Jialuo was running, weaving through the corridor. He heard the sound of life fading away behind him. The team he led was standing behind him, using their lives to delay time for him.
The reason why it was Galao was because he was the best record holder in the obstacle race in this team.
And not because he is the company commander.
He strode down the corridor, his heavy footsteps colliding with the sound of his heartbeat, thumping. Jialuo heard the sound of pursuit behind him, they were getting closer and closer, but Jialuo just kept running.
He desperately pressed the communication button of the channel, cursing the technical master of the Death Guard in his heart. Why was the communication of the channel cut off at this time? !
He almost sped up to the fastest speed. In the Death Guard, speed was not a valued factor, and only some veterans paid attention to it.
Fortunately, it was him who came now, and not some new generation, Garo thought, especially one of Barbarus descent.
But even so, the footsteps behind Garo became louder and louder, and the distance between them was shrinking at an incredible speed. It was not the Son of Horus who was chasing him, Garo realized, but Horus.
Horus Lupercal was chasing him personally.
This fact made Jialuo's heart sink to the bottom.
He needs to pass this information on. Perhaps Jialuo cannot correctly judge the meaning behind this information, but he knows the weight of this information.
At this moment, Garro's mind became clearer and clearer. The best result would be that the communication was restored, or he would meet the Death Guard reinforcements. Otherwise - in about two minutes, he would be caught up by Horus.
Unfortunately, their previous speed was too fast, too good, and the army penetrated far enough to be too far away from their main force.
After all, before this, their plan was not to return.
Killed aboard the Vengeful Spirit.
Garo was running in a corridor full of blood. Because of running wildly, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose. Garo prayed to the Lord of Mankind, he prayed that he could complete his mission.
Garro also tried to call upon the Pale King, but the Black Realm blocked it, or perhaps it was because he himself was never too devout to Mortarion.
But in the end, fate gave him a chance.
There was a rustling sound coming from the pipe at the end of the corridor. Jialuo immediately understood what it was. He ran over, drew his sword and cut a small hole in the pipe. The metal cut by Jialuo fell off, revealing a pair of terrified eyes in the pipe.
It was a member of the Cerberus auxiliary army who was placing explosives in the pipe. Garo recognized the tattooed number on her face.
"Answer my question briefly. Where are you from, Hellhound?"
He didn't see any Death Guard troops nearby. This mortal came to this floor from a pipe entrance on another floor.
"Lower level three, sir." Hades Hound answered immediately. She saw Garro's distinctive shoulder armor and realized that he was an important figure of the Death Guard.
"It's been occupied by the Death Guard."
This is the lower level one, Garo was delighted. There were no stairs nearby, so Horus and his warriors could not reach there quickly. They could not pass through the narrow pipes - these vertical pipes that ran through several floors were so deep that only thin mortals could squeeze in.
Besides, there might not be any communication blocking there.
"Can you still go back and reunite with the Death Guard?"
The Hellhound glanced down, "If I don't plant explosives, it's fine, sir."
"Okay," Garro said, "M057, top order, soldier, abandon your current mission. I need you to pass on an important message. Be sure to tell the Death Guard—Horus wants to blow up Cadia. The Death Guard needs to immediately attack their fleet deployed on the equator."
"Tell them this message comes from Garo, and they will understand."
The Hades dog stared at him and nodded. The thin brown-haired woman repeated Garo's words and began to climb down the pipe.
Garro stood by the pipe, his hands pressed against the cold metal, clenched into fists nervously.
He hoped to hear the news of success. Now everything depended on that thin mortal. Would she succeed? Would she understand what Garo meant? Or worse, would all the Death Guards on the lower level fail.
But he no longer had the power to choose. Garo realized that the nearest Death Guard unit was still about ten minutes away from him.
Garo's heart sank as he continued to try to open the communication channel. At the same time, he walked back a distance to prevent Horus from discovering the hidden hole in the pipe.
The temporary commander of the Death Guard is not a reckless person. Under the high pressure of Mortarion's management, Garro will think of more prudent methods and different backup plans to ensure that the mission is completed.
But the surprises are endless.
There were slow footsteps behind him, and Garo turned around, drawing his sword.
He looked at Horus who was walking towards him with a smile.
Maybe you should be more optimistic, Garo, he thought, those selected as suicide bombers in the Hellhound Auxiliary Army would be more reliable than ordinary soldiers.
[Not running anymore? ]
Horus said this easily, while Garo just pursed his lips and said nothing.
The sword he held up before the Primarch seemed as crude as a child's stick.
No Space Marine could truly defeat the Primarch, no.
Even though Garro had always been responsible for supervising Mortarion and being vigilant against Mortarion's rebellion, even though Garro had always tried to use the Primarch as an imaginary enemy - he had never lasted more than three moves in practice with Mortarion.
"You seem to have frightened Abaddon," Horus said slowly, as if he was not in a hurry. Didn't the Primarch realize that Garro had passed the message? Or had he intercepted the mortal soldier
"I just told my duty."
