[Makrag?]
Mortarion simply threw the documents handed over by Vox onto the table with one hand, and the paper documents made a snapping sound.
A loud hissing sound came from beneath Mortarion's gas mask, and he subconsciously stroked his gauntlet. The faint bloodstains on it revealed its owner's recent behavior.
[… It seems my brother Guilliman needs to explain to me why Macragge is the only place with a signpost in the warp.]
Mortarion spoke, almost pausing for each word, gritting his teeth.
[I hope he really needs help, and not that he has a gleaming tombstone for Macragge that can be seen in the warp at a glance because of some insignificant matter.]
He urgently cleared out the aliens in the legion and roughly collected supplies, not to save time by going to a place like Macragge.
They should step onto a battlefield, not fertile soil.
However, due to the chaos of the Astronomican and the turbulence of the Warp, the Death Guard, under the command of the Navigator, had no choice but to follow the bright spot in the Warp to find it.
Mortarion pressed his gas mask and took a deep breath.
Perhaps he should have directly ordered the Death Guard fleet to rush towards the scar that ran through the galaxy. Perhaps this would at least allow him to find the initial outbreak point of the story.
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At least, as of now, Robert Guilliman would not read the blood and cleansing behind the hasty departure from this brief communication.
He just knew that the Emperor really responded to his thoughts -
But the wrong person was sent.
Anti-psychic, Death Guard, Mortarion the Lord of Death has answered your prayers.
At this moment, the sun was shining brightly in Macragge, and the bright sunlight shone on the sapphire-like armor, making it sparkle.
Guilliman stood on the platform of the "Tita's Gate" at the northern entrance to the square, wearing ceremonial armour, with the banners of the Ultramarines and Titan Legions fluttering in the wind.
At a glance, his legions were standing in majestic formation on a square paved with azurite and marble from Mount Kaluu. The sunlight gave their blue helmets a flaming gold edge.
Like a blue ocean, Lord Macragge spared no effort to display his army. This was a form of respect and also a way to reassure the people.
The Astronomican was extinguished, the psyker went crazy, and for a time, rumors were rife in the Ultramar Empire. These destabilizing news spread too quickly, and even when Guilliman stepped in to govern, he did not achieve good results.
Therefore, Guilliman also had his own considerations for this welcome parade. He needed to make the people of Macragge realize that the country they live in is safe.
Guilliman raised his head, and the sunlight made his bright golden short hair look like pearly white. Lady Euden stood behind him. Today's lady was wearing a blue ceremonial dress with diamonds on the hem, sparkling.
Guilliman swallowed imperceptibly.
I don’t know if this is a good thing or not.
He muttered quietly, making sure only Euden and he could hear,
Euden smiled.
"Two Primarchs are always more reassuring than one."
Euton said,
"Or are you worried about your other brother?"
Guilliman paused.
[Mortarion has a strange personality.]
He said it directly because even Mortarion would most likely agree with Guilliman's words, and might even despise them for being "abnormal".
I was worried that he would see my behavior as a provocation.
Guilliman said,
[He is not a person who is used to complicated etiquette... I often cannot understand what he is thinking. He is always holding his sickle, as if a monster will jump out and attack him at any time. Apart from defense, he is not interested in anything else.]
"A cautious man who is a little extreme,"
Euton commented,
"This is not a bad thing. When a crisis comes, he will react before anyone else."
[I can do that, too.]
Guilliman spoke quickly, then paused.
[And I'm not too extreme, I'm just worried...]
The Lord of Macragge lowered his voice. He was worried that Mortarion's extreme behavior would bring some unwelcome impacts to Macragge.
Guilliman had learned through his mortal servants that gas masks were selling like hot cakes in the Macragge market recently. It seemed that his people had some strange rumors about the Death Guard.
Euden's soothing voice sounded,
"No,"
She said,
"When he sees Macragge, this shining pearl under your rule, he will understand your intentions. Perhaps the environment he grew up in has made him a cautious person, but our planet is a peaceful and pure land where any tired soul can be restored and rested."
Guilliman smiled.
Then, Guilliman paused, and his mortal servant handed him the command board.
[He is here.]
Guilliman said softly, staring at the message on the command board, where the information about the Death Guard requesting a landing was flashing.
He granted the request, and soon the sky over Macragge was filled with the roar of storm birds, and pale and moss-green warships cast shadows, mingled with gunpowder and a frowning smell.
