[here!!!]
The Khan's shout pierced through the thick fog, and a rapid flapping of wings sounded from the fog in the distance.
Beside Chagatai, the Storm Prophet Yesugei waved his staff. The sheep head on top of the Storm Prophet's staff was now covered with cracks. Ominous moss clung to it, and then withered in an instant, turning into ashes representing death.
The monster running in the fog was rapidly enlarging in size, and a faint mist was rising around the Khan, accompanied by dots of light.
+… Directly…take away… +
A distant call came from afar, and since then, it has been accompanied by the sound of thousands of roars and the clashing of swords.
[hurry up!]
The Khan roared. He looked into the distance. The Warmaster's swollen figure appeared at the end of the corridor. The rolling darkness surrounded him. The scarlet surging darkness descended.
Prior to this, Mortarion took the Khan and the White Scars on a short-distance psychic teleportation directly on the Spirit of Vengeance, which allowed them to escape from Horus.
With every step Horus took, the end of the corridor twisted, and in a trance, the Khan saw a corner of a strange maze, a tumbling pool of blood, and a lush garden. Those strange realms twisted, rolled, and changed all the time. The curtain was turbulent, and the boundary between the physical world and the subspace began to become blurred.
The Primarch heard their whispers, filled with anger, teasing, and teasing. While Mortarion was testing their bottom line, they were also looking for that critical point.
The Khan felt the deck beneath his feet become illusory, and the creatures of the Warp began to try to drag them into another battlefield. For the Primarch who only understood but could not use psychic power skillfully, this would be the scene he least wanted to see.
But fortunately, they have people here who can use psychic power skillfully.
No, not Magnus.
The mist rolled rapidly to the Khan's feet, bringing with it an unpleasant smell, and Mortarion's voice came clearly to their ears.
+—Call me, use Teleport! +
The Khan clearly saw Yesugei hesitate for a moment as he swung his scepter, but then the Storm Prophets carried out Mortarion's order without hesitation.
Lightning exploded from Yesugei's scepter, and he rushed into the white mist like a python, causing the mist to tremble.
[withdraw!]
Leading the Qiexue and the Storm Prophets, Chagatai decisively retreated into the increasingly dense white fog behind him. There was no deck in the physical world here.
He stepped onto a corner of the garden that had once been full of life, but now, everything was withered and dead, and death was sleeping quietly on the land.
Jaghatai knew that with the Stormseer's active summons and the connection with Nurgle, Mortarion had successfully expanded his domain over a corner of the Spirit of Vengeance.
Frost quickly clung to the Khan's white armor. The special smell of psychic magic stimulated his nostrils. The Khan suddenly felt the silence in a trance - too quiet.
Before completely throwing himself into the realm of rolling fog, the Khan turned back for the last time and saw Horus standing still.
The Khan stepped halfway into the mist, and in the gray and white that had begun to quiet down, he saw the Warmaster who was absorbing the power of Chaos.
Horus, who had been completely furious before, had calmed down. He just stood there silently with sadness in his eyes, as if he was saying his final farewell.
The Khan turned his head and jumped completely into the foggy abyss.
At that last moment, the Khan did not think, what was Horus grieving at that time
Was he grieving the Khan's ultimate "betrayal," or did seeing his old friend bring him a moment of clarity
Chagatai Khan had no answer to this question. He only knew that even though his ears were silent, the buzzing of insect wings was getting louder and louder.
The Storm Prophets were still reciting the ancient spells diligently, powerful forces burst out from their scepters, and the tokens made of animal and human heads were shaking violently, as if they were in a strong wind.
The Khan heard distant, angry mutterings from the crucible, and he raised the spoon and waved it to make the other forces retreat.
A foul smell wafted in the air, and greenery began to grow again under their feet. Flies and insects rustled over the newly grown vegetation, and bees and butterflies with curved stingers crawled out from between the blooming buds and trembled as they flew.
The plants grew rapidly, making rustling sounds, and the flies and insects flapped their wings, making a buzzing noise.
The mist, which had begun to become thin, rolled more violently, and the vegetation that had just grown on the ground under the white mist withered in an instant. Life and death completed a cycle at this moment, and those lively insects fell to the ground and began to silently and rapidly decay into ashes.
At the other end, a long bell in the garden rang out, one, two, three... seven!
Corax, who was about to faint, suddenly felt that Mortarion's speed slowed down abruptly. They fell sharply in the air, and the patterns on the wings of the Pale Lord suddenly became dim, and those patterns that once had obvious regularity began to become chaotic again.
