Better Go Back to the Garden of Nurgle for Something Lighter

The Steadfast.

The flagship of Death Guard.

Since leaving Philus, the ship has been drifting in the Warp.

Mortarion did indeed leave with his fleet in a fit of pique, but it seems he didn't get very far before encountering an even bigger problem.

Soon, they were trapped in the increasingly turbulent Warp Storm.

The once bright Astronomican vanished completely into this world churning with endless colorful mist, leaving them only to wait for a brief period of observable time when the storm subsided.

During this period when they were trapped in the Warp, Mortarion rarely paid attention to the Legion's movements.

Overwhelmed with grief, he locked himself in his room, attempting to recreate the delicacies he had once tasted from Aqua.

Mortarion attempted to replicate Aqua —Primarch Mortarion was very confident in his results: he believed he could perfectly follow Aqua's steps, timing, and dosage to complete the cooking process without the slightest error!

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion that shouldn't have come from the oven, his imitation of cooking was perfectly completed—not only were all the previous stages exactly the same as Aqua's records, but even the volume of the final explosion was exactly the same!

Excitedly, I opened the oven, which was billowing thick black smoke, and pulled out a baking tray riddled with holes.

On that plate, there seemed to be several shimmering, colorful cookies scattered like stars.

Wow!

Mortarion was somewhat excited.

Although it seems to be somewhat different from Aqua's masterpiece

But—it's already very far away from people.

With a trembling heart, Mortarion carefully removed his respirator, twisted the cookie off the tray, and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.

Mortarion: "."

"No."

After silently chewing for half a minute, he finally sighed and said.

Although it is far removed from humankind, if he had never tasted this flavor, he would have jumped for joy.

But Mortarion is now someone who has tasted Aqua's delicacies.

There's no going back, not even for the taste buds.

It doesn't have the right feel.

It is a kind of wonderful change created by unintentional additions or whimsical ideas that allows her works to instantly produce a variety of unimaginable complex flavors and aesthetics.

But what Mortarion has created so far is still too "dead".

It's too rigid and inflexible, and the taste is extremely stiff, completely lacking the lively flavor variations that Aqua makes!

It may sound like there's not much difference, but to his taste buds, that slight difference is enough to instantly elevate the entire meal, achieving a strange dynamic balance!

What Mortarion made was completely inferior to what the other made!

But she died.

Although it was hard to admit, it was clear that the dead could not be brought back to life, and Mortarion would never taste that wonderful flavor again.

"My lord, I have something to report to you."

"Perhaps seeing that Mortarion had finally finished his intensive cooking," Typhon said, standing at his door.

After entering the Warp, Mortarion devoted himself to figuring out how to successfully replicate Aqua's deliciousness.

As for the internal affairs of the Legion, Mortarion entrusted them to the Legion's commander, who was also his most trusted deputy, Company Commander Typhon.

"Speak, what is it?"

"It's all the navigators," Typhon continued. "According to the information I've just received, all the navigators in our fleet have been strangely contaminated."

"It's not because the Warp Storm is too violent, but because their souls are corrupted and they are unable to complete the observation."

"Not only could we not observe the subtle changes in the Warp, but this contamination could also spread to other members, so I executed them."

Company Commander Typhon acted first and reported later.

"What?!"

"Are you insane, Typhon?!" Mortarion lunged forward, grabbing Typhon's chest armor plate in a rage. "All the navigators are dead! How are we supposed to get out of here?!"

Without a navigator, who can lead the fleet out of Warp?

Now that all the navigators are dead, are they destined to drift in this bizarre space for the rest of their lives?

"That's right."

Typhon showed no remorse whatsoever; instead, he smiled as he looked at the furious Mortarion.

"Summon the high-ranking officers of the Death Guard and have them come to the main bridge to see me."

Upon seeing this turn of events, Mortarion sensed something was wrong, but he remained calm and directed the entire fleet through the communication Sound Array to prevent them from panicking.

"Death Guard! Take this idiot away! Lock him in a cell and I'll interrogate him personally after the meeting."

He couldn't understand it.

Typhon, who was originally a normal person who could manage all the affairs of the Legion in an orderly manner, why did he suddenly go crazy today and want to kill all the navigators?

Despite his foolish act that could have wiped out the entire legion, Mortarion, who was very fond of him, still did not kill him on the spot.

