Chapter 134 134, Guilliman and Mortarion (Thanks to "Lakehill" For the Reward and Extra Chapter)

Although this was a great victory, the surviving soldiers began to clean up the battlefield and sort out the bodies of their dead comrades after a brief cheer.

Casualties were inevitable. The dead imperial soldiers piled up on the battlefield. Their bodies were dead, their wounds were eroded by the demon plague, and their souls had long been lost.

The broken tank armor was jumping with lightning, and it was completely scrapped.

The doctors saved the imperial soldiers who were eroded by the plague and whispered in pain.

The mortal guards who cleaned the battlefield picked up the double-headed eagle flags scattered in the garden and covering the corpses. These flags will be handed over to the nuns for mending.

Every battle flag is irreplaceable, and every battle flag is the belief of a team. Countless beliefs are gathered together because of the battle flag, and finally create their own culture and fighting philosophy.

Under the guidance of the battle flag, fight to the death and strive to win honor.

The act of mending the battle flag is telling everyone that the will of the predecessors will be inherited by future generations.

All the battle flags will stand forever in the inheritance of human warriors, just like the battle flag of the Sky Eagle of Destiny.

Shivara led the Crusaders composed of nuns and state priests, running on the battlefield that had gained a brief peace. They walked beside the dying,

"May your soul return to the throne."

Using sacred prayers, guiding the destination of every noble soul.

After comforting countless seriously injured soldiers, Shivara sat in a trench a little tiredly. She looked up and looked at the sky lit by flames. The flames of the sky were reflected in her black eyes, eternal and immortal.

"This is the road of salvation given by our Lord."

After a short rest, she stood up and ran again.

Dukeer stood on a tall hill in the garden. He looked into the distance, like a proud tiger, overlooking a vast land where he had just planted the flag of the empire.

He looked at the cruel battlefield that was being cleaned. To this day, there would not be too many expressions on his face.

He didn't need to blame himself. Being able to plant the flag of the Empire in the Kingdom of God with such a small sacrifice was a great victory.

The Doomsday Warriors stood by him, looking up at the back of the Gene Father, with longing and worship in their eyes.

As the descendants of Dukel, the abilities given to them by their genes made them tireless.

Even after nearly a month of non-stop fighting, they were still in high spirits and looked forward to the next war.

But Dukel had no plans to continue advancing for the time being.

The results achieved now have satisfied him. Although the Imperial Legion still has spare strength, it must conserve its energy for the next bigger war.

The Primarch looked up at the sky, waiting for the light belonging to the Emperor to break through the domain.

——"I don't know what's going on with Guilliman."

Dukel thought in his heart.

"Father, the takeaway you ordered has arrived." Suddenly Doom's voice sounded behind him.

"Here we go!"

Dukel responded quickly, and as he took steps, the Doomsday Warriors spontaneously made way.

At the same time, a fighter plane with the aroma of food landed.

The fully armed Sons of the People walked out of the fighter plane first. They carefully observed everything around them. Then, under his command, dozens of mortal servants came down carrying huge incubators.

"Your Highness, I have fulfilled my mission. Your goods have been delivered on time." The Son of the People saluted and said seriously.

"Don't be so cautious, Sons of the People. They are demons, not hungry demons." The aroma of food rushed into his nose, and Duker said jokingly.

"This is a necessary move, Your Highness." The Son of the People looked around carefully and said in a low voice,

"There are hungry people among the masses."

Duker was surprised, "Is there any imperial soldier who can't eat?"

The expeditionary corps saved many worlds and accumulated a lot of resources in continuous victories. Even for mortal servants, he gave the highest standard of treatment in the empire. How could someone not have food?

The price of the food of the Son of the People is not particularly expensive. Is there corruption in the corps?

But then, Dukel denied this speculation. There are more than one million Heart Network members in the fleet. Once discovered, they will be shot directly, and there will be no soil for any corruption to grow.

But this made Dukel more confused. He looked at the other party and waited for his answer.

"It's not hunger. All these sins are derived from the original sin of human nature, greed and gluttony." The voice under the helmet of the Son of the People seemed very dull.

"I have seen with my own eyes that the Star Army fought with close comrades in the past for a box of canned food. I have also witnessed that mortal servants were sent to the infirmary for emergency treatment because of overeating."

After hearing his answer, Dukel was stunned.

Good guy, it turned out to be greedy.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same. As a Primarch, he can't understand what kind of madness those mortals who usually eat starch blocks will reveal after receiving food supplies from the Son of the People.

This is a war against hungry demons - two spots of scarlet flashed on the goggles of the People's Son's helmet, and his eyes were determined.

This is a difficult war, and there is no room for error! .

Duke's army rested on the spot and killed batches of abominable demons that invaded the Imperial Garden.

After a period of time, the plague war in the physical universe gradually came to an end.

On the battlefield, Guilliman saw his brother, Mortarion.

The Regent was immediately furious, waving the Emperor's Greatsword in his hand, and was about to fight to the death with the opponent.

"Father, this is not a wise move!"

The Ultramarines Calgar tried to stop him, but was pushed away by the Regent.

"Get out of the way, I am the Emperor's son of revenge, my armor is protected by my brother, I am far better than before, I will kill Mortarion!"

"Then please remember, Regent, use your sword and armor well, and rely on the power of your father and brother, otherwise you will die."

Seeing Guilliman so persistent, the others had to make way, and someone reminded him.

The Regent nodded, then walked out of the gate and charged towards the enemy alone, in this desolate land.

