The good news is that Hades has been contacted, the bad news is that there is no signal from Mortarion.
On the Endurance, Garo stood silently. Countless data flowed through the command board. According to the latest developments on the battlefield, Garo carefully mobilized the legion.
Except for micro-control freaks like Perturabo, most legion command is a complicated and tedious process, and the head of the legion needs to cooperate well with the mortal crew members.
And now, the crew told Garro Mortarion that the signal was cut off -
[Endurance, this is Hades, requesting air force support, the main city can be defended. ]
Garro took a deep breath and signaled to the mortal crew with his eyes that he understood.
[Endurance received, hold on for another half a standard, and we can open the first breach. ]
[I can also open the Mechanicus' air defense here. The air defense zone map has been uploaded. ]
[Endurance received.]
Normally, this kind of conversation would end here, but... maybe because Hades was relatively idle, this Death Guard, who always liked to liven up the atmosphere, said one more sentence.
[Garro? Why are you in charge? Where is Mortarion? ]
[.]
Garo didn't want the situation here to distract Hades who was still on the main battlefield, but concealing it was also a taboo.
[Rust has spread to some troops' armor. The legion commander leads the Zeroth Company to check the situation.]
[The Death Guard has already placed a blockade on those infected troops.]
Rarely, there was silence on the other end of the channel for a moment, but Hades' voice sounded again, with the noisy frequency of radio waves and a briskness.
[Ahahaha, luckily I kept them.]
[Garro, contact Lantern Bearer Ugo, listen carefully, if he says he feels the subspace fluctuations on the Endurance are disturbed, then immediately take the fleet away from the Prime Star of Ruse.]
Currently, due to war and killing, Just Prime is still the weakest point in the barrier.
[Use fire as much as possible, bring respirators, and send determined veterans first. ]
Jia Luo was stunned. He wanted to ask something, but found that there was nothing to say.
[Hades you.]
[Sooner or later, this day will come. Subspace creatures are no longer some special existence. At least for now, the Endurance is still our home ground. ]
This was a lie. Hades was actually very panicked, but no matter how panicked he was, he could not return to the Endurance immediately. He had no choice but to trust.
Sooner or later, the day will come when even if it's not the Death Guard, the tentacles of the Warp will reach in.
MD, fight early and enjoy early, fight late and adapt late. In the great rebellion in the original book, there are still scenes where mortal auxiliary troops fight demons. They scare them at the beginning, but you still have to fight in the end.
Garo exhaled.
[knew.]
[Jia Luo, keep in touch with me at any time. If anything goes wrong, report to me immediately.]
[Galuo received.]
A makeshift team mixed with the undertakers was set up and sent to the third quarantine area, where the signal disappeared.
"Sir, the signal is cut off."
Mortarion glanced at the pharmacist Leo behind him, then pointed out three people and asked them to go back and report the situation.
"Try to reconnect."
The footsteps of the crowd were long and drawn out in the corridor. The tall, empty and dim corridor seemed like a standard scene that often appeared in horror movies.
A Glorious Queen, what does this mean
This means that there will be countless secret rooms and plank roads on this ship. The dark part of the ship is the best place to hide filth and dirt. Even the actual owner of the ship -
Even the legion could not fully understand a Glorious Queen, just like humans could never find the cockroach nest in their own kitchen.
The isolation rooms assigned to pharmacists are generally located in the most remote corners of the ship to prevent the leakage of pollutants.
[My Lord, it is indeed a subspace fluctuation.]
The Kirkland sage who often followed Hades spoke with unquestionable certainty.
Mortarion took a deep breath and tightened his grip on his scythe, Annihilation.
[You were the sage who was in danger with Hades. ]
[Yes, my lord, we faced the devil.]
Mortarion looked at the dark corridor ahead. At the edge of the limit visible to the naked eye, there was a faint fluorescence.
[What did you feel when you first saw a demon?]
[Panic, shock, sir, I say without hesitation that I felt the greatest fear of my life.]
[My worldview has collapsed, sir, and the things that made up my life's creed have been shattered.]
Mortarion held the scythe in his hand and continued to move forward, not paying any attention to the sage behind him.
[Then what?]
[.Lord Hades brought truth and hope.]
