Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The visible tide of the warp swept in, the arrogant vortex distorted reality, the angry morbid thunder streaked across the sky, the greedy tsunami slapped the mountains, and the drizzle of desire caressed the earth. At this moment, the barrier between the warp and reality was almost broken, the void came with a loud noise that was overwhelmed, and the cracks in the highest sky spread across the sky.

The layout of the Great Speaker has completed the first and most important step. Millions of tons of black stone inside the alert star mine have been reversed by the black stone magic crown.

The black stone mineral that could originally appease the energy of the warp has now become the real culprit that caused the sea of ​​souls to riot.

The violent primordial power poured down from the bizarre land, tearing the structure of time and space.

The terrifying negative energy of the warp swept the stars in a way beyond the imagination of the world.

Any mortal with psychic talent is wailing at this moment.

The crazy wave of the Eye of Terror engulfed Vigilant. As the Blackstone Crown of the Word Bearers operated, rational reality began to collapse, and the whole world was full of strange phenomena.

The Nakmond Corridor is the only channel connecting to the dark side of the empire, but at this moment, countless demons are flowing down the tide of the warp, looking for a breakthrough in the material world and breaking through the dam that maintains reality.

The minions of the gods continue to invade the real universe, and unprecedented disasters have erupted on Vigilant.

And in Dotoria, located in the south of Vigilant.

The war between the Death Guard and the Purifiers has almost decided the outcome.

With the help of the Iron Warriors and many warbands, the Purifiers' factories were knocked down one by one.

Just when the Death Guard thought that the victory was set and the Purifiers on this planet were about to be completely wiped out by them.

An extremely blasphemous event occurred in the Purifier's factory. The rusty green bell of the plague sounded seven loud sounds, and the chemical smoke containing seven layers of toxicity spread until it engulfed seven vast factories.

The Death Guard saw this strange scene, and they felt that this ceremony was somewhat familiar, but completely unfamiliar.

'Seven' is the number of Nurgle, but the direction of this ceremony is not the father, but another existence!

"What a blasphemy!" The Death Guard stood in the ruins of the city at the foot of the mountain, witnessing this scene and muttering to himself,

"I smell the stench of the betrayer, the abominable person who drowned in the death swamp."

Just a few minutes after the ceremony began, a combat team of the Death Guard broke into the seven layers of toxic chemical fog.

Their communication signal was disconnected shortly after entering the fog, but the feedback from the eyepiece continued until they entered the factory.

The entry of this Death Guard combat team was like a stone thrown into the sea, without causing any waves, and they never walked out again.

"We must stop it." A Death Guard captain growled, "We can't sit back and watch this ritual of blasphemy against the father happen before our eyes!"

The second team set out shortly afterwards and broke into the poisonous fog. A larger number of Death Guards were led by a captain himself.

But the poisonous fog still swallowed them all. After suffering this loss, the commander of the Death Guard temporarily retreated.

In the next seven hours, the seven-fold toxic chemical smoke spread again.

The gardens planted by the Death Guard were poisoned. Originally, those mountains and cities were rich gardens and paradises of life, but when the poisonous fog eroded, any signs of life disappeared.

The entire area was shrouded in a vicious aura, and mortals would die if they touched it. Even the Space Marines of the Chaos Warband were forced to retreat and could not survive in the poisonous fog for too long.

Faced with this terrible invasion, the fallen warriors were forced to unite. The Death Guard and the Iron Warriors joined together to carefully explore the situation inside the poisonous fog.

But the conclusion they came to was still disturbing.

The Death Guard noticed that in the presence of highly toxic chemical smoke, an extremely tall and obscure unclean being was wandering in the poisonous gas, constantly circling, changing, and reconstructing its own form.

The most terrifying thing is that a Death Guard who escaped by chance claimed that this unclean existence took away most of his body.

Faced with the results of this investigation, the soldiers of the Chaos Warband were silent. From this little bit of investigation, they could understand that in this huge ceremony, it was definitely an extraordinary existence that was gradually descending into the real universe.

The Death Guards still maintained their usual silence. They knew more - such as why this unclean giant would target them.

But out of their own thoughts, they did not tell anyone in other warbands the information they knew, even their brothers who were also descendants of Nurgle.

The horrific visions became more and more obvious. Tens of thousands of Chaos followers were lost in the poisonous fog of the broken city. In this disaster, some of the soldiers are still missing, and more are confirmed dead.

