In the darkness, the unique flapping sound of moth wings was heard, and in the corridor with flashing green light, two dark shadows struggling and wrestling on the ground were reflected.
[Go... die.]
The sound of gnashing teeth came from under Mortarion's breathing mask. His eyes were wide open, with a mixture of flames and bloodshot in them.
He held the dagger tightly in both hands and pushed downward. The tip of the dagger pierced through Horus' palm. Poisonous blood oozed out and pointed straight at Horus' face along the tip of the knife. But no matter how hard Mortarion pushed, the dagger in his hand could not get any closer.
[-die!]
Mortarion let out a distorted scream, and the wings behind the Pale Lord flapped even more violently. Horus' eyes were bloodshot, and one of his hands was tightly holding the dagger that Mortarion was stabbing at him, while the other hand with lightning claws stabbed into Mortarion's chest and abdomen. The sharp blade stabbed out from behind, and the electric arc crackled with a burning smell.
Horus clenched his teeth and squeezed out blood foam, […Mad…! ]
A dazzling arc of electricity suddenly burst out from his lightning claws, but Mortarion did not move at all after feeling the pain! A long mist gushed out of the Pale Lord's gas mask, and he stabbed Horus with more force!
Horus' pupils trembled and he whispered an ancient spell, summoning power to hang down from the four corners, trying to tear apart the authority of this man who stole the power of the Warp. The entire Vengeful Spirit seemed to begin to tremble, and a painful groan leaked from under Mortarion's mask. Horus immediately kicked him.
Bang!
That kick powerfully pushed Mortarion away, and he hit the observation window. The huge force caused the observation window to crack. Dangerous white cracks spread gradually to the entire observation window with Mortarion as the center, like a spider web.
Mortarion struggled to stand up, mist wafting out of the damaged armor. He stretched out his hand and the mist rolled, and the giant scythe of Silence condensed in his hand again.
He felt the seeds growing slowly in the warp. He came again, never giving up, always hoping to obtain, always watching him, even though he had already become weak.
But this time, He would not let Mortarion bite off His flesh again.
With the scythe dragging on the ground, Mortarion staggered towards Horus again. He was on the verge of falling, but each of his blows was as heavy as thunder!
Mortarion's tall, skinny body seemed to be shaking, and Horus felt as if he would fall to the ground in the next second, but the sound of the scythe breaking through the wind in the air told Horus that
This blow is powerful!
Horus could not guarantee that he would take Mortarion's blows intact - but Mortarion had already taken several of Horus's blows.
But he just won’t fall!
If counted by flesh and blood, Mortarion's calf has now been broken into several pieces, his ribs have long been shattered, the organs in his chest and abdomen are in a mess, and his arm has been shattered. If Mortarion had shed blood instead of white mist when he was injured, the blood he shed would have been enough to paint his entire body red!
But he just won’t fall!
The mist was so confusing that Horus was unsure whether his attack was effective. Under the hard armor, Mortarion seemed to be the mist itself!
Horus took a deep breath. Mortarion had already sold his soul to the High Heaven. He needed the High Heaven's means of attack, otherwise he would never be able to reach the other side and deal a fatal blow to Mortarion.
He gritted his teeth tightly, Horus's consciousness slid hopelessly into the abyss, the abyss was staring at him, he remembered the treaty with the four gods, he didn't want to use it, but - but -
Horus' gaze pierced through Mortarion and fell on the broken observation window. He saw the end of the Death Guard fleet and the artillery fire pouring down on Cadia - since he would die one day, there was no need for him to hide anymore!
Even so, at the moment he decided to use the spell, Horus still felt a certain pain. He had originally planned a more grand and fateful duel, either with Sanguinius or with the Lord of Mankind, not - with a madman!
Horus took the initiative to sink his soul into the deeper night. He salvaged his strength and drank the gift from the High Heaven like poison. At a certain moment, he realized his hatred. Horus hated the Death Guard, Mortarion from Barbarus, and Hades. Without Hades, none of this would have happened.
He will not fail, he will not watch the mountains and rivers entrusted to him by the emperor being shattered, he will not watch his brothers turning into false gods and devils. None of this will happen, but it has already happened.
The butterfly from Barbarus flapped its wings, bringing about a storm that tore through the entire galaxy.
He hated Barbarus and the people who came from Barbarus.
But all hatred will disappear with the death of the enemy, leaving only the people and things he hopes to keep.
Horus smiled, the whites of his eyes were completely black, blood trickled down from the corners of his eyes, he chanted, and as he chanted, he felt an endless flow of power toward him, the pupils of the Most High moved, and as Horus chanted, he gradually looked towards Mortarion.
Don't the Death Guard like to end everything with death? Well, he will do it for them.
