Cutting open the thick outer skin, it was revealed that there was a Space Marines who had completed the transformation. His skin was pale and sore, and his fat was thick and greasy. He was of good quality by any standard. Then other Plague Marines put on him the rusty armor that had been washed seven times in the Nurgle filthy river, and hugged him to celebrate that he had become a member of Death Guard.
Now that the environment has improved, there are fewer forces to harass them for farming, which makes Death Guard plant surprisingly many soldiers in the fields. If Mortarion is given a few hundred years, it is really not a fantasy to plant seven million soldiers.
Mortarion is staying in a secret room in his flagship Endurance. This is his private space, with only plants and trees of different shapes clinging to the walls and ceiling. It is very quiet here, without Nurgling's endless giggles, nor the annoying buzzing of flies.
Mortarion restrained his huge pale fleshy wings and sat in front of the table playing with the sand table. He was using the knowledge he had learned to make architectural plans to make the Feng Shui of the building complex better.
Life should have a sense of ritual. This is the truth that Mortarion has learned after spending more than 10,000 years at Warp.
Gurgling, a crucible placed in the corner produced liquid inexplicably and then boiled. Mortarion stood up and walked over, and found a flower bone slowly emerging.
When I opened the flower bone flower, I saw that it was a sword hilt with the face of a golden devil. Next to it was a small note handwritten by Nurgle.
"This thing is quite interesting, I'll give it to you as a gift!"
Mortarion frowned. Grandfather's behavior of giving him a gift reminded him of the time when the Emperor took him to pick out weapons.
"I don't need these things." Mortarion let out a dull breath and took out the sword hilt from the flower bone with disgust. The moment he held the sword hilt, he heard Drach'nyen's bewitching voice.
"Hold me! Free me! We will be the end of Imperium! Let countless humans tremble in our shadow!"
Demon Sword was very excited. He could feel the powerful essence of Mortarion as Primarchs. This was a great power that Abaddon could not reach in eight lifetimes.
But Mortarion still doesn't have a good look on Drach'nyen's invitation. He doesn't like Daemon Weapon who has too strong self-awareness.
And...Mortarion glanced at the decoration on the sword hilt. He didn't like the decoration very much. The golden light was quite eye-catching. So Mortarion placed the sword hilt on the anvil, holding the blacksmith's tools in his hand and trying to repair the appearance of the sword hilt.
Drach'nyen was in a hurry. He originally had the ability to transform at will, but he was immediately fixed in shape after Lin Fan shouted. This made him unable to change his form no matter what he did.
Mortarion knocked hard for a multiple of seven seconds, and found that the shape of the hilt had not changed. He became even less interested. He would not use something that did not suit his aesthetics and was not auspicious in design.
Alas...
Mortarion sighed. Seeing that it was a gift from Grandfather, he did not throw away the sword hilt. He just wrapped the hilt with vines and hung it on the wall and ignored it.
He sat back at the table again and began to play with his sand table.
And Drach'nyen on the wall looked at Mortarion's back with resentment.
Why am I so unlucky? I just escaped from the hands of a loser, only to fall into the hands of another loser again?
He never knew that the fate of being sent here was all expected by Tzeentch and the Deceiver. The release of Drach'nyen means that the end of Imperium is coming, which will not help the two of them in their next plan.
At least for now, they don't want to force Imperium of Man into the doomsday ending. And Mortarion, who is smug and has accomplished nothing, naturally becomes the next holder of the magic sword.
And just when Nurgle gave the sword hilt to Mortarion, he finally discovered that there was something wrong with the taste of the soup he had carefully prepared.
He twitched his nose and felt that the fragrance was too obvious. So he put his hands on his buttocks, put his two hands together on the crucible and rubbed them vigorously.
The dead skin mixed with many unspeakable substances sank into the soup, suppressing the fresh fragrance that had just risen.
Nurgle nodded with satisfaction, then found a large spoon, stirred it a few times, and scooped out a spoonful to taste.
"Huh? What are you?" Nurgle couldn't help but ask as he looked at Lin Fan tumbling in the spoon, and Lin Fan also heard a grunting, disgusting voice calling him. At this time, he had just crawled out of the body of a white maggot that could swallow the Hope-class Warships battleship in one gulp.
Who calls me?
Lin Fan looked left and right, and the only things that filled his field of vision were the yellow-green clouds evaporating from the filthy ocean and the sky full of mosquitoes and flies.
Seeing Lin Fan looking around, the kind-hearted Nurgle called him again.
Now Lin Fan finally found the source of the sound. He raised his head and looked up at the sky, only to see seven hazy and incomplete light spots hanging in the decaying sky. At first, he thought these were the unlucky suns that had been sucked into Warp.
"Is it Nurgle?"
"Yes, my dear child. Are you lost? You can't stay in the pot any longer." Nurgle stretched out a finger towards Lin Fan, trying to make him jump out of the soup in the spoon.
And this finger is too big from Lin Fan's perspective. The core of Golden Ark is not as big as one ten millionth of this finger. The ripples caused by gently dipping the fingertips on the surface of the soup created a huge tsunami more than a hundred meters high. Lin Fan relied on the light spear to barely dodge to the top of the tsunami, and then climbed onto Nurgle's finger.
Is this a finger? Looking at it, there is only a complex ecological structure composed of hills, mountains, swamps, and jungles. You would believe it if you said this place was a planet Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was surprised by the size of Nurgle. He had never seen such a big scene when he met other gods before.
Slaanesh took the initiative to compress his body in order to be closer to Lin Fan. If we really measure the whole picture of Slaanesh, we have to take into account Palace of Pleasure, which is built next to Golden Throne, and many entertainment venues.
The same is true for Khorne. This guy got angry when he hit Lin Fan, but he still showed great martial ethics and transformed himself into an armored human form that Lin Fan could understand. If Khorne had given up his martial ethics, he might not have been able to turn into an endless pool of blood to spar with Lin Fan.
As for Tzeentch, Lin Fan have never seen Tzeentch at all, and even Tzeentch Daemon is very rare. The only one they often meet is Rokasna.
What about God-Emperor? Imperium of Man itself is God-Emperor.