Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 669

  Chapter 669 Doomsday Storm: Divine Plague

  The quiet and secret asteroid is suspended in the deepest part of the universe, on the gray sand, a pair of footsteps walked over, and the pair of heavy boots left a deep imprint on the surface of the sand.

The gray-green armor is walking in the shadows, and the light of the aging stars in the distance shines on his body from a distant place, extending the ancient and advancing armor of the sword, spreading and rewashing under the gravel of the years, On its shoulders, the gray cloak lifted to reveal the armor's emblem.

  A crossed sickle, and a gray skull.

He walked out of the shadows, and stepped into the empty space from the floating mountain range. In the sky here, there are a large number of asteroids floating in the sky. They are flying all over the sky, pulling each other, and restraining each other. Therefore, countless floating islands of different sizes are formed in the entire sky.

  He stood there, looking at the floating broken islands above his head, suddenly, a heavy footstep caught his attention, and he turned his head to follow the sound.

In the shadows at the side, a wave approached from far away, and the heavy steps brought the knocking sound of the gap between the armors. Under the gap, the low and dull breathing came along with the steps. .

   "Mortarion."

The man appeared from the shadows, his huge body was irradiated by the light of dying stars, the dark green battle armor was covered with a large number of sick bacteria, and the armor on the abdomen was propped up high, as if it was on the verge of breaking at any time , but could not accommodate the carrier under it, on his back, behind the tall neck guard that looked like a Terminator, countless chimneys with billowing smoke rose up.

  They are not made of steel, but are made of some kind of weird biomass, with a translucent light flashing on the surface, illuminating the biological light of the germ spores underneath, and the smoke is their incarnation.

   "You shall call me my lord, Typhus."

  The person standing between the asteroids turned around, he said sharply, on the pale face under the gray-white robe, the pale eyes shone with anger.

   "My lord? Maybe it used to be, but not anymore."

   "Aren't you a death guard? Aren't you one of them? If so, you should call me an adult, because I am your master, your master."

   "You are not my master, Mortarion, never have been. In the past, I obeyed you because of the emperor's deterrence. Now, I am in the arms of my loving father. I have no other master except him."

The death guard named Typhons stepped out, the huge horns on his head raised high, shining a dim light under the dying Pleiades, "I am his chosen one, I am his will and incarnation , you should call me an envoy of God."

   "An envoy of God? You and others have the guts to humiliate me like this? Do you want me to bow down like a servant? Do you think you can just let this matter go if you abducted my legion?"

Mortarion was furious, he opened his palm suddenly, and a huge sickle and warhammer appeared in his hand in the void, he clenched the weapon tightly, and strode towards Typhus, the huge wings behind him Unfolding suddenly, from the nothingness, four pairs of moth-like wings blocked the light of the Pleiades.

The entire land was instantly shrouded in shadows, the huge giant strode forward, he raised the sickle in his hand high, and launched an attack towards Typhus, the latter retreated, and a fist appeared between his hands On the back of the sickle, the engine half-swallowed by flesh roared.

The smoke billowed out, roaring with the many chimneys behind him, Mortarion raised his scythe like a roaring gray rhino, and below him, Typhus not to be outdone, the two raised their scythes and rammed each other, In the blink of an eye, the power of the plague roared out from their blades.

Morbid smog, fungus flying in the wind, and poisonous breath spread everywhere, and the earth became deep and corrupt under the feet of the two. They were two absolutely destructive forces. Without skills, calculations and plans, it would be A competition of absolute strength, comparison, who is His favorite.

"enough!"

  A sound like thousands of dying stars sounded from nothingness. If the power between the two sickles is a competition of absolute power, then when it appeared, all the power had already been suppressed and crushed.

  The two sickles were flicked away in an instant, and the sound turned into a plague wind to blow the two away. Mortarion and Typhus each took a few steps back, and turned their heads to look at the huge stone throne beside them.

All the mountains and asteroids floating in the air quickly gathered together, they solidified with each other, connected and regenerated, and in the blink of an eye, the community of creatures spread out from the gap, in just a few blinks of an eye In a short period of time, the existence of them, those stones has completely changed.

They turned into a throne and steps of flesh and blood, life sprouted on it, and then extended from there to assimilate everything around. The carpet of flesh and blood expanded on the ground of the lifeless planet, and from there, growth The plants from the garden were blown by the plague winds, and they thrived quickly.

