Listening to the voice echoing in the giant Hangar, Dorn's thoughts were churning, but he did not speak directly. His brother seemed to be hiding some secret from him.
Although this Giant Ship, which is of terrible size, cannot be seen in its entirety, just by looking at the huge bottom structure Dorn, one can tell that this is definitely not a common Imperium ship.
Unlike other Primarch who marveled at Titan Ship, Dorn, who did not see the complete hull, behaved relatively calmly.
After all, Imperial Fists is the special existence of Phalanx.
This kind of astonishingly large space does not exist on the ordinary Imperial Ships, but there is a similar huge space on the Phalanx.
He instinctively regarded the ship as a relic ship similar to Phalanx.
After all, according to Jaghatai, he has been lost here for tens of thousands of years in the outside world.
Although he couldn't realize it himself, tens of thousands of years was an extremely astonishing time span after all. Imperium's territory was so huge that it wouldn't be surprising even if they found the second Phalanx Dorn.
However, in fact, Hope discovered by Kotov Sage is indeed larger than Phalanx.
What makes Dorn feel strange is Jaghatai's posture when communicating.
While Dorn was still immersed in random thoughts, a group of people from Machine Intelligence Servitors quickly came to Hangar with a special transparent cage.
As the anti-gravity carrying platform moves, the Panacea, which is shining inside, tilts slightly along the inertia.
The carrier platform stopped precisely at the tail of Transport Aircraft. A Servitor stretched out his hand and touched it lightly on the cage, and a mechanical structure on the top unfolded immediately.
Jaghatai looked at Dorn and pointed at the open gap.
Dorn threw the rotten Mortarion in his hand directly.
"Plop."
Mortarion's body fell into the flashing Panacea.
Every decayed gap in the body was completely swallowed up by the glittering potion, and the damaged abdominal cavity and internal organs continued to pour in.
He was like a rotten and broken rag dropped into the clear water, and the dark green stain almost muddied everything.
As Daemon Prince as Nurgle, his body possesses many of the characteristics of Nurgle, including decay, regeneration, and plague.
However, both decay and plague conflict with the purifying properties of Panacea.
However, the characteristic of regeneration had a chain reaction with Panacea's recovery.
This kind of collision in authority is very simple, and they consume each other until one of them is completely exhausted.
The residual body of Mortarion is far less massive than the Panacea in front of him, and Nurgle has taken away all the energy he gave to Mortarion.
"Boo~boo~boo~boo~"
Countless fine bubbles continuously gush out from the broken flesh and burst at the highest point of the liquid surface.
It looks like Nurgle is a filthy soup made from plague.
As the contaminated Panacea began to consume rapidly, the spilled filth was also wiped away bit by bit at the same time.
"What's going on?"
The anomaly in front of me was somewhat different from what Jaghatai had seen before.
As the liquid level continued to drop, the degree of turbidity also decreased rapidly, and the broken body of Mortarion appeared in everyone's eyes.
All the rotten flesh and blood is constantly falling off and disappearing.
A few seconds later, Mortarion's body was reduced to less than half of its skeleton and less than one-third of its flesh and blood remains, floating in Panacea less than half a meter deep.
Mortarion's remains soon began to change again.
Regeneration and healing work simultaneously.
Fresh flesh and bones are growing again.
The strong heart beats again inside the broken body.
The body is gradually reconstructed.
Mortarion, who was originally the weakest among the many Primarchs, is becoming stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Above Empyrean, Emperor is looking at Mortarion's soul that has not yet regained consciousness, and has not yet had time to ask the other party.
However, a soft shimmer of light suddenly enveloped Mortarion's soul and swallowed it up.
The soul of this lost Progeny disappeared instantly from Emperor's eyes.
The sudden change caught Emperor off guard.
Before Mortarion's soul disappeared, he caught a glimpse of Emperor's slightly anxious face facing him, leaving a hasty Psychic Power ripple of doubt.
"Emperor?!"
"Wow!"
"Uh, heh! Cough cough cough."
Mortarion's unresponsive body suddenly moved, then fluttered in Panacea, which was not deep, and immediately stood up.
The newly grown lungs are filled with Panacea.
As he entered the air again, Mortarion wanted to breathe, but the violent contraction of his lungs caused him to immediately spray out the remaining medicine.
Heavy breathing echoed.
"I'm still alive?! Did my father save me?!"
Mortarion opened his eyes, and the bright environment made him squint.
The regrown eyeballs and muscles are restoring his vision from the blur.
However, there was indeed a golden figure standing not far away.
As Mortarion blinked repeatedly, the pupils gradually contracted and the vision quickly returned to clarity.
That was Dorn with an angry face.
Standing next to him was a stunned Jaghatai.
Countless trance-like scenes flashed through his mind, which were recorded by his body after his soul was taken away by Nurgle.
Mortarion lowered his head and looked at his completely normal body, then made fists with both hands and felt it carefully.
My body doesn't feel weak at all, nor is it sticky like it used to be when the power of Nurgle was surrounding me.
A strong body brought pure flesh and blood power, a feeling he had not experienced for a long time.
Mortarion looked around, but not far away he could see his own Progeny being taken off Terminator Armour and put on heavy shackles.
Those were the Deathshrouds who had been knocked to the ground by Dorn before. He instinctively wanted to step forward to help his Progenys.
"Boom!"
The transparent wall blocked Mortarion, and the huge impact made him feel a little dizzy.
The strength of the transparent cage made by Men of Iron is astonishing. Mortarion, which has lost the power of Chaos, cannot break through its limitations without the blessing of Power Armour, even if it is strengthened by Panacea.
A trace of blood flowed from his forehead.
Mortarion, who was still soaked in Panacea below his knees, was healed almost instantly, and even the dizziness caused by the impact was erased.
Dorn, who was standing aside, looked away from Mortarion who almost knocked him unconscious with a sullen face, and then looked at Jaghatai with a scrutinizing face.
"I think you should give me a reasonable explanation, my brother."
Jaghatai's expression was extremely embarrassing.
"I said, I didn't know this would happen. Do you believe it?"
"Hmph, you'd better be telling the truth, Jaghatai."
Dorn snorted coldly, and then spoke.
"Don't you have anything to explain to me about those Automated Battle Servitor, this ship, and Panacea?"
"Tell me, what happened to Imperium!"
Facing Dorn's questioning, Jaghatai knew very well that he could not continue to fool around, otherwise this stone head would probably start a fight with him.