Our father erased the memories of four Primarchs and their Legions
Bang! Bang!
The two mutated beasts, adorned with the insignia of the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors Legion, suddenly burst into flames, their flesh dripping like molten wax, creating plumes of blood mist.
The crimson figure had barely taken shape when the serrated sword swung towards another figure.
The skull cloak slowly took shape, and he turned his sword, pointing it at the Nurgle Daemon Prince.
Ignatius Grulgor's swollen eyes stared at the Blood God Devil, who was arching his back and poised to pounce.
"Skulltaker."
Mortarion's body crackled and popped, his spine arching and stretching his Locke armor to its limit.
The manually repaired ceramic shattered with a crack, and he groaned as he stared at Lorgar Aurelian's bald head.
"A choice?"
I only saw an intruder.
Lorgar walked between the Khorne Champion and the Nurgle Daemon Prince, a dark shadow falling over his branded face.
"The Warmaster has already told you why he came to Morlo, hasn't he?"
The Skulltaker roared, raising his sword high.
"I am the messenger of the Blood God," Lorgar said calmly.
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He calmed Khorne's champion down, his eyes fixed on Mortarion.
Mortarion walked to the porthole and gazed at the Morlo below, which looked like a mottled piece of gray-green marble.
"The Warmaster told me that his perfect memory has several missing segments, specifically regarding the world of Morlo beneath his feet; his memory of it is now completely blank."
"He told me that Fulgrim remembered every battle he had fought, every swing of his sword, every bullet fired, but he had no memory of Morlo."
Lorgar smiled and nodded. "That was the dark secret the Gods revealed to him."
"Our father erased the memories of the four Primarch and the Lower Legion."
Mortarion nodded grimly, though he hadn't asked Lion El- El'Jonson and Jaghatai to verify it, they clearly had as well.
"They stayed there for 111 Terra standard days, but had no memory of it whatsoever."
"After submitting to the entire world, our father left behind hundreds of legions, including three squadrons of Titan Legions."
"What truth did the Gods reveal?" Lorgar pressed.
"Our father Oldest One set foot on Morlo thousands of years ago; he came in a spaceship but never returned."
Lorgar's eyes flashed with golden light. "That's the problem. He needs a spaceship to reach Morlo, but he doesn't need one for the return trip."
He found almost divine power here.
"His deployment of heavy troops to guard this place indicates that his forces remain here."
"To mortals, our father is almost a god; even if he did nothing, we still cannot face such a powerful being."
Bang!
Lorgar gazed at Barbarus's shattered Locke armor, and Mortarion's body swelled to four sizes.
"Warrior who slays a god must first possess the power of a god."
"Lorgar, you're still the same, always babbling on about your beliefs."
"They were our fathers in the past, and now they are the Gods of the Warp. It's utterly disgusting."
Lorgar raised his arms high, "In order to accomplish a great cause, we must accept new blessings and power."
You should embrace change.
Look at your son.
Lorgar's hands slid down, as if displaying trophies to the Nurgle Daemon Prince.
Mortarion glanced at Bile, who had walked to the side, and said, "I don't need it. I have already obtained the power that belongs to me."
"Father, that was a gift from Grandfather."
As Grulgor spoke, Mortarion suddenly felt an itch on the back of his left hand.
His eyelids drooped, and three-lobed blisters appeared on his thick, muscular hands.
Snap----
Amidst a series of explosions, tiny flies, no bigger than grains of rice, flew up from the shattered remains of the Magorath.
A buzzing murmur arose, and a swarm of flies obscured the Lumen Lamp strip.
"Impossible----"
"Bile," Grulgor chuckled.
"You think you can control all the Mystery of life?"
You're wrong.
"Growth and decay are the domain of the Grandfather, who governs the cycle of life."
As the Nurgle Daemon Prince spoke, slime climbed up Cori Bulku's boots.
Crack!
His boots split open, Bulku staggered backward as slime seeped into his pale feet as if it were alive.
He looked down at his feet, but his vision suddenly blurred.
"Cori ----" Mortarion uttered the dry words.
Bulku's eyes faded to a bloody yellow, his pale face cracked open, and putrid, slimy fluid gurgled out.
Mortarion lifted his left foot and took a step forward.
He raised his hand and extended it toward Bulku.
Three bluish-gray blisters appeared, and excruciating pain Corrosion Mortarion's arm, burning his nerves.
He felt a battle surging through his bloodstream, a struggle against his physiological instincts.
Mortarion stared at the trilobed bubble. If the corrupt claws of the Chaos God could penetrate the Primarch's crucible of victory, and if surreal diseases could ravage his body, how could his offspring possibly overcome the infection?
The Skulltaker's cloak billowed, and flames suddenly erupted from the deck, engulfing his blood-red body.
"Resilient Warrior, another path lies before you."
"Discard corruption and filth, wield your battle scythe, and plunge into eternal slaughter."
Flames suddenly erupted, forming pillars of fire.
Bile quickly retreated, clutching the cryogenic storage box. The bacterial strain spread and multiplied rapidly, and the lava spread and engulfed everything, making his foothold smaller and smaller.
"You refuse to accept fate, but it has already haunted every step you've taken." Lorgar approached Mortarion.
"You know that."
The towering cliffs pierced Mortarion's eyes, which were filled with a green mist.
Thump thump thump----
Mortarion took seven steps, and the gate in front of him burst open.
The swollen buffalo swung its crab-shaped pincers, smashing them down on the Rhino, which was waving its hundreds of tentacles.
Mortarion gazed at the stitched creatures battling each other, understanding dawning on him.
The Overlord of Barbarus once stitched humans and creatures together, and his adoptive father Necare, was particularly skilled at it.
After liberating Barbarus, he retained this tradition, only replacing human corpses with Xenos.
Thousands of sutured organisms sprout like seeds, then blossom, eventually yielding books.
Mortarion sat deep within the ship, eagerly perusing the books of witchcraft.
"Father, this is the path you came from." Grulgor's swollen body slowly emerged.
"It was all ordained by our Grandfather."
We've come this far together.
"His blessing has reshaped me, and it has reshaped us."
Boom!
"Growth and decay are both paths of the weak." The Skulltaker raised his greatsword and roared in fury.
"A warrior forges through thorns and brambles, unburdened by the past."
"Slaughter the living, and forge a crown of skulls."
"Destroy a kingdom, forge a body forged in blood."
Golden light shone into Mortarion's eyes, "Following the path we came from, or a new path of slaughter?"
"Mortarion, make your choice."
Mortarion raised the Silence, "The new Imperium I will forge will not be a ruin."
His words had barely left his mouth when a warm laugh entered my mind.
"Mortarion, you have chosen the Error path—" The Skulltaker raised his greatsword and charged at Mortarion.
Crimson Light suddenly erupted, and flames flew everywhere.
A pillar of fire shot straight at Bile.
Bang!
Bile was sent flying like a cannonball, and the cryogenic storage tank spun and rose.
"I am the messenger of the Blood God." Lorgar raised the Scepter of Illumination, and a burst of golden light suddenly rose up.
He looked up at the top of Khorne Champion's head, at the Ruinstorm tearing through the Veil.
"I obeyed Your will."
"I inspired Mortarion."
He has made his decision.
Boom!
The equipment arranged against the wall exploded with a deafening roar, Crimson Light engulfed the entire Apothecary Deck.
Crimson Light engulfed the cryogenic storage tank, which disappeared into the storm.