Corax saw at a glance that the twisted patterns were no longer nested sevens.
The mist would muffle as much sound as possible, otherwise Corax would hear Mortarion's angry voice.
Mortarion thrust the dagger roughly into Corax's hand.
+…too slow. +
The Pale Lord said, annoyed at the Storm Prophet's speed. Teleportation takes time and requires a stable environment.
Corax held the dagger in his hand, and he looked at Mortarion inquiringly, his gauntlet hissing and corroding as it touched the dagger.
+Get ready,+
Mortarion whispered,
+The moment I reach the Khan, stab me, banish me back, and we'll just get out of here. +
Corax was speechless. He wanted to ask something, but in the end he just said, "Okay."
Mortarion was silent. He had originally planned to use the Stormseer's direct teleportation and his warp help to take them away from here.
But now, it looks like his presence has angered Nurgle once again.
Then - find another way to leave!
As if worried that Corax would not be able to kill him with one strike, the Raven Lord opened his eyes wide in astonishment. He saw a small Death Guard stumble out from under Mortarion's cloak.
It climbed to the center of Mortarion's wings, just within Corax's reach. The little guy turned his head and looked at Corax, holding Mortarion's cloak with one hand to maintain balance, and waved the other hand, signaling him to stab here.
Corax clutched the dagger, stunned.
On the other side, in a place that the two Primarchs had never paid attention to, Trazyn was staring at the little Death Guard, with the indicator light on his face flashing wildly.
The rapidly flapping wings stopped abruptly, and in the white mist, Mortarion, carrying two people on his shoulders, broke through the mist and slammed heavily towards the Khan's position.
The Pale Lord saw the Khan and the White Scars fighting against the Nurgle demons that had emerged from the ground. He clearly felt that his own territory was being eroded bit by bit and was returning to Nurgle.
But fortunately, all this can now end.
+Stab!!!+
Mortarion shouted, and he succeeded in touching the Khan. At that moment, the Khan turned back in horror, and Corax stabbed him without hesitation.
The sound of armor breaking was heard, followed by Mortarion's mad curses. Brilliant light burst out from the body of the Pale Lord, and he collapsed in an instant like an empty shell, with white mist spurting out like blood.
The feeling of warp teleportation that Corax was familiar with successfully made him vomit it out. The huge warp turbulence generated when Mortarion was exiled hit them, instantly destroying all concepts of this area.
Corax felt that Mortarion's presence was receding and disappearing in an instant. This was the price he had to pay for being exiled, but at the last moment, in the violent turbulence, above Mortarion's rapidly receding domain, the Pale Lord suddenly threw them out!
Because of being expelled, Mortarion will return to the place where he has the most stable existence - the Death Guard fleet, and as for the others, Mortarion will use his own domain to try to send them to the safety of the physical world connected to his own domain.
Mortarion's realm can be connected to any physical world with Mortarion's concepts and authority, or the physical world where believers exist.
In the white fog, Corax felt himself retreating rapidly. He heard voices of praise, words of praise to the Pale Lord. In his peripheral vision, he saw the Khan and the White Scars being blown away by the impact and falling into the world under the white fog. He vaguely saw that it was the room where the Storm Prophets on the White Scars fleet gathered.
There, the Stormseers were calling upon the Pale Lord, and so Mortarion established a connection there.
As the Pale Lord's warp power buffeted him, the Raven Lord sensed that Mortarion had hoped to hurl him and Trazyn over to the White Scars as well.
But only Trazyn, who was closer to that side, fell down successfully. The area connected by the white fog was shrinking rapidly.
Corax traveled through the chaos of the Warp. He could have entered the physical world of those who called upon the Pale Lord, but at the last moment—
A prayer stopped him, and the white mist was completely swallowed by the ominous darkness. Corax instantly returned to the physical world. He lay on the ground in confusion and embarrassment. With his newly recovered vision, he saw people around him screaming in fear. Those people were dressed in gorgeous clothes and had exquisite makeup.
And an Eldar who was quietly watching him, leading the people.
An Eldar!!!
In his ears, the prayer they just chanted together was echoing.
"Praise Hades."
The Raven Lord was keenly aware that this was not the words of a prayer to Mortarion - that is, he had dropped them in the wrong place.
What and what is all this, Corax thought desperately.
Praise to Hades... What is this
Before his mind could comprehend the meaning of these words, a huge feeling of powerlessness immediately engulfed him.
Yay!
Recommend a book!
Warhammer: In the Name of Cathay
Seris-style Primarch
(End of this chapter)