Horus moved, this time even faster. A shadow flashed by, and Mortarion raised his scythe to block it, but the claw of Horus, crackling with lightning, had already reached his throat!
Bang!
Mortarion was strangled by the throat by the lightning claw and pressed against the observation window. Horus' long and sharp index finger pierced his chin and gently tapped the observation window.
His other four fingers also pierced through the armor and into the inside.
But this time, Mortarion, who had been struggling desperately like a madman, was completely motionless.
Mortarion held Horus' arms tightly with both hands, wrestling slightly.
He just stared at Horus with his mad eyes, and the overwhelming hatred and murderous intent in them almost drowned Horus.
As for why Mortarion suddenly stopped moving...
Behind Mortarion, the cracks on the observation window that had already cracked were gradually expanding, and the cracks spread out behind Mortarion like a spider web.
As long as one of them exerts force, the observation window behind Mortarion will immediately shatter! The huge pressure will throw Mortarion out!
Horus breathed a sigh of relief. Mortarion's wings, which had been flapping like a madman, finally stopped quietly. These wings had almost blinded Horus just now.
[Look behind you?]
The force in Mortarion's hands suddenly lightened, and his pupils tilted to an almost impossible angle - during the battle, the Pale Lord became increasingly inhuman.
More like an insect devoured by murderous intent and death-lust.
Horus knew that during the battle, not only him, but Mortarion was also receiving the baptism of the Most High. He must have been affected by the turbulence of the Warp, either forced or voluntarily. This had nothing to do with gods, but only with laws.
This is the law of the highest heaven, power will distort its master.
Horus doubted how much sanity Mortarion had left.
The light from countless torpedo explosions faintly illuminated Mortarion's profile, and the pale lord's pupils suddenly dilated.
Amid the chaos of warship wreckage, Mortarion saw the explosion of the Fourth Knight, as well as the whirlwind torpedo that was launched not far from the Fourth Knight.
In his peripheral vision, through the shattered glass, he saw the aftermath of the Fourth Knight's explosion impact the vicinity of the torpedo. The cold and ruthless torpedo was detonated, and huge fireworks bloomed in the void, illuminating Mortarion's face.
Mortarion was suddenly relieved, but he felt his soul writhing in agony, for he knew, as Horus knew—
The sinking of the Fourth Knight marked the beginning of another stage, and the countdown had begun - except for Hades and Vorcus, there were no particularly outstanding fleet battle commanders on the Death Guard, not to mention that the Death Guard was now at the end of its strength.
Failed
Vox! You fucking lost! Vox! You lost?!
You betrayed their trust - you betrayed the Death Guard's trust in you, Vorx, you fucking piece of shit! You don't understand -
The blazing flames of the Fourth Horseman lit up Mortarion's profile.
The Pale Lord's curse stopped abruptly in his heart.
…Vox, good job.
Mortarion stared at Cadia exhaustedly. The Primarch saw that after the Fourth Knight was cut down, the whirlwind torpedoes were reloaded and fired at Cadia.
He wished Trazyn or Malcador had the ability to teleport—no—it wasn't—no—
In front of Mortarion, taking advantage of the moment when Mortarion was distracted, Horus smiled and recited the last few syllables of the spell. Although they were both going to die, Horus decided to make Mortarion suffer more.
Mortarion will die before them - but he will not face complete nothingness, but the Warp. This spell will severely damage Mortarion's soul, throwing him into the Warp, making him a lamb at the hand of the gods.
Horus enjoyed Mortarion's pain, showing his unabashed hatred for his brothers, and he had begun to look forward to his own death, which would leave the Imperium with a clean slate where his father could start over.
He recited the last note, and Mortarion came to his senses a moment later and realized that the Pale Lord was struggling violently, and the window behind him groaned under the heavy pressure, and finally, at the last moment, the observation window shattered.
And the note in Horus' mouth also reached its final pronunciation.
Horus stared at Mortarion, whose pupils suddenly shrank, but a pale face was reflected in the layers of glass that were about to break backwards.
Pale face, dark pupils.
[Hello.]
Conrad Curze said, standing behind Horus and patting his brother on the shoulder in a friendly manner. Horus was caught off guard and turned his head suddenly, and the last syllable from his mouth hit Conrad Curze.
In Conrad's sight, he saw Mortarion and the broken glass flying out of the Spirit of Vengeance in panic.
In Mortarion's eyes, he saw Konrad Curze's body melting into blood.
The Primarch's gaze allowed Curze to see the slight tremor on Mortarion's mask. Based on Conrad's calculations and his understanding of Mortarion, that should be -
Damn you, Conrad—
In response, Conrad gave a sharp, mocking smile and raised his middle finger towards Mortarion, who was blown away by the air pressure.
[Idiot!]
Konrad shouted happily and heartily, and his middle finger nail fell off due to Horus' spell.
(End of this chapter)