The candlelight suddenly went out, and wisps of cold mist floated up from the burnt candlelight, slowly rising into the darkness.
In the silent darkness, the Pale Lord's sighing voice rang out, and the sharp iron blade scraped across the ground, making a discordant sound.
+What do you want to do, kill the Dead? +
It was as if in a dark corner, the rustling whispers of insects crawling past emerged from the hazy fog, and the cold and dead words seemed to crawl up the spine of the listener, giving goose bumps.
Horus chuckled, and waved his claws wildly as if he was annoyed. White mist drifted away from the gaps between his claws.
[Is this the only fraud you know? ]
Mortarion chuckled softly.
+I can't beat you,+
He said, +At least I know where my power comes from - Horus, do you know whose gift you are receiving now? +
The Khan interrupted their conversation just in time, the White Scars' Primarch holding a White Tiger scimitar, cautiously bent over in the fog. The rising white mist surrounded him, like the tall grass on Chogolis, providing him with cover.
[Horus, you are not what you once were,]
The Khan said cautiously, "Surrender, you need to rest."
The Khan watched, and saw Horus's face twisted into an inhuman shape - the power of words was so great that it succeeded in enraging Horus.
[you,]
Horus gasped, his eyes burning with anger, [Do you still think I'm wrong? ]
The Warmaster, the Warmaster of the First Empire, opened his arms, staring at the Khan,
"You are in league with a traitor, Khan. You have your place in the Empire—are you willing to abandon it to follow a…"
[one…]
Horus looked at the sickle in the mist. The Warmaster, who had been talking incessantly, fell silent. He paused for a moment, as if he was looking for a suitable adjective.
His momentary silence angered Mortarion, or perhaps the Pale Lord had already made up his mind at this moment. The sound of the scythe breaking through the air rang out, heading straight for Horus' head!
throat!
There was a brief explosion and sparks, followed by a dazzling second strike! A third strike! A sudden rain of blood and wind came with the flash of swords and sabers, and a dazzling flash of light lit up in the dim room!
There was another teeth-grinding sound of metal tearing, and the giant sickle moved sideways, shaking away the ashes on it. Bright red blood splattered from the silver-white metal into the air like beads, and was silently swallowed up by the white mist.
Horus grinned grimly, he shook his numbed hands, leaving a tiny scar on his face, but he was sure that he had succeeded, his giant claws successfully delivered a blocked touch.
Even though no blood was torn off his blade, Horus was not discouraged - the current Mortarion did not seem to be bleeding.
He looked at the being in the mist, and was briefly startled when he realized he could not see Mortarion clearly, but then he realized that this was a sign of Mortarion's mystification.
He fears you, and therefore is unwilling to fully emerge from his realm.
Yes, from the beginning to the end, Horus and Khan, whose torsos were still in the physical world, realized that the space they were standing on was not solid ground. At least, in a sense, half of their feet were in the realm of the Pale Lord—the Storm Prophet Yesugei summoned him, just like summoning a demon.
It's like summoning a demon.
Horus couldn't stop laughing at the thought. How dare they blame you? He still fought with his fleet, his sword, and his warriors, but what about Mortarion
He sighed and lamented that the Khan had a poor grasp of people. Chagatai had originally had the opportunity to become a powerful general under his command. This Primarch, who had always been marginalized by the Empire, had the opportunity to become a great man who restored the Empire.
But after witnessing Mortarion with his own eyes, he chose to side with Mortarion without hesitation.
Horus was confused. Even the most insane creatures, as long as they still had some sanity, shouldn't they choose to trust Mortarion - is that acceptable to humans
Are you angry
Horus asked jokingly,
Another scythe strike was delivered in response! Horus dodged it with a smile, and the scythe passed by him.
+I just hope to survive... +
Mortarion gasped, and it seemed that he was gasping in pain all the time. With his breath, the all-consuming white mist came out of his mouth and nose.
+You don’t know… +
+ How it feels to be alive - to live for your own consciousness, Horus. +
As Mortarion spoke, he felt the blood of Horus. The wings behind him trembled slightly, and sparkling powder fell from above. The substances extracted from Horus' blood were slowly and firmly exerting their effects.
+I sympathize with you,+
Mortarion says, +Because I know how it feels to be watched... But you... You had a chance to die, didn't you? +
Horus coughed violently and tried to continue attacking in anger, but the Khan, who had been lying in wait, took action. Like a tiger, the Khan's knife pounced on Horus' throat accurately and swiftly. His trusted friend still hoped to give him a dignified departure at this moment.
At the same time, Mortarion's scythe dropped again -
Bang!!!
The whole room suddenly shook violently, causing the Khan's sword to slightly deviate in direction. Horus blocked the Khan and immediately faced Mortarion's scythe!
Blood flowed from the corners of Horus' mouth. He looked shaky, but also seemed to have become even bigger. The darkness covering the house began to spread and expand again. They had been watching the battle in silence, but were not willing to take any further action.
But they could not lose Horus either.
The fog rolled, and Mortarion lowered his scythe in silence. His figure became unstable...
The Pale Lord stared at Horus, as if he was weighing something.
Horus struggled, he coughed like he was about to die, he muttered something under his breath, words of resistance or madness burst out of his mouth in pieces.
Mortarion stared at Horus, for whom he had a vague respect - perhaps they should all end this farce.
Originally, they all had a chance to end it.
As long as you say that word...
As long as you say it... Pandora's box will be opened...
This familiar word has amazing magic. The loss it causes is simply not proportional to the gain it brings. All it takes is a call, and you just need to be ready to burn yourself to death.
His lips trembled.
Mortarion felt his heart pounding in his chest. Did he still have an organ like a heart
But at last he remembered the words of that damned Malcador,
"You need to think about the galaxy, Mortarion."
His hooded eyes were weary and serious, and he pressed his crooked staff against Mortarion's breastplate.
"You can't be willful anymore—we don't have the ransom for your willfulness anymore."
+… It’s time to go. +
Mortarion's whispers drifted softly to the Khan's ears—
+They reacted.+
No more! Sorry, my roommate also collapsed today, I accompanied her to the hospital
(End of this chapter)