Chapter 275 Mortarion, Lord of Death: The Shroud Dance, Rorschach Stabs the White King! (IX)
[You loosen your grip on the melta bomb.]
[Quickly pull out the thick arm that is being corroded by the sticky and smelly green blood.]
[Your two blood-red magnetic boots stomped heavily on the ground, and the Terminator armor retreated backwards.]
[At that moment, Typhus, who was looking down, could not help but let out a loud roar of shock and anger.]
["How dare you——"]
[It instantly raised a huge hand covered with a metal shell.]
[He thrust hard into his corrupt body, intending to pull out the melta bomb that was about to explode from the wound.]
[However, the wound healing ability that Nurgle's chosen god was proud of completely became Typhons' death warrant. ]
[Before his thick fingers touched the corrupt body, the huge wound that you had forcibly stabbed had instantly disappeared and healed.]
[At the same time, just as you start to move backwards. ]
[Mortarion, wearing the armor of Barbarus, stepped forward quickly. ]
[The huge sickle in his palm suddenly danced and quickly cut through the air, easily cutting off the thick arm of Typhons that wanted to tear the corrupt body apart again.]
[The next moment, before the severed arm, which was emitting a green stench of corruption, had completely fallen to the ground.]
[Mortarion suddenly opened his yellow eyes wide, and the giant scythe Silence in his hand changed the direction of attack.]
[Like lightning, it swept towards the neck of Typhons' rotten power armor.]
[The terrifying speed and power of this attack far exceeds your imagination.]
[Even the sharp edge of the giant sickle seemed to rub out fleeting sparks in the air. ]
[In an instant, Typhons, whose arm had just been broken, didn't even have time to swing the demon sickle in his other hand to defend himself.]
[Bang——]
[The broken arm, which exuded a green stench of corruption, finally fell to the ground with a crashing sound.]
[The sharp blade of the giant sickle, Annihilation, flashed past and was quickly held in Mortarion's palm. His huge body also instantly retreated backwards.]
["Hiss, no——"]
[Instantly, the unicorn helmet tilted slightly and broke, and Typhons's tall body, which had swelled like a ball, stopped moving.]
[A series of extremely scorching rays of light burst out from its rotten, bloated body.]
[The horrific magma that expanded violently to the point of boiling completely melted Typhon's tall body, leaving not even a trace behind.]
[At this moment, Typhons, the Chosen of Nurgle, was successfully driven back to the Father's Garden by you and Mortarion.]
[You stare at the gradually melting metal ground and the rising smoke within a radius of dozens of meters.]
[A smile appeared at the corner of your mouth hidden behind the metal helmet. ]
["The Herald of Nurgle is dead. It was banished back to the Warp and can't come back for the time being. Next, the problem we should solve is how to eliminate the Destroyer Plague of the Death Guard. So far, perhaps only the Emperor on Terra can do it…"]
[You stared at Mortarion's huge back and said lightly.]
[However, at this moment, the sharp edge of the giant sickle of annihilation suddenly fell towards your head.]
["Mortarion!!!" You roared subconsciously. ]
[You instantly raised the Bloody Butcher's Scythe that was tightly held in your palm, and blocked Mortarion's sudden attack.]
["Twenty-two, the two things I hate the most are, first, being told that this is all for your own good, and second, that old immortal in the Terra Palace…"]
["And you keep saying this over and over again. You're simply courting death!"]
[Mortarion blinked his yellow eyes slightly, and stared at your helmet eyepiece with an almost dead and indifferent gaze.]
[A majestic and deep voice echoes in your ears. ]
[You are almost completely amused by the twisted mind of the Primarch.]
[You roared from deep in your chest, and used your sturdy arms of the Terminator armor to push upward, forcibly pushing away the sharp edge of the giant sickle.]
["Mortarion, you have come all the way from the poisonous planet of Barbarus to today. What are you fighting for?"]
[Your hands tightly grasp the cold handle of the Bloody Butcher's Scythe.]
[You stared at Mortarion, who was swinging his scythe once again, and shouted in a deep voice.]
["Why do I fight? For myself! And only for myself!" Wearing a breathing mask, Mortarion responded to you with a nearly roar. ]
[The next second, the giant sickle of Silence that suddenly cut through the air once again chopped down heavily on your blood-red body.]
