"Welcome, my brother."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Sanguinius took the lead in greeting with a gentle smile, and Guilliman opposite him immediately smiled warmly, and the two exchanged a few words of greeting.
Normally, the angel didn't like this, but he also realized that these daily greetings gave Guilliman a sense of stability and comfort.
Perhaps the angel's light was too dazzling, Magnus paused his chatter and waited politely for the angel and Guilliman. The Scarlet King was in a good mood now, so he patiently focused his attention on the angel, who was still as dazzling as he remembered.
Angels also have psychic talents, and in front of other legions, especially legions that can see the Ethereal Realm, the Thousand Sons will not release their guardian spirits.
Perhaps Guilliman did it on purpose, Magnus thought, the words of politicians are always the most deceptive.
"This is our brother, Mortarion."
The angel winked at the two men meaningfully, and then he turned sideways. Only then did the two of them notice Mortarion, who was emitting the breath of death beside Sanguinius's shining wings.
Guilliman paused for a moment, then immediately introduced himself to Mortarion enthusiastically.
Magnus began to look at Mortarion with a scrutinizing gaze, but Mortarion was used to it, so he ignored the tall, red-skinned giant.
"I am Roboute Guilliman, the Grand Master of the XIII Legion Ultramarines. It is a pleasure to meet you, my brother. Acquaintance is always a pleasure."
Mortarion responded to Guilliman dryly,
"The Fourteenth Legion, Commander of the Death Guard."
Guilliman smiled and stretched out his hand, hoping to shake hands with Mortarion. The angel looked at Mortarion with a smile, while Dorn folded his arms and looked at them, but without any sarcasm.
"Another brother's return. It's a pity that we can only meet now, but the good news is that we now have enough time to get to know each other."
Mortarion realized that they really wanted Mortarion to enter this circle that Mortarion felt was inexplicable.
The circle called "Family" is dressed in a gorgeous coat.
He remembered the feeling Horus gave him at that time, the burning affection, the unexpected kindness, the sudden enthusiasm.
He also remembered the truth he realized at that time: gold will eventually decay and the throne is destined to become mottled.
All good things will pass away.
Mortarion was silent again. What he did not notice was that while he was subconsciously silent and looking away, Guilliman cast a questioning look at the angel.
The angel shook his head slightly.
Guilliman was silent, and Magnus sighed loudly.
From Mortarion's perspective, everything at the banquet had a sense of inharmonious elegance, and the excessive accumulation made him unhappy.
He didn't like the feeling of deliberately using gold, silver and jewelry to declare his power and status.
But in the eyes of other Primarchs, Mortarion is the most worrying one.
He is so unique, so sick, and so weird.
Mortarion, their younger brother, was too thin, really too thin, and appeared morbidly thin. In the few places that were not covered by clothes, there were almost no fat parts, and there were traces of corrosion by strong acid on his skin.
And he was very tall. Among the people present, only Magnus was taller than Mortarion, but Magnus was at least three times heavier than Mortarion. Mortarion was like a tall, skinny, hunched, dead tree.
What made the Primarchs even more horrified was that Mortarion was wearing a breathing mask. Why did he do that
The breathing of a seriously ill tuberculosis patient before his death came from behind the pale and faded mask, making a grunting sound.
Without the armor and the protection of the poisonous mist, Mortarion looked frighteningly uneasy.
The angel was worried whether Mortarion was suffering from some disease or his brother was cursed, but from previous contacts, the angel did not find any other abnormalities.
Dorn believed that this brother was too unique and that he needed to adapt to the rhythm of the empire rather than completely adapting the environment to himself.
Guilliman Robert was pondering on how to communicate with this brother. Mortarion obviously needed to speak. They needed more information about this brother in order to better help him or make him feel less uncomfortable.
And Magnus was reading.
He was reading Mortarion, and once again the Scarlet Lord's attention shifted from the Angel to Mortarion.
Magnus was shocked by Mortarion's appearance, but at the same time, such a unique brother aroused his curiosity.
When your experience and knowledge accumulate to a certain level, you can transcend your expectations and see the essence of things.
Mortarion lived in a highly toxic atmosphere, with a lack of food - otherwise he could grow taller, and in a human environment where humans had not established a decent culture.
There are scars on his body left by spiritual energy. More than one. Interesting.
Was Mortarion battling some kind of psionic being? Were there many psionic beings on his planet
Does he rely solely on physical means to attack the psychic beings, or does he have some psychic abilities
Magnus was inclined to the latter, as Mortarion's style was very similar to that of psykers in some ignorant regions, who stubbornly interpreted psykers and the warp in some special and fragmented culture.
Mortarion carries a strong aura of death, which is indeed a fairly common blind faith caused by psionic powers.