"Mortarion!" Guilliman roared, "Brother, don't you want to fight me? I'm here!" Mortarion also slowly appeared, with the sound of heavy armored footsteps, the wings of the demon primarch fluttering, staring at the other party with a pair of blind white eyes, "Hello, brother." The demon primarch spoke, and the eerie voice echoed in the burning land. "Don't run away from me, brother!" Guilliman sneered, "I hate to see you flee a second time." In response, Mortarion laughed strangely, "Fulgrim killed you once. Now it's my turn. I love this job." The duel between the two brothers was about to start. At the moment their eyes met, the two who had fought side by side thousands of years ago now only had the pure desire to kill each other. Mortarion waved the scythe weapon in his hand, using the length advantage to take the initiative. Guilliman used the Emperor's Sword to block the attack that seemed to be able to shatter everything. The weapons clashed with a roar, flames and smoke collided with each other, and the poisonous substances were burned out.

"You rely too much on unclean sorcery, Mortarion. You have never been a qualified warrior."

"Your boasting is far from enough." The Lord of Death retorted, "You have always been a disgusting little role model."

Mortarion spread his wings, holding the Silent Scythe in his hand and rushing down, cutting a horrifying wound on Guilliman's chest.

This was an ugly and poisonous scratch, and the Regent's body was instantly blown away.

"Idiot." Mortarion roared,

"Show me, show me my power that far exceeds yours. Your essence is humble and lowly compared to me, but I am..."

Before Mortarion finished speaking, he was hit in the head by the explosives from Guilliman's Hand of Domination. The explosives that shot out covered half of the body of the demon primarch. He raised his hands to protect his eyes, and then turned around in pain.

The Regent took advantage of the situation and launched a fierce attack.

Mortarion cleaned his wet eyes in his blindness and tried to parry his brother's furious attack.

"I thought you would use this sword in a sword duel, as if it symbolized the honor of your status."

"There is no honor in a duel between the two of us, Mortarion!"

"Ah, you are right." said the Daemon Primarch.

Mortarion pretended to dodge the attack and then kicked out.

Guilliman was caught off guard and was kicked several meters away. He fell heavily to the ground, and a broken power line flashed with sparks.

"This contest is really boring. Brother, you are not qualified to challenge me after all."

Guilliman tried to stand up, but was hit by a psychic energy of the Warp and was knocked to the ground again.

"It is disappointing to defeat you easily." said Mortarion.

"No matter how perfect your plan is, you will never be able to face and defeat me when it comes to this part. Never."

Mortarion reached out and grabbed one of the many pendants - it was a small and dirty bottle.

"This is a gift I have carefully prepared for you, a gift from Nurgle. Accept it with joy, and then witness His glory."

"You will never corrupt me!" Guilliman roared.

"Then it will kill you."

Mortarion pressed the unclean liquid into the green syringe. He bent down and injected the needle into Guilliman's neck, which had been wounded by Fulgrim, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

In an instant, Guilliman was panting uncomfortably, and a wave of filth surged in his blood vessels.

"Yes, that's it, brother."

Mortarion laughed, and poisonous gas gushed out of Guilliman's mouth. When the poisonous gas came into contact with the dead body on the ground, it instantly collapsed into a disgusting clot, and the steel was corroded into unrecognizable residual traces.

"Ku'gath told me that this plague is deadly to all of us," said Mortarion. "Now I believe it completely, brother. Look at what it's doing to you."

Guilliman's skin was rapidly turning black, and many parts of his body were deliquescing. The loss of flesh and blood caused the Primarch's head to reveal a white and glowing skull before it completely rotted.

"Don't struggle in vain." Mortarion looked down at him.

"Your pain is just a beginning. If I were you, I would save time and effort. Otherwise, how would you taste it?"

"This disease is the creation of the Sea of ​​Souls. When he succeeds in killing you, your soul will be taken to the Garden of Nurgle. Then use this opportunity to pull the entire Ultramar into the warp."

Just as Mortarion was telling Guilliman this.

On the bridge of the Glory of Macragge, an alarm sounded, followed by panicked shouts,

"The Primarch has fallen!!!"

The news quickly exploded on the command deck.

"Feel it, brother." Mortarion's voice came out of the silence, with a sense of gloating, "Feel the Warp?"

Guilliman roared in pain, his skin seemed to be on fire, his bones seemed to be soaked in glacial water, and his organs seemed to be stabbed by a hundred places. He kept falling, as if falling into an endless darkness.

Pain attacked him on every level, causing every cell in his body to suffer.

"It hurts, right?" Mortarion's voice was humming.

Guilliman tried to dig deep into his body to find a small corner that had not been affected by the pain.

Suddenly, he saw the golden double-headed eagle on his shoulder burning with flames,

"Come here, brother, come here, don't go the wrong way."

In this voice, the flame was leading him.

"Duke, brother? Where is this? I feel pain all over my body." Guilliman screamed in pain.

"I know, I know, brother, bear with it for a while, and then I will pay it back ten thousand times."

"Okay, I am the son of revenge!" Guilliman growled in pain, and under the guidance of the firelight, he came straight to a big door.

This is the door to the throne room.

"Interesting." Mortarion chuckled, he seemed to have seen this scene, "Duke, you took him to see his father? You want your father to protect him now? It's really touching."

Guilliman still endured the pain, he saw the door, and a voice reminded him to open the door. He did so, and then his movements were distorted by the terrifying golden shadow.

When the door opened, light poured in, pure light.

Mortarion, who had been watching this scene, was panting uncomfortably at this moment.