Mortarion was going to kill Horus.
He was going to kill Horus!
Inside the broken window, the three men wrestled together. Conrad let out a shrill laugh. The chains extending from the warp had almost materialized, tied around his neck, and pulled him hard, trying to make him retreat into the shadows.
Outside the window, ripples of the High Heavens spread, strange and bright waves washed over the fleets, and the carcasses of ships swayed in the turbulence of the Warp. If any of them glanced out the window, they would immediately realize that the Warmaster's fleets were retreating.
But the primarchs fighting each other could no longer tell so much apart. The scythe swept across the ground and cut Horus's abdomen. Black blood splattered. Horus laughed and, along with the chains that bound Curze, kicked away Conrad who was biting him.
The Warmaster stood up and swung his Lightning Claw to block Mortarion's scythe.
He has already won! He is the one who truly exploits Chaos. Look at Conrad and the inhuman Mortarion who are about to be dragged into hell! The burning Cadia is reflected in Horus's eyes. The uppermost atmosphere of the planet has been ignited. In less than five seconds, the flames will reach the surface!
He even became nervous. What if the Khan succeeded in taking the monster away? But no, no! From beginning to end, there was no news of the warship successfully leaving Cadia.
As long as that monster self-destructs, the channel will be cut off, and he can stop the attack from the dark side of the empire for the Emperor!
And the rebels who came to support would vanish into thin air—Guilliman, Angron, Malcador... He had finally killed them!
When everything is over, Terra, with the Custodes and the Imperial Fists, will once again become the strongest faction in the Empire.
—Everything, everything is over!
Horus laughed loudly. He saw Conrad, who was knocked away by him, being dragged by the chain around his neck, blood spurting from his mouth, flying towards the darkness. He saw Mortarion raising his scythe and slashing towards his head without any defense. He saw Cadia burning, and he saw the battlefield with waves toppling over the sky. Horus' pupils constricted, and he saw the gods who had given him power.
And then, and then—
He saw the sun he had been longing for.
Why did you come now, father
Horus' eyes reflected golden light, and he saw Mortarion in front of him covered with a layer of faint golden glow, but he... but he didn't? !
Why?! Why, did he do something wrong, no! No no no no!
[—Get the hell out of here!]
Mortarion cursed at the top of his lungs, [You old bastard! Get off me!!!]
He felt controlled - Mortarion was already familiar with this, from Kna'kre to Nurgle - his so-called "fathers" always liked this!
Mortarion swung his scythe. Why did his so-called "fathers" always want to ruin his life? He had enough! He had enough!!
He's killing traitors! Why can't he continue?!
The sickle in his hand drew a full moon in the sky and slashed towards Horus, who was obviously panicking. Horus took the blow in a desperate manner. The wolf god shouted and shouted desperately behind Mortarion.
[Please let me explain - No, I just -]
A blazing golden circle was reflected on Horus as he leaned against the bulkhead, his pupils trembling as he stared at the scenery behind Mortarion. The shadow of the Pale Lord obscured the light shining on Horus. There were three seconds left, and Mortarion raised his scythe again.
He would not listen to Horus' explanation, Mortarion sneered, that arrogant fellow - he would never sacrifice even a little bit of the "greater goal" for his poor, insignificant offspring.
Behind the small battlefield is a battlefield of thousands of huge ships, and behind them, the gods are fighting.
If they covet the Warmaster's fleets - then there will be a price to pay.
The countdown has begun. On Cadia, Trazyn tightened the last pipe. The heat filled the Blackstone Obelisk Tower, and the necromancy technology was running at maximum capacity.
In the highest heaven, the Lord of Mankind swung out a sword burning with golden flames, and with ten thousand years of faith, slashed at the false gods—They screamed and fled in all directions, trying to escape this area—
But behind them, golden flames held them back.
The Lord of Change was the first to take action. He was already familiar with this. He threw away the burned part, and the power immersed in it began to fade rapidly.
The Lord of Corruption hurriedly threw down the boiling soup pot that was burned by the flames. He hurriedly took back the seeds he had sown in the Eye of Terror, but chose to leave after being burned by the flames.
The Lord of Brass roared on the throne, but the pool of blood swirling under his feet was rapidly retreating.
The sleeping Slaanesh is not here.