Magnus did not rashly use his psychic power to detect if the other party was a psychic. If so, it would be more or less offensive.
He simply remained curious, and began to get a little anxious about the way Guilliman and the Angel were communicating with each other and trying to communicate with Mortarion.
The words of the two Primarchs were too perfect, just like a symphony with its own rhythm. Magnus was puzzled as to why Guilliman could cooperate with the angels so perfectly, which made him unable to rashly interrupt their conversation.
Dorn, on the other hand, would insert his own insights during the brief pauses in his speech.
Magnus tried to insert himself into their conversation, and he was certainly welcome to do so, but each time the angel would distract him before he could steer the conversation into something he wished to know.
A common lead-in conversation, but apparently, except for the angel and Guilliman, the other three were unaware of it.
"People in Macragge were sometimes surprised by my presence, but as I appeared on the podium more and more often, they soon got used to me and began to actually think about my proposals - rather than me."
The angel smiled and waved carelessly, and brought up the wine glass. The scarlet wine was crystal clear.
“My people fear me and worship me. Maybe they haven’t thought about those complicated things, but I can guide them to think and embark on the right path.”
The angel swirled the glass and watched the liquid filter through the candlelight.
But his attention was still behind him, and somehow the angel realized that Magnus had not yet noticed this, and the Scarlet King's curiosity was obviously entangled with Mortarion.
If it weren't for the angel's keen intuition, he would have subconsciously ignored that place.
What is it exactly
Although the projection in the warp felt blasphemous to the angels, in reality, it was indeed just an ordinary Space Marine. Even though it was huge in size, it was indeed a Space Marine.
It has not made any threatening moves so far.
Only the angels seemed to have discovered it, and Sanguinius's instinct told him that it might not be dangerous to them.
So he just kept observing and didn't say anything.
Together with Guilliman, he continued to guide Mortarion.
“With just a little encouragement and demonstration, they can do their best on their own.”
Mortarion uttered a sound of praise.
"Courage is always there. You just need to light the initial fuse, and the fire of resistance will burn fiercely. They will do better than you think."
"Rebellion? Is there tyranny where you are?"
Guilliman asked.
“It’s more than tyranny!”
Mortarion's voice suddenly rose. "The evil psychic xenos oppress humanity. Humans are nothing more than a symbol of wealth to measure their rule. Revolt and overthrow these scum who are worth a thousand deaths."
"You lead people—"
"Your enemy is a psychic alien?"
Magnus interrupted directly and stopped Guilliman from asking questions. Guilliman looked at Magnus with a little confusion, but Magnus, who had just been teaching him psychic knowledge, ignored him.
Magnus was more curious about this possible brother than a Guilliman without psychic flashes.
Even Mortarion was a little confused by Magnus's sudden intrusion. He swallowed back the words that he was about to rebuke the tyrant and said stiffly,
"Yes, a group of thugs practicing psychic sorcery."
Magnus frowned. Witchcraft? Although some psychics call themselves that.
"So how do you deal with them? The power of psychic energy is subtle and complex, and it's not something you can take lightly."
Sanguinius was acutely aware that Mortarion's gaze seemed to glance to the side behind him. It was there.
"The sickle, the gun, the promise of death."
Mortarion spoke his words slowly, but the more he spoke, the more frustrated Magnus became.
"And...something else."
Mortarion was vague. Yes, yes, Magnus knew. It was a psyker. His brother did not dare to speak freely because of the existence of the Imperial Truth.
"My brother, Mortarion, do not worry. I am the most proficient in psychic powers among my brothers. You can speak directly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Magnus suddenly realized that something was wrong with Mortarion's aura.
Hidden beneath the shadow of the hood, the amber eyes were like flowing magma, staring at Magnus with burning heat.
"Are you a psyker?"
Ahriman was the first of the Thousand Sons to discover that being.
He tried to warn Magnus, but he was not sure whether using psychic communication at this time would cause trouble.
He could only pray that his father Magnus would discover this, but Magnus' attention was first drawn to Guilliman and the Angel, and then to Mortarion.
So Ahriman could only follow Magnus in silence. He could feel the blood pounding in his veins, ready to explode at any moment.
As if realizing something, the angel Sanguinius looked at him, and his eyes told him to stay calm.
There were so many Ultramarines that they took up the last few entire tables.
So when he arrived last, he was placed at the Death Guard's table since there was no seat available.
Dark, humming, disgusting, profane, sinful, nauseating, and unacceptable.
Ahriman despaired.
There are more chapters today... Let me see... 2k!
If you have friends who are familiar with various legions and primarchs, please feel free to discuss with me. It is too difficult for one person to collect twenty legions, and the character settings extracted from a certain original work are inevitably one-sided. If you have a primarch and the corresponding warriors that you are familiar with, please feel free to discuss with me. (°з°)-
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