The Thorny Back of Khorne's Laughing Tale

The Steadfast.

"Typhon! You damned traitor!"

"What have you done to the Primarch? What have you done to us?"

After Mortarion was elbowed away on the spot for being both smelly and tough, the remaining Loyalist Space Marine still in the Legion were destined to be eliminated one by one by Nurgle Perturabo.

He had actually been preparing for this plan for a long time.

Given Mortarion's absolute trust in him, Typhon Company Commander Typhon who had already gradually developed Nurgle faith on his home planet Barbarus, had already united most of the Death Guard who were dissatisfied with Mortarion and the Emperor through warrior societies that had spread throughout the Legion.

His attack came swiftly and suddenly, especially since they were currently in Nurgle's Warp. Many Space Marine were implanted with the excruciating Nurgle poison before they could even react.

To recruit these Space Marine, even under the influence of the Warp, these toxins would not kill them, but would torment their minds and bodies forever until the pain of despair covered every corner of their bodies.

Out of pleas to end their suffering, countless Death Guard Space Marine were unwittingly blessed by Nurgle, their cognition and mind warped under his power, and they were transformed into Chaos Space Marine without even knowing what Chaos was.

Of course, there are also stubborn guys among the Death Guard.

"As expected! I should have killed you long ago, you damned Wizard, you filthy bastard!"

"You, cough cough, you are not worthy of being Death Guard."

As he spoke, yellowish-green pus spurted from the wounds on the infected Loyalist.

This only made him more terrified.

He was just an ordinary Death Guard, not a powerful bodyguard like the Death Guard.

In the previous silent charge, the latter silently charged towards the sorcerer in order to protect the Primarch, or rather, to avenge the Primarch.

Some of them, with their superior strength and combat skills, managed to cut the traitor in two.

But it seemed as if something was secretly helping him. Even though his physical body was shattered and disappeared, he was able to reconstruct his body while laughing wildly, and stand in front of them again as if nothing had happened!

Even with the power of the Death Guard, it still couldn't harm him in the slightest.

Ultimately, under the increasingly intense and unbearable toxins, the Primarch Guard could only silently explode, their flesh and blood, already corroded from the inside, nourishing the ship that was gradually becoming a living entity.

Or perhaps the outer armor, along with his body, will gradually decay and deteriorate in silence until he finally loses his mobility and collapses to the ground.

Even so, the Death Guard remained silent, refusing to utter a single word.

Even the Death Guard, who refused to surrender, felt despair at the sacrifice of these tenacious individuals.

Are these traitors really impossible to kill?

Although he tried to cut off these filthy things with the blade of his sword, they seemed to be able to completely attach themselves to a person's soul, and no amount of disinfection could help.

Even his Ceramite Armor was covered in countless tiny blisters under the influence of this strange virus, making it look particularly terrifying.

"Brother, I have never betrayed you." A strange, low humming vibration came from beneath Perturabo's armor. "I merely removed the weak and unfit from the Legion and pleaded with a greater and more merciful being for His blessing."

"Do not resist. This power will give you endless life and strength. In the future, we will all be as close as family."

Under the unbearable erosion of the virus and pustules, and tormented by endless time,

Even the most resolute and unwavering Death Guard could not endure such near-infinite torment.

With Perturabo gaining control of the entire flagship, most of the Death Guard on board, whether willingly or unwillingly, chose to join the embrace of their benevolent father.

As for those who insisted on a tragic death, Perturabo did not tolerate them.

Too lazy to engage in further communication with those blindly loyal fools, and out of consideration for our past as Battle Brother, I casually turned the still-persistent Loyalist Death Guard into a puddle of pus with a wave of my hand, ending the battle, but in another sense, continuing their eternal torment.

With their souls falling into the hands of the God of Chaos, their future was already hopeless.

How many more have slipped through the net?

Perturabo turned to the others and asked.

The flagship has now almost transformed into a Nurgle behemoth, and since it had previously executed all the navigators, it had been dragged into the Nurgle space. No matter how many means the other ships had, they would not be able to escape.

Now, all that's left is for him to spread the Father's blessings one by one.

"Under the power of the Father, most of the Battle Brother on the Steadfast chose to submit to Him and accept His blessings, but—"

"But what?"

"But just now there was another ship that seemed to be out of our control, heading away from us!"

Do you want to run away?

Interesting, trying to escape the space of Nurgle, the god of corruption, without a navigator.

That's really interesting.

"What kind of ship is it, and who is the officer in charge of it?"

