Chapter 59: Chaos Takes Action
Just as Mortarion was about to agree, that scene suddenly reappeared in his mind. As soon as the Emperor boarded the ship, the Primarch began to slaughter the Emperor's other children, eventually forced to agree to all conditions.
This moment, just like that moment!
Mortarion shivered all over and quickly said, "You must guard the Warmaster well. He hasn't been in good shape lately! If anything goes wrong, you'll pay for it!"
Typhon sighed, turned, and left, completely ignoring what the other party said afterward.
When Fulgrim said the weapon's location was in the Eye of Terror, Mortarion frowned slightly but didn't say anything.
And Typhon in the distance heard it too.
The repaired Steadfast and the Emperor's Pride soon arrived near the Eye of Terror.
The Eye of Terror, as its name suggests, looked like a ferocious, glowing giant eye, shining in the vast galaxy like an evil gem embedded in a corner of the star system.
"Are you sure it's here?" Mortarion asked again. He always felt uneasy, as if danger was coming from here.
"That's right! This used to be a place where the Aeldari lived, and all the weapons are in a world within it. We'll be there in a moment," Fulgrim replied.
Fulgrim's voice became increasingly neutral, and if one listened carefully, there was even a slight tremor.
Mortarion frowned but still said nothing. He always felt as if a pair of eyes was watching him.
When the two battleships flew into it, from a distance, it looked like a large mouth swallowing two small grains of sand. Countless roars and whispers appeared in the battleships, indistinguishable by gender or whether they were expressions of pain or pleasure.
Upon entering, they encountered various strange planets. There were planets covered in huge cracks, constantly flashing with eerie, chaotic energy.
There were planets covered in massive crystal structures, each crystal containing powerful psychic energy. And there was another that was just ruins, but from beneath the ruins came constant, low wails.
But soon, they arrived at the Crone World of Iydris, which, despite its dense forests and grasslands, now appeared even more bizarre.
They didn't explore other areas but directly piloted their battleships toward an ancient Aeldari castle above, named Amon Nyshak Kaelis.
The castle walls soared into the clouds, as if they were the surface of a beloved gem polished by a skilled jeweler. The castle walls emitted a soft, green glow, and oddly shaped towers rose from the battlements, resembling the organic growth of coral.
Many wide, tall, and leaf-shaped portals led into the castle's interior, their outer edges carved with strange glyphs.
Before entering the castle, Fulgrim handed Mortarion a red gem. Although he had given him gifts before, giving one at this moment felt somewhat eerie.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Mortarion asked.
Fulgrim chuckled. "What else? I think you're cute. Aside from being a bit smelly, you're acceptable."
The Death Guard fell silent.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
Pushing open the heavy door, a rotten smell wafted out, and it was pitch black inside.
After sending people in for a quick sweep, the two legions slowly emerged into the castle, which was filled with strange armored statues, and the walls were adorned with paintings depicting various Aeldari beings constantly indulging in their desires.
As they all arrived in the hall on the first floor, they heard a buzzing sound.
Clang! Clang!
"This is bad! All the gates are closed! It's an ambush!" shouted a Death Guard standing at the rear.
Mortarion looked at Fulgrim, who simultaneously looked back at him and yelled, "Be on guard! I didn't know about this either!"
"Look! All the statues here have come to life!" Fulgrim shouted, pointing.
Following the direction of Fulgrim's finger, all the statues around them began to move, shedding thick dust to reveal their original forms. Their surfaces were studded with shimmering gems and xenos symbols, and they carried smooth, featureless heads on seemingly fragile, broad shoulders.
"Expel! Expel! Expel!" the guardians chanted.
Clang, clang, clang.
The army of statue guardians awoke from the castle's shadows, surging forth like a torrent from the depths of hell, launching a fierce attack on the Emperor's Children and the Death Guard.
The guardians, like phantoms, moved erratically, their weapons flashing with black light, constantly carving bone-deep scars into the Death Guard. The Emperor's Children quickly deployed their tactical formations, using their flexible mobility and precise shooting to try and create an opening in the torrent of guardian forces.
The Death Guard, meanwhile, acted like super durable meat shields, constantly fending off the enemy's attacks. But facing the endless stream of statue guardians, they were clearly struggling.
Fortunately, Fulgrim and Mortarion were there. With their combined efforts, countless guardians were beheaded. This greatly boosted the confidence of the warriors of both legions, who roared in frenzy.