In front of the slowly rising eternal sun, all ghosts were dispersed, and all the ugly and filthy ones were burned - pain, he brought them pain and weakness.
He brings to mankind a brief, precious, and uninterrupted time.
The Lord of Mankind stopped, his eyes gleaming with golden light, the sword in his hand blazing with flames, he looked at his believers, his humans, every human soul was floating in the warp, like golden jellyfish—
This shouldn't be their end.
He lowered his eyes, and the sunlight shone equally on everyone.
Sorry, Lupe Carr.
Horus stumbled, his previous laughter had long since turned into a shrill cry, he begged, but only the false god responded to him.
In front of him, the golden light on Mortarion's body became brighter and brighter, but the Pale Lord's movements did not slow down at all. Mortarion was almost burning in the golden flames. The huge pain was tearing Mortarion apart, but Mortarion would never surrender!
The Pale Lord's scythe struck Horus' body with each blow becoming heavier and heavier, tearing off his flesh and going straight to his head.
He would kill him! Mortarion would kill Horus no matter who came to his way - he was selfish and vindictive, but at the same time, no traitor who had fallen to Chaos should be allowed to live!
No—no no no! Father! What had he done wrong? Was Mortarion truly loyal? No, how could that be possible?! Horus screamed that he could not breathe! The mere thought of the sins he had committed—no! no! no no!
Conrad screamed, and he suddenly pulled the chain around his neck. He knelt on the ground, his head tilted back into the darkness, and a broken and blurry figure was reflected between his all-white pupils - no, no, no! The place where he fell was not hell!
Other beings in the subspace have locked onto him!
No—he will never—fall—save—save—
[Mortarion!!! Save...]Save[... Sai]Save... me...
[Die!!!][Don't—listen to me—]
+False Emperor, I despise your violence—+
On the burning and sinking ship, the mortal soldier glowed with light, blood flowed from his forehead, and he shouted—
"For the Emperor!!!"
"Stop nagging, Trazyn, and go."
Pluto said this on the Black Stone Throne.
In front of him, Trazyn, who was trying to persuade him again, stopped talking. The Necromancer looked at Hades calmly. Layers of pipes extended from Hades' body and into the black stone obelisk, like the giant hand of Pluto reaching out to the mortal world.
Tracin pulled down the shutter in front of him with an expressionless face.
throat!
A very thin black light burst out like a thunderbolt—
!!!!!!!
The underworld has arrived!!!
Above the blazing Cadia, a black tide surged out violently, spreading out in a spherical shape as smoothly as a two-dimensional object, quickly engulfing half of the fiercely burning Cadia, and greedily expanding beyond the void.
Inside the Eye of Terror, countless black stone obelisks began to hum at the same time, and dark lightning gathered at the spires, as if welcoming their true master.
On the Ultramarines battleship that was rapidly rushing towards Cadia, Guilliman stood up in shock and raised his hands. At this moment his hands were shining with brilliant golden light. Robert Guilliman was shining at this moment.
Beside him, the same was true for Angron. Not only the Primarchs, Space Marines, but also mortals were surrounded by a layer of golden light.
[What is going on?]
Guilliman asked softly. Angron beside him looked at him with a complicated expression.
Looks like we didn't catch up.
The two Primarchs looked up at the same time. Through the portholes, they saw dark holes bursting out on some planets in the distance.
Countless black threads seemed like two-dimensional products, penetrating the cabin walls and flashing around them like electric arcs.
Guilliman stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the black lines—but was held back by Angron. The Lord of Red Sand shook his head and looked towards the battlefield in the distance.
The two-dimensional darkness swept past smoothly, silently, with an irreversible determination. On the chaotic battlefield, the false gods who had abandoned their armor and helmets screamed, with golden flames burning, and also retreated, but stopped at a distance and did not take another step back.
This is the biggest difference between him and them.
All that has not escaped, that is not blessed, will pass away.
A dense, dark void soon flooded into the battlefield of the giants. People fell dizzy and collapsed to the ground. The giant ships began to glide by inertia and established procedures. For a moment, the explosions of countless friendly ships colliding were lit up.
But people could only watch.
On the Vengeful Spirit, Mortarion let out a deathly howl. He felt the approaching black tide - no - Trazyn had failed! Hades was dead! No! No! No! No! ! !
