Second Brother, I'm Here to Kill You Today (Two-in-One)

"Boom!"

A ship laden with Chaos Energy Crystal and Exterminatus descended from the sky, leaving a helpless husband speechless.

With the Giant Mushroom Cloud rising from the Plague Mansion, the Plague War came to an end.

However, this extravagant feast directly disrupted the existing situation, bringing about countless wondrous changes.

The former Emperor was beaten to a pulp by the Four Merchants, and the current Nurgle is the same. The most important thing for making a name for oneself in the Sea of Souls can be summed up in three words: betraying teammates.

The Yellow Skins fired the first shot, and the three gods will inevitably lend a hand. This has nothing to do with good or evil, right or wrong; it's all in their nature. That's how the Chaos faction works: the enemy in front of you is never as threatening as a knife pointed at your backside.

Compared to enemies, teammates are the most dangerous, because you never know if someone will betray you first when you're ready to sell them out.

The Nago Garden of Nurgle Burning Fiercely, and the Fungal Lands are being relentlessly splattered with Atlas's excrement—one eroding and destroying, the other Greedy Dissolution.

Golden flames and Emerald Chaos Energy clung to it; these two things, like a plague, only burned brighter the more you ignored them, and were extremely difficult to clean up.

The only difference is that being burned to death is quick and painless, while being touched by Fel Energy will turn you green. But don't think Fel Energy is anything good; this green, filthy energy can really turn you into a fool, and even Mordred doesn't know what the consequences will be.

Backyard on fire, surrounded by allied forces, Isha kidnapped, and hit in the face by a nuclear bomb.

These three blows completely broke the Nurgle's defenses, and after that, he went completely insane.

Tzeentch once wielded the Crystal Staff, was undoubtedly the elder brother. Then Nurgle collaborated with the Khorne for the first time, directly beating Tzeentch, the birdman, to his knees and forcing him to break the artifact staff.

Meanwhile, Nurgle took advantage of Slaanesh's weakened state at birth to steal Isha, the Khorne destroyed Khaine's corpse, and Tzeentch released Cegorach.

Even as the Dark King grew increasingly powerful, the Four Gods began to show a reverse Fealty.

That's how Chaos is; if anyone dares to show even the slightest cowardice, other equally supreme beings will not hesitate to tear off a piece of their flesh.

Now that Nurgle has become that piece of meat, it's truly a case of revenge for every grudge, not to mention Slaanesh, who's been trying to freeload.

The mutations that arose during the evolution of life were plundered by Tzeentch; mustard gas, the Black Death, and other Greater Daemon created by war were taken by Khorne; even Slaanesh, the strongest lesser god, stole fragments that corresponded to him, such as syphilis and AIDS.

Nurgle had truly lost everything this time; his wife had been abducted, and his Greater Daemon was gone. But Nurgle did not admit defeat. He still had a plan, a plan that could turn the tide and restore him to the light.

He had been preparing this plan for a full 10,000 years, and now it was time to make it happen.

Nurgle saw everything: the Chaos army running rampant in his own domain, the Burning Fiercely flames of destruction, and even Guilliman, who was almost out of his own territory.

Mordred's disguise was flawless, and his higher-dimensional properties always protected him, so even Chaos God could not interfere with him. But the Nurgle did not stop them; instead, he pushed them into the Physical World and into his little friend.

They even cleaned up the traces after they left, revoking the blessing that had been placed on the Death Guard.

In fact, Nurgle knew everything. He knew about Mortarion's underhanded dealings, the money he had left at the gate of his Garden of Nurgle, and even that Mortarion harbored resentment towards him.

The only thing I don't know is why Guilliman came instead of Mordred?

If it had been Mordred who came, he wouldn't have suffered such a great loss, nor would he have lost Isha, such an important bargaining chip. After all, that child, like Mortarion, was someone He had watched grow up.

This is the first good child with a face full of "happiness" who "voluntarily" drank the thick soup.

Those Greater Daemon were fragments he had separated; the echoes of death still lingered in his ears, but the Nurgle rejected them, rejected these children who should have been cared for by him, and allowed them to truly become tainted by death.

Nurgle's goal has never changed; he seeks eternity, not reincarnation. He is content with the cycle of life and corruption, and he does not want the imposed death.

If one embraces death, then one will lose oneself, and Mortarion is that vessel.

Khorne embraces killing, yet refuses the consequences; Tzeentch craves change, but is ultimately burdened by it; Slaanesh's extreme thirst for desire ensures He will never be satisfied.

The Nurgle loved Mortarion, so he decided to give him his most precious gift, a gift that could not be refused.

So, my friend, what will you choose?

Throughout history, the Damocles region has witnessed more than 50 large-scale battles. The rights and wrongs are difficult to determine, but historians have noted that this Ancient Battlefield determined the rise and fall of countless worlds.

They can advance deep into the heart of the Ultramar 500 Worlds; they can retreat and defend themselves by relying on natural defenses.

This very Ancient Battlefield has now become Mortarion's prison.

"Father, let's stop fighting, don't you understand?"

