The Emperor and His Daughter

"You actually considered that damned pointy-eared Aeldari one of your own kind? Mortarion, you were beyond ridiculous."

"This was a tremendous insult to me. I should have been competing against a true legion master. At the very least, Typhus would never have done anything this laughable."

"If he had led the rebellion on Barbarus back then, he might have killed that xenos overlord without needing the Emperor's rescue, instead of being like you—saved by the Emperor, only to resent him for taking away your target of revenge."

"You were nothing but an unweaned brat, your head filled with absurdly self-centered thoughts. No, they were far more lovable than you. They carried humanity's future and hope, while you had nothing but the dead air of decay."

The Chogoris top laner's mouth was more lethal than the White Tiger vicious blade in his hand. Lox stood nearby, with no chance at all to get a word in.

Even as a bystander listening to the Khan's verbal assault, he felt his heart pound and a nameless fury rise within him.

"If I were Mortarion, I'd fucking explode at Jaghatai."

As for Mortarion, this primarch who had already hated Typhus beyond measure and wished to carve the traitor who had ruined the entire Legion into a thousand pieces, had gone completely mad.

The comrade who had once fought at her side, Calas Typhon, had long since died. All that remained in the world was a Nurgle Daemon Prince called Typhus, who had usurped the position of lord of the Death Guard.

Madness drove Mortarion's psychic power to erupt with even greater terror. She suddenly raised a hand and dragged Jaghatai toward her, then struck hard enough to tear off the Khan's helmet, physically silencing him for the moment.

Jaghatai Khan had not expected Mortarion's