Chapter 813: 255. Absent, MVP of the Entire Match!
There was nothing left to discuss.
They both knew it perfectly well: a fight to the death was inevitable. Their gazes clashed sharply, and each of them wished he could draw his scythe and cleave the other apart on the spot.
But clearly, not everyone possessed Mortarion's awareness. They still did not understand what had happened, so the Mortarions had to give his other "brothers" enough time and patience.
For the two of them, however... things became much simpler.
[So reckless... You should have embraced Nurgle's power more fully. You should have been stronger, yet you weakly abandoned the sword hilt that held power.]
Traitor Primarch Mortarion spoke elegantly. Mortarion did not blink as he reached out and picked up two empty goblets.
Was that so? Hades had made me realize I needed to abandon some of the Warp's power. It was too dangerous.
Mortarion drawled as he pulled an oil-stained flask from his waist. His eyes remained fixed on the Traitor Primarch as he uncorked it and poured the cloudy liquor into the glasses.
Mortarion clearly saw the pretty boy's eyelid twitch for a moment when he took out the flask, and his mood improved somewhat.
To be fair, on some level, Mortarion was now much like those Nurglings that hurled shit at people.
Yet he felt no psychological burden whatsoever. In fact, repeatedly calling upon the Underking on the battlefield had made him a qualified master shit-thrower.
Traitor Primarch Mortarion took several light breaths and spread his hands.
[The Warp in your world is far too weak. You will never achieve true liberation... Heh, you really should see the wondrous vast ocean of my world.]
Oh, you mean this.
Mortarion continued pouring. Unfortunately, the goblets seemed somewhat corroded, so