Endurance.
Preparations for the attack on Galasper were underway intensely, with Mortarion standing patiently but somewhat annoyed at the command platform above the large simulation room.
You need patience and time to sharpen a blade sharp enough to cut the throat of an entire galaxy.
This thought soothed Mortarion's irritated mind a little.
But as soon as he thought that the tyrant's whip would be waved on other people's heads at any moment, Mortarion could not help but become unhappy again.
He had experienced that feeling, that deep-seated anger, that pain that flowed into his soul, that mockery that eroded him all the time, teasing his weakness.
No one can dominate others with impunity, and no one can vent their emotions on other people's lives at will.
Someone has to overthrow tyranny.
He chewed over these words, just as he had stood in the gas room of Barbaryus many years ago, looking at the lord's fortress in the distance.
If you don't do it,
Then, that person will be him.
Under the hood of the Lord of Death, in the shadows, his amber eyes with dark golden color stared at the audience.
The largest simulation room on the Endurance is now filled with chemical gases simulating Galasper Prime.
Ten thousand Death Guards are currently conducting military exercises.
Bone White silently shuttled through the poisonous gas, without a sound, in an orderly manner, but quite quickly, without a word. The Death Guards changed their formations tacitly and marched at a very fast speed.
Although in the original destiny, when mentioning the Death Guard, the Empire would think of their heavy infantry positioning.
But in reality, the Death Guard earned their name with their anvil-like strength.
In infantry combat, they were also known for their forced marches.
Mortarion also values time.
He looked at the troops lined up in circles below and silently analyzed the strategy in his mind.
These circular formations will be the only barrier they can rely on in the desert with no cover.
If the war enters the third phase, this is the last way for the Death Guard to survive.
It doesn't matter.
Either the tyrant dies or they die.
Mortarion raised a hand in signal.
The Death Guard's originally constantly moving formation suddenly changed, the circle tightened, and groups of three suddenly rushed out from the circle.
The spikes alternated, stabbing in and retracting, tearing apart the enemies surrounding them at lightning speed, and then returning to the team that was protecting them.
Soon, the enemy's corpses were all over the ground, and they had enough space, enough for the Death Guard to catch their breath.
A few moments are enough to decide life or death.
Mortarion smiled beneath his gas mask, clearly pleased with the outcome of the exercise.
The company commander Barasin came over in time and reported to him about the transformation of the fleet.
During these months, plasma cutters had been blazing at the bulkheads of the Endurance at all times.
Technical sergeants and mechanical priests traveled between various ships with their servitors, doing their best to complete the Primarch's mission.
The tedious transformation tasks piled up together, outlining Mortarion's ambitions.
The transformation of the Fourth Knight assault ship went smoothly. The arresting thrusters were modified so that it could accelerate to the extreme in a short period of time. The main bow was thickened and the entire hull was reinforced to prevent the ship from falling apart at extreme speeds.
The sides of the remaining ships were thickened and the artillery fire was concentrated on the sides.
After Barasi finished his report, Vox also stepped forward and reported to Mortarion the task he was responsible for.
Vorx was the first Barbarus to hold a management position, a good guy from the south, and Mortarion smiled and encouraged him to continue.
"The Terminus Est, leading the rest of the fleet, has completed 63 percent of the asteroid collection mission. Of these, 32 percent of the asteroids have been processed and meet the detonation standards."
Good, very good.
This was a slower step in Mortarion's plan, and he was pleased to see that Vorcus had accelerated the task to a satisfactory pace.
Mortarion looked at Vorcus, waiting patiently for the boy to finish his report.
He looked at his pale skin, a unique symbol of the Barbarus people.
This is a symbol of the poison they live in.
As Mortarion listened to Vorcus's report, his thoughts drifted away.
Unfortunately, after that incident, Mortarion had to treat him coldly.
But after this, Karas never came into contact with psychic power again, which made Mortarion very satisfied.
After this battle, let's transfer Karas back to be a death shroudman.
Hopefully Karas can survive this battle.
No, Karas would survive; he was the cleverest of them all.
Mortarion just frowned imperceptibly. No, he would not scare Vorx who was reporting.
There is no news about Hades' return to the team yet.
Mortarion also spurned the unstable communications and contacts in the Warp today.
Planet Sigma 373.
Hades stood on the city wall, staring at the scenery in front of him in a daze. Countless neatly arranged buildings were lined up on both sides of the street. As far as the eye could see, a black corner of the tall wall built as a religious purpose was revealed.
"Sir, there is no need to lament. The rise and fall of civilizations are all predetermined."
Yade stood beside Hades and was responsible for Hades's vigilance.
Although many people compare the Skitarii, whose bodies are highly mechanized and have sage-controlled codes implanted in their brains, to high-level servitors, in fact, the Skitarii all have their own personalities.
Because of their faith, or simply to survive, they chose to become crusaders.
Hearing Yade's conversation, Jin, who was collecting data nearby, made a few small electric sounds, as if to say that Hades was definitely not thinking about these things.
"Oh, no."
"Thank you for your words."
Hades blinked slowly, thanking the Skitarii for their sense of responsibility in protecting his psychological safety, but in fact he was judging the possibility of attack and defense in the direction of the city's streets.
The streets are well-connected but relatively narrow, as if to facilitate pilgrimages, and each one leads directly to the square in the center of the city.
If you stand in the middle square, then you can attack the center from any building in the city as long as the range is sufficient.
It is difficult to defend, and some of the modified armed slaves brought by Sage Kirkland are difficult to enter.
In fact, most of the armed slaves are still being slowly transported here in the forest.
Hades sighed silently.
If we want to stay in the square for research in the future, we have to take some defensive measures.
Hades looked at the map returned by the drone, and based on his own judgment, he marked several buildings or places in the city that he felt were strange.
These buildings are either structurally significantly different from other buildings, or are located at control points that can control the entire street.
First, let some of the Crusaders explore these places carefully, while Hades followed Sage Kirkland and another part of the Crusaders to the central square.
By the way, let's strengthen the defense of the central square, Hades thought.
First reinforce the buildings around the central square, then clear out the buildings farther away to form an open space isolation zone for easy defense.
Instead of studying the Black Stone Obelisk, Hades, whose right eye was twitching wildly, was thinking about how to deal with the sudden enemy.
Why didn't he believe that this was just an ordinary exploration
Hades thought as he continued his steps.
In fact, apart from Hades, the closer he got to the Blackstone Obelisk, the more Sage Kirkland devoted himself to the idea of checking the obelisk, completely leaving the task of defense to Hades.
Hades shrugged and took on the task naturally.
Who told him to be a little pessimistic
However-
In this hidden corner of the city, like an abandoned hippie gathering place, in a corner where graffiti is crazy and colorful, full of funny and joyful art pictures, a tiny fluorescent light disappears.
In the forest, Sage Kirkland and his miscellaneous, modified heavy machinery team were slowly moving along the path opened up by the Crusaders.
Next to this team, countless small agricultural vehicles are still carrying out their daily tasks of harvesting fruit and applying fertilizers in an orderly manner.
Beneath the fallen leaves, a slimy hand stretched out from the ground.
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