Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

[interesting.]

[Motalian] narrowed his eyes mischievously.

[I don't recall ever having such a shroud for death.]

It's just one more traitor.

"Because I am not you."

"I will never become you!"

Mortarion charged forward with his scythe raised, for even the most experienced Space Marine is of little use in the battles between Primarchs.

If he loses, then Mortarion can slowly clean up his ships.

If he loses, then [Mortalian] will corrupt everything else.

[For someone as weak as me, accepting reality is not a difficult thing.]

Don't be fooled by lies anymore.

Compared to the all-out Mortarion, [Mortarion] appeared more composed. His body, more than twice the size of his uncorrupted form, gave him a strong sense of victory in this duel.

Having understood his loving father, he was already in an invincible position.

I am stronger than you.

Why are you still struggling?

"I don't need that kind of power!"

"Motalian shouted, his roar piercing through the air!"

Sparks flew! Scythes danced!

Both Primarchs wielding scythes were now wielding them to their fullest potential, unleashing a myriad of variations in their duel, including countless scythe techniques that the Death Guard had never even heard of.

[Motalian] did not use the gift of a loving father; [he] would conquer him by force.

The duel between the two Mortarians is destined to be a protracted war.

Near the two Primarchs locked in fierce combat, Mortarion's Death Shrouds also joined the battle. These warriors, cursed by Nurgle, possessed far greater strength than the others, and silently charged toward the veterans of the Deathguard.

Once their scythes manage to pierce even a tiny bit of armor, viruses and bacteria will swarm in, completely rendering these death guards incapable of fighting!

Hades shot a [death shroud] in the head, and Blanca seized the opportunity to jam his scythe with her knife. Hades rushed over and tore the shroud open with the obituary.

One of the [Death Shroud] has lost its fighting ability.

[Motalian] blinked unhappily.

Untouchables?

No, it doesn't seem like it.

[He] thought.

He knocked Mortarion back with a single scythe and took a lichen-covered bell from his belt.

[Ring ring.]

All of his soldiers present immediately turned into a puddle of pus, and the sacrifice summoned the Father's reward.

The bell rang, and the plague suddenly descended.

Apart from Mortarion and Hades, all the soldiers present immediately clutched their necks in agony and collapsed.

Motalian wasn't much better off; he trembled and barely managed to stay upright.

The good news is that we are all one, so the plague likes us very much.

[Motalian] watched with pleasure as he contorted himself into a painful posture.

However, Hades, in the distance, instantly fired a bullet towards the smug Mortarion's face.

He frowned, his body swayed, and he dodged the bullets.

But Hades had already pulled Mortarion back, and he placed the obituary on Mortarion's armor.

The plague on Mortarion subsided.

[Motalian] opened his eyes wide, his hazy white pupils showing a moment of shock.

[An untouchable? I've never seen an untouchable that can banish blessings.]

But [he] smiled instantly.

Pledge your allegiance to me, my child.

Even if you are untouchable, I may grant you strength and glory.

[The power of the Death Guard will be open to you.]

He's just another Karas. As long as you tell him the situation is hopeless and offer him benefits, he'll abandon his old master.

Hades, supporting Mortarian, took a deep breath.

"Sorry, [Motalian], but I'd rather die than become a plague pig."

Mortarian's mocking laughter, mixed with coughs, rang out.

Even though his body was still in pain, his soul was burning, and the screams of his offspring echoed in his ears.

Hades always says strange things, but this word is extremely apt at this moment.

He's not disgusted.

"See? That's why I said I'm not you."

Mortarian said with a smile.

"Plague-infected pigs".

Chapter 92 Extra 43 So your name is Mortarian?!

Anger, utter and complete anger, surged like rolling waves within the flagship of the Fourteenth Legion, while darkness and disease shrouded all things in the world.

The poisonous fog billowed and moved without wind, mixed with tainted psionic energy, corroding the souls of all living beings.

The thick, yellowish-green fog seemed to liquefy, viscously brushing over everything in its path, and droplets of phlegm-like liquid had already adhered to the Death Guard's smooth power armor.

【Motalian】Standed in the very center of the poisonous fog, his black compound eyes, resembling those of a fly, now flickered with an ominous and eerie green light. The poisonous fog billowed his tattered, murky black cloak, and he floated slowly within it.

His body was surrounded by green psionic energy fluctuations, and the scales on his strange moth wings shimmered with light. His psionic energy surged, completely different from the psionic energy surge just now!

Opposite Mortarion, Mortarion stood firmly facing him, scythe in hand. Hades, under Mortarion's cover, secretly used his Dark Domain to heal the Death Guardians afflicted with plague.

