Chapter 461: Typhus: Mortarion is a traitor, the Grandfather does not

The Blood God's figure disappeared in the dim sky. He promised Erebus help, but the form of this help did not satisfy Erebus very much.

It was indeed a good boost, but it would take some time to reach Planet Hiroshima, where Erebus was located.

Erebus was also unwilling to abandon Planet Hiroshima now to go to the location of that boost.

The planet beneath his feet, after his tempering, sacrifice, and enchantment, had already become a savage and terrifying planetary weapon, with countless demons residing on it, and four Chaos beasts cultivated from four sacrifices entrenched there.

To forge this planet, Erebus had spent most of his accumulations over ten thousand years and consumed a large amount of the gods' blessings.

Even if a Primarch stepped onto this planet and walked into Erebus's trap, they wouldn't get any benefits.

He only needed to wait here, waiting for Saint Doraemon to step onto Planet Hiroshima himself, and he could trap him here.

After that, it was waiting for Lu Se and Typhus to meet and get that thing.

Then he would summon the Fallen Angels scattered throughout the galaxy, gather them together, and lead them here.

With such a large-scale gathering of Fallen Angels, the Dark Angels' Rock fortress would inevitably be attracted, and on the Rock fortress was the thing Erebus needed.

Hmm... after Saint Doraemon was trapped on this planet, he would go and summon the help promised by the Blood God, cooperating with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children warband brought by Lucius to guard this system and resist the Imperial forces coming to the rescue.

In Erebus's view, the difficulty of this plan lay in resisting the subsequent rescue forces of the Empire, resisting the attacks of two Primarchs, and perhaps even considering the Plague God's side...

This required hoping that Lu Se was fast enough. As long as Lu Se could bring back that thing, bring back enough Fallen Angels in time, and attract the Rock fortress, Erebus's plan would be unstoppable. That one would be sent directly back to the past, to the altar, to accept the bloody sacrifice and ascend to godhood in the past.

On the edge of the Eye of Terror, in a surging Warp torrent...

In this twisted, blasphemous domain filled with eerie power, blasphemous swarms of flies drilled back and forth in the Chaos tides, the stench of decay permeated the air, and the ugly Terminus Est lay in the void.

This blasphemous flagship was forged in the Lunar shipyards in the past, its size and power far exceeding its peers, but it was also clumsier and slower.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang bestowed this behemoth upon the Dusk Raiders Legion, and that legion would later have a louder and more cursed name—the Death Guard.

This giant ship was the flagship of the Nurgle Champion Typhus, corrupted by the Grandfather's boundless blasphemous power, transformed into an ugly and twisted appearance, and had committed countless crimes since the Great Heresy, even destroying the Raven Guard's Gloriana-class battleship, the Shadow of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

Now, ten thousand years later, this ship had become even uglier, and the vicious Destroyer Plague was spreading continuously on this blasphemous ship.

The ancient cabins were full of yellowish rust, cracks were filled with rotting, foul-smelling fungi, and the ground was full of pustules and grayish-white membranes born of disease. Every few steps, Lu Se would see a twisted human face fused with the cabin, grinning to reveal their rotten teeth and deformed fangs.

Those were the former crew of the Terminus Est, now trapped and fused with the ship.

Lu Se waved his hand gently, dispelling the flies that tried to dive at him, while the Fallen Angels following him simply swung their swords to kill the giant insects that were as big as human heads.

"Do not be so rough, my brothers."

"These are pets kept by my friend; we are guests."

Lu Se said to the brothers he had gathered again beside him.

In these days, relying on the ability to shuttle and move in the shadows bestowed by that existence, following Erebus's prophecy and the guidance in his own blood, he continuously gathered the Fallen Angels by his side, now reaching the scale of nearly a warband.

Of course, this was far from enough. Half of the legion that once guarded Caliban had been swept into the Chaos tides and scattered throughout the galaxy. According to Erebus's calculations, Lu Se had to gather at least two to three thousand, a legion-scale of Fallen Angels.

Facing Lu Se's reprimand, some of the dozen or so Fallen Angel brothers following him showed dissatisfaction.

"He is your brother, Lu Se, not ours."

A warrior wearing black armor with the mark of the Ravenwing said in a low voice:

"You promised us redemption, you promised to resurrect the Primarch, you promised to wash away the mistakes we made, that is why we follow you."

"I hope what you are doing now has something to do with that."

"Of course, my brother." Lu Se nodded gently, saying in a low voice to this warrior: "Everything is for the Lion, for Caliban."

"We came here to find Caliban's sister."

Caliban's sister? This term caused confusion among all the Fallen Angels present.

Caliban was the homeworld of the Dark Angels; where would a planet get a sister?

