Chapter 610: War on the Gothic Sky (XIV) Nathaniel's Choice

In between dreams and wakefulness, on the Endurance far outside the Gothic Galaxy, Mortarion seemed to feel some kind of call, and entered a state of meditation under the gaze of many Chaos Lords.

"Let him die!"

"Let him die!"

Waves of shouts came from under his feet. Mortarion looked around in a trance, and his turbid pupils shrank slightly in an instant.

"Stop shooting!" He was still familiar with everything in front of him, but his body had already made his own voice.

The necrotic nerves on his face were pulling his muscles. He looked at the back of his hand that was raised and clenched into a fist, and the mottled mirror there vaguely reflected a twisted smile.

"Where is this?"

Mortarion thought subconsciously, and his memory opened to him like a tattered and corrupted book.

"Oh... Marquez?"

He thought hesitantly, and then was tortured by another question-why am I here?

However, questions don't always have answers. At the moment when he issued the order, a voice that made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart had already provoked him with an anxious attitude.

"Why! Why order a ceasefire!"

"Tyfon...s? Aren't you dead?" Mortarion slowly turned his neck, and the muscles wrapped around his spine were as stiff as steel wire.

And as if he didn't hear his question, this guy who had appeared by his side since Barbarus once again challenged his authority in front of all the legion soldiers, just like the countless times he had offended him in the past.

"Do you want me to ask again? Why! Stop! Fire!"

The source of the voice was still relentless, but what Mortarion saw was only a blurry image.

The mosaic-like shadows, almost only the voice could allow Mortarion to confirm his identity. What made Mortarion feel extremely uneasy was that even though he was very close to him, he could not feel any of his characteristics except his voice:

It was like... it was like being interfered with and erased by some extra force...

But who was it?

Who could have brought this rebellious and flamboyant guy to such a fate, even the traces of his existence were traced and erased?

You know, it was this guy in front of him, but he had always claimed in front of him, even in front of all the legion soldiers, that he was the true chosen one of the God of Decay.

And the reason why Mortarion was afraid was that behind this arrogant and rebellious speech, there was actually a certain truth hidden in a sense.

Who was it?

Wait, why did I say the end?

Mortarion's brain was as confused as his soul, and the disordered memories seemed like countless fleeting Nurglings, screaming and shouting, and then disappearing in an instant before he could catch them, which made him clueless for a while.

But the roar of the legionnaires under his feet and the provocation of Typhons beside him were endless, making him feel more and more irritable. He almost ran away, roughly clearing the information in his brain, and then focusing on checking the current memory.

"Because I want to!" Mortarion answered Typhons with this sentence, and although the captain of the First Company wanted to continue to argue, he just waved his arm, forcibly suppressed the contradiction, and locked his eyes firmly on the figure on the ground.

That gray figure.

"Motarion!"

Galvin watched Garro running, under the tall and broken mountain wall of Marx, his roar penetrated the clouds, like a giant running towards the sun.

The Death Guards in front of the fortress stopped when they heard the sound. Although they had different positions, no one was willing to stop the figure, and the order of the Primarch just fell, so these people enslaved by the God of Decay also had a moment of clarity.

"Motarion! In the name of Terra and the Holy Emperor, I challenge you, the traitor!"

Garro ran and roared, as if he had been waiting for this moment all his life since he responded to the Emperor's call and became a glorious Astartes warrior.

Whether he was selected and assigned to such a legion, with the return of Mortarion, the Barbarus gradually marginalized the Terrans in the legion and deliberately consumed them on the battlefield; or Typhons, under Mortarion's deliberate connivance, constantly used words to test and disintegrate his loyalty to Terra.

He had been patient and watched.

Until those familiar faces left, until a shameful betrayal on Isstvan III, he really had no expectations for Mortarion.

And this time, he wanted to seek a relief for himself, and even more so for all the Terrans abandoned by Mortarion.

He walked out of Marcus's fortress alone and challenged Mortarion. Although this seems crazy to Calvin, it is still understandable.

Calvin does not know what happened to Garro in the original timeline, but he silently sends his power of order here as much as possible, hoping to protect Garro for a short time before he actually faces Mortarion.

"Traitor?" Mortarion looked down at him, chewing on the latest title given to him by Garro. At this moment, he already vaguely knew Horus's final failure, but when the former captain of the Seventh Company reprimanded him, although he no longer believed as firmly as before, he still would not frankly admit his mistakes.

Frankness, that has never been a quality he possesses.

After nearly ten thousand years of erosion, the God of Decay has subverted his once ordinary cognition from the bones.

"Betrayal, so what?" Mortarion said to himself mockingly, but this was completely inconsistent with his words ten thousand years ago, which surprised Typhons beside him.

This was not his answer when he was in Marcus, this was Mortarion's true understanding of himself after ten thousand years.

But this was also his flaw, because whether it was the former Fourteenth Legion or the current Death Guard.

The tacit understanding shared by all his Chaos Lords and the consensus of maintaining the Legion did not allow him to say this openly.

After he and Calvin started a conceptual war over the "Unbroken", he should not have said the words of trampling on the oath.

Oathbreaker, this is the conclusion of Mortarion and the Death Guard Legion after Garro's death, and it is also the proof that they have always believed that they have not betrayed their oath!

But when Mortarion personally admitted that betrayal, his curse on Garro, and the oath made by all the legion commanders because of this curse, also showed a trace of correction after being distorted for ten thousand years!

"That's it!" Calvin instantly caught this looseness, and even used this little trace to push the timeline in the information forward again.

He can already see the end of that timeline, which is the real birthplace of the "Unbroken". But the decisive battle that is about to happen makes him force himself to suppress his eagerness and wait.

Although, this is already a story with a doomed ending;

Although, all this is just a reflection of the past.

But Garro's qualities made Calvin feel that he deserved this support.

More importantly, he wanted to see if he could do something for this warrior who was loyal to the Emperor and himself from beginning to end when this drama really came to an end.

"Would you like a drink?"

When Calvin pulled himself out of his thoughts, what he heard and saw was this scene:

Motarion, who was as tall as a demigod, was showing his heartbreaking depravity in front of Garro.

And facing Mortarion's outstretched hand and the poisoned wine in his hand that symbolized the last retention, Nathaniel Garro, the former Dusk Raider, the son of Albia and Terra, the captain of the Seventh Company of the Death Guard, and the last Ranger Knight, resolutely reached out to take the wine glass in Mortarion's expectant eyes, and then threw it to the ground!

"Children of the Emperor, do not drink with traitors!"

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