In an instant, the entire planet became lush and lush, and a large number of plants from the Plague Garden completely changed the planet. Forests grew on its barren land, and the dense streams during the spreading period provided them with nutrients. They Cooperate with each other, grow and spread, and finally completely change everything the eye can remember.

And all of this is to welcome his arrival. With the growth of two towering giant trees on the throne of flesh and blood, a door slowly opens between their curved trunks. From it, accompanied by the strong wind of the plague, An individual who was shaped like heaven and earth and seemed as small as the tiniest living thing stepped out.

Its huge body is illusory and pressed on the throne made up of those trees, and dying stars are eternally shining in its eyes. Its figure is indescribable, and its shape is like the appearance that can only be described by the most insane poets. It is flesh and blood , diseases, abscesses, and vast mountains of mutations.

   "My children, what makes you fight each other like this? In my eyes, you are all my children."

  It said in a low voice, the voice did not come from the mouth, but from the plague wind blowing from all around, it was the whole world speaking, and all the lives in the whole universe were speaking together to say that sentence.

"My father." Typhus knelt down, he knelt on one knee, his huge body seemed out of place in that kneeling, and his hands were clumsy, but he knelt down immediately, far more than Mortarion , his former leaders, even his father and brothers, paid him more respectful demeanor.

"What about you? My child, why don't you kneel down?" The huge figure cast his eyes on Mortarion. Those eyes seemed to be looking at the entire Milky Way, and tens of millions of endangered stars were shining in it. The dead planets, their common light converged into a long river, lighting up the eternal eyes.

"We are equal, father of all living beings, just as you promised." Mortarion raised his head and said, he was neither humble nor overbearing, standing there like an invincible mountain, "All living things, no matter how big or small, all live Standing on the chessboard has its own place.”

   "And unshakable, yes, my children, all life is equal, I create life, care for life, bring changes and blessings to them, not for them to surrender."

The man called the father of all living beings said that he is not a person, but he has been given the name of a person, the Lord of life, the guide of fate, the source of vitality, the king of the cycle of life and death, etc., etc., and there are thousands of others. , Countless civilizations have given him countless names, and among them, only one is particularly eye-catching.

  Lovely Father Nurgle.

   "Rise therefore too, Typhus, my child, I am your father, not your master, I am not him, I am not that greedy curser."

Nurgle raised his gigantic hand and said, the whole dying universe trembled when he moved his hands and feet, and the new garden forest under his feet also cheered and screamed, as if cheering for his arrival and sideways glance, All the creatures here, from the smallest Nurglings, to the plague poison frogs, and so on, all laughed in the forest.

   The plague winds blowing through the woods, brought those laughing voices here, gathered around him, and his voice sounded in those voices, "Arise, child."

"Praise your love, my father, and may the corrupt body on the throne be cursed. One day, he will disappear completely, and his body and soul will serve as nourishment for your garden." Typhus stood up with a scythe, and he Standing in front of the throne of flesh and blood, he looked at the person on it with respect.

"What's the matter with your plan? My child." Nurgle cast his eyes on Mortarion. On its illusory face, countless overlapping faces looked together. Sometimes they merged together, and sometimes split into more Many, they are always growing, aging, and rebirth, which allows Nurgle's face to see the appearance of all stages of life at any time.

   Perfectly interprets His existence, life and corruption.

"The sneak attack plan on the stele failed, and Vito organized it." "Oh, may it rest in peace and return to my arms, child, that is a strong life, a tenacious life." "As you instructed, Father of all beings, I shaped it and gave it your mission and responsibility. Although it failed, it also achieved its purpose." "Life will achieve its own purpose."

The loving father whispered on the throne, the wind of plague blew from behind him with words, the hood on Mortarion's face was blown together, his wings fluttered behind him, looking up at the father of all living beings in front of him .

"Yes, father of all, it has achieved its purpose, it has achieved ours, Guilliman is now challenged, he will not refuse my challenge, I will wait for him at Parmenio, where, Build a stage that belongs to his destiny, and the story of Robert Guilliman will end there."

   "This time is a great humiliation to the corpse emperor. I will laugh at it. My legion and my subjects will cheer for that moment, thinking, the defeat of the corpse emperor."

Mortarion gripped the scythe tightly, his weapon slammed into the ground, and the power of the plague was released from under his feet, everything in the garden and forest rustled in the wind, and there were many more cheers.

"Life in the entire universe will celebrate this, my child, you have brought great joy and a great gift." Nurgle said with a smile, its smiling face was composed of countless faces, and they instantly merged into one Together, the real face was faintly revealed behind the dense fog.

