[No news from the support team? ]
Mortarion spoke slowly, and the Ultramarines before him gave him an affirmative answer.
Mortarion pondered for a moment the possibility that Angron and Guilliman had died aboard the World Eaters' warship.
Finally, the Lord of Death considered them not dead, nor... Fallen—
If they die or fall, then at least...
Mortarion glanced at the Ultramarines Gage in front of him without leaving a trace.
Then at least their offspring would have some reaction.
[…]
Although there were no World Eaters here, Mortarion believed that Angron would not be a big problem.
If Angron still doesn't have the proper understanding and concept of Chaos... then Hades saved him in vain.
No, Mortarion was sure, anyone who spent enough time with Hades would become wary of Chaos.
Even if they don't actively seek trouble with Chaos and the Warp, with Hades around - those troubles will come to you.
As if he was thinking of something funny, Mortarion chuckled, and he thought self-deprecatingly of how he was frightened by the hallucination.
And the culprit, Hades.
Until now, the unforgettable illusion of that year is still engraved in the depths of Mortarion's soul, as well as... the word that has been sealed up layer by layer.
Mortarion could no longer remember what the word was, and Malcador used his psychic power to force him to forget it.
This was the only thing Malcador did that did not offend Mortarion.
No, it should be the second one.
The first thing Mortarion thought of was that Malcador was on his way to Macragge.
He hoped that the Imperial Regent would arrive soon so that he could understand the situation clearly - who were the enemies, who were the friends, and where were the enemies.
Then he went to put his enemies to sleep.
Mortarion was silent as he once again calculated the fate of Angron and Guilliman. It looked like they would not die any time soon.
At least this is a good thing for Mortarion now.
Even though it's been a week.
The Death Guard has been dispatched. Under the instruction of Mortarion, most of the Death Guard and the entire Zero Company went to the exploded spaceport for support, while the other part landed on Macragge.
Since the Death Guard had no authority to guard Macragge without orders from Roboute Guilliman himself, Mortarion silently stationed the Death Guard near the palace.
He always felt that something was about to happen.
What will it be
Mortarion thought, and he thought of Guilliman, this dull guy who never seemed to understand Mortarion's vigilance, but Mortarion would prove him right.
For Mortarion, this world can only do two things.
Attack him, and prepare to attack him.
Mortarion remained silent. He waved his hand to signal Gage to leave, then he picked up the star map on the table and began to look at it.
Mortarion has recently been trying to apply numerology to warp navigation. He is fed up with useless navigators who often cover their eyes and wail.
He tried to work out where the original position was.
Now, Mortarion knew the location of Macragge, and he could also observe that there was a huge crack in the galaxy.
But the bad news is that since Mortarion does not know the exact location of the crack and its three-dimensional inclination, the crack is of almost no help to his deduction.
Mortarion needed another star to provide a reference.
…
But unfortunately, he can't meet her now.
Footsteps sounded, and Mortarion put down the calculation paper in his hand. Jotun came, followed by her Ultramarines guard.
Jotun walked with ease to Mortarion's makeshift office in Macragge.
Use concise and powerful facts - the Primarchs are not creatures that die easily. Even if they are thrown into space, they can still jump freely, but they are a little cold.
And Jotun didn't seem to be complaining to Mortarion again. She was a strong woman, and Mortarion appreciated that.
He had seen too many examples of people who collapsed and were unable to continue fighting because of the death of their loved ones or old friends.
"Makragge has been unstable lately."
[Um.]
Mortarion hummed. A spaceport had exploded on the heads of these pampered Macragge people, and their Primarch was still undecided whether he was dead or alive. Mortarion could imagine their panic and helplessness.
They were treated so well that they were afraid of death.
"I hope to be out there comforting people soon. I'm planning to go to the hospital to do a visit to children and veterans."
Jotun said, Mortarion looked at Jotun, her face had fine wrinkles.
Jotun had concealed it well, but Mortarion felt that the person who needed comfort the most in this situation was Jotun.
But this strong woman chose to stand up for herself and help Robouti Guilliman govern his empire.
[… This is your business, ma’am.]
Mortarion said, spreading his hands, feeling a little regretful as to why such an excellent lady could educate such a Primarch.
He stared at Jotun... Mortarion narrowed his eyes slightly.
[Do you mind if I take a look at your location in the subspace? ]
Mortarion said and Jotun laughed, she thought Mortarion was joking, no, he was not.
Except for that guy Hades and himself, Mortarion could sense people's vague fate through numerology.
If there was a psyker in front of him, Mortarion could even predict, or sense what the psyker would do next - even if he was a hidden psyker, Mortarion could still find him out through numerology.
Mortarion ignored Lady Jotun's tired, slightly relieved smile and began to calculate.
Numbers are crucial, this is the most crucial part of numerology.
…
A deep hissing sound came from Mortarion's gas mask.
Thank you, ma'am.
He said calmly,
"What's wrong?"
[No... nothing... just that your trip may have to be cancelled. ]
Mortarion replied,
[But I know your good intentions, I will go to visit those... children and veterans on your behalf. ]
Mortarion looked up, and Garro stepped forward in silence.
[Protect this lady, Jialuo, go to the Death Guard logistics to get a few sets of auxiliary military protective clothing. ]
[… Also, call Gage over. I need the right of way to Macragge Street. This is not a request, this is a notification.]
Mortarion stood up heavily, picked up the sickle at hand,
[Tell the Ultramarines now, immediately, and immediately to seal off the city, prohibit residents from going out, and implement wartime supplies. ]
He didn't think he was being too cautious.
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