"I don't understand! I haven't lost yet, I won't allow you to die!"

With a single blow, Mortarian sent Guilliman charging forward flying. The battered and tattered Mortarion was like a madman; at this point in the battle, he cared about nothing but killing the monster before him.

But Guilliman wouldn't die. Even if the fleet focused fire on him, it would only deplete his health bar. As long as he had a chance to catch his breath, he could just grab some unlucky guys and eat them, and he'd be a hero again.

Numbers are the reason for being king, and at this moment, Guilliman lacks nothing.

"Mortarion, you know the logic. Your days of running rampant are over. Unless you kill me, you're not going anywhere."

"Caw! 990,000 horsepower of Fel Energy, unleashing Chaos Barrage Wave!"

The Fel Energy, compressed to its limit, spewed from his mouth, and as Guilliman twisted, the beam sliced through the entire continental shelf like a hot knife through butter.

Over the past two years, the two have fought their way to where they are now, devouring countless lives and destroying seven planets; they can now be described as a mobile catastrophe.

One is a mechanic-driven monster, the other is a stat-driven monster. Mortarion replaced his own death with a river of blood, the more he kills, the more lives he gains; while Guilliman has overpowered stats, the more he consumes, the stronger he becomes.

The two sides traded blows, with the Ultramarines focusing their firepower on Mortarion and even bringing out the Cyclone Torpedo, but the undead monster just wouldn't die.

What were the Death Guard doing when the Ultramarines were using Orbital Bombardment? The answer is they did nothing, or rather, they started fighting each other.

Unlike other rogue Space Marine, the Death Guard still maintains its full organizational structure, which means that a larger number of Legion veterans participated in the Great Crusade.

Unlike those who joined later, these people knew why they had become this way, and they knew how much the Primarch had paid for them.

If it weren't for them, my father would never have given in; he even considered ending it all, but it was all just a pipe dream.

The Emperor was not a Good Father, but Mortarion was not. He always loved his offspring deeply, was never arrogant, and even placed such great trust in Typhus.

The more they learned about the past, the more painful it became. As Guilliman's Chaos Energy Corruption, the filter that Nurgle had placed on the Death Guard began to loosen.

To the Death Guard, their armor was spotless, their bodies strong and pure; it was the Emperor who had betrayed them.

But as the Warp filter gradually shattered, they finally saw the truth hidden beneath it. Their vision was returning, the fog was dissipating, and they had become this inhuman, ghostly figure.

Looking at his body, which was no longer human, Typhus knew they could never go back.

"Vorx, do you think there's any hope for us?"

The Death Guard's Second Company Captain Vorx, remained silent. He was among the original Barbarus and the first Barbarus descendants of the Death Guard.

He witnessed firsthand how the Death Guard rose to glory, and he also witnessed firsthand how the Death Guard gradually fell into depravity, but he did not have the clear mind of Gaulo; all he had was blind loyalty.

"We're beyond saving, but Father can still be saved. Our Gene-Seed are pure; he can return to the Empire."

"Yes, Father can still be saved. I know what kind of person Warmaster is. He would never abandon his brothers, but someone has to pay the price for all of this."

Blood cannot be shed in vain, so we must repay it with our own blood. And now, it is time for us to save our father.

This time, we are not fighting for the empire, nor for the Emperor, but for our father!

As time went on, more and more Death Guard regained consciousness and saw their own desecrated bodies, afflicted with disease and covered in tentacle sores.

Some Death Guard chose to commit suicide, while Deathwatch went berserk, attacking everything in their path indiscriminately.

Vorx is right. There's no going back. Everything they have no longer belongs to them, and they might even be used to coerce Mortarion.

There's no need to dwell on the past. The Death Guard, who have retained their sane will, now have only one goal: to find absolute death in order to save their father.

The Nurgle acquiesced, and when the first Death Guard died in Massacre, everything was freed. Instead of returning to Nurgle, they headed towards Mortarion.

This drove Mortarion even more insane; everything he had done was for the Death Guard, and now his own offspring were gone.

So when Mordred returned to the Physical World, this was the strange sight he saw.

The Expeditionary Force were fighting the Death Guard, the Death Guard were fighting the Death Guard, and the Ultramarines were also coordinating from within and without. The Death Guard collapsed completely at an extremely rapid pace.

Only Mortarion was there, impotently furious, firmly chained to Damocles by Guilliman.

"No, I've only been gone a short while, what happened? Zhuang Sen, where are you?"

"I don't know!"

A slightly noisy sound came from the other side. Zhuang Sen was leading the Dark Angels in a breakout attempt. Even though the Death Guard in front of them were dead, their corpses would rise again, used by the Daemon as a springboard to come to reality.

It wasn't just Zhuang Sen's side; the other three Primarchs were in the same situation. The entire battlefield was no longer a battle against traitors, but against Daemon.

More and more Daemon ventured into the Physical World, and with each slaughter by the Expeditionary Force, their existence was completely erased. They no longer returned to the Garden of Nurgle, but instead became nourishment for Mortarion.

