Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 443 2.23 Mortarion is also in despair today

Mortarion awoke in a swoon of despair.

No surprise.

Mortarion thought numbly as he sat up from the ruins, rubble falling from his body.

In his blurred vision, he saw a huge, vibrant forest. He was in a clearing in a dense forest, and he saw those entities flying in the forest.

But the good news is that they won't be able to survive for a while.

Mortarion urgently checked his current status.

Wet blood flowed from his forehead, and he felt a slight sense of suffocation. The gas mask Mortarion wore was hit by the fragments of the phosphorus bomb and was of no use anymore.

Unable to be repaired, the Lord of Death decisively took off the gas mask. The sharp fragment that penetrated the mask even penetrated his face, and a clearly visible blood streak passed through the corner of his mouth.

He took off his mask, and the strong smell immediately hit his nose.

Mortarion took out the bandage, pulled out a few bottles from the unbroken bottles on his waist, poured them on the bandage, and then wrapped the bandage around his mouth and nose.

It only took a few seconds from the time he took off his mask to re-protecting himself, but the fishy smell had already made the wound around Mortarion's mouth look abnormally shiny.

Mortarion just hoped that no bugs would grow on this wound in the future - which meant that he would have to be exposed to poison gas again to treat the wound.

His vision had returned, and he gripped his scythe. Mortarion looked down and saw that he was in a broken altar.

The dark altar cracked and pus leaked out. Seven corpses slumped on the altar, and the rubble of Macragge's hospital was scattered on it.

This is obviously not Macragge.

Mortarion thought, and this is a teleportation circle.

He was transported to a ghostly place, and Mortarion sincerely hoped that this place was not the Warp - it probably wasn't, because the Veil was not yet so weak at the time.

So...from the beginning, the enemy's plan was to teleport him away and get him out of his death guard.

Instead of attacking Macragge.

The enemy is targeting him.

Mortarion wanted to take a deep breath to suppress his roiling emotions, but his instincts stopped him. The habit he had developed on Barbarus had taught him not to breathe as much as possible.

His breathing was shallow and slow, like someone who was dying and falling into a deep coma.

There was a noise in the forest, the damp rain air drifted,

Mortarion tightened his grip on his scythe, and the blade flashed with cold light. He stared at the end, bowed slightly, and was ready to harvest at any time.

Mortarion swore that it was the most blasphemous existence he had ever seen, the most disgusting existence he had ever seen.

The bloated body slowly walked out. The whole body looked like a giant that had been soaked in water for a long time. The skin was a light rotten green. Its abdomen had a mouth so huge that it could swallow three mortals. It had rotten yellow teeth. With.

The Generous One, Rotigus Rainfather.

It bowed comically, as if wanting to respect Mortarion,

"We look forward to your return,"

"It's all here for you, ready to take advantage of,"

"伱——"

Light smoke floated from the pistol in Mortarion's hand, and the Lord of Death looked at Father Rain with a blood flower blooming on his belly expressionlessly.

Mortarion wondered whether he should step forward to fight him in close combat, or wait and see what happened - even though he had overwhelming hatred and fighting spirit,

But the thought of fighting a pile of vomit that could explode at any moment slowed Mortarion's movements.

"All right,"

Father Rain finally gave up on its seven-character opening, and the gap in the devil's belly quickly opened up, and it no longer looked injured in an instant.

"It's time for you to return to a family that loves you, Mortarion."

The big demon said sadly, even squeezing out two drops of pus tears from its mung bean-sized eyes.

The demon's greasy words licked him, and Mortarion felt goosebumps rising on his skin. What was that bastard talking about? Mortarion didn't understand a word.

"Everyone in the garden misses you so much. You would have been a good child for Him - it's not too late to come back now."

Rainfather said slowly that it didn't like these words. This was supposed to be said by Ku'gas, the plague father. The plague father had a good compatibility with Mortarion, while the rain father favored Karas.

But now... Karas, whom it personally gave wings to, has deviated from the track, and the Plague Father...

Father Yu shuddered without a trace, and the fat on his body swayed in circles.

