死亡守卫背景介绍：伊格尼修斯-格鲁戈尔

诸位死亡守卫同盟，你们好，这里是安静的云辉。这次我带来的是死亡守卫的人物介绍：伊格尼修斯-格鲁戈尔（Ignatius Grulgor），以下简称格鲁戈尔。这个人物非常冷门，但在死亡守卫的背景推动中不可或缺。他是hh时期死亡守卫二连的连长，在《埋葬的匕首》和《艾森斯坦号的逃亡》里面都有过出场。尤其是在《埋葬的匕首》中，这个我在下文会详细说明。

伊格尼修斯-格鲁戈尔（Ignatius Grulgor）出生于巴巴鲁斯，就像军团中许多来自巴巴鲁斯的士兵一样，他鄙视来自泰拉（Terra）的兄弟们所奉行的教条。他总是想做点什么来引起基因原体莫塔里安的注意。在hh时期他作为死亡守卫二连的连长（二连就是后来的第二瘟疫连：钢瘟连），接着就是《艾森斯坦号的逃亡》所讲述的，在伊万三世战役之前，莫塔里安安排他与忠诚派死亡守卫纳撒尼尔-伽罗（Nathaniel Garro）驻扎在一起。在伽罗与手下乘坐艾森斯坦号逃离的时候，格鲁戈尔带着病毒炸弹去阻止他们，在战斗中被泄露的病毒炸弹炸死。但是在艾森斯坦号穿越亚空间的时候，船上的盖勒场突然失灵。纳垢降临了，它赐予格鲁戈尔腐败的力量。他们复活并攻击了伽罗和他的手下。在战斗中，索伦-德休斯（Solun Decius），一位忠诚派午夜领主，被格鲁戈尔感染，最后变成了名为群蝇之主的恶魔。就在即将战胜伽罗的时候，飞船进入了泰拉领域，没有了亚空间力量的加持，格鲁戈尔被伽罗放逐。

接下来就是《埋葬的匕首》所叙述的，在攻打骑士世界Molech之前，莫塔里安在终焉者号上面献祭了7位死亡寿衣终结者，召唤了格鲁戈尔。在Molech上面，格鲁戈尔释放了强力的病毒，摧毁了Molech上面的生命。之后他就被莫塔里安禁锢在终焉者号上面。在攻打Ynyx的时候，格鲁戈尔要求莫塔里安将他释放到星球表面，但莫塔里安拒绝了他。

在一连连长提丰将终焉者号驶入亚空间之后，纳垢降临到终焉者号上面。莫塔里安与提丰展开了交战，他成功的用镰刀贯穿了提丰。但是在毁灭者瘟疫下，提丰复活了并释放了格鲁戈尔，于是格鲁戈尔的恶魔肉身（毁灭者蜂巢）融化并与提丰融合，最终提丰接纳了毁灭者蜂巢，成为泰丰斯。

下面放原文，有兴趣的可以评鉴一下

“A beacon?’ As Typhon said the words, a concussion made of emerald light and twisted energy blossomed between the two warriors, dragging a huge and corpulent form into the chamber through a portal of matter-transfer. 

   The Eater of Life materialised in the sanctorum with a thunderous crash of displaced air, the fractured links of the chains that had bound it tinkling as they fell to the deck. It tipped back its foul head as it took in its new surroundings, and then roared with laughter.

   ‘Grulgor…’ sneered Typhon. ‘Well met, brother.’

   ‘Not quite,’ gurgled the creature, eyeing him up and down. 

   ‘Daemon!’ Mortarion called. ‘You begged to kill for me, so I give you freedom to do so. You are oath-sworn to my command, and it is this – destroy Typhon!’

   ‘Is that what you wish?’ The Eater’s giant podgy arm shot out with uncanny speed and clasped the First Captain before he could draw back, shaking him violently. Mutated talon-fingers clasped around Typhon’s throat and began to contract. 

   Mortarion watched, grim-faced, as the daemon spawn strangled his comrade, ignoring every blow that Typhon rained down upon it. Finally, Typhon began to choke and splutter, as

“oily matter spurted from his gagging mouth and the monstrous tear in his body. 

‘I fulfil my oath,’ snarled the creature, leering into the face of his victim. 

Then the timbre and cadence of Typhon’s dying exhalations changed. The death-rattle shifted, becoming a hate-filled, spiteful sound. The First Captain was laughing – and the Grulgor-thing joined in with him.

The claws released and Typhon staggered back, spitting out broken stumps of teeth and gobs of black mucus. 