"The Eisenstein, commanded by the combat company commander, Seventh Company Captain Nathaniel Garr."

Zzzzz!

The Power Sword, flashing with blue light, Disintegration Field, annihilating the putrid, foul-smelling creature. Garr didn't want to call that guy his Battle Brother, even though not long ago, he really was a seemingly normal Death Guard warrior.

But the situation changed shortly after the entire navigation crew of the Eisenstein was summoned to the flagship for questioning.

The Death Guard and his warriors suddenly attacked the ship's main control room, spouting nonsensical phrases like "Father" and "Nurgle," and tried to break in and take control of the ship.

Garr naturally stepped forward to stop their madness.

But in the next instant, those people's bodies suddenly swelled up like balloons, and then strange phenomena continued to occur—their abdominal armor shattered like the gaping Great Maw of living creatures, spewing out foul and toxic gases and liquids that corroded the old ship and the screaming, fleeing mortal crew.

"What on earth is going on?!"

"Lord Mortarion! Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Garr."

Fortunately, at the very moment this unbelievable thing happened, Garr was able to make contact with Primarch Mortarion.

Although the other party's response was somewhat weak and uneasy, it ultimately reassured the combat company commander.

"Typhon betrayed us; his witchcraft rituals killed all our navigators and corrupted our ships and warriors."

"What should we do, sir? How can we help you?"

Faced with those bizarre, plague-ridden fat pigs, Garr panicked and slashed at the group of creatures in front of him with his Power Sword.

But the results were not good.

Although these guys' rotting flesh looked like foul-smelling rotten meat, their healing speed and vitality were simply unimaginable to Garr.

The injury that nearly severed his entire body in half was miraculously healed in just a few breaths.

A monster that rots but doesn't die.

Garr sighed inwardly.

"There's no way." After a moment of silence, or perhaps after fighting like him for a while, Mortarion's sigh came through Garr's communication system. "Nathaniel, figure out a way to break through yourself."

"I'll handle this—"

With a loud whooshing sound, the communication system was interrupted.

Damn it!

In his rage, Nathaniel Garr gripped his Power Sword tightly.

"Quickly! Diviner, go locate the Primarch! I'll handle this!"

Despite saying this, Garr still felt uneasy looking at the grinning plague monsters.

How is he supposed to kill these guys who can almost regenerate at any time?

"Give up, Company Commander."

"The Death Guard is about to return to the embrace of its father. Join us and let the entire galaxy be revitalized because of us!"

The traitors' persuasion to surrender and their footsteps drew closer to him.

"Get out! Traitors! I will never forgive you!"

"Traitor?"

"When Mortarion forced every member of our legion to eat that wretched food made by Aqua, I felt he had betrayed us!"

"Only with my loving father's blessing was I finally able to forget the taste that brought despair to all living beings!"

Garr: "."

He fell silent for a moment.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife.

"That's right."

"Although... although the Primarch's actions were indeed inappropriate, for the sake of the great Emperor, for the sake of Master of Mankind, I will never associate with such filthy and despicable beings as you!"

"For the Emperor!!!"

—While the Mortarion may be mediocre, there is still the Emperor for him to follow!

Fortunately, Mortarion had already been pulled out of the hatch beforehand, otherwise he would have fainted from anger upon hearing those words.

"Hahaha, the lackeys of the False Emperor are really interesting."

Seeing that Garr was still spouting nonsense about Emperor, the fat brothers who were holding out to the death all burst out laughing.

This is the realm of Nurgle.

Within this Warp, no matter how stubborn these foolish resistances may be, they will ultimately be left with only despair before His supreme power.

Not only Space Marine, but also mortal crew members, officers, and Servitor, even the Death Guard flagship gradually came to life under the influence of the Warp —the might of Nurgle blessed the steel ship that was originally just an inorganic object.

Looking out of the Eisenstein's porthole, the massive the Steadfast was indeed covered with strange, green spots on its hull, and its movements made it seem almost alive—truly sending chills down one's spine.

As for now, how can he escape?

Without a navigator, where can the Eisenstein escape the mysteries of Warp?

There is no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to earth.

Is this the end of Garr's fate?

[Garr, I have something I want to tell you]

[What is it, a prophecy? Seriously, brother, you've spread your prophecies across the legions far enough, Kasgar. The frequency is so high it's hard to believe they're all true.]

Perhaps, but you must listen carefully to what I'm about to say— Typhon. You need to be very wary of this man.