After all, he is Typhon.

However, now that they have lost their navigator, their situation is dangerous—in this isolated Warp, no one can help them.

Their only hope is that the Astropath can relay their situation and coordinates, allowing them to await rescue from other fleets.

"No! No, Mortarion, there's no need for that."

Typhon retorted.

"You will soon be embraced by the great and loving Father."

"What?! What's wrong with you, Typhon?"

Mortarion warily raised the giant scythe he called "Annihilation" in his hand.

Since today, Typhon has been acting strangely, as if possessed by something.

"What corrupted you? Those Warp Entity? Or that benevolent father you speak of?"

Mortarion frowned.

I am clearly the Gene-father of Death Guard; he should call me Father!

"Pollute.?"

"Mortarion, don't you know what you've done to your legions?"

Typhon said righteously.

And seemingly to verify the correctness of his statement, a large portion of the Death Guard who gathered with the signal sided with Typhon.

There were far more Death Guard than the Primarch Mortarion stood behind him.

Moreover, it seems they are genuinely glaring angrily at the Primarch.

If the story follows the original plot, after successfully luring Mortarion into the Warp, Typhon, who had already secretly converted to Nurgle, could then spread Nurgle's evil magic within the Legion—releasing plague gas and Nurgle sores that even the most resilient Death Guard could not tolerate.

Within this Warp realm completely controlled by Nurgle, the enemy has ample time to make Mortarion watch his offspring suffer a fate worse than death, while he is powerless to help them.

Unless he chooses to Nurgle and accepts the blessing from the plague god,

But now, Typhon doesn't need to unleash any Nurgle plague.

Because the Death Guard is already worse than death.

"What... what do you mean by this?"

"Mortarion! Your atrocities in the Legion will end today!"

As a Death Guard, Mortarion would feed them Aqua Duna's food equally, under the pretext of training their resilience!

In Nurgle, all you need to do is eat Shi!

But if you're here, under Mortarion's command, you'll have to eat things that are worse than history with him!

Oh my god!

Under such unbearable torment, many Death Guard brothers obtained Nurgle's blessing from Typhon through secret warrior societies.

Only this kind of Warp magic can alleviate their suffering.

Let's go back to Nurgle and eat something light.

Because Nurgle's blessing had such a great effect on people's Aqua to food, this belief in the evil god had long since infiltrated the entire Legion.

As discontent with Primarch Mortarion spread, it gradually reached almost all Death Guard.

They thought that after the meeting, Aqua would leave with the Primarch fleet of the Iron Hands, and they would finally no longer have to try things that were far beyond human taste—but Primarch Mortarion seemed completely unaware that what the other party had made was wrong. Not only did he not stay away, but he even took the initiative to invite them to join the Death Guard!

This terrified everyone who was holding their ground.

The torment they endured in such a short time was already unbearable for many of the Death Guard's Battle Brother. What if Aqua were to follow the Death Guard forever?

!

The consequences are simply unimaginable!

Rather than suffer in this Death Guard, I'd rather go back to Nurgle and have something light!

They had all breathed a sigh of relief when they learned of Aqua's death in battle.

Thank goodness I died.

Otherwise, if their legion really came, they would be the ones to die.

But Mortarion not only did not give up his idea of making sure the entire legion ate Aqua's meal because of Aqua's death, he became even more paranoid and insane!

Through continuous experiments and attempts, he gradually moved further and further away from humanity and closer and closer to Aqua!

Even with a lower concentration, Mortarion's remixed recipe can still make you wish you were dead!

"Brother, we, we cannot allow your madness to continue!"

As the Death Guard, it seems we have no choice but to defeat you, really.

Typhon shouted righteously and sternly.

At this point, he does seem to be in the more reasonable position.

"Now, either accept the blessings of our great and loving Father like we do, or..."

"No, Mortarion, you have no other option."

The beings from the Empyrean were watching all of this with delight.

Although the trope of a loving father and filial son is somewhat clichéd, it's something He never tires of watching.

Now that the entire fleet has been dragged into His domain, corrupting Mortarion will not be difficult.

"You bunch of traitors!"

Enraged, Mortarion was astonished that so many of his sons had chosen to betray him. With a swift motion, he swung his Typhon at Typhon, the leader of the group.

He simply couldn't accept that his own legion would choose to betray him.

