A fireball exploded, and fragments of the ship were splashed by the shock wave of the explosion, flying into the void, and instantly turned into a burning and sinking giant island.
The blazing fire reflected on the mechanical surface, and Trazyn watched the human naval battle with great interest.
"Are they letting you escape on purpose?"
Behind Trazyn, Malcador was resting in a chair with his eyes closed, looking listless.
The ship shook violently, debris fell from the ceiling,
"What else?"
The white-haired young man said impatiently, "Do they really intend to use the Spirit of Vengeance as its vessel and bury it with this stupid dog-luring plan?"
Trazyn's head turned 180 degrees, his electronic eyes glowing green.
"But Hades is indeed playing on the Vengeful Spirit right now. I don't think he has any plans to leave anytime soon?"
"Not any time soon," Malcador rubbed his brow wearily. "If I remove the arrow, the Black Realm will be anchored to my physical body again."
"I'm a little confused," Trazyn blinked his fluorescent green eyes anthropomorphically, "They want you to pull out the arrow?"
"No," Malcador said, his eyes slightly open, his eyes unclear. "They hope that I, who am in Cadia, can lead it away - lead it back to where it is sealed, and seal it again."
Trazyn stared at Malcador. "But who will do it?"
Malcador looked back at Trazyn and did not answer Trazyn directly. "Alpha told me that he is no different from me."
Trazyn suddenly raised the Mechanic Axe in his hand. The axe blade, which imitated the Martian Cult, was green.
Malcador was looking at him calmly, and continued,
"The Lord of Mankind once predicted that a powerful psyker would take on the color of Chaos in the Eye of Terror - we all thought it would be Magnus."
"Malcador..." Trazyn said softly, half of Malcador's face reflected on the axe. "Are you loyal?"
"Loyal," Malcador waved his hands irritably, "but you should give me some time. I am competing with them for the use of my soul."
Malcador looked past Trazyn and stared out the observation window with a frown. As if he knew something, the old man shook his head.
“… Let him be.”
Without waiting for Trazyn to say anything Malcador closed his eyes again, falling into a drowsy state.
Trazyn was stunned for a moment, muttered a few words, then turned around again, staring at the explosions of the human ships, and connected the explosions with his fingers on the glass.
The pearly white horse galloped straight towards the star of no return.
Half an hour later, Malcador was dragged and hauled aboard the shuttle to the lower planet.
In the deepest part of the cabin of the hastily taken off shuttle, White Wolf's eyes were gleaming, and on his waist and sheepskin coat, the green jade beads were swaying with the bumps.
The Khan will personally escort him to the finish line.
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The moss-green ships were like daggers, piercing a little through the fleet that covered the sky. The self-exploding meteorites covered the outside of the Death Guard's fleet, and with the thrust of their engines, they continued to rush into the Warmaster's fleet.
Explosions rang out one after another, forming a river and lighting up the path of the Death Guard's suicide charge. The leading Fourth Knight held his head high, and the Death Knight on the skeleton horse raised his spear and forcibly tore open a path.
During this time, there were many Death Guard ships hiding behind meteorites that were attacked and severely damaged. Knowing that they could not keep up with the queue, the ships automatically broke away from the team, running their side engines at full capacity, and rushed towards the Warmaster's overwhelming fleet.
The six-thorn skeleton shows neither sadness nor joy.
The god of death tore flesh and blood from his scythe, the scythe danced into a full moon, and the splashing blood drew an arc.
The mouth under the gas mask moved. Although there was no sound, the pair of eyes full of contempt had already expressed what he wanted to say.
Mortarion wanted to say, come again.
Bloody air gushed out of Blood Red Alpha's mouth, and the red blood under his feet had already turned into gray ashes, which were still spreading towards him like moss.
Even though Alpha had ascended to a demon, Mortarion was still taller than him. The tall, thin ghost in front of him stared down at him, and the scythe in his hand had already attacked him again -
Mortarion turned his head and saw Omega staggering.
Wrinkles formed at the corners of the Pale Lord's eyes. Mortarion was smiling. He stretched out a hand and casually took off his gas mask. The corners of his mouth, which were cracked by the poison gas, were full of smiles.
Mortarion opened his mouth and whispered,
[It came out so soon? ]
In the dim corridor, Mortarion's amber eyes were shining like burning golden pupils.
[Okay...] Mortarion said in a somewhat lonely tone, and then he laughed again. He took a step to the right casually, dodging Alpha's blood spear, and then Mortarion raised his free hand, waving it and shouting -
Omega tried in vain to shoot at him, shouting desperately to interrupt him, but Mortarion had already shouted,
[Hades! This way! Come this way!!!]
Mortarion's crazy and evil laughter echoed in the corridor, but the culprit fled the next moment after he shouted this sentence. The fog rolled, and Mortarion instantly left behind the two people he had just been fighting with.
Omega slowly turned his head and saw the darkness he had just escaped from surge up again at the other end of the corridor.
[Mortarion!!!]
The blood-red Alpha roared angrily.
At the farthest point where the roar could reach, the white mist rolled, gathered again, and condensed into a human shape. The next moment, the giant scythe stretched out, slashed, turned, hooked, swept, and the head fell to the ground. Mortarion moved forward smoothly in the corridor of the Vengeful Spirit, heading for the place that Lorgar had told him last.
Mortarion felt the death, billions of deaths within the Eye of Terror, including the deaths of the Warmaster's army and the Death Guard.
He reaped lives, feeling the countdown above everyone's head.
Hades was devouring the giant ship, starting from the stern. Mortarion estimated that the stern of the Spirit of Vengeance should now be a completely dead hell.
The gods must have used some tricks to slow down Hades, Mortarion thought.
The Pale Lord raised his hand, white mist rose, and the densely packed soldiers and demon troops who were blocking him fell into death with wailing.
And now, speed is everything.
What Mortarion had to do was simple. He killed Lupercal Horus together with Hades on the Vengeful Spirit before Malcador rescued Hades and the Black Reach returned.
Makado told him to hold on and wait for rescue
A mocking smile flashed across Mortarion's dead eyes, and his scythe opened and closed widely. With the Primarch as the center, a sticky blood rain fell within a five-meter radius.
So in Terra's eyes, the Death Guard are such a conservative existence
Yes, Mortarion's eyes dimmed for a moment. He was too conservative and acted as if he cared about his life.
Strictly speaking, the battle was fought in a completely Mortarion-like personal style, and was the first battle after the Primarch returned to the Death Guard Legion.
Battle of Galaspa.
With the least number of soldiers and the highest casualties, tear through the thickest defense and directly decapitate the enemy's highest commander.
After the Battle of Galaspa, Hades, as the legion's logistics officer, righteously criticized this extreme behavior.
But for Mortarion now... all this is too conservative!
If death cannot change this war!
Then let - let all this disappear!
As long as he kills Horus in advance, they won’t have to worry about retreating after Hades is rescued!
Mortarion could not help but smile, filled with death.
Yes, code!
(End of this chapter)