The mist caressed the pale armor, blurring the boundary between reality and thought.
There was a flickering light at the other end of the archway, and countless Eldar faces were carved on the stone arches. Some of them were sad, some were happy, some were laughing, and some were crying, but without exception, under the strange light fog, the pupils of these stone sculptures were staring at Mortarion.
There was a slight creaking sound, and Mortarion tightened his grip on the scythe of Silence. His eyes were hidden deep under his hood, and poison gas spewed out of his mask.
He had nowhere to go.
The Lord of Death has reached the end of the tunnel. On his left is a teleportation device made of stone arches. Mortarion can judge that this teleportation device has a strong connection with the Warp - perhaps the other end of the arch is the Warp.
The extremely strong psychic fluctuations here are also provided by this teleportation device, but Mortarion judged that he could not destroy the building alone.
To Mortarion's right was the strange illusion room. Mortarion was even unwilling to cast his gaze there again. He did not accept it and did not recall it.
But when he tried to retreat, the seemingly endless corridor trapped him.
Mortarion began to walk back along the wall. The same stone wall and fog covered his entire vision. When the door of the next room appeared in front of him, the Lord of Death was surprised to find that it was not Fenus Manus, but still the room prepared for him.
Mortarion turned his head sharply, and to his left, a familiar Eldar sculpture was staring at him quietly.
Mortarion cursed silently in his heart, and he began to miss Hades again.
There were two doors standing on his left and right, as if forcing him to make a choice. The way forward and backward were blocked. For him, was it left or right
Mortarion had a blank expression on his face. He would never make a foolish choice according to the enemy's wishes and then fall into the opponent's trap.
He first spent a few moments insulting Vulkan and Fenuth Manus, and the Eldar who deserved to be chopped into pieces and thrown into the compost pit.
As for the prophecies that the Eldar had just made... Mortarion decided to bury them somewhere in his thoughts. The Lord of Death did not want to spend time thinking about these useless riddles.
The Primarch thought quickly. He now had ten black bullets and thirty-two white bullets, but in this high concentration of psychic energy environment, the white bullets seemed to have lost their effect.
And the black bullets are not enough to completely offset the psychic energy here. In the desert of psychic energy, they are like a drop in the bucket and are of no help.
The Primarch took a deep breath, ignoring the calls and attractions from both sides. He held the black bullet in one hand and pressed the hand holding the ammunition against the wall. Then he turned on the positioning broadcast on the communication channel, and a crackling sound of no signal was heard.
Mortarian paused, he had his mind firmly planted on the land of Barbarus and on the fleet of the Death Guard, he needed to make sure he would not waver.
Hades, wish me luck.
Then the Lord of Death closed his eyes, and he began to walk forward, his gauntlets making a sound on the ash-covered wall.
Mortarion carefully sensed the fluctuations of psychic energy here. Wisps of black smoke floated on his white helmet and soon merged with the poisonous gas coming out of the Lord of Death's own respirator.
At a certain position, the Lord of Death crushed the black bullet in his hand for the first time, and the crackling sound in the channel trembled suddenly.
He found the right place.
Mortarion did not hesitate. He immediately took out the next black bullet and continued walking into the darkness.
The ammunition on his waist was rapidly depleting, and the Lord of Death's thoughts dived into the deep sea. He carefully chose his route - but at the same time, the voices calling him became clearer.
Those sounds that exist in the mist near the arch.
"Mortarion, Lord of Death, what ill will do we have? You can take what you want, but why take your anger out on the weeping and bleeding?"
Mortarion walked on without wavering, the ashes of the Soulless rustling between his fingers.
"The monkeys that destroyed our home!"
Mortarion began to recall where the Eldar were best positioned to strike with the scythe.
"Your former best friend has committed a heinous crime. The gods are furious and are about to tear you apart. How can you deceive yourself and bury your head in the dark?"
Mortarion's breathing hitched slightly.
He forced himself to focus on how to hack the Eldar to death, and the lessons he was teaching the Death Guard on the use of sulphur.
He walked silently in this endless tunnel.
With only one black bullet left, he succeeded in disrupting some of the psychic pathways—but it was still not enough for him to get out. If he had more ammunition... No, if Hades was here...
Mortarion took another deep breath. He needed to think of a strategy again.
But when he stopped, the voices grew louder, and they laughed.
"You can hold the power in your own hands, and we are willing to help you. The tide is overwhelming, how can we be alone?"
There were noises on both sides of Mortarion, but Mortarion did not turn his head to check, he just stood there.
He should have realized it earlier. When that damn Eldar shouted his name on the ice field, he should have realized that these alien races would target them.
"The empire will collapse. How can it survive on lies? With close friends gone and blood twisted, why do you insist?"
Mortarion closed his eyes, and quietly sensed, sensed—
The ground beneath his feet was shaking slightly.
The Lord of Death counted the vibrations, feeling them grow in intensity until he could hear them.
Mortarion spoke, his sarcastic voice echoing through the corridor.
"Insistent? Do you need a reason to kill the alien?"
The psychic energies on either side of him began to fluctuate in intensity, and they seemed to begin to curse, but Mortarion did not care, because at the same time—
"Praise Hades!!!"
A dull explosion and a high-pitched mechanical shout simultaneously blew up the tunnel in front of Mortarion. Mortarion took a few steps back, and the dust and fog that filled the entire tunnel dissipated.
Those damn fart noises are gone too.
The Lord of Death turned his head and saw that the room was empty.
Mortarion looked up with satisfaction, and suddenly there appeared a violently exploded gap above the tunnel, with light pouring down from it.
Beneath the mask, Mortarion smiled self-deprecatingly.
He watched as his death shrouds were the first to anxiously jump out of the breach, gathering around him anxiously, asking if he was hurt.
Then came Sage Kirkland. The red-robed sage jumped down with unimaginable speed. He shouted loudly and unabashedly for Pluto, and at the same time stretched out his appendages hidden under his robe, coordinating the deployment of the Soulless of the Zero Company as if he was conducting a command.
Mortarion could feel that the concentration of psychic energy here was rapidly decreasing, although due to the existence of that strange teleportation device, the concentration of psychic energy here was still very high.
After Kirkland, it was Pasteur who poked his head out from the gap in the ceiling, and then he was kicked down by Enrique. Mortarion thought that perhaps this warrior had received His signal.
Next came the Foundry Corps soldiers carrying the foundry equipment. They nervously saluted the Primarch briefly, and then began to reinforce the tunnel that had just been forcibly blasted open.
Mortarion stood in the center of the tunnel, looking at the death shrouds surrounding him, the technical sergeants busy reinforcing the tunnel, and the Kirkran Sage who was clearly moving towards a teleportation device.
A low laugh escaped from beneath the mask, and Mortarion turned on the channel to restore communications.
[Jia Luo, report the situation. ]
"Received, Commander. The node was not attacked. Lord Vulcan and Lord Finus are still out of contact. After Enrique and Pasteur reported that you were out of contact, Vox and I jointly ordered the activation of all personnel of the Zero Company because the situation met the emergency provisions of the Zero Company."
"Please rest assured, the Death Guard has completed the negotiations with the Salamanders. They have been isolated in a safe area. At the same time, the explosions in the foundry department have covered up the special words of the Zero Company."
Mortarion glanced back and saw Kirkran chanting a prayer. The sage was acting extremely crazy, but his appendages that directed the deployment of the soulless did not hesitate at all.
Mortarion sighed inwardly, feeling a slight sense of relief.
Hades, you taught me well.
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Damn, I forgot to recommend books!
Gender-changed Angron! The author has been struggling with life, and has now resumed stable updates for a month!
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