Chapter 380: Savior: Hurry...Bal...It's over!
As the demon head moved, the black mycelium on the wounded body spread to a nearby area three meters away, wriggling continuously.

That was the corrupted Primarch of the XIVth Legion's Death Guard, Death Lord Mortarion.

This Primarch, who grew up in the bitter cold land of Barbarus, was raised by an alien adoptive father, and hated Chaos demons and psionics. Driven by paranoia and jealousy, he studied forbidden technology in greater depth.

Afterwards, Mortarion was stabbed in the back by his brother and father Typhus, so he chose to surrender and completely threw himself into the arms of Nurgle's loving father, and even killed his own Primarch brother.

Mortarion was deeply loved by his loving father Nurgle. Perhaps due to lack of fatherly love or for some other reason, he even did something as filial as competing for favor with Typhus.

After Mortarion joined Chaos, Father Nurgle rewarded him with a Plague Planet.

However, he transformed the Plague Planet into a Barbarusian one, building a fortress on top of a mountain shrouded in poisonous fog and miasma, ruling over the billions of slaves below, just like his former alien foster father, the Barbarus Overlord.

This rebel became the person he once hated the most, and the shadow of the past has never disappeared.

Over the years, Mortarion has stayed on the Plague Planet and almost never went out. Now he has gone to great lengths to use witchcraft and curses to meet his former primarch brothers and talk to them.

This is rare behavior.

Mortarion controlled the mutated corpse. He did not feel threatened by the Regent's anger. There was a hint of teasing in his hoarse and dull voice.

"My noble brother, how did you become like this?"

Mortarion looked at Guilliman, and seeing his dry hair and tired face, he showed a hint of satisfaction.

How he once envied those brothers who were born into a privileged family and were favored, but now they are worse than each other.

Extremely sad.

Even the pearl of Ultramar has been transformed into a body that can only survive with the help of alien machines.

"You too, I didn't expect you to become so ugly, crawling at the feet of the Chaos God..."

The anger in Guilliman’s eyes subsided a little, revealing a hint of grief: “Motarion, have you forgotten that you were once a rebel? Where did your courage and determination go?!
What I see now is nothing but a rotting corpse, a pathetic coward."

Ten thousand years have passed, and the once high-spirited Primarch and his children have lost their ideals and become half-human, half-ghost.

Isn’t this a kind of sadness?

Mortarion seemed to be hurt by Guilliman's eyes and words, and his tone became gloomy and distorted under the ugly breathing mask, like a deep death knell:

"Yes, you look down on me. You all look down on me, the Primarch who was raised by aliens. You were born into a superior family, have never experienced hardship, and do not understand the pain of fate.

You never considered me a brother, not even that cursed hypocrite..."

Suddenly, his words were interrupted by a painful plea.

The voice seemed to be experiencing endless pain and despair: "Motarion, my son, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

Mortarion was rarely furious, and shouted: "Shut up, you alien!"

On the other side, he seemed to have performed some operation, causing the voice to scream even more miserably and blocking the other party's voice.

That was the Overlord Barbarus who enslaved humanity and was also his alien adoptive father.

After Mortarion's fall, he spent a thousand years searching for the soul of his alien adoptive father.

Then the alien adoptive father's soul was preserved in a witchcraft device and tortured with unimaginable terrible diseases and poisons.

Guilliman looked at Mortarion and took a deep breath. "Emperor... Father never..."

Mortarion seemed to have finished dealing with things over there, and turned his attention back here, continuing to control the demon head.

"Father? Are you referring to the tyrant who was corrupted by power and immersed in his own strength?"

The Lord of Death sneered, "That tyrant is so hypocritical. He plotted to murder his son's adoptive father, hoping to make him bow down and serve his power, but then he ignored and abandoned him.

How ridiculous this is! "

He stared at Guilliman and continued:

“What did he do?
He deprived his children of their rights, sat on the throne and did nothing about it, allowing his children to kill each other and never trying to rescue them.

Now it has become a contaminated and deformed object in the subspace, and has become the thing he hates the most.

The outcome he has now is what he deserves.”

Mortarion loathed the Emperor.

After Typhus' betrayal, he and his gene-spawn, the Death Guard, fell into corruption and suffered extreme pain.