Soon, they formed a solid formation, constantly resisting the enemy while breaking out of the encirclement.
Just at this moment of steady progress, Fulgrim suddenly broke away from them and ran towards a room in the corner.
"Fulgrim! What are you doing! You won't monopolize that weapon!" Mortarion roared furiously, seeing this.
He had lost so many of his sons, and to gain nothing in the end was absolutely unacceptable. Thinking this, Mortarion also rushed forward quickly, knocking aside all the guardians in his path, heedless of anything else.
The legion's warriors had no choice but to follow Mortarion's direction, constantly moving to maintain their formation.
The moment Mortarion rushed inside, there was a bang! The door slammed shut.
The world instantly became quiet.
Then Mortarion saw Fulgrim standing in the center of the room, with a circular magic array drawn on the floor.
"Where's the weapon! Where did you hide the weapon? You really did want to keep it all to yourself!" Mortarion shouted. "You just brought me here to help you fend off the statues!"
Mortarion roared in anger, staring intently at the other party, his hands tightly gripping a huge power scythe. He seemed ready to strike at any moment.
"No, no, no! My dear brother Mortarion, there are no weapons here at all," Fulgrim said.
"Hahahaha! Your arrival is very important, my dear brother. You will witness the phoenix's rebirth here! I will become perfect! I will gain unparalleled pleasure! Hahahaha!"
Finally! Finally! Fulgrim no longer suppressed the stirring within him. He was laughing maniacally, completely lost in a frenzy, his eyes bloodshot. His entire body bent backward one hundred eighty degrees.
As his power armor fell away, it revealed the incredibly grotesque form beneath, like a rose entangled with thorns.
Just as Mortarion was about to leave angrily, the red gem on his body suddenly shone with an intense light. A terrifying suction emanated from the gem, as if Mortarion's soul was about to be drawn away by it.
"Fulgrim! Stop it! We are brothers!" Mortarion cried out.
Mortarion felt as if his strength had been instantly drained, and he collapsed to the ground in terror.
"Hahahaha! This is the feeling! This is the feeling!" Fulgrim shouted ecstatically. "Ah, ah, hiss, I'm ascending! Ah! I'm rising! Pleasure! Pleasure! This is the ultimate pleasure! Hahahaha!"
Fulgrim twisted his body wildly, constantly striking strange poses and frequently stretching his limbs towards the sky, his intensely fervent gaze fixed upon him. His body writhed in a hallucinatory manner, and countless shadows of purple demons observed the ritual.
Mortarion lay on the ground, incredibly weak. He could feel his life ebbing away, and at that moment, how he wished for life to stand still.
Bang!
The door was blasted open by ferocious firepower, and Typhon, the First Company Captain of the Death Guard, appeared.
"Primarch! Are you alright!" Typhon called out.
Typhon looked anxiously at Mortarion. He immediately saw that the red gem in his embrace was problematic, and at this point, he no longer cared if the Primarch could endure it. He raised his plasma gun and fired at Mortarion's chest.
Bang! The gem shattered instantly.
Boom!
Mortarion's body rapidly recovered, and he raised his scythe, slashing at Fulgrim, roaring with immense ferocity. "Die! Fulgrim!"
At this moment, Fulgrim seemed to have been waiting for this exact moment, his eyes filled with fanaticism and lust.
Splat!
As the scythe descended, Fulgrim's entire body was split in two.
"Ugh ah," Fulgrim let out a final low growl, as if that single scythe stroke had sent him to climax.
Rumble!
An even larger purple figure detached from the flesh, and Fulgrim transformed into a giant serpentine creature with four arms. He gently caressed his new body, as if each light touch brought immense pleasure, and he couldn't help but embrace himself, letting out a long, drawn-out moan.
When he looked at Mortarion again, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and he spoke in a voice that was neither male nor female. "I originally intended to find Perturabo, but I simply couldn't resist," he said.
"My dear brother Mortarion, we shall meet again."
With that, Fulgrim waved his hand, and all of the Emperor's Children disappeared with him into a mass of Warp energy.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Mortarion roared. "I will kill you! Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Mortarion roared frantically, but his body slumped powerlessly to the ground.
"Primarch! Let's go! The brothers won't last much longer!" Typhon shouted.
Typhon, equally furious, dragged the heavily wounded Mortarion, leading the Death Guard in a desperate charge outwards.
[End of Chapter]