Now, Guilliman believed that his people had foresight.
The crowd outside the square was commotioning, and the Ultramarines who were maintaining law and order were trying to calm people down.
But as that foot stepped out of the deep and dark transport plane, the noisy crowd instantly maintained a kind of stunned silence. They shut their mouths obediently, everyone's neck was retracted, but their eyes were wide open, staring closely at the front.
They subconsciously tried to retreat, but they kept their eyes open and looked forward, which made Guilliman smile bitterly.
He scared them.
Guilliman said softly,
The gray cloak fluttered without wind, and the hem still bore traces of war and bullets.
There were numerous tiny scratches on the bone-white armor, and even black and yellow dents at some joints. The moss-green shoulder armor looked old and dull, and the six-ringed skull was looking directly at every soul that was not afraid of death.
The huge sickle gently brushed across the red carpet. The sickle looked like it was taken out of a barn that had been sealed for many years. It was greasy, with unknown dark red dried marks.
The most eye-catching thing is that under the hood, the sparkling amber eyes are shining with some intense emotions at this moment, like a ball of flame, which makes the eyes of the Lord of Death look light gold.
At a certain moment, an idea suddenly popped up in Guilliman's mind.
He thought that the chance that Mortarion would strike him with his scythe now was far from zero.
However, Guilliman also believed that since the Death Guard had an excellent commander like Hades,
Then Hades must have advised Mortarion not to kill anyone at the welcoming ceremony.
Guilliman still hopes that the Death Guard will have a set of normal response standards for normal social etiquette.
At the other end of the red carpet that ran through the entire platform, Mortarion strode towards him, and Robert Guilliman maintained a perfect smile and also took a step forward.
People's eyes were focused on the two Primarchs. Behind Mortarion, the Death Guards also began to line up silently. It was just the most ordinary battle formation, and the aura surrounding them made people deliberately ignore them.
The bright sunshine made the red carpet sparkle, which gave Guilliman's armor a warm white edge. But to Mortarion, the overly strong sunlight was like drying a wet mushroom.
Finally, the two demigods met in the center of the red carpet.
Guilliman still maintained his perfect smile. If it were a politician, his smile would have become awkward and professional.
But at this moment, the one standing here was Robert Guilliman, his smile was warm and gentle, just like the smile of surprise that just curved up when meeting an old friend.
[brother,]
Guilliman spoke first, holding out his hand.
He watched as Mortarion's eyes slowly scanned the square from under the shadow of his hood.
The platform at the Titan's Gate is very large, not to mention that it is only the entrance to the Battle Square. In addition to the Battle Square, there are other squares connected to it, each of which is large enough to accommodate the Titan Legions allied with the Ultramarines.
The blue of the sky and the Legion reflected in Mortarion's eyes. In the distance, the flags of the two armies that were spontaneously hung in the residential areas were fluttering.
Guilliman's hand remained awkwardly in the air. For a moment, the hundreds of thousands of people on this vast platform fell silent.
Mortarion's gas mask hissed quietly.
The Lord of Death chuckled.
Then, as if remembering something funny enough, Mortarion laughed, and as he laughed he held out his hand - but not to Guilliman.
Mortarion took off his hood, and his dull white hair like straw stalks stood up. Then Mortarion skillfully placed the sickle on his shoulder and used that hand to take off his gas mask, revealing his dry and cracked mouth.
Mortarion bent slightly - he was taller than Guilliman - and held out his hand to him.
His eyes were curved with laughter, but even Guilliman could hardly tell whether the Lord of Death's smile was sarcastic or out of some kind of goodwill.
[brother.]
Mortarion neighed, he smiled,
[As expected of Macragge.]
He said, his tone indescribably strange, and wrinkles gathered at the corners of his eyes because of his smile.
Now Guilliman could not tell whether Mortarion was praising him or hoping to kill him.
Whatever it was, for some reason, Guilliman didn't feel very good.
Why not Hades
Guilliman thought as the two Primarchs shook hands, little knowing that Mortarion across from him was thinking the same thing.
In addition, Mortarion's grip was very strong, and Guilliman could hear the creaking of his own gauntlets.
I have no more codes today. I will try to save more codes. I will post more codes when I save more codes. I will also post them regularly.
Good
(End of this chapter)