The cloth flag hung slowly, and the dim light cast uneven shadows along with the folds on it.
In the Death Guard's meeting room, several company commanders and think tanks were sitting at the table.
Mortarion sat at the head of the group, lowering his eyes and listening to Barazin's report.
The reorganization of the Death Guard's think tank has been basically completed. Fernando will serve as the leader of the newly established Undertaker. The name of the Chief Think Tank has been changed to Lantern Bearer, and the Undertaker team will move to the next level of the original think tank library area to serve as a warning.
The newly formed gravekeepers were led by Garo, the former captain of the Seventh Company. Most of the team members were rational veterans of the moderate and neutral factions. Some Barbarus people who performed well and remained rational and restrained after experiencing the illusion were also incorporated into the team as temporary members.
The former commander of the Seventh Company was replaced by Blanca.
The company arrangement for the Barbarus had also been decided, which was basically the same as the company division during the initial recruit training, but some Barbarus people volunteered to go to the Seventh Company, and the total number of these people was less than 500.
Vaux was transferred to the first company as Barasin's lower-ranking replacement.
Mortarion knew about some of the negotiations and rivalries among these Terran-born Anbu.
In the past, he would have simply despised these little tricks in the dark and decided to put these people on the margins.
But now, every warrior will have their role in facing that dark future, even if Mortarion is still a little unhappy.
So he simply remained silent and deliberately watched these veterans communicate with him through Hades.
Hades can handle it anyway.
If Hades knew what Mortarion was thinking, he would definitely wail again that his big brother really didn't listen.
As for Hades' position, he is the only untouchable person in the Death Guard at present, so Mortarion simply did not give him a position, but directly incorporated him into the Death Shroud.
After the Death Guard finds the Untouchables, they will begin to give the Untouchables team to Hades to lead.
Deathshroud, Mortarion's personal guard, he has currently selected five of his personal guards on Barbarus to form his defense team.
These soldiers, clad in Terminator power armor, will become Mortarion's scythe.
Mortarion still remembered Hades' surprise when he announced the list and composition of the death shrouds.
"Ah, why five?"
There are still two vacancies that Mortarion wants to fill with Untouchables.
"I-"
But before he could finish his words, Hades interrupted him.
"Why don't you use seven?"
"Why do you think I would deploy seven guards?"
This time Hades is stuck again. Brother, look at your company, they are just one step away from having seven engraved on their foreheads.
But he accurately judged from Mortarion's rhetorical question and tone that this was not the right thing to say.
"Um so why?"
In fact, in Barbaros, the basic knowledge of disconnection includes some knowledge of numerology.
Before this, the knowledge on Barbarus was monopolized by the alien lords.
Mortarion would rather read numerology than books that teach people how to torture and sacrifice others.
Seven is a wonderful number, like a sickle, and it is the loneliest prime number within ten.
Sometimes, there is no reason for liking and habit.
But now. Mortarion glanced at Hades who was pretending to be stupid there.
"It's just five, not seven."
Ah.Ah, ah
Hades would never know that he had ended Mortarion's choice of seven in a wonderful way.
Barazin's report continued, and the response to each task assigned was pretty much what Mortarion had expected.
Time passed by, and the reorganization report of the Death Guard was about to end—
A mechanical servant wearing a green and white robe came in. Unlike ordinary mechanical servants, its robe was inlaid with a thin gold edge, highlighting its difference.
It walked over to Mortarion and knelt, holding in its hands a slender cylindrical secret box carved with golden patterns, with the Imperial double-headed eagle gleaming on it.
The other company commanders present, as well as those who were being transferred, held their breath, lowered their heads and avoided the situation.
Generally speaking, after the initial adjustment period of the Legion, the Emperor would let a respected Primarch lead their brothers to continue learning and integrate into the circle of Primarchs.
Generally speaking, Horus, the Primarch of the 16th Legion, the Luna Wolves, would teach the newly joined Primarchs.
As the "first" Primarch to be found, Horus led most of the legions in the years when all the Primarchs had not yet been found. His humble and kind image left a profound impact on the Fourteenth Legion.
I hope the content of this letter is that the Emperor asked their Primarch to go to Horus to learn, and not something else.
Perhaps Mortarion and other Barbarusians are still not clear, but for Chief Commander Barasi, this letter came a little early.
If we take into account the time it took Terra to transmit the information here, plus the administrative processing time, then the time when this letter was sent would be exactly the days when they experienced the illusion.
No, it won’t, Barasin said in his heart.
