Seven sacrificers of the world of life.
Seven planets being reborn.
The Mystics who have already infiltrated Macragge.
The first child of fungi to awaken.
The bells in the garden rang, seven long and distant sounds. It only took one chance to fall into the illusion, and He would have one more weight to persuade the rebellious son to turn back...
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[Too hasty.]
Mortarion commented, his eyes reflecting the ominous hospital complex.
The Vorx had no idea whether Mortarion was referring to themselves or their enemies.
At first glance, these buildings don't look like anything wrong, but as soon as you get closer, the stench of decay hits your nose -
Everyone present put on the highest level gas masks after being warned by the Lord of Death, but the stench still penetrated into their bones and souls.
Tiny screams and cries for help rang out from the shadows behind the window. In a trance, Vox even saw the figure of a Death Guard swaying between the windows? !
Vox was silent. He checked the ammunition on his waist again and confirmed the number of Death Guards following them.
"My lord, the Death Guard are ready to strike at any time."
He said, but saw Mortarion frowning at him and muttering something in dissatisfaction.
Then Mortarion opened the communication channel,
Gage,
Mortarion spoke, leaning on his scythe leisurely like a farmer standing in front of a field, not looking like he was about to launch an attack.
[Macragge First Hospital and its three affiliated residential areas, phosphorus fire bombs, incendiary bombs saturation bombing, it is recommended to use phosphorus fire bombs with radioactive residue. ]
After Mortarion finished speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at the buildings again, then the Lord of Death turned around and began to retreat outside the bombing area.
Vorx fell silent again, and as a Death Guard who misunderstood the GeneFather's intentions, he began to reflect.
Vorcus thought there would be a serious assault, a war against the creatures of the Warp - just as Mortarion had done every time before.
The Lord of Death's recent irritable and belligerent mood seemed to have caused him to misjudge...
Then, a sound like a scream exploded across the channel, and Vorx could imagine the hapless second-in-command screaming on the other end, while his fellow Ultramarines probably wished to hack to death the man who had authorized the Death Guard.
"Sir! I don't understand what you mean?!"
Mortarion frowned.
[I believe you can understand High Gothic. Saturation bombing of radioactive phosphorus bombs, covering three areas of Macragge First Hospital. Bombing will begin in forty seconds.]
"My Lord, this seems—"
If you don't do this,
Mortarion said as he looked towards the sky. In a very short period of time, thick dark clouds gathered on the horizon and it looked like it was going to rain soon.
Seeds and life flourish after the rain.
The other side understood this principle, and so did Mortarion.
If the Ultramarines do not follow my orders, Gage,
Mortarion said,
[Then the Death Guard will do it - maybe you will say that the Death Guard does not have the air superiority of Macragge now, but the Death Guard can have it. ]
Gage's anxious voice sounded,
"My Lord, Macragge would not authorize..."
Mortarion listened with satisfaction as the Ultramarines' voice died down. He read the meaning behind the Death Lord's words - the Death Guard would not mind launching an attack on Macragge and then gaining air superiority over Macragge.
He took a deep breath, and the smell of corruption entered his nose.
[If my judgment is wrong, then I am willing to bear all consequences - when Guilliman returns, I will personally await his judgment.]
The slightly trembling radio waves seemed to be trying to explain something.
Tick-tock, the first invisible drop of rain fell at the feet of the Lord of Death. Mortarion lowered his head and looked at the deeply wet ground in silence.
Mortarion's voice sounded serious and unyielding.
[Now, bomb this place, this is the last time.]
The Space Marines on the other side were torn. On one side was an area of at least hundreds of thousands of people, and on the other side was the Primarch's order.
Gage thought of Robert Guilliman's last instructions. At this moment, he wished that Guilliman had not left here.
He stood there, feeling crushed by the pressure.
Finally, Gage said,
"Sir, please give us a reasonable explanation afterwards."
Mischievous wrinkles appeared at the corners of Mortarion's eyes. He laughed dryly a few times and watched with satisfaction as the sound of storm birds roaring in the sky came. The smooth body of the battleship broke through the clouds and flew towards this area.
He seemed to hear the cries of those curious people in the distance. Perhaps their family members, loved ones, and friends were in this hospital - but they could do nothing.
The first phosphorus bomb drew a perfect arc in the air, and a violent and strange bright flame exploded, blowing up the walls of the hospital, and body parts flew everywhere.
In the Primarch's sight, Mortarion saw the mottled walls infected by fungus.
He saw those, still standing, "living" corpses.
But they were about to disappear again, Mortarion thought, and he would not rush recklessly into the enemy's trap again. It would cost him enough - but it would be worth it.
Phosphorus bombs fell one after another, and the Extreme Warriors even dropped smoke bombs. Perhaps for them, this was necessary to cut off the connection between the outside world and this hell on earth.
He will not lose this battle easily.
Mortarion thought that he could accurately predict the enemy's trajectory. That existence had... a high degree of commonality with him, which made his calculations more accurate.
And he is no longer the Mortarion who would easily be provoked by emotions and jump into the enemy's trap.
Even doing this means giving up a lot.
And Mortarion chose to give up.
Mortarion was silent. Even though the veil here was turbulent, this was still the physical world. Chaos could not directly summon their demonic armies. They needed rituals and anchors - and Mortarion would not allow these things to exist for long.
He was very curious about what other moves the enemy could have now.
Under the hood, Mortarion chuckled. "Use whatever means necessary" was originally used to describe Hades.
The Primarch stood there, his scales burning fiercely and a burnt smell coming from him, which made him feel quite good.
The hospital and nearby buildings have become half ruins. After a while, after the second round of bombing, this place will become a real wasteland.
There is no life, and the high residual radiation from the phosphorus bomb will wipe out all future life, sterilizing the area permanently.
Mortarion thought, and the Primarch's instincts made him realize that something was wrong - he looked up again,
His eyes reflected a new round of phosphorous fire bombs falling precisely towards his area.
!
The moment he was blasted into the wreckage of the hospital by the blast wave of the phosphorus bomb, Mortarion realized what he had overlooked -
There are traitors among the Ultramarines, just as there are among the Death Guard.
Unfortunately for him, Robouti Guilliman did not eliminate them.
Great!
(End of this chapter)