I am the toughest. If my other brothers had been poisoned, they would already be dead
Northwest of the Ultima Segmentum, Morlo.
Mortarion strode across the open rocky ground, wearing a suit of armor newly designed behind the Carium Gate.
This armor is thicker and heavier than any armor before it, covering every part of the body without leaving a trace.
The gray armor exuded wisps of cold air, frostling the Cataphractii Terminator, which was dressed in Deathshroud.
Wherever he walked, the woodland began to turn pale at a visible rate.
The lush, verdant branches drooped down, and withered twigs covered the surrounding area.
Beneath the helmet, Mortarion's face was as pale as paper.
The biting wind whipped against the respirator, making his every breath heavy, as if he were back on the summit of Barbarus.
What exactly is Hasik's Black Blade?
A flash of Red Light broke Mortarion's thoughts. He strode forward, rushing towards the top of the cliff along the scattered rocks and debris.
[The lair of the Magorath?]
Mortarion lengthened his stride, approaching the Leviathan's Dreadnought beacon.
A colossal Great Beast came into view, ten meters tall, its fur covered in black and brown spots.
Blood spurted from the wound on its side, but it did not react at all, its long, muscular ape arm pressing down on the Leviathan Dreadnought.
Leviathan Dreadnought, though crushed, was forced to his knees, his left leg bent and deformed.
He spun his blade with all his might to deflect the Thunder blows of the Magorath's arm.
Boom!
A powerful punch shattered the roof of Leviathan's Dreadnought, and black claws ripped through its steel shell.
The mangled body exploded into a pool of blood mist. The Magorath roared and stomped its giant foot on another Death Guard corpse, crushing him into a pulp.
Mortarion crouched down to lower his center of gravity and then launched a charge.
The Magorath roared as it charged forward, its ape-like arms swinging high to smash down on the tiny steel figure that was barely waist-high to it.
Mortarion stepped to the side, and the Silence spun and slashed out, carving a bloody gash in its thigh.
The bloody wound gushed out spurts of foul-smelling, eerie green pus, which spilled onto the ground with a splatter, Corrosion the wound and creating countless holes.
The Magorath leaned forward, its arms encircling Mortarion.
The scorching heat hit me in the face, and the stench of saliva and rotting flesh filled the respirator.
Mortarion's stomach churned, and the violent spasm made his stiff body pause for a moment.
Dark claws gripped the edge of the armor, large hands closing in and clamping down on it.
The Deathshroud immediately raised their Bolter, unleashing a barrage of bullets that swept through the canyon and pounded on the shoulders of the Magorath.
The Great Beast retreated repeatedly, Mortarion suddenly exerted force, breaking free of its claws.
The Silence rose and cleaved into the jaws of the crouching Magorath.
A fountain of viscous blood gushed out, and its eyes gradually lost their life force.
The Magorath convulsed and spasmed, its putrid blood mixed with slime splattering as it fell.
Mortarion took a deep breath, his limbs, gripped by the claws, throbbed with pain.
The Affliction stimulated his body, which in turn stimulated his already frozen body.
His body was tense, showing no sign of abnormality, and he spoke resolutely.
"Take it away and hand it over to Fabius Bile."
Seven days later, deep within the Tenacious.
Mortarion averted his gaze from the heavy glass jars and the towering leather scrolls, his body wrapped in antibacterial bandages and soaked in regenerative ointment, resembling a mummy from ancient Old Terra mythology.
The Primarch's metabolism healed the damage caused by the Magorath within seven hours, but the damage caused by the Black Blade never fully healed.
Mortarion stepped out the door and looked at the Apothecary in front of him.
"I gave orders that no one is allowed to disturb me while I am exploring my Mystery. Have you forgotten?"
Cori Bulku knelt down with a thud. "Father, I beg you to let Fabius Bile leave the Medical Deck."
"He is now conducting blasphemous research without any restraint, and has begun to affect every piece of the deck; the Gene Vault has already started to be impacted."
"Gene Vault must be kept under sterile and positive pressure conditions; even the slightest disturbance could lead to contamination of all Gene-seed reserves."
"He has my authorization." Mortarion's voice was as dry as a desert breeze.
How much more time do you want to give him?
Please think it over.
Mortarion's bright, amber-colored eyes gazed intently at Bulku.
"Apothecary, I have taken your request seriously."
The gate closed, and when it reopened, Mortarion was already wearing heavy armor.
The gravity elevator plummeted and came to a stop on the Apothecary Deck.
The door slid open, and a chilly breeze entered the respirator.
Mortarion strode into the gloomy metal deck, the air thick with the pungent smell of chemicals.
The toxic liquid hissed in the distillation flask between the suspended cryogenic tubing and the surgical instrument rack.
Mortarion arrived at the center of the laboratory and gazed at the fierce battle that was unfolding.
A young Magorath is fiercely battling two enormous creatures, one of which grows new limbs, organs, and countless indescribable body parts with each breath.
Another swollen body, pieced together from a dozen or so clearly different body types, is undergoing a frenzied evolution of its anatomical structure, producing countless mutated proliferative tissues.
Mortarion's amber eyes narrowed, and he clearly recognized the Legion's insignia on the two ugly, deformed bodies.
One comes from the Imperial Fists, the other from the Iron Warriors.
Mortarion's stomach churned; the nightmarish, swollen creation awakened deep-seated memories of his youth.
The Xenos Overlord dwelling in the Dark Mountains possess endless creativity in anatomy and mutation.
But Bile surpassed all that they could possibly create.
Fabius Bile.
Bile, holding a scepter topped with spikes, slowly turned around.
"Lord Mortarion."
"I brought you out of the shattered 'Emperor's Children'."
"I have given you enough time and all the resources you need."
Mortarion's voice was like the heavy sickle in a farmer's hand, "Where is the result I wanted?"
"Of course it's done."
Bile drew a large-caliber pistol from his waist, Bulku reached for his waist; he had already pulled the trigger.
The bullet Shriek it flew out and struck the Magorath.
Boom!
A cloud of green smoke billowed out, and Mortarion's pale nostrils twitched as he keenly detected hundreds of different scents within the mist.
Poison gas.
Click click----
Magorath cub the size of Astartes exploded, spraying puffs of blood mist from its body.
Its muscles bulged high, its spine protruded, and its body shot up at a visible speed.
"I conducted an experiment on a tissue sample taken from your body, injecting one milligram of toxin into the test subject. A healthy prisoner of war would die within a day."
"It was a kind of apoptosis at the essential level of life; every organ, even every cell, had died, as if an extremely long period of time had passed."
"If you are not a Primarch, you are already dead."
Mortarion shook his head. "I'm the most resilient. My other brothers, if they were poisoned, are already dead."