In the palace corridor, Mortarion ran into Angron, who was rushing out, and Guilliman chasing after him.
The Lord of Red Sand was furious, and the worry between his brows was almost materialized. He held a battle axe in his hand and carried two of his World Eaters guards on his shoulders.
Without even a glance, Angron passed Mortarion, stirring up a gust of wind.
[Angron?!]
Chasing behind the Lord of Red Sand, Guilliman's shouts finally reached him, and the blue-helmeted giant was trying his best to catch up with Angron.
Without hesitation, Mortarion turned and followed Angron.
[Angron!]
Mortarion's hoarse voice burst out, and he saw Angron's footsteps pause for a moment, but he continued to run forward.
[I have to go back to my offspring!!]
Angron shouted, and he heard the distant roar in his ears, the breaking of power armor, and the swinging of crude axes.
[Angron, the Ultramarines nearby have already come to support you! You don't need to be so nervous, it's probably just that the equipment on the space station is outdated! This is indeed my fault—]
Angron saw those blasphemous scenes, blood and skulls piled up, and he felt the pain of his children dying.
[This is not an accident!]
Angron roared.
[That damn coward hasn't given up yet, I can feel it! It's watching me! ]
Guilliman gritted his teeth. The communication channel beside his ear kept ringing. There was still a secondary explosion in the spaceport. The flames produced by the explosion and the large pieces of building materials that were peeled off caused some damage to the World Eaters' warships.
He had no idea why the World Eaters' ships did not move away from that area. In the observation images sent back from the space station, the warships were lying quietly in the burning ocean.
[I must return to them. The World Eaters cannot take any more blood!]
Angron shouted as he ran out of the tall building. A roaring transport plane was parked in an open space not far ahead, waiting for the order from the Lord of Red Sand.
Guilliman caught up with him, panting. Mortarion glanced at his side, stretched out a hand, and pulled Guilliman forward. Guilliman looked at him gratefully.
[—Angron, this is a trap!]
Mortarion shouted, but he was sure Angron would not listen to him now.
Still some distance away from the transport plane, Angron first threw Kahn, who was on his shoulder, and another unlucky World Eater into the cabin.
Then the Primarch leaped, and after a loud bang, Angron's figure also rushed into the transport plane.
The battleship shook violently and began to rise into the air.
[Hey!]
Guilliman stared at the rising battleship, and in that instant, he thought a lot.
The Macragge capsule where the World Eaters warship was docked exploded.
Any other Primarch with a bad temper would probably stab Guilliman as soon as he received this news, and then immediately return to defend.
After all, the spaceport is run by the Ultramarines.
Even if this matter is settled, it will be difficult for the Ultramarines to have a close relationship with their legions... Now is a special period, and Guilliman does not want to lose Angron as an ally. He needs to set an example to restore the relationship between the legions and express his apology.
[Angron! You can't be so reckless!]
Guilliman's voice rang out,
Mortarion looked up and saw Guilliman's figure flying in the air.
Next to the hatch of the transport plane that was taking off, Angron leaned half of his body out and picked up Guilliman who had also chosen to go to the spaceport.
In slow motion, the two Primarchs turned their heads and looked at Mortarion who was still standing on the ground.
Guilliman's golden hair and Angron's red helmet gleamed in the bright sunlight of Macragge.
Mortarion half-thought that Angron and Guilliman were inviting him.
!
[Guilliman!!! Angron!!!]
[This is a trap!!!]
His gas mask hissed,
[Also—Macragge needs someone to guard it! ]
And this person should be Guilliman, not Mortarion!
Guilliman's hurried voice floated out from the closed hatch, with a hint of apology.
[Motarion, I'll be back soon. Gage will handle the official business. You can leave as well—]
The roar of the transport plane drowned out everything. Guilliman paused and swallowed the second half of his sentence.
He turned his head and saw Angron leaning against the wall with his arms folded, eyes closed, silent and serious.
Guilliman sighed and opened the communication channel with Mortarion.
[I will be back soon. I am only going to command the Ultramarines. It won't be long. Mortarion - you can also return to your fleet first, or go with us to the spaceport where the incident happened.]
It’s only a few hours’ flight from the spaceport above Macragge to Macragge.
Guilliman decided to comfort Angron while going to the scene to direct the disaster relief.
Guilliman tilted his head and an unpleasant whisper came from his channel. Judging from the situation, it should be the Barbarus language that Mortarion used to curse him.
Guilliman simply turned off the communication.
The transport plane flew away completely, leaving Mortarion standing there silently.
At this time, Garo and Vox, who had barely caught up with the original body, finally arrived at the scene.
Then they saw Mortarion, whose hand holding the sickle was shaking slightly with anger.
[The situation on the fleet side, Vox.]
Mortarion suddenly asked, and Vorcus stood at attention and answered,
[Sir, the aftermath of the spaceport explosion has disrupted communications. We are currently unable to contact the fleet, but before the explosion, the fleet was operating normally and on the highest level of alert.]
Vox paused for a moment.
[My Lord, do you want to go back? I have already notified the Stormbird of the Death Guard. The battleship will arrive in thirty seconds.]
Mortarion took a long look at the tiny dot in the sky.
He turned around abruptly and walked back into the palace.
[No,]
Mortarion said,
[Someone must stay here now.]
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Macurag First Hospital
A noisy crowd was crowded at the door of the cardiovascular department. The nurses were calling out numbers in a hurry. The called patients squeezed through the crowd and entered the consulting room with difficulty.
“So many people have been sick this year.”
The nurse was talking quietly to another nurse, and the hospital had opened several emergency passages for this purpose.
She lowered her voice.
"I heard from Doctor Alder that the symptoms of the people who fell ill this time are very similar to those of the group of psychics who went crazy back then."
The nurse who heard her immediately covered her mouth.
"Don't talk nonsense! The adults are protecting us, everything will be fine."
She glanced at the Ultramarines who were maintaining order among the crowd not far away.
The little nurse pulled her friend's hands away,
"I was just saying that! That's what everyone says, and I've heard worse—"
The light at the door went out, and the nurse stopped talking immediately. She called the name of the next patient.
"Next one, Seven!"
Great! I changed to a new laptop and am still getting familiar with the input method
(End of this chapter)