  It was a corrupt face, covered with ravines and highly poisonous water, and the Nurglings were jumping happily on the forest-like face, and there was a vicious air in that huge mouth.

"My lord, my troops also brought you a gift." Typhons took a step forward not to be outdone, he was closer to the throne of flesh and blood than Mortarion, as if he was worried that his words would not reach the ears of the ruler middle.

"Ah, of course my child, I saw your gift, the joyful news, the life of a whole planet has returned to the original source of the cycle, I greeted them in the garden, laughed for them, and they, too, cheered for the new life laugh."

   "Go on, my child, and bring the end and cycle for the suffering beings in the universe. I will wait for your news in the garden."

   "As you wish, father of all, I will offer you a gift more precious than the Primarch." Typhons clenched his fists and said affirmatively. Mortarion looked at him and frowned in displeasure.

"Then, let me give you a gift, Kugas, my children." Nurgle raised his hand and called out, his voice turned into a strong wind, blowing into the forest, where the ground Suddenly a fissure opened, and the rock and soil twisted and deformed until a broken arch was formed.

A figure came out from the ground. His huge body almost squirmed away. His huge body was like a mountain range that rose up with the movement of the earth's crust. It was a high mountain full of plague and death. Approached with heavy steps.

He is so huge that his feet have long since lost their use. Tens of thousands of poisonous Nurgle frogs dragged him and crawled out of the crypt. His face was always the same as before, with a smile on his face forever, and his two tongues were sticking The thick mouth flapped, and the larvae in his mouth, which were like pool water, were sprinkled on his body.

   "My father." He said in a low voice, and the voice sounded from countless opened mouths all over his body.

"Kugas, have you completed your task? Have you completed that masterpiece?" Nurgle sat on the throne of flesh and blood and raised his head to ask, his head seemed to fly and split in the mist Come on, in the blink of an eye, countless heads appeared in the mist, bringing countless tonal inquiries.

Those sounds represent all stages of life, newborn, growing and eventually aging, healthy, decaying, sick and finally regenerated. Kugas' ears listened to those sounds, and the thick water constantly overflowed from the eardrums. The Na in his head The ghouls were flushed out, and they fell among the poisonous frogs, where they were jumping and having fun.

   When Kugas spoke, more Nurglings crawled out of those holes in his body, they hung on it, and the common mouth said, "It's done, it's done!"

A potion from the Nurglings was pulled out from Kugas's torn stomach, and they relayed the potions to Kugas one by one. From his children's hands, Take the drug carrier made of skin, "God-killing poison, my father, bear witness for me."

  Nurgle stretched out his ethereal hand, and the fingers made of smoke stretched out, took the potion and opened the bottle, and swallowed a mouthful of it.

Suddenly the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the forest began to degrade. Mortarion looked around at the gardens and woodlands. Their trees quickly withered and degraded. The stars in the sky turned into a sickly black. All the stars were extinguished, and even the earth It seemed to groan.

In the wind of plague, those faces screamed and shattered quickly. They dissipated in the mist and turned into nothingness, but in the end, they reappeared, but they all changed their appearance. All the faces and voices of the father of all living beings before, Everything has changed into a new look.

"Yes, my child, you did it, God Plague, my greatest invention, and pride." Nurgle raised the potion bottle high, Kugas laughed, all the Nurgle spirits on his body, as well as his body All the poisonous frogs below screamed, and they formed a happy movement with different sounds.

Mortarion looked at the stern face, and Kugas was showing off to them that he was favored by his loving father, which made the Plague Lord quite unhappy, and it was commendable. Father agreed.

The two looked at Kugas dissatisfied, and Nurgle laughed. All the eyes on his countless faces looked at the potion bottle at the same time, and followed Mortarion. The plague was delivered to Mortarion.

   "Go, my child, and bring me that lost soul, and I will wait here, in the garden, for his new birth."

"He will join us, he will join us!" The Nurglings cheered together, and in that voice, Mortarion looked at the real face looming behind the mist in front of him, it smiled and torn apart Life that seemed to be the entire universe crawled out of the big mouth.

  The smoke finally engulfed Mortarion. He slowly opened his eyes on his body, and the closed capsule object suddenly opened, and the poisonous mist diffused out from it.

"My lord." Outside the capsule, Nerosius stood aside and greeted, and Mortarion came out. He strode across the bridge hall, and came to the huge hanging window overlooking the planet below. out of their own hands.

   "Let the stage rise."

  (end of this chapter)

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