Chapter 611: War on the Gothic Starry Sky (XV) Ten Thousand Years, Two Reflections
"This is your choice!" the fallen demon primarch roared.
No matter how many times he experienced it, this betrayal from his own gene son was still shameful to him.
Unlike the memory of the past, when Garro threw his last retention to the ground, the anger that came out of his bones made Mortarion instantly break through a certain boundary and truly take over this body from the past.
The sharp blade was unsheathed, and Mortarion didn't need Garro's introduction this time to know that its name was "freedom".
This two-handed broadsword that once belonged to mortals was fortunate to be selected by the technical sergeants of the Astartes because of its super-standard shape. Under the effect of the decomposition force field attached to the sword spine later, it was rejuvenated again in the era of interstellar war.
But it still couldn't stop a gene primarch, whether it was Mortarion or any of his nineteen brothers.
The thick handle of the war sickle fell into his hand, and then was bitten by the thread inside the bronze gauntlet.
The narrow but wide blade vibrated and hissed as it clenched the air around it because of the huge power of the giant hand.
And this time, he was determined not to give Garo any time to perform!
Bang!
The afterimage was still there, and the real body of Silence had already fallen in a vicious arc. The Sword of Freedom in Garo's hand only had time to parry upwards, but the chisel of Silence that fell from the sky moved forward at the moment of collision with the blade!
Freedom was pushed by the huge power of Silence, and with the scream of the sword spine and the drag of the electromagnetic muscle bundle, it slammed into the chest of the power armor!
And the blade of Silence itself staggered from the sword spine amid the scraping sound of steel grinding, and then fiercely cut the raised folds of the shoulder armor on both sides, and then wedged into the imperial golden eagle on the breastplate!
Boom!
The heavy body of the Astartes captain seemed to have no weight. At this encounter, he flew in the direction he came from like a meteor. Even the stone columns under the gable of the fortress were knocked down by Garro, causing a chain of collapse.
But Mortarion still couldn't be satisfied with this blow, because... he didn't die.
He didn't die.
Although this blow had been prepared in advance, in the psychic vision of the fallen primarch, the life signal of the captain of the seventh company was still conspicuous enough among the broken columns and rubble.
That damn woman, as in the past, first wrapped her power around Garro. And this almost deliberate fatal blow of his own, ultimately failed to end Garro's life.
"…………" Typhons stood on the battleship in the air, wanting to say something, but finally chose to remain silent.
But before he could make up his mind, whether to take this opportunity to show Mortarion his face again, the Death Guards who came to watch the battle on the battlefield around the fortress under his feet had already begun to celebrate.
"Million victory!"
"Million victory!"
"Million victory!"
Thousands of Death Guards were still surrounding them, cheering for their commander, but they didn't know that this deafening cheering sound would only make Mortarion more embarrassed!
The soldiers of the Legion were all around him, and the blow he had deliberately exerted to kill him looked even uglier in front of everyone.
And if such a failure were to be passed on to Horus... No, it had already been passed on!
Mortarion felt his blood vessels beating, and the pitch-black, sticky blood in his withered heart was pumping vigorously just like before he threw himself into Chaos!
A ray of unnatural blood color appeared on his withered face, and as if knowing his embarrassment at the moment, the failure of Marquez also flooded out from the depths of his memory like a flood!
He failed!
Not only did he fail to catch the woman named Qile, but he also failed to persuade his own battle captain, Garo.
Even on the land of Marcus, in front of all the fleet members and legion soldiers, he was stabbed in the throat by Garro with a broken sword when he was dying!
"Ah! Damn it!" Mortarion roared in a low voice, and the anger and shame that overflowed wildly to the point of being almost substantial caused the power of the warp to produce obscure fluctuations.
Typhons, who was still ready to mock, finally realized that something was wrong and decisively chose to shut up.
In a sense, he can indeed be said to be the one who knows Mortarion best.
And his arrogance is precisely based on this understanding of Mortarion, so that he can always step on the cordon of the Primarch and still be alive and kicking.
While Mortarion was struggling, not knowing whether to take the initiative to step forward and end Garro, Nathaniel Garro stood up again with a sound of rubble breaking.
"Come!"
In Mortarion's cold and hateful eyes, Garro was holding up his freedom and inviting him to a duel again!
"He hurt me!"
"He hurt me!"
In the midst of Typhons's doubts and confusion, Mortarion muttered words that only he understood, flapped his wings behind him with unprecedented strength, and flew up, then rushed towards Garro from above!
The power bestowed on him by the God of Decay allowed him to break through the constraints of physical rules in reality.
That rusty body accelerated to an incredible speed in a short dive!
The atmosphere was exploding!
Where Mortarion passed, there were even more air rings in the air!
The long blade of annihilation was first lifted lightly in Mortarion's hand, swinging dense air blades forward as if it had no weight;
After being blessed with even more terrifying power, it passed that stage, but when it approached Garro, it was lifted lightly and fell slowly and unstoppably as if the space was frozen!
"Danger!" Calvin noticed Mortarion's abnormality at the first time, and saw the gathering power of the subspace from the tattered and holed insect wings!
In this state, Mortarion's powerful attack was not even sure that he could take it head-on!
Garro, who was already at low health, and Qile, the living saint who was still version 1.0, should not expect the "God Emperor" who had not even fully awakened himself to protect him from such a blow!
Help is needed!
But the power he could project had already been sent out, and it was now condensed in Garro's hands, ready to make the final blow to Mortarion!
Calvin subconsciously searched in his soul, trying to find something that could build a fulcrum that could withstand his power in this distant timeline!
But whether it was the Imperial Truth or the blessing of Hyperion, or even the soul connection of the War Council, they were not applicable to the current scene!
There must be something else! There must be!
Calvin searched anxiously until his eyes accidentally swept across his soul again and saw the figure that had been silent in the corner.
That was his memory as a Death Guard in another timeline, and in a sense, it was also a reflection and trace of his soul.
He had his own consciousness, even if his existence, after the souls returned to one, had always been an illusion;
He was also worthy of Calvin's respect, because that was also a manifestation of his other side.
So. "Are you going?"
He asked him, and the answer he got was as expected.
"Is it worth it?" Calvin, who got a positive answer, hesitated a little.
Because this is a one-way ticket. Once he goes, it means that he will be completely inseparable from Garo's reflection and will stay forever in that solidified time.
"Worth it!" Calvin, who is also the son of Terra and the Dusk Raider, nodded and proved himself with their unique tenacity and silence.
"Okay!" At this point, Calvin no longer hesitated.
He pulled his will out of his soul and contacted Garo.
This is the second problem, because Calvin originally planned to be a spectator on the sidelines.
And when the situation develops to the point where he needs to participate deeply, he must first obtain the consent of the owner here!
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