But Lu Se just smiled without saying a word, leading the Fallen Angels to the bridge of the Terminus Est.

On the command throne, Lu Se's friend from the Great Crusade era, Typhus of the Fourteenth Legion, was sitting on the bridge.

If he weren't oozing pus all over and his body wasn't swollen with flies and maggots crawling out of him, Lu Se would probably be more willing to embrace him.

And compared to this friend, what attracted Lu Se's attention more was a small planet about the size of a mountain, hovering high above the bridge of the Terminus Est.

But that small planet was alive, composed entirely of the flesh and blood of some unknown creature, beating continuously like a heart.

Lu Se could feel the power within it...

"I really didn't expect that I could see you again, Lu Se." Typhus twisted his head, looked at Lu Se and said: "You look pretty good."

"Typhus, you too..." Lu Se hesitated for a moment: "You don't look so good."

Not only because Typhus was rotting all over, but also because Typhus had some savage wounds and traces of burns on his body.

Typhus's expression twisted suddenly.

That bastard Mortarion, using him as a battle flag was one thing, but actually setting him on fire—too beastly.

"Mortarion betrayed me."

Typhus said dully:

"He used crooked ways to bewitch the Grandfather, making the Grandfather go astray and believe in a cult."

"... Pfft." A few Fallen Angels following Lu Se couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Whether it was Mortarion betraying Typhus or the Grandfather believing in a cult, it was inexplicably funny.

Even Lu Se was a bit silent; he couldn't quite understand Typhus's train of thought.

Mortarion was his father, his Primarch. Typhus condemned Mortarion for betraying him, which Lu Se could understand, as he had done similar stupid things.

But Typhus condemning the Grandfather, condemning the god he believed in for being bewitched by crooked ways and believing in a cult—wasn't that a bit too abstract?

"Let's make a long story short."

Typhus heard the laughter, his tone becoming a bit low:

"I took a great risk coming here. Even if Erebus promised that Tzeentch would cover my destiny, even if the Plague Heart could cover my movements to a certain extent, my risk is still very great."

"This is the Plague Heart; you can take it away."

Typhus pointed to the wriggling flesh planet hovering above his head.

Lu Se's mouth revealed a smile.

Although it was called the Plague Heart, this artifact was not a creation of the Grandfather's great power, but a peculiar creation discovered by the Death Guard on a Daemon World, possessing extraordinary power, but for a long time, even Typhus didn't know what this artifact actually was...

But Lu Se knew the essence of the Plague Heart from Erebus: it was one of the three great artifacts forged by the Old Ones.

The Plague Heart, the Tuchulcha Engine, and the Ouroboros.

The Plague Heart had been discovered by Typhus since the Great Heresy and had always been in his hands.

The Tuchulcha Engine was discovered by the Lion during the Great Heresy and was now on the Rock.

And the Ouroboros... the Ouroboros had always been with the Dark Angels.

The day the three artifacts reunited would be the day of atonement.

Erebus crawled on the altar, feeling the rhythm of the entire planet.

Crystals grew from the ground, twisting and wriggling into eerie labyrinths, and bird-shaped giant beasts composed of broken mirrors crawled continuously.

Plagues spread in the forest, rotting fruits hung on the branches of giant trees, and mushroom-shaped giant beasts roared and spread spores.

The luxurious bedroom was filled with the scent of various medicinal incenses, and obscene giant beasts with bull heads and snake bodies let out seductive moans.

Finally, there was the twisted giant beast with a hundred arms entrenched in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, angrily craving slaughter.

Come quickly... come quickly... my new master.

Erebus kowtowed piously to the Chaos eight-pointed star on the altar.

Now, on the eight-pointed star, four corners were already lit, one corner seemed to be burning and extinguishing, and the other three were still gray and ownerless.

This was largely because the gods were bound to be born in order. This was destiny, this was something that was bound to happen, and all living beings could not stop it from happening.

Corruption and erosion, mindless slaughter, hellish storms, ecstatic perception.

Erosion and destruction, vicious arts, greedy dissolution, indefinite distortion.

The gods all had their order, and the gods all had their place.

But now, the position of erosion and destruction was occupied by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang. He occupied it but never became a god, and the owners of the remaining three positions would never be born.

But now, Erebus had seized this opportunity, seized the opportunity to push the Chaos eight-pointed star to start operating.

Come quickly, come quickly, my new master————

At this moment, Erebus raised his head with great joy.

He felt it; his master had come.

A wooden door, red with a hint of pink, appeared on Planet Hiroshima, but it was quite a distance from Erebus.

The wooden door opened with a click, and a round hand reached out from inside, holding...

"Dang dang dang dang!"

"Earth Destruction Bomb!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 462 =====