Wherever the terrifying poisonous fog invades, even the children of Nurgle will be deeply trapped in poisonous dreams and end their lives by suicide.

The ruins of the city in the poisonous fog flashed strange lights, and the world outside was trembling like a mirage.

At first, this unclean scene rarely appeared, but every seven hours, the situation would become more serious.

The children of Nurgle were furious. They could not tolerate what was happening here, but they could do nothing about the blasphemy against their kind father.

A fatherly champion believed that blasphemy was becoming more powerful in the mist, so he personally led the team to launch the third conquest of the ritual of the Purifier.

He led the Scions of Nurgle and companies of Nurgle's warbands into the poisonous gas that shrouded the seven chemical factories, vowing to eradicate this blasphemy to the Plague God.

None of them survived.

Their sacrifice didn't seem to change anything. After that, the Death Guard continued to investigate. These warriors, who were always lazy, were extremely enthusiastic about this matter.

"We insist," Captain Hughes of the Death Guard announced to the crowd, his wet voice accompanied by the buzz of a swarm of flies.

He investigated at the edge of the fog. In a circular room, there were many locked doors, all of which were made of metal.

The swarm of insects in Hughes' body was restless and seemed to be resisting this place. But as a host, he was very stubborn and insisted on moving forward regardless of the changes in the insect swarm.

The swarm protested angrily, thinking that Hughes was rejecting their one-body twin. Nurgle's sacred swarm emerged from his body, not the outside world.

The Swarm believed that Hughes had no reason to reject them, and that their opinions should be listened to as seriously as any true revelation.

But Hughes still ignored them. He chose a door at random and walked across the room, leaving traces of slime in his footsteps.

He opened the observation window on the iron door and looked inside. A scorched corpse covered in smoke faced him in the cell.

It had been dead for a long time, with almost no heat in its eyes, smoke coming out of its severely burned lips, a pair of fire-bubbled palms pressed against the window, roaring in a voice that the Death Guard could not hear.

Hughes ignored it. Although it looked ferocious, it was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Death Guard.

Hughes walked to the next room without any pause, but his investigation stopped again.

The Death Guard's nose twitched slightly, smelling the faint but alluring breath of life.

He walked around the room and saw a woman's body lying on the other side of the corridor - a white dress wrapped in pale skin, the woman's face was blue and black, and the poison had seeped into the bone marrow, leaving no hope of treatment.

In other words, this woman was already dead.

But Hughes was still keenly aware of women's lust for life.

He leaned down the tall body and heard the low growl in the woman's chest trying to hold on tightly for life.

"Nice to meet you, sister." Hughes said softly, "You have fought for your own rebirth."

He knelt down to the body that was unwilling to die, gently picked up the woman, held her head in his arms and leaned forward gently, as if kissing his lover.

The woman's dilated pupils met his gaze. When in close contact with the Death Guard, these eyes seemed to focus, and a desire for life emerged.

"Wake up, sister." The death guard's mouth opened, his throat surged, and he spat a pool of black pus onto the woman's face.

Fat maggots squirmed in the liquid, their milky white bodies eager to find a new host.

These young maggots burrowed into the woman's mouth and nose, causing her to twitch. Some of the maggots even entered through her eyes, climbing up her eyeballs.

When she convulsed, a large amount of filth flowed out, but the Death Guard did not dislike it. They just held her gently and waited patiently for the blessing to bloom.

"Can you hear me, sister?" he whispered to the woman.

The woman's twitching gradually calmed down, but she did not respond to him. The place remained silent, as if nothing happened.

"I need answers, woman," Hughes muttered.

"Rebirth." The woman's voice responded slowly, flies anxiously flew into her throat, and in their buzzing, she heard a dead man's cabin being opened.

Yes, she died a long time ago, but she was too greedy for life and unwilling to let go, which led to the current result. She put the thought aside. Her thoughts should be cluttered enough when she just woken up, and she didn't need those weird stories.

She thought maybe her new baby wouldn't be alone.

"What should I do?" she asked the Death Guard.

"Obey me." Hughes replied without doubt, "help me find the truth."

He stared at the woman in front of him. This existence was awakened by him personally. Because of his extraordinary desire for life, the woman was different.

The woman's appearance was unaffected by the corrupting holy plague. She was a slender woman in a plain white dress, her arms permanently folded, each slender finger resting on its corresponding shoulder.