This thankless and futile behavior was completely unreasonable. Mordred didn't understand why Nurgle would do this, but he soon realized that this was just like the scene where he was forced to eat cream puffs back then.

Guilliman's body was indeed ineffective, to the point that Mordred overlooked the effects of the Warp.

If we shift our perspective to Warp, we'll find that the entire Damocles Gulf is beginning to boil, where all the deaths from the Plague War are converging.

Human, Xenos, and even Daemon soul fragments, mixed with death, were swept up in a giant vortex, flowing into reality through the dissipation of the Death Guard and converging within Mortarion's body.

The Primarch is a legitimate lesser god, while the Space Marine are the corresponding Daemon.

Nurgle didn't give up; he went all in! He used the Death Guard as a sacrifice to leverage the death of the entire star system as nourishment, and then imposed the share of death authority he didn't want on Mortarion.

"Damn, the heroes of this world are truly as numerous as carp crossing the river. This fatso has actually managed to bring them to life. Perhaps that was his initial thought, and Mortarion was his backup plan."

That fat bastard is awful! I should have just stolen your pot.

Mordred now faces two paths: one is to let things slide, allowing Mortarion to embrace death and become a true grim reaper.

The other option is to go and stop them.

The first path sounds good: embracing the essence of Mortarion is not about ascending to demonic possession, but a proper awakening, a legitimate process of passing the civil service exam, and with Nurgle's billions in subsidies, one can start at the level of a department head.

The problem is that Mortarion can't withstand the pressure and will only become a second version of himself. Once Mortarion dies, he's truly dead and can't be resurrected like he can.

His memories and his personality will vanish, just like Sisyphus. The Sisyphus of yesteryear is actually dead, and the Sisyphus of today is not the same person as the one of yesteryear.

This is why Mordred wanted to steal Isha back; curing the Yellow Skins would be an unexpected bonus, but failing wouldn't be a loss.

His most important goal was to uncover the secret of why these Aeldari, created by Old Ones, did not go out of control.

Damocles is now the Serenity of the past, and their role is that of the 3,000 Vengeful Spirit and Horus; the entire planet has been transformed into an altar.

Giving up the fight won't work either; those Daemon must be killed, but their deaths would only hasten the progress of the ritual.

After all, Mortarion has already been thoroughly tamed. As soon as they stop attacking, Nurgle will definitely take back the spoils immediately, turning a one-sided approach into a double bind.

Just as the burning of Nurgle's Garden put the fat man in a dilemma, Mordred now faces a similar choice.

Mordred didn't have much time left; he had to make a decision quickly. "Rambo, do you remember when I picked you up?"

"I remember, boss, back then the Dog-men were fighting each other, and I was a war orphan, barely scraping by. I got caught stealing Thomas's eggs, and that's how I ended up following you."

"Yeah, back then you were carrying a sack of eggs. You wanted to run away, but you didn't want to give up the sack of eggs. If you hadn't been so greedy, maybe you would have gotten away."

But isn't that precisely why we, master and disciple, were able to meet? Don't you think this is fate?

Rambo shook his head, thinking to himself, "What kind of fate is this? You were the one who secretly put those eggs there back then, and you did it several times. That's how you tricked the Dog-men who fought alongside you into coming here."

"Why are you being so indecisive, darling? It's not even your period yet! Just tell me what to do, I'll always support you."

"Alright! Since things have come to this, send a message to Zhuang Sen, instructing all his men to unleash their full firepower and kill as many as possible."

The entire Atlas assembled and laid out a Fel Energy array around Damocles, the same one used to trap and kill Rangdan Battle Moon.

"Get me a ship now, no, get out that limited edition Old Terra Tsar hydrogen bomb I've been keeping all over the place. It's been ages since I rode a nuclear bomb, time to have some fun."

Five minutes and 55 seconds later, a meteor streaked across the sky and struck Mortarion and Guilliman, who were still locked in a fierce fight, instantly turning the two unfortunate creatures into charred remains.

"Who?" Mortarion, who had fully transformed into a non-human being, was the first to recover and roared at the figure that had emerged from the nuclear explosion.

The newcomer was wearing a vest and cloak, with a head of arrogant Little Blondie standing on end. He was also dragging a giant lump of charcoal in his hand. The moment he appeared, his incredibly powerful Psychic Power distorted space and caused strange phenomena in the heavens and earth.

"Guilliman? No, you're not Guilliman."

"Correct answer, but no reward. Khorne Tzeentch, Slaanesh, unfilial father, Hell God of War, I command you to come forth!"

Upon hearing this, the dimensional barrier, which was already on the verge of collapse, instantly crumbled, and four colors of light—red, blue, purple, and gold—shot down, pouring heavily into the lump of charcoal in Mordred's hand.

Mordred's body instantly transformed into a lump of black, soft mud, rapidly merging with Guilliman's body. This was Mordred's second form— Guilimordred.

Left is Psychic Power, right Fel Energy; Khorne in his chest, Slaanesh in his belly; Tzeentch sits atop his head, and Emperor stands behind him.

"Hehehe, I have everything I need now, my dear brother, your Second Brother will come to kill you today."

Evil!!!"