On Cadia, the war between Chaos and the Imperium had spread to every corner. Jaghatai Khan led the White Scars Legion, using their characteristic swift strikes to dismantle multiple Chaos forces.
But during one pursuit, the Khan and his elite knights were led into a ruins area filled with poisonous fog. Chagatai ordered his children to stay put, while he went ahead to scout.
The ruins had once been Cadia's training grounds, but were now corrupted into a labyrinth of death. The air was filled with a foul miasma, and the ground was covered in putrid slime.
Jaghatai Khan's motorcycle stopped on a high ground, his sharp gaze penetrating the mist, sensing a powerful aura approaching from ahead.
"Mortarion..." the Khan whispered the name, his voice devoid of fear, only an intrepid anticipation for battle.
In the distance, the decaying The Great Angel Mortarion slowly emerged from the miasma. His figure was enveloped in a mist of stench and disease, his massive scythe, the silence of the harvest, dragged on the ground, creating a grating noise. His two enormous fly wings flapped gently, stirring up corrupted air currents.
"Chagatai..." Mortarion's voice was deep and chilling, like a rotten wind blowing from the abyss, "You shouldn't have come here. This land is now my domain."
Jaghatai Khan drew his power glaive, which gleamed white in the poisonous mist. He rode his combat motorcycle, modified with a jet engine, and chuckled softly, as if in mockery, or perhaps just pure amusement.
"These stenches won't hide your fear, Mortarion. I came here not to die, but to make you regret betraying our father."
Jaghatai Khan revved his engine, and the combat motorcycle shot towards Mortarion like a gale, kicking up dust in the poisonous mist. His glaive sliced through the foul miasma, striking directly at Mortarion's chest with a meteor-like trajectory.
Mortarion raised his scythe to block, and the immense force caused their weapons to collide with a deafening roar. The poisonous mist was torn apart by their clash, and the Khan's speed, like a storm, made Mortarion difficult to track. His combat motorcycle continuously circled Mortarion, sometimes charging swiftly, sometimes braking sharply and turning, each time carrying a deadly gleam of the blade.
However, Mortarion was not without means to retaliate. His every strike carried corrosive plague gas, and where the scythe, the silence of the harvest, passed, even space seemed to be eroded.
His wings flapped, spreading large clouds of poison in all directions, attempting to trap Chagatai's movements.
"Do you think you can escape with just your speed? Everything will come to a standstill, eventually returning to death!" Mortarion roared.
Jaghatai Khan scoffed, and the combat motorcycle suddenly leaped, bursting out of the poisonous cloud.
He flipped in mid-air, his glaive aimed directly at the mask on Mortarion's face. Mortarion swung his scythe, using its handle to block this fatal blow, but the Khan's movements were fluid, instantly withdrawing and thrusting again, tearing a wound in Mortarion's wing.
"Hmph, ten thousand years... I didn't expect you to still be so weak! Let the true Lord of Death, Typhus, duel with me! I don't kill insignificant pawns who have no will of their own and cannot control their own destiny!"
With that one sentence... Mortarion's composure shattered. His expression began to contort hideously,
"Chagatai! WDNMD!"
Mortarion was enraged, and he unleashed an even more powerful plague force. The ground began to dissolve, and the poisonous mist intensified, even Chagatai's motorcycle engine began to make abnormal sounds due to the corrosion.
Jaghatai Khan felt the engine's abnormality and gently patted the fuel tank, as if comforting his comrade.
The smile on his face, however, became even brighter, even with a hint of provocation: "You're getting angry! You're getting angry!"
Mortarion immediately swung his scythe, wanting to chop off Chagatai's chattering head,
"I! Am! Not!"
But Chagatai ducked, laughing loudly: "Classic! So classic! A classic among classics!"
This statement undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Mortarion's scythe, the silence of the harvest, suddenly swung, stirring up a storm of poisonous miasma.
"I'll kill you!!!"
The poisonous cloud, carrying corrosive miasma, surged towards Chagatai like a tide. Jaghatai Khan, however, merely stomped on the motorcycle's accelerator, its wheels spinning rapidly, raising a storm that temporarily dispersed the poison gas.
Jaghatai Khan maneuvered his motorcycle, bursting out of the poisonous miasma like a storm. He weaved flexibly through the pervasive corruption, each sharp turn carrying a gust of wind that forcibly tore open the foul poison gas.
He looked back at Mortarion, who was losing his calm in a fit of rage, and a mocking smirk played on his lips.
"Is that all you've got?"
Chagatai scoffed, "It makes me wonder how you... Oh, right, you didn't resist at all, you were usurped by your own son, and you eagerly ran off to lick Nurgle's ass! Hahahahaha! Isn't that right! First Captain of the Death Guard! Hahahahaha!"
Mortarion roared at these words, his wings suddenly flapping, stirring up large clouds of poison that engulfed the entire ruins. His voice echoed through the mist, as he flapped his wings, chasing Chagatai, who was speeding away on his motorcycle, his voice becoming sharp and furious:
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You f***ing shut up!"
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