There are many ways to destroy a world: natural disasters, economic collapse, dynasty change, war, plague—
Among them, there are always some disasters that start from a small individual.
for example…
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It's an ordinary day.
Boris was on patrol as usual. He was a soldier of the 20th Chapter of the Ultramarines. He graduated from the Third Academy of the Ultramarines fifty-three years ago, ranked thirty-fourth, and successfully became an Ultramarines.
Boris held the bolter in his hand and received orders from his superiors that he and his battle brothers would be responsible for patrolling the area where the World Eaters Legion was stationed.
Boris welcomed the brothers in white helmets and blue armor to Macragge. He heard that the World Eaters were people who valued brotherhood and honor, and Boris admired such qualities.
Boris paced solemnly, his helmeted boots clanging on the steel floor.
In the distance, some of the moving World Eaters stopped and saluted Boris, who returned the salute.
One hour, thirty-four minutes and six seconds later, Boris successfully completed a patrol and walked back to the rest room, where he could rest for five minutes before patrolling the next area.
But when he walked into that room, Boris realized that something in his life had changed forever.
There were several chairs on display in the simple and clean room, with the U-flag and double-headed eagle flag of the Ultramarines hanging from the wall.
In the middle of the room stood a trembling old man.
"Feel sorry,"
The old man stammered, "I wanted to visit my porter son who lives nearby, but I am lost. Can you please show me the way, sir?"
This was supposed to be a normal, casual mission to help the citizens of Macragge.
But Boris looked at the old man, he subconsciously took a deep breath, and he recalled his true mission.
He is the alpha, and so is the old man.
And when he remembered who he was, it meant he had to go on a mission.
…Angron.
If they were to save Sanguinius, Angron would be sacrificed.
This is fate, the scales are always fair.
This, Boris thought, was why he was here, why he was an Ultramarines.
"Yes, citizen, please follow me this way."
Boris said, holding the door open for the old man, while the dutiful Ultramarines informed his superiors of the news.
Boris knew that this move would send other signals.
And they have already begun.
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Endurance
Master foundry craftsman Pasteur silently opened the heavily guarded door, and the dim light came on, shining on the fearless body.
The fifth company commander, An Tai, walked out cautiously from behind Pasteur. When he saw An Tai enter the room, Pasteur closed the door and locked it immediately.
"You have to think about it,"
Pasteur said gloomily,
"The Forge Master has the right to conduct regular inspections of the Dreadnaught, but bringing in unrelated personnel is against the regulations."
An Tai swallowed his saliva and stared at the Dreadnought, which was modified by the commander himself and was flashing with a cold light.
Antaeus spoke hoarsely in the language of Barbarus.
"Pasteur, Io, and Lena are dead."
"I know."
Pasteur replied calmly. He walked to the command desk next to the Dreadnought as usual and activated the resuscitation system.
An Tai smiled.
"It's hard to imagine that Lena, who passed the recruit assessment with us, is a traitor. The commander even praised us."
Pasteur raised his eyes from the operating table.
"I'm not interested in any of that, Antai."
"If you were really not interested, you wouldn't help me."
An Tai forced his gaze to move to the fearless black eyepiece.
"After so many years, I became the captain of the Fifth Company, and you became the strongest casting master in the Casting Department... Io was supposed to be the next chief pharmacist, and Lena—"
"He became a traitor."
Pasteur hummed, "Forty seconds left."
An Tai closed his eyes.
"Pasteur, you are lucky that you didn't experience all that... During those days, I stood there and watched the people I once knew being torn apart and covered in blood."
"If you are dissatisfied with this," said Pasteur, "I can always let you go to those people you are familiar with, Ante."
"No," Antaeus said, "I just want to know how this happened, and I believe I can find the answer here."
An Tai was silent for a moment.
"He is the first traitor in the written record of the Death Guard."
"Karas Typhon."
Karas woke up from a feeling of near-death dryness. He opened his eyes dizzily.
He expected to see a sad-looking Mortarion, or Hades finally ready to kill him.
No, he saw two little brats.
"What the fuck is going on—"
“Bang!!! Boom!!!!!!”
A dull and huge explosion suddenly came, and the bulkhead of the Earth-shaking Endurance trembled.
The red warning light came on, and he saw the kid tilt his head and listen carefully to the alarm on the communication channel for a while—
Ante suddenly shouted, and he signaled Pasteur to open the door quickly.
"A spaceport exploded!"
"One block away from the Death Guard—that's where the World Eaters are!"
The master foundry opened the door, and Antaeus, who was urgently summoned, ran out immediately, leaving Pasteur standing by the door.
Pasteur turned slowly and stared at the silent Caras Typhon.
"I'm sorry, my Lord, it was a sudden thing. Perhaps I can let you go back to sleep."
Karas thought about it calmly. Among the many troubles he might face and the Mortarion he might face later, he chose to fall asleep again.
"good."
Pasteur stepped forward, ready to close Fearless again. Staring at Pasteur, Callas suddenly asked,
"Who are you, little bastard?"
"Master Pasteur, my lord,"
Pasteur answered honestly, and in order to prove that his casting skills were excellent and would definitely alleviate the pain of Fearless, he added an extra sentence:
"Commander Hades's disciple."
"What did you say?!"
Karas screamed.
"Someone else can shut it down. Anyone! Except you—and Hades!"
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Mortarion walked depressedly on the streets of Macragge. His next step was to return to the Death Guard fleet and then find a way to leave this damn place.
He would rather die in the cold battlefield than rot in the promised land.
But this was not what troubled Mortarion.
He calculated and planned silently, he stepped on the land of Macragge step by step, analyzing with mathematics.
Mortarion was always one step away from his calculated outcome.
No matter how he calculated, deduced, or analyzed.
Always one step short.
Mortarion frowned, wondering irritably what he had overlooked.
A land of luck, spoiled people, Death Guard, Macragge...
Mortarion subconsciously raised his head, and before his eyes were illuminated by the fireball bursting from the sky, he finally remembered what he had missed -
Angron?!
The Lord of Death turned around suddenly and ran towards the castle.
Behind him, brilliant flames exploded in the sky.
Ominous numbers are surrounding Angron's fate.
Sorry... No more today... Physical examination has consumed half of my life, I will update tomorrow during the day, everyone go to bed early... Vomiting soul...
A strange thing happened. My old and broken notebook is finally on the verge of being scrapped. Today, I almost failed to open the Writer's Assistant...
(End of this chapter)