There seemed to be worms crawling in her hair, the milky white maggots accentuating her delicate features and flawless ivory skin.

Her eyes squinted at the Death Guard, and those sad eyes seemed to convey words that could never be spoken.

Hughes released her to investigate the poisonous mist in his place, though he was unsure whether the woman would be productive.

The woman accepted the leadership of the Death Guard without any resistance. Her extraordinary will to survive made her a special being and the most powerful teammate of the Death Guard.

"Go, go to the city of the ignorant purifiers," Hughes ordered.

He warned the woman, "Walking on their unclean land, remember to sow the seeds that will relieve them. Spread the blessing of the worms far away, be deep and effective. So that we can teach them to see the plague and understand it after us." new life."

The woman swam away like a ghost. Even during the movement, she still kept hugging herself tightly, but this did not affect her speed at all, and she disappeared in a moment.

After watching her leave, Hughes summoned two Death Guard teams and decided to step into the fog to investigate himself.

There are fourteen people in this temporary team, composed of two teams of seven.

Even though Hughes doesn't have a lot of confidence in this team, he likes the numbers.

The team stepped into the ruins of the Purifier city in the poisonous smoke, passing through the narrow doors of the barricade one after another.

In this dead city ruins without any sign of life, they hummed a paternal hymn in unison. The melody was melodious and slow. Although it had cheerful lyrics, it sounded like an elegy.

They entered the alley, and the sturdy silver-plated iron cables connecting the spiers hundreds of meters high on both sides swayed in the wind.

Hughes' team was in the vanguard, and six brothers of the Death Guard formed the vanguard with him, walking at the forefront of this path.

"Hughes." The Death Guard walking beside him suddenly said, "Why him?"

"I don't understand you, brother." Hughes whispered quietly.

"I know that monster, I know what he is." The Death Guard pressed, "Don't tell me you don't know, Hughes, I don't know how to face him."

"Him?!" Hughes raised his tone and snorted disdainfully, "If you really know him, you will know how stupid this idea is."

Hughes waved his hand to signal the Death Guards to search the surroundings carefully, and then continued, "His ambition always exceeds his wisdom. I don't even know what words to use to evaluate him."

"His hunger?" the Death Guard asked tentatively, remembering the eyes of the man who always thought he was enslaved.

"Yes." Hughes nodded in approval, "This description is too appropriate."

His steps paused for a moment, as if he recalled something, "Sometimes I hear his scream, and then there are no other noises. I hear the man's unwilling roar, repeated over and over again, again and again."

"Is he showing off his perseverance again?" The Death Guard guessed this sentence.

"No." Hughes shook his head slowly, "On the contrary, he regards endurance as a curse and is unwilling to do it again."

"Where could that man come from, Hughes?" the guard asked.

"He" Hughes said, his face darkening behind his breathing mask, "He has always been here, right next to us."

The Death Guards looked at each other, and they heard Hughes' tone. It was an emotion that could only be expressed by a person who was between confusion and pain.

"I'm starting to get suspicious," the guard said.

"No matter who you think he is, Hughes, he is worse than you think." One of the Death Guards said, "No need to be miserable, I have seen-"

"Hughes!" At this time, another guard shouted, "We have entered an abnormal space."

"I can feel it," Hughes muttered, taking a deep breath as if tasting the difference in the air.

The guard's discovery was correct. They passed through the alley between the two towers. On the surface, there was no difference here - it was still foggy, and the thick smoke carried enough poison to kill a mortal in an instant.

But the sense of reality here is constantly diminishing, as if everything around it might collapse at any time. There was a sickle-like poison in the breeze that stung the already numb skin of the Death Guards. This poison eroded something deeper than nerve pain.

"It's time to put down your burdens, brothers." Hughes said quietly, "It's time to face this wanton death!"

The Death Guards were at a loss. "Such a thing is only useful if you believe it, Hughes."

"Just do it, I believe it!" urged Hughes. "Brothers, tell me the name of that man!"

"Whose name?" the guard asked.

"His name! No need to hide anything anymore, point that person's name to him!" Hughes shouted excitedly.

The Death Guards were silent for a moment, and then they all spoke together. Their loud voices came together and coordinated to outline the same name.

"Mortarion, the traitor."

As the name was read out, this unusual space was silent for a moment, and then the blowing wind brought black clouds that filled the skyline, with pale thunder flashing in them, like a malicious smile.