The cold radio waves carried an inhuman arrogance, urging and questioning from the First Legion. The war was approaching and there was no time to hesitate.
Move forward, or find an excuse to retreat; it is not advisable to stay in the subspace for long.
The appearance of the ship disrupted the Death Guard's planned steps. The Explorer's last words made people even more confused. Mortarion's face was particularly ugly. A Space Marine in white and green armor, accompanied by Nurgle's curse? Mortarion did not think this was a good sign.
Currently, there is only one "former Death Guard" known to Mortarion - the defected Apothecary Rodan.
But could it really be him? With so little information, Mortarion could not come up with his answer.
Compared to Mortarion, who looked obviously unhappy, Hades, who had just returned from the expedition, looked the same as always. The commander looked normal and continued his work calmly.
But is Hades really as calm as he appears? No, the war is ahead, and the legion needs someone to stabilize people's hearts.
In fact, Hades was more panicked than Mortarion.
Hades also initially thought that the Space Marine might be the defected pharmacist, but Hades, who was familiar with the Warp, knew that the time in the Warp was not continuous, so it was possible that it was not that pharmacist.
Will that be a future existence
But in the timeline Hades knows, if the Death Guard rebelled, the armor should be pure green, not white and green.
Faced with the fungus-covered boat, the two Death Guard members who knew the truth were obviously unsure.
A question lingered in the minds of both of them -
If the Death Guard is a traitor and believes in Nurgle, then if he appears on the battlefield of another legion under the banner of the Death Guard.
Mortarion buried his face in his hands. For the Primarch, this was the most horrifying scene he could imagine. What would it mean for the unclean, corrupted offspring to appear before the other legions
What made Hades even more panicked was that he knew that Ran Dan had destroyed two legions, and this juncture was obviously too coincidental.
It would be fine if it was any other legion, but now the Death Guard is about to face the First Legion, the one whose members are all Riddlers and who are decisive in killing their own people!
Hades suddenly had an unrealistic thought: could it be that the Lion King would think that the Death Guard had been corrupted, and then the blood-thirsty First Legion and the Sixth Legion would kill the Death Guard as well
No, no, no, Nurgle won't get anything this way, it won't be like this.
Ahem, this is too outrageous. Hades decided to put this idea aside for now.
Concerning the current situation, the depressed Hades and Mortarion had an urgent discussion for a long time, but the two really could not come up with definite information. And every minute and every second of their discussion, the Death Guard's fleet was in the tide of the Warp. The longer they stayed anchored, the more likely they were to encounter danger.
Returning to defend would not be a good option, as they would disobey the Imperial order without authorization. If they did not attack, what if a corrupted Death Guard appeared on the battlefield ahead? If they did not kill them, would they wait for the First Legion to come and behead them
Just in case, and under the admonition of Hades, Mortarion has already written a letter of self-innocence in case other legions see the fallen Death Guard. When writing this, Mortarion is like dead. Hades saw Mortarion's trembling hands several times as he was about to take the knife to commit suicide.
While Mortarion was writing this, Hades began to write a distress order. If anything went wrong, he would ask for help from the Space Wolves that were bombing the nearby star fields. There were only Space Wolves nearby, so let them be, it was better than nothing.
In the end, the Death Guard chose to attack, and the offensive plan against the Just galaxy began to slowly appear in the Death Guard's strategy room.
Faced with Just who blocked the information, the Lord of Death carefully selected thousands of his mortal servants. These loyal and resourceful mortal crew members will become the vanguard of this war.
Some small ships were urgently forged into merchant ship styles by the Foundry Hall, carrying only necessary light defensive equipment to reduce the weight while increasing the speed of the ships as much as possible. There would be no return trip this time, and they would bring the latest situation of Just to the Death Guard.
In the warp near Mandeville Point, the Death Guard held their scythes in their hands, silently waiting for the war.
This is a war that determines the survival of the American race. Every American knows this. They leave their homes just to try to grab the clothes of survival.
They landed smoothly in the sky above the Just star field as planned, and relying on a large fleet, they successfully occupied the mining star outside Just. Then, relying on the mining star as a stepping stone, they continued to encroach on this human star field that was destined to be destroyed.
There is only one last thing left, to capture the main star of Just, this dim rust-like planet. The alien technology and materials on it will provide the Memaniks with hope to continue their advance. If they capture this place, there will be a fertile oasis not far away. The spark of racial survival and expansion is before their eyes, and they will not disappoint the expectations of their hometown.
But even in the context of most of the galaxy having fallen, and even though the Memaniks had sent surrender messages countless times, the humans on the planet Just Prime were still fighting hard. These two-legged apes, with tubes and metal stuck all over their bodies, would never accept the Memaniks' persuasion to surrender.
It doesn't matter, the Memaniks will destroy them. On the orange and boring land of Just, the Memanik warriors walked on the sand, and death was inevitable.
But the scourge came, taking advantage of the shadow of night.
When the curtain of darkness enveloped the nearest observation point to Mandeville Point, a group of merchant ships of common human style forcibly jumped out of Mandeville Point. These small and numerous merchant ships passed through the observation point like a meteor shower.
The Meimanik fleet immediately began sniping. Bright fireballs appeared continuously. The wreckage of ships floated next to the scorching light, drawing the forward trajectory of the merchant ships on the horizon. However, many merchant ships still escaped the first line of defense. With speed, quantity, and the cover of their comrades, they were still moving forward, fearlessly.
The outermost defense fleet of the galaxy immediately sent out ships to pursue them, but compared to the ships of Memanik, these human merchant ships were small and agile. When they began to fly to different planets, even Memanik had to send out a large number of ships to encircle them. The anti-aircraft guns in the star field turned to aim, trying to shoot down these humans who seemed to be frightened.
Just as the Memaniks' sight shifted, a corner of the giant emerged from the rippling blue waves of Mandeville Point - he raised his sharp and brutal spear and threw the fatal first blow at the Memaniks.
For the American Maniks living in a remote corner, this will be their first and last time to experience the charm of interstellar war.
Killing, destruction, the end of war will only be the complete death of one side, and the god of death has already raised his scythe.
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