It doesn't know whether any unlucky guy is still "alive". The father of plague may have already——

Even just thinking about this matter, Yu's father felt a chill. It was ridiculous, so ridiculous. When would the concept of [death] come to the devil?

It's dead!

In that monster's realm, it's dead!

And this is not [death] controlled by the loving father, it cannot be called——

Even if Father Rain's consciousness is suspended, he shouldn't think too much. Father Plague will reappear - the loving father will reunite the concept of "Plague" and give it new life.

Now, the concepts of [plague] and [disease] are temporarily vacant. They can use it through nearby concepts, but they do not own it.

Some of the concepts that the loving father originally controlled have also become vacant.

The Father was reuniting them, which resulted in a loss of energy, so that He could only look at one.

His favorite child, Mortarion.

Rainfather realized that he was still talking to him, so he forced a smile on his face, trying to let Mortarion realize that this was a warm and harmonious family.

Mortarion stared at Rainfather silently. He thought that no matter how he fought, the demon's body fluids would splash on him.

And with the armor slightly damaged, this was the scene Mortarion least wanted to see.

Mortarion was silent. He felt the scars at the corners of his mouth itchy. Now he was on a planet full of enemies, isolated and helpless.

First, he couldn't surrender. Surrendering meant being corrupted, which meant the ending he saw that day.

Second, he couldn't die. Death also meant surrendering. His soul was imprisoned in the subspace here and became a permanent slave of the enemy.

Finally, he had to resist his enemies and hurt them as much as possible while meeting the first two points.

Mortarion was a pessimist. He didn't think anyone would come to save him at this moment. Neither Angron nor Guilliman could solve such a situation.

And the real anti-psychic expert of the Empire... Mortarion smiled bitterly without leaving a trace.

He could probably imagine what Hades faced in the end - but Hades was still alive, otherwise Hades would not - [Never,] The Lord of Death's hoarse voice sounded, faint and almost silent, [In the name of Hades, I will be loyal to mankind. ] Responded to him. Mortarion was satisfied to see that the demon screamed astonishingly, but then - "That monster! It's dead! Dead! Humanity is long gone!" The bloated body of Rain Father instantly turned into a pool of pus and soaked into the soil, and as Rain Father disappeared, extremely smelly raindrops fell. Mortarion heard the corrosion sound on his armor. Dead? Perhaps he should have realized it long ago, why did he still deceive himself? Mortarion thought, he saw the figures of those Space Marines appear in the forest, bloated and slow. Dead? Mortarion asked himself, why can he still gain power through prayer? This might be a lie, Mortarion thought, but even if it was true, he couldn't be shaken or hesitated by the enemy's words at this moment. '

He hasn't seen Hades' body yet... Is he really dead? Or... Hades can see his body.

The rain suddenly got heavier, and the big raindrops hit Mortarion's hood, corroding the cloth in an instant. The irritating water drops streaked across his face, and Mortarion heard the sound of flesh corroding.

The makeshift anti-gas bandage just vanished in an instant.

Mortarion breathed, and the defense system in his body began to work, overloaded, as if wailing.

He was now alone, on the planet prepared for him by the enemy, and his armor and mask were vulnerable.

The poison gas now was far more brutal than that on Barbarus.

Mortarion panted, he panted, and a deep, deep sense of despair climbed up his heart, gnawing at his flesh like a maggot.

No... no no no no... Mortarion thought, the enemy has already started to attack him... He can't fall into the trap.

... Even if he finally goes to the worst branch, he must struggle as much as possible before falling.

Maybe Hades is dead,

Mortarion thought,

but he can't die now,

Mortarion can't die yet, he can't surrender, can't fall, he must stand here,

If he fails, it will be disrespectful to the road he has walked and the people he has met.

He can't do this.

This is disrespectful to old friends, and it is a mockery of all his previous efforts.

This is... This is wrong.

So Mortarion began to pray, he raised his scythe and aimed at those Space Marines who made him feel broken at a glance.

Turbid raindrops streaked across his face,

He wanted to comfort his old friends with the souls of his enemies.

Even if the price would be...

Mortarion trembled, he remembered the phantom he saw on the Eldar planet that year.

But he had made up his mind about all this.

No, good!