[Today's news from Macragge]
[The 14th Legion Death Guard successfully arrived at our planet and had a full and in-depth conversation with the Lord of Macragge, Robert Guilliman, specifically discussing the security and humanistic environment of the 500 Kingdoms of Ultramar.]
[After the meeting, the two adults went to the training room of the Ultramarines Legion for friendly communication, showing the deep friendship between the 13th Legion Ultramarines and the 14th Legion Death Guard.]
[Lord Guilliman said that this meeting was a victorious meeting, a... ]
Guilliman's personal training room, on the dueling stage,
Mortarion let out a hoarse laugh, and using his scythe as a crutch, he slowly walked towards Guilliman, who lay on his back, gasping loudly.
Both of them were in a very bad state, but they did not have many external injuries.
Mortarion walked over, his eyes gleaming with gloating pleasure.
[weak-]
Before he could finish his words, he fell straight down due to exhaustion. Guilliman quickly turned to the side and heard the sound of Mortarion's nose hitting the ground without any ripple in his heart.
[draw,]
Guilliman said that even though they had simulated battles before, Guilliman still could not understand Mortarion's endurance, which was like an abyss and had no bottom.
[It's a draw. Even if you want to play again, I won't accept it.]
Guilliman said calmly that he felt much better now than he did before the battle, probably because he was too tired to think about anything else.
He no longer had the energy to be angry. After the tide of rage, all that was left was instinctive thinking.
The battle with Mortarion would be a protracted one, and Guilliman was already certain that Mortarion's tactics included the option of "tiring the enemy to death".
Mortarion breathed hoarsely and tried to stand up. He shouldn't have simulated training with Guilliman before. The damn blue-eyed guy had been learning.
If both of them had not intended to stop, Guilliman, who had fought with Mortarion several times, might have had a higher chance of winning.
[All right,]
Mortarion said slowly,
[Who initiated this duel invitation? ]
Mortarion staggered to his feet. He stood up, and under the white light on the top floor of the dueling arena, he looked like a tall and thin pole.
Mortarion shook his head and picked up his scythe first, then he tilted his head and looked at Guilliman with disgust.
Below the dueling stage, Garro and Vorcus crossed their arms and said nothing, but the other Extreme Warriors looked like they were about to scream.
Mortarion pulled Guilliman to his feet with one hand.
Guilliman said a simple thank you, and Mortarion immediately let go, rubbing his hand against the oil-stained area on the scythe.
[You were the one who provoked me first.]
Guilliman gritted his teeth and raised his hand to signal Gage that he was fine. At the same time, he began to think about how to comfort the frightened Ms. Euden and how to regulate the current transportation lines in the Ultramar world.
But at that moment, Guilliman did feel an inexplicable rage, even if it had subsided now.
Hearing Guilliman's words, Mortarion laughed dryly as he remembered something funny.
[Nothing to say, idealistic fellow, pay attention inside—it’s time for the Death Guard to leave.]
Even though he was still very tired, his strength was beginning to surge. Mortarion quickly put on his breathing mask and hood, ready to leave.
[etc,]
Guilliman said,
[I just received a text message from Terra that Malcador is on his way to Macragge.]
Mortarion's hooded hand paused.
Malcador? That damned psyker
When did he arrive in Macragge
Mortarion asked.
said Guilliman.
Guilliman paused.
[I lost my few remaining psykers who were barely able to work because of this.]
Mortarion recalled the scene of his duel with Malcador. He laughed dryly.
[A cunning psyker... Malcador's psyker abilities are much more violent than he lets on.]
Guilliman continued,
[I hope you'll stay a little longer, Mortarion?]
… He lamented again in his mind why it wasn't Hades.
[You don't seem to be aware of the situation either. Now, with two large legions in Ultramar, we can completely absorb the human fleets that are in chaos due to the turbulence of the warp.]
Guilliman swallowed and continued clearly,
[Other star regions do not have Primarchs and Legions in charge, and with the Astronomican out and communications down, there will definitely be a lot of commotion.]
[That's their business.]
Mortarion said calmly,
[What is your business, Mortarion?]
Guilliman asked in return. Mortarion paused, and the Lord of Death spoke.
[Find the starting point of all this, and then end it all.]
[Do you know where the starting point is, and have the means to end it? ]
Mortarion was silent, then, through gritted teeth,
[… No.]
Guilliman opened his arms, raised an eyebrow, and stared at his stubborn brother.
Mortarion took a deep breath.
[At least the Death Guard should be on the battlefield, not wasted here.]
[It's peaceful here, very... very good, we are not needed. ]
Mortarion said, he saw the smile on Guilliman's face, the Lord of Death decided to take back what he had just said,
[Brother, you can only play a real role if you stay here. Before the situation becomes clear, every bit of strength should be dormant and preserved, rather than wasted.]
Mortarion thought about the blood in the Death Guard torture chamber some time ago.
Mortarion was silent. He strode off the duel stage, the balance of decision swaying.
Now the Death Guard really couldn't calibrate the direction, which was a rather tricky problem, and... Guilliman was right about one thing, he didn't know what was happening.
If it was Malcador... Mortarion thought, that psyker would definitely know something. Hades had worked with Malcador before, and Malcador was also in charge of the logistics of the Order of Silence. If he wanted to get some intelligence, then he couldn't miss Malcador.
[You do seem to desire an ally, Guilliman.]
Mortarion said as he casually used the bandage on the sickle to wrap the wound on his arm. In order to avoid injuries that would affect the subsequent combat work of both sides, the two Primarchs were both wearing light armor and fought very restrainedly.
[Then you should treat your ally well next time instead of inviting him to the duel as soon as he lands. ]
Mortarion said as he walked towards the door, passing by Jotun who was holding a cup of tea and had just been watching the battle between the two primarchs nervously.
Mortarion was sure he had shown Lady Euden how well her adopted son, Roboute Guilliman, was suited to being roughed up, that the Primarch was indestructible, that Guilliman was too coddled—
Going back to a quarter of an hour ago, he tried to smash Guilliman's head to the ground, and Guilliman fought back by kicking him hard at the same time. Mortarion coughed up blood, and he was sure that his internal organs were dislocated by the blue dwarf.
Mortarion breathed calmly. He heard Guilliman's exclamation behind him. He walked casually to Euden and took the tea prepared by Lady Euden very naturally.
Mortarion would not dwell on details such as who the cup of tea was intended for.
Thank you, ma'am.
He said, and walked away with the tea. Mortarion took off his mask and took a sip of the tea.
[The Death Guard will stop briefly in Macragge before their navigator finds the correct course.]
Mortarion stretched out his hand and waved it. Behind him, Guilliman could only see the Primarch-sized teacup in Mortarion's hand.
"Then," Mortarion sneered, "I thank the Lord of Macragge for taking me in."
[where did you go?!]
Guilliman's final angry shout came from behind Mortarion.
Mortarion smiled.
[Look at Macragge.]
The gentle voice of the Lord of Death blew from the corner of the door.
Guilliman sighed softly. He was very regretful now, regretting his mistake just now.
But it’s okay, because another brother is coming.
Yay! Double update!
(End of this chapter)