The Eternal Tax Collector

After the passage between the two worlds was connected, Sinleech's existence was confirmed, and the Despair of 30K completely melted away.

This is how Magnus was able to bring the book over.

However, after he finished using it, the book disappeared.

But that's irrelevant now.

The conspiracy of Chaos has been foiled, and Fulgrim's forced transformation has ceased.

On the battlefield now, only Mortarion and Magnus remain Primarch of Chaos.

However, on the Imperium's side, with Magnus's arrival, a counterpart to the Primarch Chaos emerged.

With the demise of the Snake Daemon, the defeat of the Chaos faction was inevitable.

Moreover, these two Daemon Princes are doomed to die.

The Chaos Gods wanted to intervene, but they were unable to.

When the Primarch of the 30K arrived in large numbers, the Chaos Gods knew their end was near.

Now, neither their Daemon nor their Daemon Princes are worth their attention anymore.

The only thing they need to guarantee is their own existence.

However, Mortarion fared much worse than Magnus.

This fallen Sorcerer King was a composite of body and soul; nothing truly belonged to him.

It's no exaggeration to say that Tzeentch truly took advantage of him completely.

Even if I had to give up on the other person now, I wouldn't feel any heartache if I persisted.

But Mortarion is different.

His situation was far, far worse.

Look at how depraved you've become! You've become the very thing you despise most!

"Your past ideals and vows, your past will and glory—do you think you deserve them?!"

"Ha, we've both suffered the same pain. The victor is king, the loser is villain. I have nothing to say. Kill me."

As Mortarion looked at his fallen self, he could sense the resentment and a hint of relief in the other's heart.

"I will do as you wish."

Mortarion was about to make his move when something happened aboard the Vengeful Spirit.

You can't touch my child.

It is Nurgle.

"You rotten flesh, covered in pus, enslaving all living beings, even now you're still trying to hide it."

Mortarion looked at Nurgle, who remained hidden in the Chaos the Mist.

He came here not only to get rid of his own depravity, but also to get rid of the true form of Nurgle.

The Power of Death is the most terrifying thing for Nurgle, that lump of rotting flesh.

This is also why Nurgle dares not confront Mortarion directly.

That aura of death was something he was most familiar with, most hated, and most afraid of.

The situation is currently at a stalemate, and no one dares to make any rash moves.

The three remaining Chaos Gods have already appeared on the battlefield, and the Primarch are well aware that this is not a battle they can easily end.

But it is precisely during this stalemate that unexpected changes are most likely to occur.

Having fallen into demonic possession, Mortarion unexpectedly ran right into the clutches of another version of himself.

"Mortarion, my child, what are you doing!"

The Fallen Primarch's action greatly surprised Nurgle; he never imagined that his most cherished child would willingly embrace death.

Even Mortarion himself was stunned.

He had even considered the worst-case scenario: in this stalemate, his own depravity would be taken away.

But he never expected that his depraved self would seek death.

"No one can steal my prey. I failed once before, but you can't fail now."

"This biggest wave has come to an end, and my fate should also come to a close."

"Ha, someone as strong-willed as me has died just like that. But dying by my own hand doesn't feel so bad."

"Great Pale King, you are right. I have become the very thing I hated most. No matter the reasons or the cause, I have ended up looking like this."

"Now, I don't want to become like that again."

As he finished speaking, the corrupted Primarch removed his mask.

Everyone could see clearly through the mask.

There was nothing inside; beneath the area covered by the mask were nothing but bones.

The Primarch's sudden desire for death caught neither the Chaos Gods nor anyone else present off guard.

Just as Nurgle was about to launch his attack, a golden light pierced through the obstacles and arrived on the battlefield.

The person who came was none other than the Lord of the Word Bearers, Lorgar.

"The Sword of Promised Glory?! How is that possible!"

When the Chaos Gods saw the sword in Lorgar's hand, they knew it was too late.

The appearance of this sword signifies the fall of the Dark King.

This also means that they are about to die.

These Chaos Gods will no longer be immortal.

"Chaos Gods, your end has come."

"What are you standing there for? Get moving!"

Tzeentch left with a single sentence and fled far away with his Daemon Prince.

Slaanesh was no exception; her Daemon Prince had already died in the battle, and if she remained here, she would not survive either.

Only Nurgle was still somewhat reluctant to part with it, after all, Mortarion was something he had worked very hard to obtain.

It's such a pity that the other person died so mysteriously.

He wants to take Mortarion's body with him.

However, just as he had this thought, another golden light appeared behind Lorgar.

"Damn the Accursed, what are you doing here!"

"I've come to take my son away."

"Bullshit, he's mine!"

The Emperor didn't waste any more words with Nurgle. Without the Dark King's influence, he could use his Psychic Powers without restraint.

Golden Psychic Power flames began to burn across the entire Vengeful Spirit, reducing all blasphemy and Chaos to ashes.

"The Accursed, I will make you pay the price!"

In the very end, he left behind a harsh remark and then slunk away.

As for the already deceased Fallen Primarch?

Imperial Tax Department, Reserved Seat.

"It seems this battle is temporarily over," Horus said.

"Yes, the final battle is not far off, but my advice is that we should go back as soon as possible," Fulgrim said.

The biggest winner of this battle was undoubtedly Fulgrim.

Not only did he eliminate that disgusting version of himself, but most importantly, his most valued warrior also fought alongside him.

That's really rare.

"Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Is something wrong?"

"Our Grand Inquisitor is on his way; I reckon he'll be here soon," Fulgrim chuckled.

Upon hearing this, the others laughed, though their laughter was tinged with schadenfreude.

Yes, the Grand Inquisitor is almost here. I wonder if the Night Haunter will be able to get a good night's sleep.

Achoo!

The Night Haunter was far away on the Punishment Star, coordinating defenses with his brothers, sneezed loudly.

"Night Haunter, are you alright?" Sanguinius asked.

"I'm fine, bro. I don't know who's been talking about me."

The Night Haunter glanced at his Hexagrammaton angel brother beside him.

On the other side, the 40K angels watched the interaction between the two brothers and felt somewhat uneasy.

Not only did his brothers get along well with this Hexagrammaton angel, but his most valued Scions also seemed to get along well with this angel.

Who could stand this?

And most importantly, the other person had absolutely no sense of propriety when eating Fruit.