"Him? This guy is indeed a bit eccentric, but since you're saying this, is there some clue? Or perhaps—"

I don't have concrete evidence, but the prophecy seems to link him to betrayal. You must pay close attention to his actions, especially when he tries to control all the navigators on the ship—it's very possible that he will use this step to trap you all in the Warp.

[Attention, be careful! If something like this happens, prepare to go to a ship called the "Eisenstein," which might be able to take you away.]

[. good]

"What, combat company commander? Do you really think you have some tricks up your sleeve to escape from the power of the Father?"

The two mouths of the traitorous Death Guard were mocking his blind loyalty and ungratefulness.

"I"

After a moment of silence, Nathaniel Garr suddenly looked up!

Now that things have come to this, we can only believe that crazy woman's nonsense!

"Kira, what are you waiting for?!"

Show me your strength!

As Garr roared in a near-desperate manner, a blonde woman stood up behind him.

"Clear!"

He was a somewhat eccentric chronicler who claimed to have witnessed Prospero's miracles and insisted that "the Emperor was Centaur."

Euphrates Kira.

She radiated a strong Golden Light.

Within another realm of the Four Gods.

That is the location of Kabanhah and Kasgar, and half of Sanguinius.

Perhaps as a tribute to the classics, this Angel, like countless others in the past, is steadfast and does not succumb to the temptations of the Four Gods.

—But she got stuck in the hole in the wall again.

Well.

Is this the fate that Sanguinius can never escape?

Even though he possessed almost the strongest power within the Primarch, he always seemed to get stuck in this Warp wall hole.

When faced with temptation and threats, Sanguinius resolutely fought back.

Despite the devil's temptations, the steadfast Sanguinius remained completely unmoved and even located the devil within this demonic realm.

She gathered her strength, folded her wings, accelerated her dive, and raised the crimson blade in her other hand to slash at her opponent.

The sword was so fast that the demon could only deflect it with his shoulder and, in turn, thrust his staff into Sanguinius' chest. It pierced his armor and penetrated her flesh.

Just before the pain and Psychic Flame completely overwhelmed her, Sanguinius plunged his spear into the abomination's central eye.

At that very moment, energy erupted around them as if space itself were collapsing.

When he became able to feel his own body, Sanguinius found himself in a new space where reality was being created and destroyed, and the future was being born and dying.

At that very moment, Sanguinius felt a deep, dark rage emanating from the future.

This is her darkness, and the darkness of every Blood Angels. Although it has not yet truly arrived, it has already made her feel a fear that runs deep in her bones.

It belongs to the future, yet it was sown in the past. It is not yet mature, but it is powerful enough, dangerous enough.

Sanguinius saw the future she had already foreseen once again.

The giant hammer smashed her flat again.

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This time, she witnessed her own death from a third party's perspective, and also saw the despairing consequences that accompanied this blow.

When she saw herself die, she witnessed the birth of darkness.

It was a furious howl, summoned by betrayal, growing ever more intense with the fanaticism of her offspring; forged from a flaw in her blood that had been temporarily removed by Kasgar, but which remained a persistent threat.

That was an ultimate, dark rage.

Its birth scream will resound for thousands of years, until the last Blood Angels falls, her death moment will be frozen in eternity, so that each of her offspring will hear it.

It can never be erased. These are the last words of her soul.

It was her resentment, her rage, and her hatred for the betrayer.

It will live forever in the blood of the Legion, cursing everyone who cannot avenge her.

It has its own name.

Black Rage

No.

No!

This shouldn't happen! I can't let it happen!

Even though they had faced their own death countless times Dreadnought, when the Blood Angel placed the scales of gain and loss on the table, all their previous choices seemed so pale and powerless at that moment.

"This will be your choice!" the demon cried out. "Your future!"

"The choice remains! Surrender, then ascend! Fall into power, fall into glory!"

But at that very moment, golden-red flames quietly arrived.

Reality and unreality both collapsed in the flames.

The Psychic Power vortex dissipated within it.

The demon and the Angel separated amidst the tremors, and at that very moment, Sanguinius fell to the edge of the Portal, becoming stuck on the unstable Portal.

"Sanguinius?!"

She heard a familiar voice that shouldn't be there.

From her sister's husband, Commander Kasgar of the Sons of the Emperor.

Although she couldn't see the other person at all, her attempts to struggle through the unstable Portal were fruitless, and she could only flail her legs.

It was extremely awkward.

"Wait, I'm coming to help—"

Etc!