At the most painful moment, he returned to Barbarus in a hallucination, climbed to his adoptive father's fortress with difficulty in the heavy poisonous fog, and was then knocked down and on the verge of death.

He relived all the suffering he had experienced, but this time the Emperor would not come to save him.

Maybe I have never been saved.

That was just a lie created by a hypocrite, a tragic drama performed to win him over.

As a rebel, this Death Lord worshipped power all his life, never surrendered, opposed chaos and psionics, and wanted to become the toughest and most unstoppable power in the galaxy.

But the reality proves that he is so cowardly that he can't save anyone.

Even if it’s myself.

So Mortarion collapsed.

In order to relieve the suffering of the Death Guard, he chose to surrender, entrusted his soul to Nurgle, and allowed himself to drift, becoming everything he hated the most.

Now, he has come to accept it all, willing to serve his father Nurgle as he once served the Emperor.

Molitaan controlled the mutant corpse to move forward a few steps, and the black mycelium spread further.

He said dully:

"Perhaps the hypocrite's previous remarks were all false. He deceived everyone. He really liked all of this and wanted the power from the warp.

He longs to become a god and hopes to be worshipped blindly by people. Robert, do you worship this 'god'?"

"You should shut up..."

This distortion and heresy made Guilliman furious, mixed with other emotions.

He ignited the Emperor's Sword, and the sacred flame burned fiercely.

The black mycelium screamed under the burning flames and then withered.

Mortarion seemed to be a little afraid of the Emperor's Sword and took a step back. He couldn't lose this body before he achieved his goal.

His voice became softer, but still horribly hoarse: “Robert, that hypocritical man claimed to be a god, put all the responsibilities on you, and was high and mighty.

But your hard work has no results, just like a clown moving left and right, but without any effect.

The empire will eventually fall..."

"If you're just here to talk nonsense, then this can all end now."

Guilliman swung his sword violently, and the flames swept away most of the black fungal corpses, and even the mutant corpse was half charred.

Mortarion felt a little pain, and more mycelium grew to fill his body:

"You should calm down, and maybe you should be grateful to me, because I came here this time to deliver a very important message to you.

A message from the front..."

In his cold, dull voice, he raised the topic that the Regent was concerned about:
"Your fleet has been surrounded and ambushed in the Hazy Star Region and is facing the danger of capsizing. You have five months to save it all.

Of course, you can also continue to choose to support Baal.

But this will cause the war in the Hazy Segment Domain to collapse, and the surrounded fleets and all areas will be destroyed."

When Guilliman heard the news, he froze in place, his brows tightly furrowed.

This is unknown news.

If the news is true, he will be faced with a painful and difficult decision.

Mortarion admired the Regent's worried look and watched his changes.

Ten thousand years have passed, and he must understand his brother better before he can arrange the next plan to complete the task assigned by his kind father Nurgle.

Humanity is doomed to extinction, Chaos will drag the entire galaxy into the depths of the Warp, and the Gods will feast on the souls of every species.

But before that, they must capture more territory, otherwise those soul-filled lands will become the kingdoms of other chaotic beings.

Father Nurgle paid more attention to the next erosion plan.

So he, the blessed and favored one, must also take it more seriously.

Mortarion came here this time to give Guilliman a choice, wanting to see what his inclination would be under various factors.

Especially his attitude towards the Primarch of Hope, the Demon Eater.

This is crucial.

That will determine whether the next plan will involve the Primarch of Hope.

Among the Chaos coalition that besieged the expeditionary fleet, there were no darlings of Nurgle.

Those beings attempt to leave the loving father behind and enjoy the tempting cake alone, but such behavior is obviously not allowed.

Fortunately, the loving father already has a more perfect plan.

If the plan succeeds, the profits that can be obtained will be enough to make other Chaos Evil Gods jealous.

"You may not believe it, but that is the truth. Perhaps you will receive news soon..."

Mortarion raised his hand and projected a picture.

The picture shows a battle group of the Second Fleet of the Indomitable Crusade. These ships are wailing under the attack of the Chaos Alliance, and one ship after another is destroyed.

More planets are already filled with flames, and humanity has been twisted into an even more tragic appearance under the ravages of the Chaos Demons.

He felt more comfortable as he looked at the painful expression on the Regent's face.

