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I am going to kill you.

The giant struggled to put his foot into the gap between the rocks. He tried it carefully to make sure it could bear his own weight and strength before continuing to climb up.

This matter should not have been so difficult for him. His physical fitness and strength can make unarmed rock climbing, which is extremely dangerous for ordinary people, a simple and impossible task. However, the poisonous fog that lingered on the mountain made the matter horribly difficult.

Don't get me wrong, he wasn't poisoned, he just couldn't see up and down. In addition, the outer layer of rock here has become very fragile due to the existence of poisonous fog. He didn't want to fall, he had work to do.

He had a breathing mask on his face, already a little small, which he had been wearing when he escaped. Although there are some problems with the size, it does not prevent it from working.

He continued to climb, and at the same time, he thought - I will kill you.

who?

If you were not him, you would not know the answer.

his adoptive father.

a monster.

There are thousands of dark and twisted beings on the planet called Barbarus under his feet. They are poisonous to humans and nature just by being alive. This is how the planet is polluted. And he...he's not from here.

He is from beyond. His adoptive father didn't hide it, and he didn't bother to hide it. Barbarus is ruled by overlords who practice witchcraft, and it is the king of overlords. It kept him just out of interest, nothing else.

It gave him a name - Mortarion, the Son of Death. The Overlord considers itself dead, and its arrogance is evident in it. It gave Mortarion something else besides the name.

Such as suffering from hunger and cold, such as being besieged by a dozen monsters, such as going out to hunt dangerous beasts to get food... When it is in a good mood, it will force Mortarion to go to it, and then it will compulsively Teach Mortarion something.

War, death, how to torture weak human beings is more interesting, how to make sacrifices to gain powerful psychic power and witchcraft...

Mortarion took no interest in them all, and so, only a few years later, as a grown man, he left the poisonous mountaintop. And his adoptive father was clearly not happy about it.

Yes, this is the only way to explain the fast beast that fled after being vulnerable, only this can explain why the village was attacked immediately after he left, only this can explain,

Why is there a light from the power of the Witch King in the eyes of those who were killed.

I am going to kill you.

Mortarion climbed on, not stopping, not resting, refusing even a moment's breath. He swore an oath, vowed to avenge those people.

But his adoptive father was not stupid, in fact, the wisdom of every witchcraft overlord is beyond comprehension, let alone the witch king. He naturally knew what kind of power this creature, which had become a giant in a few years, possessed.

In the poisonous cloud above the head, there is a shadowy black figure rushing straight towards him suddenly. Its shrill growl alerted Mortarion, and the primarch raised his head alertly, making a bold decision in half a second.

He let go of his hands, and his legs stuck between the rock cracks suddenly exerted force. Great strength and his extraordinary agility allowed him to catch the shadow in a brief ascent.

"Sure enough," Mortarion whispered. "It knows I'm coming."

The monster caught by him let out a sharp roar again, but this time, it was somewhat painful.

The ferocious horns on top of its head were gripped tightly by the Primarch at this moment, and the huge force nearly shattered them. Mortarion stepped on its back and clenched his fist hard. Driven by the pain, the monster was quickly and unwillingly controlled by him.

The climb was immediately reduced to an exaggerated situation, and within a few minutes he was at the top of the mountain. Not far away, there is a palace silently threatening the world in the darkness.

He jumped off the monster's back, not forgetting to take its horns and break its wings when he left. He fell to the ground, and the seriously injured monster fell to the ground with him.

He walked over, killed it, then turned around, not surprised to see many twisted monsters coming out of the darkness.

"You're all going to die."

He said calmly, and pulled out the sickle he used to harvest crops from behind his waist. It's just mortal, but that doesn't matter.

"We know, Son of Death."

One of the monsters replied that it looked like a skeleton, but it was covered with simple and hideous armor: "But we must obey the master's order, otherwise we will not even enjoy the freedom of death."

"Come then," Mortarion said softly.

A battle broke out, and the first to die was a beast-shaped monster with ten human heads behind it. Whenever it attacked, they sang in unison, scrambling the primarch's mind with cursed sounds.