Mortarion raised an eyebrow.
[What's the meaning?]
[In front of that most blasphemous creature, Lord Hades showed no fear. Even the most sophisticated instruments could not measure the tiny changes in his emotional hormones.]
[He told us and taught us that the devil is not to be feared.]
"Yes," Mortarion began, his voice echoing in the empty corridor.
"Demons are just a kind of warp creatures. They carry concepts that any rational creature would hate, but we can still expel them."
"Bullets and blades are not invincible. When the physical body is broken, they will no longer be able to roar."
The knights behind the team roared, as if agreeing with Mortarion's words.
".As long as we can hold the high wall of our minds."
As long as they hold on to the high walls of their thoughts, their downfall will always begin with the shaking.
Mortarion whispered, his voice muffled by the sound of his breathing behind the mask.
".Ignorance is our greatest disadvantage, but why does he cling to the Imperial Truth?"
Those papers filled with maxims, the laurel wreaths of science and humanities shine brightly. If he had not witnessed the deepest nightmare with his own eyes, Mortarion would have been the most solid supporter of the Imperial Truth.
But it's all lies.
Daemons exist, gods exist, the Warp has power, and psykers are not as benign as they appear.
Mortarion once tried to replace the word "demon" or "god" with "Warp creatures", but even so, it could not explain the Imperial truth.
In the end, Mortarion had no choice but to attribute this to the power of language and thought. Perhaps when people knew of the existence of demons, they would become more likely to go crazy, just as they had been before.
But Kirkland's words just now made Mortarion realize that he was facing a demon but he was not crazy.
Does this mean that the power of words and thoughts is not as great as Mortarion imagined
Mortarion thought about it, but the warp events he had experienced so far were too few for the Primarch to summarize an absolute logic.
In the end, Mortarion temporarily attributed the incident to the presence of Hades at the time.
"grown ups."
The salute from the two pharmacists on duty brought Mortarion back to his senses. Leo stepped forward to check on the two, and at the same time a burst of noise was heard in the channel.
[.Sir, this is normal.]
Mortarion remained silent, motioning for the apothecary to take them over.
Inside the observation window, rusty yellow spots covered the entire floor, making the cabin made of alloy even more inconvenient.
In the outermost isolation room, pharmacists were busy spraying medicines and the ventilation ducts were roaring as they wanted to fill the room with inert gas.
Mortarion frowned, the Primarch seeing the rust spilling out across the corridor.
"Condition."
"Commander, we have currently contained the rust to this area, but due to the rapid growth of the rust, the fourteen isolation rooms inside have been infected."
"The isolation chamber inside is currently filled with helium, and the growth of these rust spots has been temporarily suppressed."
It was precisely because of the alarming speed at which the rust spread that this insignificant news was passed on to the Primarch.
The Primarch did not mind his own business, especially during war.
[My Lord, it is spiritual power. ]
[Can you suppress it? ]
[Can.]
Mortarion raised his hand, signaling the apothecaries to retreat, with the Deathshroud and the Untouchable leading the way, and the two Knights following behind.
The knight is still too big, and if he wants to use this kind of space, he must be prepared to destroy the entire cabin.
Mortarion called the knights over to suppress their psychic energy, and he did not intend to let them take the lead in the battle. The Wandering Knights had fought with Hades several times before and were more experienced than them.
The Primarch was keenly aware that when the Untouchables entered the area, the rust immediately began to wither.
The pharmacists also noticed it, and rushed forward in the depressing and disgusting atmosphere to eliminate the rust.
Things seemed to become simple and smooth, and as the team of untouchables passed through, the rust gradually disappeared, leaving only dried tear marks.
But as they went deeper, the rust began to grow thick and soft, and the bright yellow stuff became full of life, like some kind of unknown slime mold.
Finally they arrived at the central room, where several "corpses" were lying, which were the original source of the armor infection.
The entire room seemed to be devoured by slime mold, rust was wriggling like hyphae, and in the center of the room, a human figure was twisted and entangled by fungi—
"Good day, Lord Mortarion."
Mortarion raised his hand and shot at the mycelium that was gradually taking shape, but it was useless. Those things did not seem to be susceptible to physical damage.
