"Go away!"

Mortarion's roar exploded on the battlefield like thunder, and he swung his scythe down suddenly. The power of the plague exploded in the air, forming a rotten whirlwind that rushed straight towards Typhon.

Typhons, the Death Guard commander who once fought alongside him, has now been completely devoured by Nurgle's corruption and become a walking corpse.

His body was defenseless against Mortarion's scythe, his rotting armor tore like paper, and pus and rotten flesh gushed from his wounds.

There was a flash of disbelief in Typhons' eyes, and a shrill scream came from his throat: "Motarion! You... you dare to betray Nurgle!"

"betray?"

Mortarion's voice was cold and hoarse, his eyes burning with anger and determination, "I have never truly belonged to him from the beginning to the end! And you, Typhons, you are hopeless!"

The sickle was swung down again, and Typhon's body completely disintegrated under the power of the plague, turning into a pool of smelly pus and spilling on the ground.

Mortarion stood there, his breathing heavy and rapid, the scythe in his hand trembling slightly.

He knew that killing Typhons would mean that he would completely break with Nurgle, and Nurgle's punishment would surely follow.

Sure enough, at the moment when Typhons' body disappeared, Mortarion's body trembled violently.

A sharp pain erupted from his body, as if countless insects were gnawing at his flesh.

His skin began to rot rapidly, pustules spread across his body, and pus oozed from his wounds, dripping onto the ground with a harsh corrosive sound.

His armour began to crumble under the power of the plague, and signs of decay spread rapidly, as if his body was being consumed from within by the power of Nurgle.

"what!"

Mortarion roared in agony, his body buckling in pain, but his gaze remained steadfast.

He raised his head and looked at the Death Guard warriors around him who were corrupted by Nurgle.

Their eyes were filled with confusion and fear, as if they were struggling between the power of Nurgle and the call of Mortarion.

"Warriors!" Mortarion's voice was hoarse and low, but full of power. "Listen to me! We were once loyal sons of the Emperor, and we fought for the future of mankind! The power of Nurgle has corrupted our bodies, but our souls still belong to the Empire! Return to the Emperor's arms and get rid of this endless corruption!"

His words echoed across the battlefield, like a stream of fresh water flowing into the plague-ravaged land.

There was a gleam of hesitation in the eyes of some Death Guard warriors, and their bodies trembled slightly, as if trying to break free from Nurgle's control.

However, the power of Nurgle did not stop there. Green mist rose from the ground and coiled around the bodies of the Death Guard warriors like poisonous snakes.

The mist was filled with whispers and curses, attempting to completely devour their will.

Those warriors who had just been shaken were once again controlled by the power of the plague, and the light of chaos rekindled in their eyes.

"Do not……!"

Mortarion's voice was filled with despair and anger. He knew that he was powerless to save the situation. Nurgle was too powerful, and he was just a corrupted traitor.

At this critical moment, the sky was suddenly torn apart by a golden light.

Pure and sacred spiritual energy poured down like a waterfall, sprinkling across the battlefield.

The green mist quickly dissipated under the golden light, as if ice and snow encountered the blazing sun. The bodies of the Death Guard warriors trembled slightly in the light, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in their eyes.

"Is this... the power of the Emperor?"

Mortarion raised his head, a trace of disbelief flashing in his eyes. His body began to recover under the shining of golden light, the signs of decay gradually faded, the pustules on his body shrank, and the pus was evaporated into pieces of golden light.

"Mortarion!"

A familiar voice came from the light. Kahn's figure walked out from the golden crack, his body wrapped in golden armor, and the hammer in his hand shone with the light of thunder.

His eyes were cold and firm as he stared directly at Mortarion. "My Lord has sent me to save you and your Legion. Follow me!"

"Tell me, are you willing to atone for the Emperor's sins?"

Mortarion's body trembled slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He knew that this was his last chance, his only hope to escape Nurgle's control. His hand slowly loosened the scythe, and the power of the plague dissipated around him.

"I... do." Mortarion's voice was low and hoarse, but full of determination.

However, Nurgle's power did not stop there. The green mist rose from the ground again, trying to wrap around Mortarion's body again.

Kahn swung his hammer down suddenly, and golden thunder burst out from the hammer head, completely dispersing the mist.

"go!"

Khârn's voice was filled with unquestionable power. His palm grasped Mortarion's arm and pulled him toward the golden crack.

Mortarion's figure gradually disappeared in the golden light, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

Deep within the Warp, in the Gardens of Nurgle, rotten vines entwine around decaying trees, ichor seeps from their trunks and drips onto the maggot-infested ground.

The air was filled with a sickening stench, and whispers and curses echoed in the garden, as if countless dead souls were wailing.

This is Nurgle's realm, a paradise of plague and death.

However, the Garden of Nurgle was no longer peaceful at this moment. Nurgle himself, the fat and rotten evil god, was sitting on his rotten throne, his body trembling with anger, pus gushing out of his wounds, spilling onto the ground, making a harsh corrosive sound.

His eyes burned with green fire, and his voice resounded throughout the garden like thunder: "Motarion! How dare you betray me!"

He swung his hand down, and rotten vines rose from the ground, trying to grab Mortarion's soul.

However, his power was blocked by a golden barrier.

Nurgle's eyes flashed with disbelief, and his voice was filled with anger and unwillingness: "Emperor! How dare you interfere in my domain!"

At the same time, on the battlefield in the real universe, Mortarion's body gradually recovered under the shining golden light.

His rotten armor began to disintegrate, pus and maggots fell out of the armor, turning into pieces of golden light.

His skin became smooth and tough again, and his face, which had been corroded by the plague, regained its former majesty.

His eyes burned with golden flames, and his voice was deep and firm: "I, Mortarion, was once a loyal son of the Emperor. I was lost in the darkness of Chaos, but my soul has never been truly corrupted. Today, I will return to the right path and fight for the Emperor!"