Mortarion didn't respond to this attack, which was enough to kill an ordinary person in an instant, he just frowned. He stepped forward, swung the scythe down, and killed the monster in two seconds.

The second was the skeleton, with a sword in its hand, slashing towards the Primarch. Mortarion responded by wresting its weapon away with one hand, and crushing its skull with the blade.

At first, the battle can be considered easy, but the number of monsters is endless. Worse, they are getting stronger. From skeletons to undead serpents, from twisted sutures to maws burrowing beneath the ground...

There was even support from the air, the broken hands flew with the head flying, spit out the venom from the jawless mouth in a terrible way, the esophagus and the trachea shook, it was disgusting and horrifying.

Mortarion is strong, but not strong enough to ignore all.

He's going to get hurt, in fact, he's seriously hurt right now. Ordinary people may die a hundred times, but he can still persist.

He didn't know why, but he knew it when he grabbed the spine of the last monster and jerked it out of its rotting body.

He can still... go on.

The primarch took a breath of air, his mask had been damaged in the battle, so naturally he could no longer take on the function of filtering the air. At this moment, he was breathing highly poisonous air, but his lungs had adapted to this three minutes ago.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, suppressing the fishy sweetness in his throat, and then he moved forward, towards the palace.

He will kill it.

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"It's a terrifying sight. Tell us, brother, have you ever faced any of these things?" Alpharius asked.

He didn't ask this question in his usual tone, his brows were furrowed and his expression was serious, obviously he didn't intend to joke about it.

Facing his question, the Lord of Death just nodded calmly.

"Those overlords who use witchcraft will experiment on humans. In fact, they allow people to survive only because they need experimental products."

Someone cursed under his breath, and Horus was surprised to find that it was Sanguinius. The archangel scowled and cursed in the most vicious language he could think of.

Then, Conrad Koz laughed again—he mocked: "It seems that you are really not good at cursing and insulting, Sanguinius."

"Do you want to compare yourself in this matter?" Corax said angrily. "You don't think that's something to be superior, something to be proud of, do you, Bat?"

"You can't deny that the art of language is useful in battle, as it is in life, scavengers. Just like now, I use scavengers to refer to crows, and I have the upper hand in my conversation with you."

Koz raised his chin complacently, causing Vulcan to cover his face so hard to look directly at him. The Lord of the Fire Dragon said sullenly: "I still don't understand how you can call each other like this."

"They look alike," Khan replied in a deliberately thoughtful tone. "That's why, Vulcan...ha."

Corax narrowed his eyes: "If you have to say it, you are the only oriental face among us, Jaghatai. But you and I are still brothers, so don't make me look like him anymore. Funny."

Khan smiled triumphantly: "So you don't want to have a similar face with him? I thought your relationship had improved."

The corners of Corax's eyes twitched, and the Lord of Crows took a deep breath: "It has improved because he is now a normal person."

"It's okay, Corax, I know that the medical cabin actually has a plastic surgery function. If you don't want to have pale skin and dark eyes, you can consider getting a plastic surgery."

The Lord of the Night spoke slowly, and at the same time laughed rather viciously.

"I think long blond hair, blue eyes, and skin as white as jade will suit you very well. At that time, maybe your title will change, such as Sanguinius without wings or something. "

"You really... Father!"

The emperor suddenly raised his head from the book, his expression blank: "Ah? Yes, Corax, I'm here, what's wrong?"

Behind him, the Custodian in the shadows took a step forward calmly, and explained what had just happened in half a minute in a whisper. The emperor then rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"Forgive me, this knowledge prevents me from paying attention to your reactions... Even so, I hope you can maintain your demeanor. Arguing about your appearance like this, you even want me to come forward.... ..”

The emperor paused, pursed his lips, and spoke the next sentence after a few seconds.

"Although I don't reject such naive behavior, and can even be called liking...but you are also Primarchs after all." He persuaded tactfully. "Go ahead, Hub, let's find something for my sons to do."

Then, he lowered his head and continued to read the book. Magnus stared at his every move, as if he had noticed something, and quickly exchanged a few glances with Guilliman. The latter narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded towards the Crimson King.

After the meeting, they have new things to do.

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