Mortarion started forward. Another betrayal? His thoughts roared against the prospect. Impossible!

The Eater of Life bowed to the primarch, giggling obscenely as it spoke to him. ‘I regret to tell you, Lord Mortarion… My oath to the Plague God, the King of Decay and the Regent Most Vile comes before any pact I make with mortals. Nurgle’s rotting reign holds sway over all, do you see?’

Mortarion tried to utter the name the daemon spoke, but it turned to bile in his mouth and he was forced to swallow the demand he wanted to make. 

Nurgle. The word had appeared here and there in the unhallowed texts he had discovered, and each time it was the icon of the greatest degeneration,the foulest corruption. 

   The Eater shifted its great bulk to face Typhon. ‘What of you? Are you ready to take the final step, to submit to the embrace?’

   ‘Yes,’ grated the First Captain, giving Mortarion a savage sneer. ‘Make the sacrifice.’

   ‘Calas Typhon dies today,’ said the creature, and it spread its arms wide, tipping back its neck to expose the wide, pestilent mass of its goitre-bloated throat. The pallid flesh throbbed and moved, as if something trapped beneath it was trying to get out.

   Mortarion broke into a sprint, swinging Silence high as he stormed in to stop whatever would come next, but Typhon threw a wall of invisible force towards him and the air thickened to slurry, each step taking the effort of a hundred men.

   Typhon dived at the daemon’s throat and tore it open with his bare hands, ripping it away as if he were skinning an animal kill. Through the gash he made came a detonation of black, screaming motes – a hurricane swarm of shining flies that blasted outward and engulfed the First Captain, hitting him with enough force to knock him off his feet. 

   Acting on instinct, Mortarion slammed Silence into the deck and used it to hook himself there as the howling gale of insects swept over and around him. He felt thousands of tiny razor-sharp mandibles biting into every inch of his exposed skin, and the burn of acidic venom in his blood. Turning his face away, the primarch glimpsed coiled clouds of the swarm breaking apart and diving upon the survivors of his Deathshroud and Typhon’s Grave Wardens, attacking both sides alike. The flies feasted on them, eating in through the soft tissues of their bodies and the jelly of their eyes. Even those sealed tight inside their battleplate could not escape, as the warp-tainted insects seemed to be able to pass through the tiniest of apertures in search of meat to chew upon. 

   Then, like the outrush of a retreating tide, the screaming swarm left the desiccated bodies of the fallen behind and imploded back towards the centre of the chamber. At the eye of this pestilent storm stood Mortarion and his former brother in battle.

  Whatever animating essence had been Ignatius Grulgor boiled out of the daemon flesh as it died. The flies ignored the dissolving, putrid mass that had been the Eater of Lives, content to let the daemon discorporate and crumble. Instead, they whirled around Typhon in a stream of dark blurs before suddenly diving into him. The swarm bored up through the great wound Mortarion’s scythe had left in the First Captain, and they plunged down his open mouth. He welcomed them, taking everything they gave.

Aghast, Mortarion could do nothing as Typhon’s body twitched, writhed and distended to accommodate the transformation eating him from the inside out. His back swelled amid the crackle of fracturing bone and ceramite, and dense flutes of fissured horn burst out, each one spitting clouds of flies as smoke would belch from a chimney. He shuddered, sloughing off lumps of dead, grey flesh to reveal the new bloom of rotting muscle beneath. Where his battle armour ended and the putrid meat of him began was impossible to see.

Finally, with a repellent crunch of breaking cartilage, the nub of a twisted horn grew from the First Captain’s swollen face. He glanced up, wheezing and shuddering, and with each indrawn breath and exhalation Mortarion could hear the droning of the flies inside him. He had become a hive for the things, a living nest for the Destroyer plague.

上面原文讲述的是泰丰斯和格鲁戈尔融合的过程。选自《埋葬的匕首》。

在对美杜莎五世这个星球进行腐化的时候，格鲁戈尔再次以恶魔的方式出场 袭击了马德里佳莱斯修道院，混沌星际战士没多久就攻下了修道院。在援军赶来时他们早从一条腐烂的裂缝中消失。

以上就是背景里格鲁戈尔出场的戏份，不得不说他还是发挥了非常重要的作用（虽然相当于被伽罗杀掉了两次）。有趣的是，它最终成为了4连的连长，这个在codex里面有提到，9版的codex里面4连的圣物“恶魔惠赐”就是噬命者（格鲁戈尔的称号）赠予的人偶。

下面做个简短的自我介绍

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现在感觉dg的背景基本都写得差不多了，如果还有想看的评论区留言，谢谢。

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