Rebels Never Bow Their Heads

"Grandfather does not like death. I have Grandfather's protection; you cannot kill me."

At this very moment, in Mortarion's home arena, he has killed Necare countless times.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Originally Primarch had his own biological clock, but here, his biological clock is not working.

Everything is in chaos.

And now, thousands upon thousands of Necare appeared before his eyes.

"Come, child, return to Barbarus's embrace, return to the embrace of the Grandfather!"

As Necare spoke, he walked up to Mortarion and took something out.

That was a breathing mask.

Mortarion recognized that thing.

He picked it himself on his way to Nostramo.

"Take it with you, take this mark that belongs to Barbarus, and the Grandfather will accept you completely!"

Mortarion leaned on the hilt of his knife, reached out, and pressed his hand against the breathing mask.

In that instant, he seemed to smell a familiar scent, the air from Barbarus.

The gas contained poisons, acids, and various corrosive gases.

It felt so familiar, giving off an eerie sense of security.

But this is not what he wanted.

He knew that Barbarus's situation was not the norm, and that no one should be born into such an environment.

That damned air smelled worse than a single wild chrysanthemum.

Just when the other side thought they were about to succeed, Mortarion moved, his hand suddenly exerting force.

The breathing mask was crushed to pieces.

"I've had enough of the air in Barbarus. I am Mortarion, the Fourteenth Primarch of the Imperium, not some stinking, poisonous can you imagine!"

"You really are disobedient. In that case, I'll make you submit completely!"

"Rebels will never yield! Humanity will never be slaves! Take your servility and your damned Grandfather with you, and die!"

Bite!

Once again, Necare easily blocked Mortarion's attack.

How many times do I have to say it? My child, my Grandfather has granted me eternal life; you cannot kill me!

"I am your destiny, I bring you death."

Mortarion's voice was faint.

At this moment, his mind was calm; he only had one thought in mind: to kill the monster in front of him.

This idea is almost obsessive, almost insane.

It was precisely because of his almost insane obsession that, the moment he uttered those words, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

Warp responded to his obsession.

In a little-known corner of the Warp, there lies near nothingness.

That void was caused by the collapse of the Warp War in Heaven.

At the edge of that void, a streak of black light began to surge with the energy fluctuations of the Warp, eventually aiming at Nuceria.

In an instant, the black streak of light arrived on the Planet and entered Mortarion's body at top speed.

"I am death."

"No, that's impossible!"

"You really surprise me, child."

Necare's furious voice vanished, replaced by Nurgle's chilling voice emerging from his throat.

At this moment, Nurgle looked at Mortarion with a mixture of love and hate.

He could sense that aura emanating from Mortarion, the aura he least wanted to see and hated.

That's the smell of death.

"Life and death are preordained; eternal life is eternal suffering. Today I have come to end your suffering."

Mortarion swung his blade, a black streak of light slicing through space.

Wisps of black death energy continuously spewed from the blade.

With a single stab, Necare died completely.

"No! What have you done!"

It is death.

At this moment, Nurgle could finally be certain that the Power of Death had chosen this child.

It was faint, but very real.

"I simply relieved him of his burden, that's all."

"Stop now, come back with me, and you'll still be my good child."

The embodiment of Grandfather appeared before Mortarion, still holding that breathing mask in his hand.

"Heh, why is that? Why, even now, do you still think about enslaving me?"

"This is not slavery, child. I treat every child equally."

"Yes, you bastard, you enslave everyone equally."

This is love.

"Love? Why do you Warp Gods always say things that are so ridiculous?"

"Is your so-called equal love just turning them into zombies?"

"Let them be neither human nor ghost, unable to live, unable to die."

"They are not dead, they have gained eternal life; that is my blessing."

"That's a curse, you bastard!"

With another slash, the breathing mask in Nurgle's hand was cut in two.

"You're a disobedient child, I'm going to discipline you!"

"Even Emperor isn't qualified to lecture me, so you're even less worthy!"

Nurgle's avatar disappeared, and a gigantic figure appeared in the Warp projection—a projection of Nurgle himself.

But Mortarion was not afraid at all, and he slashed at the phantom with his sword.

With my own anger, with the anger of my past failed resistance!

Swish!

With a single slash, the Nurgle phantom vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, Nurgle himself, far away in the Garden of Nurgle, was feeling pain once again.

Just like when that being lashed him with a whip back then.

He could sense that something different had been added to the Power of Death in Mortarion's hands.

Although those Power of Death were incomplete, it was precisely because the Power of Death were incomplete that those things could be added.

"Nurgle! Listen to me! One day, I will burn your Garden of Nurgle to the ground!"

"I don't care what your reasons are, how many people you've enslaved, or what kind of people you've enslaved. If I find you, I will kill you!"

"Just like when I fought against that Xenos Tyrant in Barbarus, I'm slaying him here now!"

With Mortarion's furious roar, his match came to an end.

Mortarion won.

Congratulations, Xiao Mo.

"Uncle?"

"How are you feeling?"

"Much easier."

"Then your next class is about to begin."

"The next class? So this is the first class, right?"

"Yes, it was a practical lesson, and I think you learned a lot from it."

"That's true, Uncle. So what am I supposed to do in the next class?"

"In the next class, you need to go and save your brother."

Angron.

"Set off, I'll be waiting for your triumphant return."

Mortarion nodded, sheathed his weapon, and headed towards Angron.

But the moment he left the dueling arena, everything changed.

The sky, which had been filled with thick poisonous fog, was now permeated with the stench of blood.

Everywhere there were traces of battle, everywhere there were wreckage.

Finally, Mortarion arrived at a gate.