It's not just betrayal, it's a betrayal that firmly stands on Typhon's side!

Is his prestige within the legion really less than that of his Company Commander, Typhon?

His doubts exploded in his mind, but still no one could answer them.

As Mortarion swung his giant scythe, Typhon's body instantly exploded, as if a filthy boil had been punctured. After the explosion sprayed thick green pus in all directions of the warship, their bodies completely shattered and liquefied.

Where he was before the explosion, only a swarm of mosquitoes and flies remained, outlining his silhouette.

Typhon transformed into a swarm of putrid flies, which, under the Primarch's bewildered gaze, reassembled into Typhon's appearance.

But Mortarion could sense that he was very different from Typhon of the past.

The Primarch's wrath continues.

With each swing of his giant scythe, he could completely sever the bodies of dozens of traitorous Death Guard.

But seemingly to make him feel utter despair, under Nurgle's blessing, those whose bodies were severed did not die. Instead, every inch of flesh and blood in their bodies—no, it should be rotting flesh—would turn into countless pieces that stuck to every corner.

It continued to grow and thrive on the walls and floors of the Resilience's cabins.

Until the entire ship had transformed into a terrifying, living monster.

It was not only devouring him, but also devouring every Death Guard here who remained loyal to Mortarion.

As the plague and sores gnawed at him, those who remained on Mortarion's side, lacking the filter of perception and still able to feel pain, cried out in agony and despair, causing Mortarion even greater heartache.

"What kind of monsters have you all turned into?"

Mortarion did not give up.

Or rather, he doesn't yet.

Am I destined to become such a hideous form? No, that's too terrifying.

But if it could save those suffering offspring...

But he had begun to waver.

This is the moment!

In the instant that Mortarion was lost and confused, a massive blessing from Nurgle was instantly bestowed upon him!

Originally, Nurgle planned to have enough time and power to corrupt Mortarion completely.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen this time.

Because the Dark Gods had to maintain the Warp Storm, continuously deploy troops in the War of the Webway, consider the candidate for the Four Gods' Blessed One who would eventually stand against the Emperor, and especially because enticing Horus and the Angel required the combined efforts of the Dark Gods.

Nurgle's power was extremely dispersed, so even though Mortarion was the Primarch He had always wanted, He now had to forcibly bestow the Blessing upon him, directly completing his ascension—

Hiss.

But things don't seem to be going in the direction Nurgle expected.

Even with His own intervention, everything about Mortarion remained unaffected by this almost irresistible power.

It is a body that has been tempered by even greater power and more potent toxins, a so-called blessing of Nurgle. Through this long-term and massive continuous intake, it has already developed an extremely terrifying antibody ability.

Mortarion's body had long been immune to all of the Nurgle poison through long-term training!

He's not even afraid of Aqua's food, so why would he be afraid of your Nurgle?

"This"

This is really awkward.

Nurgle doesn't have the time or the extra power to unleash another blessing of this scale.

The situation is urgent. Before the Accursed officially transform into the Dark King, they must be constantly vigilant and not misuse their blessing powers.

Mortarion seems to have truly defeated Nurgle through training?

"Great Father! Abandon him, I will lead the Death Guard as its true commander!" Typhon, now known as Perturabo, shouted to the sky. "I will prove my ability to you; in my hands, the Death Guard will prosper!"

"We will spread your blessings to every corner of the universe. There's no need to waste any more power on this pathetic fellow, my lord!"

Perturabo's proposal seems

Mortarion may be a nice collectible, but the entire Death Guard is what Nurgle desires most.

It would be best to get Mortarion, but if that's not possible...

Having a true legion commander like Perturabo is already quite good.

"You!"

What are you even talking about?

Mortarion struggled to his feet, staring at Perturabo with disbelief.

After receiving the blessing of Nurgle's initiation, he temporarily lost his fighting ability.

Perturabo looked at his Primarch with a solemn expression.

The reason they can kill Mortarion so easily now is because of the blessing of the Father.

If the great and merciful Father were to divert his attention, without his blessing, they would simply be annihilated by the enraged Mortarion.

Now, Mortarion is someone you can neither persuade nor defeat.

There's no point in keeping it.

What a good-for-nothing!

Frustrated and disappointed, Typhon chose a third option besides killing and persuading others to surrender.