No!
He failed!
Mortarion strode forward. At this moment, he was like a real evil spirit. Golden flames were steaming on his body and the frost was melting. He slashed his scythe at Horus who could not accept the reality!
On the side, Conrad, who was screaming and struggling in despair, finally lost his strength. He was pulled by the chain on his neck and dragged into the abyss.
The final scream from his lips brushed against Mortarion's ear—
[Save…]
+Stop.+
In Mortarion's eyes, a fire that belonged only to him ignited, and he swung his scythe down, with a cold and dead silence flickering on the edge.
Across from him, the golden light that had been reflecting around Horus had dissipated, leaving only darkness—he had come—and everything would finally end.
The scythe swept across, and Horus' head flew around with its mouth wide open in fear, and black blood formed dots and lines in the air - at the same time, the darkness finally swallowed him up.
alright.
Mortarion's eyes were filled with darkness. He stumbled and tried to turn around, but it was still darkness, darkness, endless darkness.
Failed.
He failed.
Great despair consumed Mortarion.
No... No no no no... A desperate smile appeared at the corner of the Pale Lord's mouth.
Blind, he stared at the dark wheel of Cardia.
A world without psychic beings... is coming... There are no more wizards he hates...
All the filthy garbage... Die with him...
A death rattle made its way up Mortarion's throat, but he didn't yet—
Bang!!!
The Primarch's massive body hit the ground with a loud bang.
Everything was quiet, everything was dark—no, it should be said that the souls were quiet,
Only the flames were left burning quietly.
The physical world is still running steadily. In front of the collapsed armor and the broken glass on the ground, the warships are still sailing.
The exhaust fan is still working loudly.
Farther away, Cadia was burning, still spinning slowly at its set speed.
All the mess in the Supreme Heaven was swallowed up and ceased to exist. The king, half-kneeling on the ground, shed golden tears. The flames burned fiercely and the black tide stopped in front of him.
“Hiss…ha…ha…”
On the black stone throne, Hades, with dark thunder all around him, was gasping for breath. He drooped his upper body, barely supporting himself on the black stone chair. He felt his own existence become huge - vast - he "saw" those creatures, but Hades saw that they did not disappear.
Is it Neos? When did he become so powerful
Hades was puzzled. In severe pain, he shared the chaotic corpses on the ground, expanding disorderly and chasing the fleeing cowards.
He eroded the golden light around the human souls, but did not touch their inner parts. The golden light slowly dissipated, and soon, darkness seeped in -
"alright!"
Trazyn shouted, jerking back the gate.
"hiss!!!"
Hades, who was forcibly supported by the black domain, suddenly collapsed. He breathed heavily like a drowning man. His only remaining pupils were dilated and stared blankly at the sky. His little remaining consciousness was disappearing.
But... he didn't seem to kill those innocent people
Hades' consciousness faded, and in his blurred vision, Trazyn came up to him, shook him, and shouted at him not to sleep.
No, he is too sleepy.
Then Hades fell asleep.
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Small follow-up:
Mortarion woke up to a loud noise.
He opened his eyes and saw the uneasy Guilliman and Angron. The Pale Lord said nothing. He straightened up and turned his head to see Vorx with half of his face cut off and the silent Karas.
The magic circle beneath Mortarion told him that he was temporarily summoned again.
[Prepare the boat, I'm going to Cardia. ]
Mortarion was tired, exhausted, he forgot how he had gotten rid of Guilliman and Angron, he only remembered that he stumbled off the Death Guard's airship and stood on the only intact piece of land on Cadia.
At this time, just one hour had passed since Nirvana.
In front of him, the dilapidated black stone tower was running slowly, maintaining order after the tide receded.
The creatures of the Warp could hardly move here. Mortarion held on, gritting his teeth, and staggered towards the door of the Blackstone Obelisk step by step. He wanted to ask that damn alien: why? Why?!
Bang!
Mortarion fell to the ground, a huge sense of repulsion squeezing him, and he crawled to the door of the Blackstone Obelisk.
He saw that Trazyn was operating the machine to carry a familiar figure.
[you…]
The alien turned his head and a light flashed in his eyes.
"See you later."
damn it…
Mortarion fainted.
He was banished back into the Warp once again.
(End of this chapter)