[Ding——]
[The Bloody Butcher's Scythe and the Great Scythe of Annihilation collided again, causing a loud roar.]
[After hearing the other person's words, you fell into complete silence. ]
[You no longer attempt to persuade the Primarch with words.]
[You have become deeply disappointed with the inconsistency of the Pale King Mortarion.]
[Perhaps the Primarchs who participated in the Horus Heresy were really problem children and mentally ill patients. ]
[You quickly drove the Khorne Terminator Armor forward, and the suddenly trembling Bloody Butcher's Scythe cleverly deflected the giant scythe's terrifying attack.]
[You immediately wield the Bloody Butcher's Scythe and swept it towards Mortarion's huge body.]
[However, an extremely powerful psychic force instantly surged out from Mortarion's huge body. ]
[He stared at your metal helmet with his yellow eyes, and it seemed that the psychic power with the property of confinement was firmly controlling your blood-red body.]
[At the same time, Mortarion pulled out an energy pistol with a brass sheen from behind the waist of the Barbarus Armor.]
[It was a gift from the past Emperor to the Primarch Mortarion, the ancient alien energy pistol 'Light'. ]
[You stare at the gradually brightening brass muzzle, and once again let out a deafening roar.]
[You struggled to drive the Terminator armor, barely breaking free from the heavy constraints of the powerful psychic energy. ]
[At this moment, the ancient alien energy pistol that Mortarion pulled the trigger of shot out a terrifying energy that was enough to melt through the Terminator's armor in the blink of an eye.]
[You don't have time to dodge.]
[You can only grit your teeth and raise the Bloody Butcher's Scythe to block in front of you.]
[Try to use the strength of the demon's weapon to make the final stop.]
[Unfortunately, the fleeting terrifying energy not only melted the Bloody Butcher's Scythe. ]
[Even your entire arm and half of your shoulder were completely melted by the terrifying energy and dissipated into the air.]
[You suddenly spat out a mouthful of hot blood in the metal helmet. Your blood-red body, which was mostly missing, seemed to have lost its strength, and you couldn't help but kneel on one knee.]
[At this moment, Mortarion, holding the giant scythe, Annihilation, and the alien pistol, Bright Light, slowly stepped forward. ]
["Twenty-two, don't blame me. For the great vision that is within my reach... you are just a stepping stone on the road, even Horus is the same!"]
[Mortarion looked down at you with his head slightly lowered, blinked his muddy yellow eyes, and spoke in an almost cold tone.]
["Mortarion, weakness and ignorance have never been obstacles to human survival. The stupidity and arrogance of not being able to see the future is the way to your death…"]
[You slowly raised your only remaining hand and took off the battle-scarred metal helmet.]
[You used the bloody corner of your mouth to give the other person a scornful smile filled with a hint of sarcasm.]
[At this moment, Mortarion, looking down at you, seems to have fallen into an unspeakable silence.]
[The almost dead and cold gaze in those muddy yellow eyes seemed to become even more cruel and ruthless.]
[And just as he quickly raised the light of the alien pistol and pointed the muzzle at your forehead. ]
[Your hand also used the metal helmet as a cover to quietly grope for the detonator under the power backpack.]
["Pale King Mortarion... the 22nd Primarch greets you!"]
[You pressed the detonators of countless melta bombs without hesitation.]
Thank you for your support!
In fact, because there is not much official information about Lao Mo's temperament and personality, he gives people the impression of being a bland, typical villain, and he has no characteristics other than being humiliated everywhere.
So, I can only highlight his arrogance and capriciousness.
In fact, the whole story was doomed to fail from the moment the navigator rescued by the protagonist was corrupted into a Nurgle zombie, and Old Mo's character was not the kind of guy who really listened to others' advice. Of course, there should be a paragraph showing the navigator alone before being forcibly blessed by Khorne, but I forgot it later... In fact, it doesn't matter much, after all, mortals can't resist the corruption of the warp at all.
As for the issue of Mordor's psionic powers and think tank, I later went back to look at the new information. The Death Guard has a team of living weapons called "wizards" who are not called think tanks, but they also play the role of think tanks. GW also changed some of Mordor's settings. So, this is the difficult part of writing Warhammer. The official always changes the book, and the information everyone reads is not even the same version...
(End of this chapter)