Foster Father, I've Come to Kill You!
All the humiliation and pain were thrown away.
The disastrous defeat in the past siege of Terra, the humiliation of being hit hard by Khan, the struggle in the abyss, all the haze were left behind.
In his world, there is only one obsession left, an ultimate desire that is imprinted deep in his soul and spans thousands of years.
That is, to kill his Xenos adoptive father with his own hands, cut off the unforgettable humiliating past with his own hands, and complete the revenge he has dreamed of all his life.
This obsession has long been integrated into his flesh and blood, engraved into his soul, and has become the destiny that Mortarion cannot let go of throughout his life.
Going back ten thousand years ago, the distant planet Barbarus was a desperate place shrouded in poisonous gas and miasma.
Mortarion was destined to fall into endless suffering from the moment he landed on this desolate planet.
The icy wasteland is filled with deadly poisonous miasma, a rotten atmosphere envelopes the earth, all things wither, and all creatures are extinct.
And the cruel Lord Xenos is the master of this desperate land, and the shackles that imprison Mortarion for his whole life.
Since he was a child, he was kidnapped by the brutal Xenos and became a prisoner in a cage, enduring inhuman torture day and night.
Xenos, who believes in corruption, is obsessed with the mystery of toxins and the decay of life. As Primarch, Mortarion possesses the world's top toxin resistance and the origin of life. Naturally, it has become the experimental subject of his lifelong research.
Day after day, year after year.
Endless poisonous miasma, strange toxins, and deadly potions are continuously poured into Mortarion's body.
The cold cage, cruel torture, and endless experiments have become the only marks of his childhood.
His body endured the erosion of the poison day after day, his flesh and blood was devastated by the poisonous miasma, and his soul sank into endless darkness and despair.
In the long years, pain was his only companion, and despair was his eternal fate.
He was like a prisoner in a cage, unable to see light or hope, only endless torture and despair entangled his life.
The long suffering created his cold and aloof character, and planted a seed called revenge deep in his soul.
As time went by and after untold hardships, Mortarion broke free from the shackles of the cage. On the desolate Barbarus, countless suffering survivors gathered together to form a strong resistance army.
He led the warriors who were tortured by the poisonous miasma and fought bloody battles across the entire desolate land. After thousands of fights, they traveled across the decaying wasteland, overcoming obstacles and obstacles, and broke through the layers of defense of Lord Xenos.
After endless bloody battles and the test of life and death, he finally set foot in the castle of Lord Xenos. He was only one step away from personally killing the demon who had tortured him all his life.
The sharp blade has been clenched tightly, the anger has been burned out, the sharp blade of revenge is about to cut through the enemy's neck, and the humiliation and pain of thousands of years will be completely annihilated at this moment.
Just one step away, just a moment away.
However, Destiny's mockery finally came as expected.
The sacred light suddenly tore through the sky, and the figure of Emperor descended from the sky, with great power and power, towering over all things.
Without giving him the slightest chance to breathe, without leaving him any room for revenge, Emperor held the sacred Emperor's Blade and came through the air. The sharp sword light cut through the sky and with a decisive strike, the Xenos lord was cut into ashes.
In an instant, Mortarion's lifelong obsession, the expectation that spanned thousands of years, and the lifelong revenge were all in vain.
The revenge that was so close at hand was ruthlessly deprived of me, and the unforgettable resentment was all accumulated in my heart.
Even though in the future, he would willingly kneel down on one knee, bow his head, swear allegiance to Emperor, the supreme human being, and accept the glory and canonization of Imperium, deep in his soul, the eternal scar was already deeply engraved.
Endless resentment, dissatisfaction with Emperor, and estrangement with Imperium were buried in his heart, which have taken root and sprouted ever since.
He secretly swore in his heart that one day, he would make the supreme Emperor pay a heavy price.
Just because the supreme ruler ruthlessly deprived him of his only pursuit in life, took away his supreme right of revenge, and crushed the last hope deep in his soul.
This obsession became the first and most profound gap between Mortarion and Imperium.
As time goes by, Imperium stands at the top of Milky Way. Under the prosperous territory, endless decay and darkness are hidden.
Powerful oppression, cruel laws, heavy taxes, endless plunder, the bottom living beings are squeezed, and countless people are in deep misery.
Imperium claims to be the guardian of order, but he has become an oppressive tyrant, with indifferent rule and cold order, filling the world with endless sadness.
All of this deeply hurts Mortarion's heart.
He has experienced suffering and knows the taste of suffering. What he yearns for has never been such a cold, depressing and oppressive world.
What he longs for is to break free from the shackles of power, and to pursue his own salvation.
All kinds of estrangements and layers of contradictions accumulate over time and eventually break out completely.
When Horus held high the banner of rebellion and the fire of rebellion suddenly ignited across Milky Way, Mortarion resolutely chose to join the rebellion, joined Horus's camp, and embarked on the road to resist Imperium.
He led the iron-blooded Dreadnought Death Guard to the battlefield, fought bloody battles, and embarked on the road of rebellion without hesitation.
However, Destiny's ridicule never stopped.
The road to rebellion was long, the flames of war swept through Milky Way, and the road ahead was full of thorns, but the most deadly betrayal quietly came to him.
The most trusted first company commander under his command, the core leader of Death Guard, Typhus, quietly set off the prelude to betrayal.
Typhus, possessing a secret alien bloodline, is a rare hybrid creature between human and Xenos.
He grew up in Barbarus, which is filled with miasma. He has been infiltrated by poisonous miasma all year round, and there is a strange dark power hidden deep in his soul.
Over the long years, he quietly awakened the powerful power of Psionic Energy, and there was endless darkness and ambition hidden deep in his soul.
During the critical period of the rebellion, Typhus secretly colluded with Erebus, the heretical leader of the Chaos sect. The two secretly conspired and concluded a dark contract to quietly introduce the dark power of the Chaos abyss into Death Guard.
He secretly released the deadly plague originating from the Nurgle abyss, and the strange toxin spread quietly, eroding the entire Death Guard silently.
In the past, the Death Guard, which was famous in the galaxy for its iron-blooded will, fearless spirit, and tenacity, that elite army that adhered to its oath and was iron-blooded and fearless, was completely eroded by the decaying plague invisibly.
The cold poison swept through the entire army, and the endless power of decay penetrated the flesh and blood. Thousands of soldiers were tortured by the poisonous miasma, their bodies fester, their souls sank, and they endured endless pain and suffering day and night.
Mortarion watched helplessly as the heirs he devoted all his efforts to cultivate were reduced to corrupt puppets one by one, struggling in endless pain.
He fought hard and devoted all his strength to resist the erosion of the abyss, trying to prevent this catastrophe, but everything was a foregone conclusion.
Faced with the endless pain of his children and the desperate situation of annihilation of the entire army, Mortarion fell into the most desperate choice in his life.
If you insist on resisting Nurgle, thousands of Death Guard soldiers will eventually perish and turn into decaying dust;
If you bend your knees and surrender, you can exchange for a glimmer of hope for your heirs, and exchange your own ruin for the survival of the entire army.
With all kinds of choices and all kinds of despair, Mortarion finally chose to compromise.