If the worst possible scenario was the case, then what they would be facing would not be a letter.
Mortarion frowned, took off the combat gloves he usually wore, and picked up the secret letter from the servitor with his bare hands. After recognizing the genetic code of the commander of the Fourteenth Legion, a thin crack appeared on the golden box, revealing a piece of kraft paper carefully tied with gold thread.
As if impatient, Mortarion simply removed the silk thread and unfolded the letter.
The Emperor's exclusive golden emblem and Malcador's coat of arms flashed at the end of the letter.
After a long while, Mortarion slowly spoke.
"I was asked to go to Terra immediately."
Barasin looked up.
"Commander, do you want the legion to prepare the returning fleet immediately?"
"No, I'm going alone."
"They will send a fleet this afternoon at standard Terran time."
"Then open the hidden port on the right side of the Endurance."
Beneath the hood, Mortarion's face was unclear.
"Barasi, now, immediately send all soldiers back to the lounge and stand by for orders."
Mortarion suddenly said something else.
"Keep the Foundry Hall in normal condition, and keep other departments that come into contact with people outside the Legion in normal condition."
"Also, those messengers want to see Hades."
It was noon that day, twelve o'clock standard Terra time.
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"Vox, don't be nervous."
Mortarion sat in a conference room that was obviously smaller than the Primarch's body, looking expressionlessly at Vorcus sitting across from him.
He had also looked for Morag, who was originally put into the death shroud.
After listening to Hades' advice, Mortarion specially found two Barbarus people to arrange matters after he left.
One light and one dark.
"Yes, sir."
"I will be leaving the Legion for a while. During this time, I will leave the affairs related to the Barbarus people to you."
Why not Hades-senpai
If it weren't for Karas Typhon, Vorx could still understand it. Since the duel arena incident, Karas had obviously been treated coldly by the Primarch. What's more, the management on Terra no longer had high hopes for Karas.
"I'm going to give you four orders. You must handle them well."
Vorx remained motionless, awaiting the order from his primarch.
"First, keep an eye on every Barbarus person."
"Second, improve your abilities as soon as possible. I hope that after I come back, there will be Barbarus people in the legion who are capable of taking on management positions."
"Third, maintain close contact with the newly established gravekeepers and make sure no one is troubled by the illusion again."
"Article 4,"
Mortarion paused.
"Try to handle the relationship between the Barbarus and Terra people as well as possible."
The hoarse words of the Primarch seemed to still echo in the room. Vorx's heart trembled. Even though the situation that Lord Mortarion was facing might not be very clear, he still arranged for the behind-the-scenes management of the Barbarus people.
"Yes, sir. In the name of Barbarus, Death Guard Vorx will fulfill his mission."
at the same time.
.
Familiar room, familiar smell, except only Barracin, Galo and Fernando were present.
Hades blinked, and the mechanical clock ticked slowly.
"So, now Mortarion is going to Terra alone, and the Legion is staying on standby for training?"
Barasin nodded.
"Also, Terra's emissary requests to see you."
Regarding the Death Guard and Mortarion, if it is this time, and Hades himself is mentioned, it is likely about the previous vision.
In Hades's opinion, the other party should have come to check their purity.
This doesn't matter. After Hades' screening, there is currently no sign of corruption in the entire Death Guard team.
But for Hades himself, the only thing he is not clear about at the moment is the Empire’s attitude towards him. They are not really going to execute the person who caused the incident on the spot, right
He thought about his own obituary. He had shed blood for the empire and worked for the emperor. No!
Well, that shouldn't be the case. At most, he would be captured and taken to Terra to do hard labor.
Putting all that aside for now, Hades decided to give Barasi and the others some warnings.
He looked at Barasin.
"Keep an eye on Carastiphon."
The silent black ship sailed through space, slowly reaching its target.
In the narrow and dim corridor of the Endurance, the Guards and the Sisters of Silence were moving forward.
The sound of coordinated footsteps echoed in the corridor, and a disgusting atmosphere filled the air.
In the meeting room near the deck, Mortarion stood in the middle, fully armored.
Barazin and Hades, also wearing full sets of power armor, stood behind Mortarion waiting.
Hades always felt this scene was very familiar.
The leading guard stepped forward and made a Skyhawk salute, but without waiting for a response, or perhaps because he did not expect a response from Mortarion and the others, he quickly put it down.
The Sister of Silence behind the Guards handed him a golden block, and then the nuns retreated in an orderly manner, away from the golden block.