"Get out!"

Snap!

As the true Death Guard spoke, the hatch behind him opened like a living sphincter, and the Mortarion was swept out of the ship in the next instant.

— He was kicked out of the Warp.

As the champion warrior of the Death Guard, Mortarion's combat power is arguably the strongest among the many Space Marine, but even his personal strength cannot defy the power of the world's laws.

The XIV Legion of the Great Crusade, the Death Guard, under the leadership of Legion Perturabo, has mutinied and withdrawn from the Great Crusade today.

As for Primarch Mortarion, he was lost in the Warp.

—It's not that they betrayed us, it's that nobody wanted them.

The Cygnus System.

"Angel?! Sanguinius!"

Kasgar kept calling out the Primarch's name on the planet.

Not long ago, the Primarch was on the planet's surface, vanishing from the world the instant he killed the Bloodthirsters Kabanhah.

Although the Blood Angels desperately wanted to abandon everything and search the world for their mother, another demon, the Magnus the Red [Khorgoth the Twisted], was teleporting onto their flagship Red Tear, and wreaking havoc. They had to return to defend the flagship.

Thus, only a small number of people were assigned to search for clues about the Angel on the planet's surface, while the majority of the Blood Angel returned to defend the flagship and fought a final battle against that damned demon.

This includes the Sons of the Emperor fleet that rushed to the rescue.

Fulgrim had just led the Emperor's Children's elite troops on a shuttle to the Red Tear to kill the Magnus the Red Demon.

A being of the Greater Daemon level is indeed only capable of being killed by elite Space Marine and Primarch like Raldoron.

Meanwhile, Kasgar led another Emperor's Children squad to the planet's surface in search of the Angel.

"Follow my flames."

As Kasgar spoke, tiny Golden Flame ignited in his eyes and on his right hand.

With demons flying everywhere, the Nikaea ban is now as useless as toilet paper.

Sanguinius couldn't have simply vanished into thin air; she must have been in the midst of battle, especially when she was dragged into a strange space the moment she killed Kabanhah.

"There it is!"

Not far from where the Angel disappeared, the flame in Kasgar's hand sensed that unusual fluctuation.

Bear!

Flames swept across, burning away everything that covered and concealed its power, causing the gray-black void to swirl and contract. In the center of the field of vision, a star seemed to twinkle, and as its starlight bloomed, a Warp Gate unfolded.

Kasgar could sense that this Portal was connected to the Primarch Sanguinius, whom she was currently searching for.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a strong aura of the Four Gods.

"You all wait outside first. If Fulgrim arrives, tell her not to rush in. I can handle it."

It exudes an extremely dense Chaos aura. Unless one is protected by flames like Kasgar, or an extremely determined person like Angel, one's mind will be twisted and destroyed the moment one enters.

Inside the Portal, darkness reigned.

Only one thing exists.

That is—

Kasgar could hardly believe his eyes.

A butt?

To be precise, it was the lower half of the body that was stuck in Warp Rift.

It was covered by a complete and heavy Auramite armor skirt, while the Auramite boots below were still struggling and kicking haphazardly in the other half of the Warp rift.

She seems to be stuck?

And this skirt armor inlaid with Ruby and Auramite armor, along with those familiar Auramite combat boots...

"Sanguinius?"

"Kasgar? Is that you? I'm in a strange situation right now, can you help me?"

Sanguinius spoke in a tone that was different from his usual gentle, hesitant manner.

Brother—in the law, I am Stark!

"Wait, I'm coming to help—"

Kasgar quickened his pace and stepped forward, but just then, a strange phenomenon occurred in the Portal behind him.

The Portal was expanding. Countless shadows appeared within the light, and unclean shapes entered it along the ethereal light, where they would soon gain bodies that could walk in the real world.

That was a figure that Kasgar was extremely familiar with.

Kabanhah.

Of course, it's that one again.

The previous enticements and feigned defeat were merely traps to lure Sanguinius into the Four Gods Space; it was not actually killed on the spot.

He looked at Sanguinius, who was stuck halfway in the wall, with a greedy look that should never have been given to Khorne Daemons.

"Hehe. Angel, it seems your condition is indeed quite bad?"

"Would you like me to help you out?"

He roared with laughter.

Kasgar: "."

—Kabanhah, are you really Khorne Bloodthirsters?