Garo said that Horus raised his eyes, like a lion who is not in a hurry to kill the hare in his hand,
"I have never seen Abaddon like that before—what did you say?"
But Horus was just thinking, the Warmaster's eyes were dim and unclear, and arcs of electricity ignited on Horus' claws, but Horus was just silent.
[Who told you to do this?] Horus asked, [Mortarion? Or that monster?]
"My father Mortarion."
Garro raised his voice, "The Death Guard never shows mercy. If the prohibition is violated, the Gene Father can also be judged!"
He roared, "The Lord of Mankind trusted you! He gave you the title of Warmaster, and you betrayed him!"
"You too should be tried, traitor!"
This completely enraged Horus, and Horus' claws stabbed at him at an absolute speed. Garro gave up blocking with the sword, and he swung the sword at Horus' arm -
clang!
The broken sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, just like the claw of Horus piercing through Garro's chest. Horus's index and ring fingers pierced his two hearts. The electric current burned his internal organs violently, burning everything to ashes.
Garro's pupils were distorted, and he saw the scratches on Horus's arm armor that he had cut.
[I have never betrayed.] Horus said word by word, Garro's blood dripped from his lightning claws. The Primarch saw this damned Death Guard and shook his head.
"You...know what you're...doing."
Jia Luo said with difficulty,
"betray,"
"You are a traitor."
[I have never betrayed,] Horus gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with anger, his fingers clasped together, his internal organs making a sound like plastic creaking.
"You...kneel down...towards...those beings."
[Where is Mortarion?!] Horus burst out in anger, he pulled Garro closer, staring into his distracted but calm eyes, [He looks like that - do you really think he is clean?!]
Blood oozed from Garro's mouth. He did not answer the Primarch's question but just looked at him with pity, as if mocking his self-deception.
[I!] Horus roared, [Yes! Right!]
He threw Jialuo away violently, and Jialuo was knocked to the end of the corridor. The pipe he hit made a muffled sound, and his head drooped weakly, as if he was already dead.
But Horus knew that Garro was not dead yet.
His coughing and wheezing echoed in the corridor, the loudest of his wheezes, Horus no longer cared about a dying man, the message had been intercepted, he didn't want to waste time on this, Mortarion was coming soon,
Horus turned and began to walk away.
Bang!
Horus turned his head violently, the armor on his back that was hit by the plasma melted, and the circulatory system pipes underneath made a faint leaking sound.
Behind him, Garo, who was leaning against the pipe and holding the gun, slowly lowered his hand.
"For...the Emperor..."
Horus raised his gun in anger and shot at Garo, one shot, two shots, three shots... Finally, he put away the gun and left.
The corridor soon became deserted.
Garo leaned against the pipe, two pictures reflected in his dilated pupils, one was surging darkness, and the other was gray and white fog.
They spread towards him at the same time.
Jia Luo knew what it was, he knew what it represented, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could leave...
But he couldn't leave just yet.
He still didn't know whether his mission had been accomplished. His communication channel was still crackling, and Garo was waiting for the moment when the communication was restored, or the moment when the next Death Guard squad arrived here.
Death was very close to him, but Garo refused to leave. The old soldier waited here stubbornly. He was Garo, the temporary commander of the Death Guard. If Mortarion and Hades were not reliable, he would need to make full preparations.
Until - he heard the rubbing of cloth in the pipe. Is that hellhound back again?!
Jialuo's heart was at its highest point at that moment. There was a slight knocking sound coming from the pipe he was leaning on. Jialuo panted and whispered,
"… I am here."
"Lord Garro and Lord Vox said they received it. He has already led the fleet to attack, and the White Scars fleet will also go to support them."
Garo breathed a sigh of relief. Due to the uniqueness of the Death Guard, most people did not know the names of the Death Guard's leaders. The Hellhounds only recognized the patterns on the shoulder armor and did not know their names.
If she had named Vox, that would have proved she had delivered the message.
A female voice sounded, "My lord, I brought a medical kit."
"No need." Jialuo panted. In his blurred vision, he saw his almost broken chest. Knowing that the mission had been completed... there was no need to stay any longer.
"Why... did you come back..."
Garro saw the fog getting closer and closer to him, and he heard the whispers of other Death Guard, those who had already died.
"Sir, I'll be back to continue installing the explosives."
"Go ahead..."
"Yes, sir, may your soul return to Hades."
Garo leaned against the pipe. He heard the sound of the mortal continuing to climb upwards, then the countdown of the explosives. Three seconds later, a huge explosion and the sound of some blocks falling came down the pipe. He smelled blood that did not belong to him.
Garo saw the black tide surging over, covering up the whispers from the mist... He still did not choose it. Garo lowered his head and stared at the ground weakly. At the last moment, he saw the glorious figure on the throne.
Garo held out his hand.
No more today, because I can’t finish writing the next chapter!
Let's take a look at Final Destination 3 in the distance! Horus Nantong explodes
(End of this chapter)