Endurance, interrogation room.
Now.
.
In the small but empty interrogation room, the bright light examined everything, the dazzling white light. Even though it tried so hard, darkness still hid here.
It is not man who seeks knowledge, but knowledge that seeks man and devours those who know it.
The Primarch sat at the cold interrogation table, chewing everything.
The sound of heavy breathing, the sound of suffocation, was intermittent, and the gas mask was working hard.
Mortarion was like a corpse, his hood completely covering his only remaining eyes that could see the outside world.
Despair and fear are his cage and chains.
Confused, terrified, terrified, terrified, he was nailed to the sharpest cliff of Barbaryus, with pus eagles pecked at his flesh.
The consciousness of the Most High has never taken its eyes off Him. He is the chosen unfortunate one, and he is the favored and blessed one.
The owner of the garden loves his toys.
He. He is His no, no no no!!
He is Mortarion, he is the liberator of Barbarus, he is the leader of the Fourteenth Legion, he is he is not those things. He is not those things!
He is a human being!
Mortarion held on tightly to his position. He was still here. Nothing had happened yet. He hadn't been taken away yet—
He loves the emotion of despair.
He blinked.
Mortarion stood where he was, the dim light of the Endurance slowly illuminating the corpses at his feet, rustling, bacteria growing, viruses partying.
No Marine remained at their post, sickness seized upon them, and countless growths of corruption grew within their bodies.
The swollen body was tightly bound in the power armor, pus oozing out from the gaps, and twitching meaninglessly. Mortarion didn't know, was it pathological twitching, or a struggle to grasp its own destiny
"Father."
Father!
The tall Primarch bent over, feeling pain and weakness, the plague also eroding everything about him.
"Father, kill me, please kill me"
He gently reached out and took off the glove of his power armor, and his hand, pale as a withered bone, gently placed on the neck of his offspring.
"Feel sorry."
Death was Mortarion's final mercy.
However, the power of the God of Death was stolen.
He had never really understood death.
The neck was twisted into an abnormal arc, there was no blood, some semi-turbid mucus seeped out, he was not dead, no, he was already a corpse, he was trapped in his own corpse.
He struggled to look at him, his hazy white pupils staring at the Primarch, and a coughing sound came from his throat.
No, no! Don't, don't look at me like that!
Mortarion stood up and almost ran away.
He was a coward, he abandoned his children, he abandoned his warriors, he could do nothing.
The endless torture lasted so long that it was eternal.
He gave up, surrendered, knelt down, and gave his descendants a tomorrow.
Mortarion stood there, gasping for air, despair draped over him in a black cloak, he was just living, hopeless -
No. No, father, don't kneel. Don't kneel!
Don't kneel, you promised us that you would liberate everything!!!
Father, father, father!
Mortarion!
The burning sensation came again.
The Primarch opened his eyes, and the blinding white light pierced his eyes. Mortarion blinked blankly.
Is this an illusion? The future? Or reality
Hades looked at him.
"Are you alright, Mortarion?"
Mortarion ignored him, the Primarch rose to his feet as if sleepwalking, his chair screaming on the ground.
Father, father, father!!!
Mortarion shook his head and walked towards the door in a daze.
Hades quickly followed and touched Mortarion quietly. Fortunately, his soul was still dazzlingly white.
But why did he suddenly stand up? What did he, Mortarion, just see
The moment Hades followed Mortarion out, he already knew the answer to his doubts.
The long and narrow corridor connecting the interrogation rooms was now a sea of white and green.
People, all of them.
Kneeling person.
The kneeling Barbaros.
Someone who caught a glimpse of the truth.
“No kneeling.”
Mortarion's hoarse voice rang out, echoing in the long and narrow corridor, causing ripples one after another.
But no one paid any attention to him.
Countless Death Guards in full armor knelt on one knee on the ground, bolters, melta weapons, and chainsaw sickles breathing silently.
When Hades told Mortarion about the existence of the Warp, the illusions that Mortarion saw and the despair that he felt slowly permeated through his connection with the Death Guard.
They saw the future.
Mortarion and the entire Death Guard, in a way, saw the final end of the Legion.
Rotting in this filth.
Some of the Terra veterans were still able to control themselves and stood still trembling, but the Barbarus descendants who had been following Mortarion since the liberation of Barbarus immediately put down their training and ran over desperately.
