem you and I need to face."]
[Mortarion, who quickly hid his mood swings, suddenly lowered his head, looking down at you with his yellow eyes and said. 】
[The blood-red horn above your metal helmet’s forehead seems to be reflecting light slightly.]
[You nod heavily towards the other party, which is regarded as acquiescing to the other party’s statement.]
[At this moment, the Pale King Mortarion once again inspected the large number of heirs in the ancient auditorium with his eyes that were so cold to the point of death.]
[When he saw at the edge, some of the Death Guards who had been corroded and tortured by the Destroyer Plague had begun to beg for death.]
[Mortarion, who has always been indifferent, still believes your actions and chooses to cooperate with you. 】
[You briefly exchanged a few words with Mortarion.]
[You decide to find a way to get rid of Typhon completely.]
[Save the Death Guard Legion who are repeatedly tortured by endless pain.]
[The Pale King, wearing the armor of Barbarus, turns around to lead the way.]
[The giant scythe Mie Mie was held in his palm and swayed up and down with the steps of his body.]
[You glanced at the death guards in the auditorium for the last time through the helmet visor. 】
[You drove the Terminator Armor without hesitation, and followed the huge figure of the Pale King under the silent gaze of countless painful eyes.]
[You quickly left the ancient auditorium and walked towards the bridge. 】
【And as you get deeper and deeper.】
[You have discovered very keenly that the subspace signs of chaos corruption have become more and more serious.]
【Except for the green mist floating randomly in the air.】
[You also saw that a large number of metal equipment in the upper cabin have undergone horrific changes.]
[The metal parts are either rotten and smelly, with green pus flowing all over the place, or they are constantly twisting and trembling as if they have become alive, and occasionally they make very strange shouting sounds. 】
[You even vaguely heard the joyful laughter of countless Nurglings in your ears.]
[At this moment, deep in the wide passage leading to the bridge. 】
[Mortal crew members transformed into Nurgle zombies by the zombie plague, as well as dozens of tall Death Guard think tanks with belly swollen like balls, also appear within your sight. 】
[These think tank units with powerful psychic powers are almost irresistible to the erosion and corruption of Chaos.]
[This also makes them more susceptible to corruption than other Death Guards who are suffering.]
[At this time, these Death Guard think tanks with abdomens swollen like balls drove the green power armor with multiple rotten and ulcerated wounds on their bodies. 】
[They also waved the corrupt weapons in their palms vigorously, and launched a slow but determined attack in your direction with a smile. ]
[Mortarion remained silent and did not utter any words.]
[He just trembled slightly and the giant scythe held tightly in his palm was destroyed.]
[The next second, the huge body, like a volcanic eruption, carried an irresistible force and rushed towards the enemies in front. 】
[You took a deep breath and subconsciously clenched the Bloody Butcher's Scythe in your palms.]
[You also immediately drove the Khorne Terminator armor and launched a combat charge.]
[In an instant, the giant scythe of silence and the bloody butcher's scythe emitted terrifying screams in mid-air, and the sound echoed throughout the corridor for a long time. 】
[The zombies of Nurgle were smashed into pieces by the battle charge of the two of you, turning them into pieces of rotten flesh flying everywhere.]
[More than a dozen fat-bellied, smiling Death Guard think tanks violently waved their corrupt weapons forward. 】
[However, they were destroyed by Mortarion's giant scythe, including the power armor, and were repeatedly smashed from top to bottom, turning into rotting corpses split into two. 】
[You also suddenly stopped the heavy pace of charging, and the bloody butcher's sickle with blood-red living eyes moving randomly swept forward with force.]
[Five or six Death Guard think tanks who had no intention of dodging were torn in half by the powerful force and sharp blades, sputtering out countless disgusting green ichor. 】
[At this moment, neither you nor the Pale King Mortarion.]
[Faced with these completely depraved Death Guards, they have no plans to hold back. 】
[However, just when you and Mortarion are about to completely eliminate and clean up the corrupted think tank in front of you. 】
[Deeper at the end of the corridor, groups of pitch-black swarms with a terrifying buzz suddenly attack in your direction.]