"Robert, we all know that it is a difficult decision..."

Mortarion calmly told the cruel truth:
“The battle situation in both Baal and the Misty Star Region is critical, but given the current time, you can only choose one place to save.

Perhaps giving up Baal and the Primarch of Hope would be a better choice.

Because the overall battle situation in the Misty Star Region is more important, and it involves more planets and human lives..."

As the Death Lord spoke, he was about to project the scene of the tragic battle in the Baal galaxy to add heavy weight to the other option.

This would further stimulate the Regent and force him into a more painful and difficult decision.

Not long ago, Mortarion spent a great deal of sorcery to send a special rot fly to Baal, trying to use it to observe Baal's situation.

"The situation in Baal may be even worse. We all know how terrible those Tyranids are. Maybe that place is on the brink of destruction."

He received the image with great anticipation and projected it, thus appreciating the regent's painful expression:
"Look, humans are wailing under the huge mouth of the Tyranid alien..." However, the picture flashed for less than one thousandth of a second and was quickly extinguished.

"impossible……"

Mortarion quickly turned off the projection screen, and the ugly demon head he was controlling couldn't help but be shocked, with its eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

Is that still Barr?

Could it be that the intelligence was wrong and there was no war there? But what about the victory celebration?

The Lord of Death fell into confusion as he looked at the joyous and festive scenes conveyed by the rot flies and the huge celebratory statues.

He wondered if he had seen it wrong, and looked again with the help of a rot fly.

Finally he admitted the fact.

The changes in Baal were tremendous. People were preparing celebrations for the victory of the war, and there were many things and rituals that he couldn't understand.

Then, the Rot Fly hit some kind of energy with a snap.

Completely reduced to ashes.

The mutated corpse controlled by Mortarion seemed to be still, and fell into deep silence.

Perhaps he had stayed on the Plague Planet for too long, or perhaps the galaxy was changing too fast and he could not keep up.

Now, the Death Lord felt embarrassed.

The decision I carefully planned became a complete joke and had no effect at all.

The war in Baal ended long ago, and there was no need for the Regent to go there to provide support.

In the awkward atmosphere and Guilliman's puzzled look, Mortarion said dryly:
"You don't have to go to Barr."

Then, the black mycelium on the mutated corpse quickly shrank, and the demon head withered in an instant.

The entire body lost control and fell to the ground.

The Death Lord is offline.

There is no point in staying here anymore.

The date given by Father Nurgle is approaching, and he must hurry to collect more intelligence and re-evaluate the entire plan.

In particular, we hope that the Primarch will have an impact on the plan.

Maybe the whole plan needs to be adjusted drastically!
"No need to go to Barr?"

Guilliman was somewhat puzzled by the sudden departure of his fallen brother.

He recalled the other party's changes and thought: "Could it be that the war in Baal has ended, or has the moment of victory come?"

But that is obviously unlikely.

And everything Mortarion just did might have been pretended, just to deceive himself and delay the battle with Baal.

The regent had been deceived and framed too many times by his fallen brothers and chaos demons, and he had become instinctively wary.

He would not make a hasty judgment before receiving accurate information.

Guilliman called Felix and ordered him to keep an eye out for information about the Second Fleet of the Indomitable Crusade, then turned and walked towards the sanctuary area.

He needed more time to think about this.

……

Nine hours later.

Regent Sanctuary, Office.

Felix glanced at the Regent with concern, but he did not dare to make any sound so as not to disturb that being's thinking.

Just now, the Regent received a request for help from the Second Fleet of the Indomitable Crusade.

They sacrificed many astropaths to send this valuable message for help here.

The fact is just as the Fallen Primarch said, the Second Fleet was trapped in the siege and attack of the Chaos Alliance. Under the fierce attack of Chaos, the front line was shrinking step by step.

If no support is received within five months, the entire fleet's line will be completely defeated, leading to an even greater defeat.

Guilliman sat at his desk, his brows revealing deep anxiety and fatigue.

He was faced with a difficult decision.

Should we continue to Baal, or go to the Misty Star Region for support?

No matter which one he chooses, it means that he has personally abandoned countless lives of the other party.

Let them die.

That's not a good feeling.

And he doesn't have much time left.

