Death Guard Primarch
In order to protect the soldiers who followed him all his life, and to prevent all his heirs from being annihilated, he endured the unwillingness and humiliation in his heart, put down all his pride, and lowered his arrogant head towards the Lord of Decay, Nurgle.
Since then, he abandoned Imperium, abandoned order, and became the corrupt Daemon Primarch under Nurgle. The former glorious Lord of Death finally sank into the decay of the abyss.
In those days of darkness, full of despair and pain, when all the darkness was swept away, when despair enveloped the whole body, only Ku'gath turned into a ray of light in the darkness.
Even though Ku'gath looks ugly, has a bloated body, is covered with festering pustules, and is surrounded by foul-smelling pus, it looks hideous and terrifying, like a filthy monster in the abyss.
But in that desperate moment, when Mortarion's soul was on the verge of collapse and fell into endless despair, Ku'gath was his only salvation, the unique wing of salvation in the darkness.
In order to help Mortarion fulfill his lifelong obsession, and to let him personally kill the adoptive father of Xenos who tortured him all his life.
Ku'gath did not hesitate to expend his own power from the abyss, expend endless decaying essence, and devote all his efforts to forge a pair of exclusive plague flesh wings for Mortarion.
It is made of filthy flesh and blood, and its wings are wrapped with decaying lines. It contains Nurgle's unique power of the abyss, giving him the power to soar between the abyss and the galaxy.
Since then, Mortarion has become the second fallen Primarch among thousands of Primarchs, second only to the monsters of the abyss, with the power to fly.
The broken wings of flesh spread out, and the rotten miasma wrapped around him. He flapped his wings and soared, shuttled through the dark places of the Nurgle abyss, crossed the abyss barriers, and finally arrived at the dark cage where Xenos's adoptive father was imprisoned.
The repressed anger has accumulated for thousands of years, and the ultimate resentment swept through the soul. Mortarion waved the plague sickle in his hand, and the cold blade cut through the darkness, carrying the blood feud for thousands of years, and struck hard at the evil-doing lord Xenos.
The sharp sword light cut through the darkness, and all the resentment of ten thousand years burst out. The cold sharp blade fell, ending the sinful life of Xenos.
The moment the enemy's head rolled into the dust, all the resentment that had been accumulated for thousands of years was dissipated, the shackles that bound the soul were shattered, and in an instant, the world suddenly became clear.
The despair and pain that had been suppressed for thousands of years disappeared, and Mortarion's soul finally experienced a moment of relief.
It was also from this moment that he completely let go of the last obsession in his heart, willingly accepted the power of Nurgle, completely sunk into the abyss of decay, and became the most loyal servant of the Lord of Decay.
Even deep down in my heart, I still have instinctive resistance and dissatisfaction with the corrupting power of Nurgle. Even though I was just as resistant to Emperor back then, there is endless estrangement and unwillingness hidden in my heart.
But as time went by, his fate was determined, and he could no longer break free from the shackles of the abyss. He could only put away all his unruliness and unwillingness, run for Nurgle day after day, serve his corrupt father conscientiously, and became a silent shadow in the abyss of Chaos.
Years passed, and silence lasted for tens of thousands of years, until Guilliman went through a deep sleep, broke free from the shackles of death, woke up again, regained control of the territory of Ultramar, and restarted Imperium of Man's road to revival.
Mortarion, who had been silent for a long time, keenly caught this opportunity, and the hostility and vigilance in his heart rekindled.
As a former brother and now an old enemy, the rebirth of Guilliman means a huge threat to the power of Chaos.
Mortarion worked hard, spent endless efforts, exhausted his understanding of toxins, and painstakingly prepared seven deadly plagues originating from the abyss.
Seven kinds of disaster-level poisons contain the decaying power of the abyss, and are combined with the original power of Nurgle. They are strange and domineering, with infinite destructive power, enough to sweep across the entire star field and disintegrate the flesh, flesh and soul of living creatures.
His plan is extremely clear. He will release all seven deadly plagues to the entire territory of Ultramar, eroding the territory of Guilliman with decaying disasters, disintegrating the order of Ultramar, weakening the foundation of Guilliman's rule, delaying the revival of Imperium, and letting the sacred order sink into the decaying disasters.
All plans are in place, and the deadly plague is ready to strike. Just waiting for the opportunity to come, it can sweep across the entire Ultramar.
However, Destiny's jokes always catch him off guard.
Just before Mortarion was about to release the plague and start the catastrophe, Guilliman had already taken the lead and completed a sacred innovation that spanned the entire Ultramar.
As the leader of the revival of Imperium, Primarch, who integrated the sacred will of Emperor, and Guilliman used their supreme power to reshape the human genetic origin of the entire territory of Ultramar.
The vast sacred power swept across thousands of star fields, purifying the hidden corruption and filth in the world, and reshaping the origin of human blood.
Since then, all new human beings within the territory of Ultramar have pure and flawless blood, and their souls contain the power of divine order. They are born with divine protection and resist all Chaos miasma and decaying toxins.
Deep in the soul of every living being, Guilliman's unique sacred Psionic Energy barrier lingers, like a solid barrier, blocking the erosion of all abyssal disasters.
In addition to the bloodline innovation, after Guilliman took over the throne, he used his supreme wisdom and extraordinary layout to comprehensively reform Ultramar's territorial system.
Relying on his own unique original power, he created a powerful productivity system that surpassed all the forces of Milky Way. Within the vast star field, modern city-states rose rapidly, and the perfect welfare system covered thousands of territories and benefited countless low-level creatures.
The most important thing is that looking at the desperate Milky Way of Warhammer, the improvement of the medical system is the core lifeline to resist disasters and stabilize the foundation.
Above countless stars, a complete medical system has sprung up, and sacred purification devices are spread all over the city-state to purify miasma, remove toxins, and heal injuries and illnesses, becoming the strongest barrier in the territory of Ultramar.
When Mortarion, filled with ambition, activated the power of the abyss and poured all seven deadly plagues into Ultramar's major star regions, the scene before him completely shattered all his illusions.
A deadly plague swept across the earth, and a rotten miasma filled the sky. However, the moment the disaster spread, countless Grey Knights dressed in holy armor sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.
The sacred power originating from Chaos Bane exploded, and the majestic Psionic Energy purifying power swept across the world. Countless monks and clergy gathered at the altar, chanting sacred prayers devoutly, using the endless power of Psionic Energy to weaken the abyssal toxins in the plague layer by layer and disintegrate the source of the power of decay.
At the physical level, the complete medical system is operating at full speed, with medicine refining, purification medicine, physical isolation, toxin removal, layer upon layer of protection, and layer upon layer of suppression.
Everything was orderly and orderly, as if from the very beginning, Ultramar had already predicted all his methods and prepared complete countermeasures.
Mortarion stood in the void, looking at the scene in front of him. His cold face was filled with extreme astonishment and confusion.
Looking at the entire Milky Way, the Holy Legion that the Chaos forces are most afraid of is Grey Knights.
This elite legion, forged by divine power and dedicated to suppressing Chaos monsters, is sparse in number and has a strict background. Within the entire Imperium territory, the total number of Grey Knights is less than three thousand.
This is an iron law recognized by the world and a well-known fact among Milky Way.