The Primarch turned sideways and waved his hand. The roar of the giant chainsaw sword sounded from behind the team, and a faint light floated on the body of the wandering knight.
[Received, sir!!!]
The Wandering Soul violently broke through the room and crashed into the mycelium with a buzzing sound. This was very useful. Even though the Knight seemed to be fighting with the air, its existence alone was enough to severely damage the opponent.
After seeing that the room was stable, Mortarion signaled the Death Shrouds to bring the Untouchables in to stabilize the physical barriers of the area.
As if encountering a natural enemy, the rust covering the room quickly receded, and a network of blood vessels climbed back to the four corners of the room, and suddenly—
Explode!
A hazy yellow mist suddenly filled the entire space, and a distorted human figure was looming in the mist.
"My Lord, you should face your true fate instead of running away from it."
"Resisting God will only bring about an even more unbearable end for you and your descendants."
The dim light shone on Mortarion's armor, which looked like a corpse, pale, weak, and stiff.
Mortarion fired silently into the mist.
It was useless, it just disturbed the fog.
The sage who was hiding at the back of the team poked his head out.
[My Lord, that will go away on its own.]
[.]
The Primarch remained steadfast, trying to hit the shadow in the mist with one shot after another.
"You should not struggle. You will certainly not die, but the price of every struggle will be the Death Guard itself."
"Your fate and that of the Death Guard has already been decided. Didn't you have the slightest awareness of your encounters with the other Primarchs?"
"Only you, only you landed on that vibrant planet, which is the most fertile breeding ground He chose for you!"
"Shut up!"
The Primarch's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, he stared at the figure and scolded,
"That was my trial! I conquered it, I changed it! Barbarus was never your territory, it was mine! The Death Guard's!"
"You are a scum hiding behind the warp, a villain who only knows how to play witchcraft! How could a traitor like you appear in the Death Guard!"
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, sir. You are the traitor, the one who betrayed fate, the one who betrayed everything."
The voice interrupted briskly, saying that for this conversation, he had borrowed some psychic power in this star field that was supposed to be given to another person. Otherwise, with so many untouchables present, it would have been difficult for him to hold on.
Even a simple projection is difficult to perform stably in front of so many untouchables.
"Only the cursed passers-by can avoid the evil consequences of fate's correction, but how can people who are already in fate have a good ending?"
"Your struggle only brings misfortune to others—"
"roll!"
Mortarion roared, his knuckles turning pale as he gripped his weapon.
"Everything you do is my order. How can I betray or change it?"
"Whatever I do is my fate!"
"roll!"
Sensing the Primarch's wrath, the tall knight roared in the room like a caged beast, and the threshold of his anti-psychic energy reached its peak at this moment.
The weak spiritual energy finally dissipated with the mist, and at the last moment—
In a moment of time, a glimpse of fate, Mortarion saw it. He saw the "fate", "future", "lies" and "truth" reflected in the dim amber eyes.
He stood alone in the chaotic sky, with no one around him.
No Death Guard, nothing.
Time seemed to be frozen in eternity.
"Hiss—" The sickle in the Primarch's hand drew a scar on the ground.
Mortarion was in a trance for a moment, then he stood on the Endurance again. The dim light shining down on him made him dizzy.
People looked at him in awe.
The Primarch felt the gazes of the people looking at him, mixed with a certain emotion that Mortarion hated, which made him feel sick.
Mortarion took a deep breath, his mouth full of bitterness.
No, this can't be done.
That was a lie, that was an illusion, Mortarion had seen a lot, he should have been fearless, he was already fearless.
No, he couldn't do this, he was used to it, had accepted the bleak future, the war was still going on, the Death Guard needed his leadership.
Hades was still fighting on Ruse, Garro was still commanding the legion, every Death Guard and Hellhound was bleeding. He couldn't, he couldn't be disturbed in such a place.
Perhaps this was the enemy's tactic itself, and he needed to adapt to it as quickly as possible.
Mortarion turned around silently, making sure there was nothing wrong with him.
".It seems that your anti-psychic strength does not meet my expectations."
He spoke again, returning to reality.
Now people no longer looked at him that way; they just lowered their heads obediently.
The crisis averted, Mortarion strode out of the room, his grey cloak rustling behind him.
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