Help.?

Wait a minute, how are you going to help?!

After experiencing intense emotional turmoil and battling demons, and realizing the terrifying calamity that their death would bring to the Blood Angels, the Angel now felt extremely conflicted.

Not to mention having to face the situation of "Step-up, I am Stark" at this time.

Although the crisis has been averted, it has not been completely resolved.

But seemingly unusual situations continue to emerge.

Right now, the demon Kabanhah, who has been tracking her since Nuceria, doesn't seem to have let her go either.

Now, the situation is once again in a critical state.

"Hehe. Kid, you go to the side first, I don't have time to deal with you right now."

Kabanhah, who had always been obsessed with Sanguinius' legs, smiled and approached the two of them.

"Wait?" Kasgar blinked for a moment. "You... aren't you the Khorne Daemons?"

Why are you thinking about fighting (Khorne) instead of fighting (Slaanesh) at this moment?

Won't you get your skull Khorne from your KPIs for doing this?

"That's right. But this space exists on the boundary between reality and unreality, so even the great Dark Gods cannot foresee everything that is about to happen!"

Kabanhah laughed confidently.

"No one could have observed it to this day?"

Kasgar remained silent, then suddenly a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Etc!"

"Kabanhah, let's not attack yet! I have something to say!"

"Your stalling tactics are too clumsy, kid."

"No, no! I mean it can help you truly possess Sanguinius— "

"Think about it, if she really becomes one of the Four Gods in the future, her identity will be used to complete the duel as a candidate for the Dark King. The winner will ascend to godhood while the other will be sacrificed, and from then on, she will have nothing to do with you anymore."

"Or he could join the ranks of the Brass Lord, and as His most admired champion, he would only have endless slaughter waiting for him in the future, and he would have no further entanglement with you, a Bloodthirsters."

"Or you may die as prophesied, and from then on you will never be able to have her again!"

"In short, if you continue to be so stubborn, you will only drift further and further away from Sanguinius!"

Although you may be able to meet Khorne's KPI requirements, the Angel will have nothing to do with you from now on!

"Then what do you think I should do?"

Kabanhah spoke after a moment of silence.

Actually, Kasgar has a point. As the darlings of the Five Gods, the Angel would never look favorably upon Kabanhah.

Even if he likes the other person a lot, there's nothing he can do.

So what could he do?

"It's simple, I have a plan—our Angel like courageous and bold guys."

"Go and give that guy on the Bronze Throne another stab. Maybe you can actually pull off the most courageous and intelligent murder ever!"

What kind of skill is it to kill someone?

I even Khorne!

That's what you call audacious! That's what you call Khorne Bloodthirsters!

"After replacing him, you will become the new Blood God, and from then on you will have the Chosen Champion Angel, making her yours—Awooo!"

Just as Kasgar was speaking, he was kicked hard by Sanguinius, who was stuck in the Portal.

"You kid, are you kidding me?"

Kabanhah was speechless at Kasgar's suggestion.

After all, he Kabanhah, wasn't a fool.

Just because Skarbrand isn't very bright doesn't mean all Khorne Daemons are.

Kabanhah doesn't want to be thrown out like trash by the Blood God!

"No, no, no, Kabanhah, you and all the Bloodthirsters have misunderstood him." Somehow, Kasgar spoke as if he had witnessed the events firsthand. "He doesn't object to challenging him, but only to the foolishness of Skarbrand's challenge!"

"How could they launch a sneak attack when he was at full power? How could Khorne Daemons be so tactically inept? — That's the real reason for His anger!"

Kasgar spoke with absolute certainty.

Kabanhah's hesitation was deafening.

"Perfect timing! The Blood God will definitely be extremely weak during this period due to his plotting Horus Heresy, and his power will be concentrated in other areas."

"Be fully prepared and strike instantly!"

"Tsk, isn't this new position of Blood God yours, Lord Kabanhah?!"

"With the status of the Blood God, wouldn't Sanguinius be—"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Sanguinius: "."

She remained silent throughout.

"Good, good for you, you little rascal!"

Kabanha let out several hoarse laughs.

"I accept your words, but..."

"Let me enjoy myself first—"

But it was too late.

Click!

With a few crisp sounds, the Angel stabilized the Portal thanks to Kasgar's delay, and stood up again, flapping its wings.

Sanguinius forcibly broke and then restored her legs to temporarily leap out of the Portal.

"Ka-ban-ha!!"

She roared, filled with almost boundless rage.