When the imperial guards placed the golden cube on the ground, a person's projection appeared on the cube.
ordinary.
This was his first impression of Hades.
Just like the most common administrative official in the empire, the visitor was a thin old man with a slightly hunched back, wearing ceremonial uniform and a plain cloak. He had a polite smile on his face that didn't seem to come from the heart, the kind of smile that an official would have when he goes to handle administrative affairs and then pushes you around.
However, he held a scepter in his hand, and on the tip of the scepter, a golden eagle was burning in flames, staring at everyone in the room.
Malcador the Sigillite.
As if to show his sincerity, the old man's wrinkled hands slowly took off his hood.
He looked towards Mortarion, at the newly recovered son of the Emperor.
Then Malcador's smile widened.
"Hello, Mortarion, this is the first time we meet."
"Please allow me to briefly introduce myself. I am a minister of the Emperor and I am currently in charge of the administrative affairs of the Empire."
Mortarion did not move.
As a psyker this was the first time he had met him, if he had shown no malice in this way, then Mortarion would have shown his greatest tolerance.
"That lord is currently heading towards the universe. He is still busy with the war, so I will temporarily take over your affairs."
"original,"
Makado held out his hand, palm up, as if to show his sincerity.
"Your brother Horus will be involved, but now, I realize that something unexpected has happened, so I have to change the plan for now."
When he said the word "accident", Hades swore that Malcador definitely glanced at him.
"We won't pursue it. Every legion has their own privacy."
"But for the next period of time, the Death Guard will need to have a team of Sisters of Silence stationed outside the Endurance."
"Can."
Mortarion nodded.
Mortarion also hopes to let the Untouchables stay on the Endurance for a longer period of time.
However, he still hopes to establish his own group of untouchables.
Seeing Mortarion's agreement, Malcador lowered his hand.
"Then please set off for Terra, Mortarion, where you will need further training."
"certainly,"
Malcador's expression turned serious.
“This is also his will.”
The heavy footsteps faded away. Led by the Custodians, the Primarch was about to leave, and the remaining captains also went to see him off.
The silent nuns in line also left under the leadership of Barasin to discuss the next work.
However, in the conference room, on the golden cube, Makado's projection was intermittent.
His eyes above his hooked nose stared at Hades who was still standing there.
Well. According to Hades' words. Now in Macador's eyes, there is a kind of beauty of being forced to work overtime.
After the Primarch left, Malcador seemed to let go of his previous politeness.
"You, the outsider."
Hades shuddered.
Outsiders?!
He knows that I am not from this world?!
As if he knew what Hades was thinking, Malcador's voice continued to ring out.
"Watch your mouth."
The old man looked at Hades with some helplessness and anger.
“I’ve met so many different kinds of people and managed so many talents.”
"But you, you, Hades."
"You're the first one I've ever seen."
Such a smart and stupid existence.
Why did the Emperor choose him
Malcador knew that the Emperor was human after all, and that he could make mistakes.
But this is also the reason why he, Malcador, exists
Malcador sighed.
It is not necessarily a bad thing that the things he tried so hard to hide were revealed to one of his descendants.
After that, it would be up to Malcador to confirm whether Mortarion could accept this information.
If it's not appropriate.
"That's all."
He looked at the culprit.
"Now, go contact the Death Guard's forging master and ask him to recommend you to go to Mars as a technical sergeant."
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"Also, do not reveal anything that happened on Death Guard, including our meeting."
Not all Mechanical Magos welcome the Empire.
"Keep all these memories in your left brain. The Mechanicus won't be able to find them."
Hades was still confused, but Malcador's patience seemed to have been exhausted in his conversation with Mortarion. With a buzzing sound, the already intermittent projection came to an abrupt end.
ha
The door opened and a Sister of Silence came in and took the golden cube.
Hades was left with a lot of questions.
Thanks to Xianxianque for being the leader, I will work hard!!
Thanks to Shanyi Shuiling for being the leader, I will do my best!!
(_)Current debt situation: 3 main stories + 2 extra stories.
Well, a kind person told me that the name of the gravekeeper was taken by the death-defying terminator, so the author, who is not good at naming, hired someone overnight to help me think of a name.
But then I thought about it again. Why not change the name of the Terminator Team? Please, I have tried my best to come up with a name (it just so happens that there may be a plot later on).
At the same time, some organizational structures were changed... Naming is really killing me
The political commissar is the gravekeeper, the think tank is the mourner, and the chief think tank is the lamplighter.
Thanks again to Bvafn Clatzemann for the naming support.
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