It seems our conversation cannot continue.

The gas mask beeped, and Mortarian's hoarse yet clenched voice rang out.

[You foolish and short-sighted scum, you idiots who can't even distinguish the truth, you who are about to die will only beg for mercy under my scythe!]

But I will not grant you my mercy!

[Motalian] suddenly laughed, as if [he] had already seen the fate of those dying people, as if he had become that benevolent legion commander again. His hoarse laughter was like that of a dying lung cancer patient struggling to curse all beautiful and healthy creatures.

Completely disregarding Mortarion and Hades on the other side, Mortarion shifted his gaze to his scythe of Annihilation.

Vines entwined around a sickle-like handle, buzzing with flies, and a lantern-like cage creaked.

Look at my masterpiece!

[Motarian] narrowed his eyes, seemingly smiling as he looked at Mortarian, but his gaze didn't fall on Mortarian; instead, it was fixed on something further away.

I think you'll definitely recognize him.

He is our father.

A surge of psionic energy erupted, and flies buzzed and swarmed around the lantern. At Mortalian's command, the greenbottle flies frantically pounded against the lantern, awakening the creature inside. The alien, which had been unconscious in pain, now let out agonizing screams and curses—

"Motalian, my most failed experiment!!!"

"You're a loser!! A coward!!!"

"You're the same in every world!!"

"Live on your last remaining pride! Live on clinging to the past and tormenting your father! That's all you can do!"

Having heard the curses from a weak father a thousand times over, Mortarian remained unperturbed.

It took me a long time to capture his soul.

The good news is, it doesn't seem like it will take that long to catch you.

Struggle in my plague! Experience endless suffering!

The vicious words had barely left his lips when Mortarian charged forward with his scythe raised, and Mortarian, who was prepared, immediately met the attack.

The bright yellow sparks stood out so conspicuously in the thick green fog, piercing straight into the darkness, accompanied by a teeth-grinding, grinding sound that struck the very soul.

"Great idea."

Mortarian looked into [Mortarian's] eyes, his gas mask hissing.

"Unfortunately, unlike you, I didn't kill him in the end. I've already killed my adoptive father."

Mortarian laughed.

[You coward who has never experienced true suffering! What do you know?!]

[Motalian] directly swung his scythe, his figure several times larger than Mortalian weaving through the mist, the scythe swinging wildly and unpredictably.

Disease and plague clung to the chain blade, and an eerie purple glow shimmered in the mist.

Compared to the already enraged Mortarion, Mortarion struggled to respond. The gap between him and his opponent was not only the difference in centuries of combat experience, but also the difference in the power of Nurgle's Curse.

Mortarion's scythe danced faster and faster—

Although Mortarion had the upper hand in the conversation, the balance of the battle was indeed slowly tilting in Mortarion's favor!

Mortarian gritted his teeth, his gas mask working laboriously as he threw himself into the battle against his other self.

However, Mortarion sidestepped, his wings and scythes lashing out directly at Mortarion, who could barely manage to block the scythes—

A gunshot rang out, and flames erupted!

Tiny scales burned and turned to ash in the mist.

Ignoring what was behind him, Mortarian seized the opportunity to counterattack!

[A despicable person who takes a sneak attack.]

Aside from your physical constitution, you are good for nothing.

While dealing with Mortarion's scythe, [Mortarion] kept glancing behind Mortarion.

After settling the others in, Hades stood at the back, smoke billowing from the muzzle of his gun.

"It's better than you relying on the curse of garbage."

Hades' calm voice rang out, but he did not stop firing, and sparks flew.

Hades's shooting was cleverly coordinated with Mortarion's attack.

The bullets either struck the same spot as the scythe, or, while the two were locked in combat, they were fired at the weak points of the Mortarion armor.

Or a direct hit to the face, to cover for Mortarion's next attack.

Suddenly, the situation seemed to have reversed.

However, Hades' mind was racing with calculations. Although the situation was currently favorable, they were no match for Mortarion at the moment.

In other words, if this drags on any longer, they are bound to lose!

What troubled Hades was that the Star Message for help had not been sent out since the Death Guard was attacked!

The subspace was turbulent, and all the star messages that tried to call for help were swallowed up.

Hades looked at Mortarian, and he knew perfectly well what Mortarian was thinking.

Ever since another Mortarion boarded the ship, Mortarion has had no hope of surviving!

Mortarion summoned some of the Barbarus Death Guard and ordered them to disperse among the other flagships, scattering to snipe enemy ships that charged into the Death Guard's territory.

But Hades knew that Mortarion's actions were actually a way of giving other Death Guards the right to live!