Mortarion was never supposed to end up like this.
His greatest wish had only been to return to Barbarus and become a farmer.
Damn Erebus, damn Typhus, damn the Fourth Quadrant! Sooner or later, he would kill them all!
Still, if Nurgle had truly sent Mortarion this time, it might not be a bad thing.
The Garden of Nurgle lay in the deepest reaches of the Warp, surrounded by layer upon layer of seas of plague. Even Tzeentch's Labyrinth could not pass straight through it.
Nurgle's territory was too disgusting. Unless absolutely necessary, Lin En did not want to go in.
He might not be able to kill Mortarion, but he could certainly disgust him—like athlete's foot. Who would want to catch it if they didn't have to?
Lin En raised a hand and patted his face, controlling his expression before turning to face the people in the reception room.
Phoros and the two Adeptus Custodes stood motionless, eyes lowered and minds composed, pretending they had seen nothing.
"All right. We have a general understanding of the situation now."
Nurgle's fleet was at the edge of the Maelstrom. Three Ultramarines Barge ships had been ambushed in the direction of the Tharsis Starway, about two and a half days from Bolomite.
Lin En made the decision. "The Lamenters will stay on Echo Star and Bolomite, continuing to help the civilians build houses, repair canals, and defend their homes. The Flesh Tearers and Blood Knights will come with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Phoros immediately stepped forward anxiously. "My lord! The Lamenters request permission to accompany you!"
"Phoros, I need you to stay and guard the house."
"My lord!!!" Phoros was unwilling.
The Lamenters had never been left behind by Lin En before.
From Sagan II to the Maelstrom, they