They felt the Primarch's despair.
"Get up, don't kneel!"
Mortarion roared, and the sound waves exploded in the narrow corridor.
The Space Marines have an inseparable spiritual connection with their Primarchs.
Especially when a Space Marine respects and loves their Primarch from the bottom of their heart.
The Primarch's emotions and state are something that every Space Marine can vaguely sense.
Barasin stood at the end of the corridor like a gatekeeper. Just now, the Endurance seemed to have turned into a quagmire filled with blood and flesh, with despair and pain spreading in every corner.
But the illusion soon vanished, leaving only the cold walls of the Endurance.
Barasi was the first Death Guard to come to his senses. He felt suffocating pain and despair in his heart.
After realizing what might happen next, Barasi immediately ordered that, except for necessary posts, the rest of the mortal crew members return to the lounge to stand guard.
He then contacted hardline veterans to take over the Death Guard's defense.
The Primarch's emotions fluctuated greatly, and even some Terrans came, but they did not kneel, but just stood on the edge, like guarding knights.
The Primarch's roar was heard, but no one left.
Is this a silent request or a desperate cry for help
Or is it both
The Primarch turned around instantly, slammed the door of the interrogation room, walked quickly back to the interrogation table and sat down, covering his eyes in despair.
When Hades saw what happened in the corridor just now, he swallowed silently.
Not only Mortarion, but also the legions connected with Mortarion received the illusion that the Primarch had just had.
It seems like he's in big trouble this time.
But. Hades thought confusedly, he didn't remember being so careless.
No, now is not the time to doubt yourself.
"Mortarion?"
Hades asked cautiously.
Mortarion grunted weakly.
He knew why his descendants were kneeling. They were begging him, asking him not to kneel.
Ask him to stand up and lead them.
He. He can't do it.
Just like the weak self who was thrown off the cliff by Nakre.
The feeling of the Death Guard's neck still lingered on his hand.
"Motarion, I will continue to tell you what I know."
Hades' untimely words rang out, eager and serious.
"Those creatures of the Warp are not invincible. They are trapped in the laws of the Warp, and the physical world rejects their existence."
"Compared to killing people in the physical world, they are better at deceiving people mentally. As long as we have firm thoughts and a rational mind, we will not be easily shaken by creatures in the warp."
"Moreover, even if there are creatures of the Warp that exist in the physical world, we can destroy their bodies and then banish them back to the Warp."
"We can try to fight them, they are not invincible."
Mortarion did not move.
"What was that scene just now?"
That's it. Hades swallowed again.
"That's an illusion."
"But if we remain content with the status quo, that is the future."
Is that so
Mortarion claimed to be a materialist, but everything that had just happened, the sudden hallucination, the crazy feeling of despair that surged up.
"You already knew that?"
Mortarion's sudden question made Hades tremble!
"Yes. I have seen such visions, too."
Mortarion glanced at Hades, then lowered his eyes.
"Then why are you following me, following a legion that is destined to be devoured?"
Hades, the comrade who finally reached the top of the mountain with him, if you knew everything on the Emperor's Dream, why didn't you choose to leave
Hades was silent.
"Because I know that the future is not set in stone, and we can still seize the present."
His firm voice rang out.
“Maybe we are destined not to save everything, but at least we can save ourselves.”
Mortarion raised his eyes and looked towards Hades.
"So you went to the Think Tank, right?"
Hades stood still.
"right."
“There’s still something we can do now.”
"Before anything happened."
Terra, the Imperial Palace.
just.
.
Countless government affairs came rushing in. He sat in his wooden office chair, monitoring different data, checking many official documents, and then categorizing these complex information flows, packaging them into different information packages, printing his badge on them, and sending them out.
This is a workload that is hard for others to imagine, but the old man at this moment is doing it very seriously.
However-
"Bang!"
On the bookshelf behind him, a doll suddenly exploded.
The strange sound made the old man turn around suddenly, and the complicated flow of information was immediately interrupted and blocked here.
The doll, which was painted pure black, cracked.
Malcador sighed.
Emperor, my master, my dear friend, are you sure you didn’t make a mistake about me
It was the first time he had seen something go wrong during the legion's running-in period.
The huge flow of information began to flow again, Malcador sighed again, and a special secret order was issued from the palace.
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