Putrescence and Death

Everything, right now, is just like it was then.

But suddenly, a chill ran through the Despoiler's heart.

Yes, fate always presents similar situations repeatedly, hoping that others will come up with different solutions.

What will happen at this critical juncture?

Before the Despoiler could finish his thought process, his body reacted instinctively.

He suddenly stood up from his throne, disregarding his image, and scrambled to Horus's side.

Pfft!

Before the Four Kings Council could react, the outline of a Scythe gradually appeared.

The Despoiler blocked the Scythe.

"Father... I once thought that when I saw you again, my heart would be filled with resolute disgust."

"But... but... but when I actually saw you, my heart was filled with fear and shame."

"I once took advantage of your kindness and committed a grave mistake; now I want to use your anger to absolve myself."

"But I was wrong, Father. Someone like me should have gone with him ten thousand years ago."

"It is my misfortune, in my own eyes, that I did not die by your hand."

"Also, from a selfish perspective, it's my good fortune that someone like me didn't dirty your hands."

After Abaddon finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground.

He knelt before Horus, yet he was still ten steps away from Horus.

Looking at the Despoiler who had extinguished all life in this world, Horus couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.

Are you angry?

No.

Everything is the work of fate.

Are you sad?

He wasn't sure.

His own Scions stood beside him, brave, loyal, and full of glory.

Yet his own Scions knelt before him, once fallen and insane, now lifeless.

"How sentimental, huh? The great the Despoiler."

"But as your Uncle, I've been quite merciful to you; at least I let you finish your last words, haven't I?"

Horus heard the voice, and then he looked at the owner of the Scythe.

"Mortarion, you bug!"

"Heh heh heh, the ringleader of the Horus Heresy, the culprit who caused the Imperium of Man ten thousand years of suffering, is venting his anger on me?"

"Mortarion, I will make you pay for betraying humanity!"

"Ha ha ha, Horus, I have obtained the power of the Grandfather, and the outcome is still uncertain!"

"Oh? You seem quite confident in yourself, you stinky can."

The cold, hard voice carried anger and sarcasm. The speaker didn't appear immediately; instead, the speaker's weapon appeared first.

There was an identical Scythe, but upon seeing Scythe, Mortarion could only retreat.

"The aura of death! Who are you? Show yourself!"

"Heh, you Warp bug, weren't you so arrogant?"

"Mortarion?"

Even Horus didn't expect Mortarion to arrive so quickly.

"After you and the Great Angel passed through successfully, the other Legions have also set off one after another. I arrived relatively quickly."

"My Legion has already entered the battlefield, you can rest assured."

"As for that stinking can of Barbarus, Horus, I'll handle that myself. Don't interfere."

Horus had originally intended to deal with this Warp bug himself, but now that the Pale King had arrived, he wouldn't overstep his bounds.

"I won't overstep my bounds regarding your grudges, brother. After all, I'm not Emperor."

"I will not fall here, Horus."

"Enough! Face me!"

The once arrogant Daemon Prince, upon seeing his former self who hadn't betrayed him, now finds himself completely ignored in their conversation.

He could no longer suppress his anger.

"Let me face you? Ha! You'd better face your own death!"

The Power of Death granted Mortarion a new power of security.

For Nurgle, it's the power of absolute restraint.

But that wasn't the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that after Mortarion arrived, the death that Nurgle had previously abandoned began to gather around the Pale King.

"I am ever-renewing, I will never die! Come with me into the embrace of our Grandfather!"

"He who uses fear and Despair to control the masses—what kind of Grandfather is he!"

"Today I'll cut off your head first, then I'll burn down his Palace!"

Mortarion's confrontation with another version of himself has begun, while the already corrupted Daemon Legion is not idle either.

The Traveler Typhus also obeyed Nurgle's orders and came to the battlefield.

However, just as he was about to launch a sneak attack, someone he didn't expect blocked his attack.

"How is this possible! Jarro Company Commander?!"

"Typhon, you bastard, you're surprised I'm still alive?!"

But that surprise lasted only a moment.

Because Typhon could feel the power of the Grandfather flowing within him; behind him were his Legions and his Grandfather.

"So what if you crawl back from another world? I'll still kill you!"

"Typhon, from the moment you joined the Legion, you've failed in everything I've seen. You've fallen to this state, and you still think you can defeat me?"

"Prepare to die!"

The war for the XIV Legion has begun, while the XVI Legion faces far less pressure.

After all, under the Primarch's leadership, they were tasked with eliminating the Chaos Space Marines.

The Chaos Space Marines now face a Wolf of Fenris at his peak.

For the Chaos faction, this is nothing short of a horror story.

It was at this moment that Tzeentch's Daemon Prince Magnus appeared.

Horus, I am your opponent!

Even Magnus didn't expect that Mortarion from another world would arrive at this critical juncture.

Fortunately, the Lord of Changes made him wait here; otherwise, there would be no one to stand against Horus.

Then the war for Vengeful Spirit has already been lost.

Now, all Magnus has to do is hold off Horus and create an opportunity for Fulgrim.

If Fulgrim succeeds in his sneak attack.

Then the scales of victory will tip in their favor.

Horus, be careful! Don't repeat the same mistake!

When Magnus appeared, Mortarion instinctively felt something was wrong.

Fortunately, he is strong enough now to crush his fallen self.

So at this moment, he gave Horus a reminder.

Repeating the same mistakes.

These four words were enough to put Horus on alert, and not only Horus, but also the Four Kings Council.

Even each member of the Four Kings Council possessed a piece of Necrontyr technology, and within that Necrontyr technology artifact was stored an extraordinary Stasis Field.

After learning about the history of this world, the Four Kings Council has become somewhat wiser.

If their Gene-Father really has a problem, don't panic, seal him up, and go find the Father of Night.

"You reminded me too late, my dear Mortarion!"

Suddenly, Horus felt a chill run down his spine as the corrupted Fulgrim thrust his longsword at him.

But at that moment, a graceful golden-purple arc swept across the battlefield, landing behind Horus like a butterfly.

"Oh? Is it really too late? I think everything is just right."

"And besides, you Snake Daemon are absolutely hideous!"