According to the calculation of the route, after one standard Terra hour, the fleet will arrive at a junction of the Warp, where there will be the only opportunity to turn to the Obscure Segmentum.

It was also difficult to make other adjustments to the fleet within the warp, and he had to make the final choice during this period.

Finally, Guilliman made a rational decision and the fleet would head for Baal.

Based on the analysis of data from both sides, Baal and the Primarch of Hope are more important to the Empire, and those rampant Tyranids must also be contained, otherwise they will threaten Holy Terra.

Except rationality.

The regent had to admit that in his heart he wanted to save his struggling brother.

After Guilliman gave the order to go to Baal, he closed his eyes tiredly.

War always involves difficult decisions.

I have killed countless people in the name of glory and given up on too many people, time and time again.

He can only try to make all the sacrifices worthwhile.

Suddenly, the communication machine not far away suddenly lit up and made a rustling sound.

After seeing the information on the control panel, Guilliman ran over as fast as he could to turn it on.

Because that communication was sent by Brother Ron!

The regent was in a very nervous mood and was more concerned about the war situation in Bal.

hum~
The image of the Primarch of Hope's bust was projected into the air, but due to signal interference it was blurry and distorted.

But he could clearly hear some kind of roar and vibration over there, and there was thick smoke covering his body. It was obviously a battlefield!
Time is precious.

Guilliman asked without any greetings, "Rowen, given Baal's situation, do you need support?"

in the image.

Ron seemed to be in some kind of pain. He stared at the projection device with a frown on his face. "Hello, hello, hello. I can't hear you. The signal is a bit bad..."

After that, his voice was intermittent:

"Brother Ji, the war over there is almost over!"

During this period, accompanied by some kind of roar and vibration, there were also screams of many Space Marines.

Guilliman could distinguish the voices of the Custodes he knew among them. Even the Custodes were involved in the battle, and it was so brutal.

Bal's situation might be worse than he thought!
The regent's heart tightened, and he said anxiously: "Ron, you must hold on, I will be able to reach Bal in three days!"

At this time, Ron seemed to have heard something and smiled.

However, before he could continue speaking, the signal was cut off and the office fell into silence again.

At this time the ship shook again, as if it had encountered some obstacle, and the warning indicated that it was a Chaos attack.

"Chaos heresy!"

Guilliman gritted his teeth, his whole body emitting thunderous rage, he suddenly drew out the Emperor's Sword and walked out.

Anyone who dares to hinder his journey to Baal will be unforgivable!
The Regent led the warriors to fight in anger and clear out the Chaos Demons. The entire fleet was also in a precarious situation and was struggling to move towards the area of ​​Baal.

This time, he will definitely not be late!

……

Meanwhile, Barr.

bang——

Amid the roar and vibration, champagne bubbles spurted out.

This is a health spa center of the Savior, where the Savior leads many adults to recuperate.

The servants were opening champagne, then pouring the precious wine into crystal glasses and serving them to the gentlemen.

A servant bowed quietly and gently placed a glass of champagne on the table next to the Savior.

He did not dare to disturb this great being because the other party was conducting important communications.

Ron was lying on an alloy iron chair, the mist almost completely obstructing his body, and a communication machine was floating in front of him.

Just now, the communications department finally contacted Regent Guilliman and transferred the signal over immediately.

At this moment, Guilliman's image was projected in the air. He looked as tired as ever. His mouth was open as if he said something, but no sound came out.

At this time, the roar appeared again.

The huge force coming from the soles of his feet made Ron feel painful, and he frowned immediately: "Hiss~ Hey, hey, hey, I can't hear you, the signal is a bit bad..."

The communication module's sound system seems to be interfered with.

"What a lousy communication!"

The savior was quite helpless, but the opportunity to contact was precious.

He took every opportunity to explain Barr's current situation, but the signal was still intermittent:

"Brother Guilliman, how is the situation over there? The war in Baal was won and the city has been restored and rebuilt. If you have nothing urgent to do, come and join the victory celebration as soon as possible.

This will not waste your time, but will help the overall battle situation. We have recently discovered new long-distance web routes that can reach major star regions faster.

I'll give you a high speed then...

Hiss, it hurts, come here quickly, or we'll run out of champagne!"

(End of this chapter)