[Your first confrontation with the Primarch has come to a temporary halt.]
[As the huge Mortarion put away his scythe, Silence, without hesitation. ]
[You hesitated for a moment, but finally dropped the Bloody Butcher's Scythe that was tightly held in your palm.]
["Nameless demon, although the machine spirit of the 'End' assured me of your origins, and Typhon is being resurrected as you said... but I still cannot believe that you are my offspring. Who are you?"]
[At this moment, Mortarion slightly widened his pair of muddy yellow eyes, staring at you with a cold and almost dead gaze.]
[His majestic and deep questioning voice also made the surrounding Death Guards subconsciously focus their eyes on your blood-red body.]
["Just like the twenty-one Primarchs all have their own unique abilities or life experiences, so do I. I am just a coin of the Emperor. If you really want to know my name, then call me 'Twenty-Two'."]
[You raised the metal helmet with a bloody horn, holding the bloody butcher's sickle in your hand, and said in a calm tone.]
[Your words seem to have caused a small commotion among some of the Death Guard.]
[Even now, they are still suffering from the endless pain brought by the Destroyer Plague. ]
[However, such shocking news also temporarily relieved them from their endless pain. ]
[However, the huge Mortarion seemed to have no emotions at all.]
[He just looked at you carefully with his yellow eyes.]
[You opened your mouth slightly hidden inside the metal helmet and exhaled slowly.]
[You did not tell the truth to the Pale King, who is also a Primarch, as you did to the Raven King Corax.]
[Even if you ultimately saved the other party from the corruption of the evil god Nurgle. ]
[He is also a rebellious Primarch who betrayed the Emperor and the Imperium of Man.]
["The twenty-second Primarch? It seems that the old man's bad habits are hard to change…"]
[The silent Pale King was the first to break the silence, and his majestic and low voice slowly reached your ears.]
[You seem to have keenly captured the fleeting complex emotions in the depths of Mortarion's yellow eyes.]
[It seems to contain hatred, disgust, jealousy, arrogance and a few memories. ]
["Twenty-two, right? You don't seem to be lying, but you're not telling the truth either… However, solving Typhon's problem is the first thing you and I need to deal with."]
[Motarion quickly hid his emotions and suddenly lowered his head, looking down at you with his muddy yellow eyes and said.]
[The blood-red horn on top of your metal helmet seems to be reflecting light slightly.]
[You nodded heavily to the other party, tacitly agreeing with what he said. ]
[At this moment, the Pale King Mortarion once again looked at the large number of descendants in the ancient hall with a cold and silent gaze.]
[When he saw that at the edge, some of the Death Guards who were eroded and tortured by the Destroyer Plague had begun to seek death.]
[Mortarion, who had always acted indifferent, still believed in your actions and chose to cooperate with you. ]
[You exchanged a few words with Mortarion.]
[You decided to find a way to completely eliminate Typhon.]
[Save the Death Guard Legion that is being tortured repeatedly by endless pain. ]
[The Pale King, wearing the Armor of Barbarus, turns around and leads the way. ]
[The giant sickle of Silence was held in his palm, swinging up and down as his body moved.]
[You take one last look at the Death Guard in the auditorium through your helmet visor.]
[You drove the Terminator armor without hesitation, and under the silent gaze of countless painful eyes, you followed the huge figure of the Pale King.]
[You quickly left the ancient hall and walked towards the bridge.]
[And as you go deeper and deeper. ]
[You are very keen to discover that the signs of Chaos corruption in the subspace are becoming more and more serious. ]
[Except for the green mist floating randomly in the air. ]
[You also saw that a large amount of metal equipment in the upper cabin had undergone horrific changes.]
[The metal parts either rot and stink, with green pus flowing all over the ground, or they keep twisting and trembling as if they have life, occasionally making very strange screaming sounds.]
[You can even vaguely hear the joyful laughter of countless Nurglings. ]
[At this moment, deep in the wide passage leading to the bridge. ]
[Mortal crew members who were transformed into Nurgle zombies by the zombie plague, along with dozens of tall Death Guard think tanks with swollen bellies, also appeared within your sight. ]
[These think tank units with powerful psychic powers are almost irresistible to the erosion and corruption of Chaos. ]
[This also makes them more vulnerable to corruption than other Death Guards who are suffering.]
[At this time, these Death Guard think tanks with swollen abdomens drove the green power armor with multiple rotten and festering wounds on their bodies. ]
[They also vigorously swung the corrupt weapons in their palms, and launched a slow but firm attack in your direction with a smile.]
[Mortarion remained silent and did not utter any words.]
[He just trembled the giant sickle in his palm. ]
[The next second, its huge body, like a volcanic eruption, rushed towards the enemies in front with an irresistible force.]
[You took a deep breath and subconsciously clenched the Bloody Butcher's Scythe in your palm.]
[You also immediately drove the Khorne Terminator Armor and launched a combat charge. ]
[Instantly, the giant sickle of Silence and the bloody butcher's sickle let out terrifying screams in mid-air, and the sound echoed throughout the corridor for a long time.]
[The Nurgle zombies were smashed into pieces by the two of you in battle, and the rotten flesh and blood flew everywhere. ]
[A dozen fat, smiling Death Guard Librarians suddenly move forward and swing their corrupt weapons.]
[But Mortarion's giant scythe destroyed them, along with their power armor, and chopped them off from top to bottom, splitting them into two rotten corpses.]
[You also suddenly stopped your heavy charge, and the bloody butcher's sickle, with its blood-red living eyeballs spinning wildly, swept forward with force.]
[Five or six Death Guard think tanks who did not attempt to dodge were torn into two by the powerful force and sharp blades, splattering countless disgusting green pus.]
[At this moment, whether it is you or the Pale King Mortarion. ]
[Faced with these completely corrupted Death Guards, there was no intention of holding back. ]
[However, just when you and Mortarion were about to completely eliminate and clean up the corrupt think tank in front of you. ]
[Just further down the corridor, groups of pitch-black bees with terrifying buzzing sounds suddenly attack you.]
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(End of this chapter)