Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 235 227. Hello, Aliens, Your Natural Disaster Is Coming (End)

The good news is that Hades has been contacted, the bad news is that there is no signal from Mortarion.

On the Endurance, Jia Luo stood silently, countless data flowed from the command board, according to the latest trends on the battlefield, Jia Luo carefully mobilized the legion.

Except for micromanagement monsters like Perturabo, most legion command is a complicated and cumbersome process, and the leader of the legion needs to cooperate well with the mortal crew.

And now, those crew members told Garro Mortarion that the signal over there was broken——

[Endurance, this is Hades, requesting support from the air force, the main city can be defended. 】

Jia Luo took a deep breath and signaled with his eyes to the mortal crew that he understood,

[The Perseverance received it, and when we insist on half the standard, we can open the first gap. 】

[I can also open the air defense of Mechanicus here, the air defense map has been uploaded. 】

[The Perseverance received it. 】

Generally speaking, this kind of conversation can end here, but... Maybe it's because Hades is relatively free. The death guard who always likes to be active said something more.

[Gara?Why are you in command, Mortarion? 】

【.】

Jia Luo didn't want the situation here to distract Hades, who was still on the main battlefield, but concealing it was also a big taboo.

[Rust has spread to some troop armors, and the legion leader led the zeroth company to check the situation. 】

[The Death Guard has blocked those infected troops. 】

Rarely, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the channel, but Hades' voice sounded again, with the noisy frequency of radio waves, and lightness.

【Ahaha, luckily I kept them. 】

[Gallo, contact Ugo, the lamp bearer, listen carefully, if he says he feels the subspace fluctuations on the Endurance, then immediately take the fleet away from Rust Prime. 】

At present, due to wars and killings, Rust's main planet is still the place with the weakest barriers.

[Use fire as much as possible, bring respirators, and send veterans with strong will first. 】

Jia Luo was stunned. He wanted to ask something, but found that he had nothing to say.

【Hades you.】

[Sooner or later, there will be a day when subspace creatures are nothing special. At least for now, Endurance is still our home field. 】

This is a lie. Hades was actually very panicked, but no matter how panicked he could not immediately return to the Endurance, he had no choice but to trust.

Sooner or later, the tentacles of the Warp will reach in, if not the Death Guard.

Md, fight early and enjoy early, fight late and adapt to it late, the great rebellion in the original book, there are still clips of mortal auxiliaries fighting demons, if you are scared in the front, you should fight later.

Gallo exhaled,

【understood. 】

[Jia Luo, keep in touch with me at any time, and report to me immediately if something goes wrong. 】

[Gara received it. 】

Squads, mixed with mourners, were improvised and dispatched to Quarantine III, where the signal had disappeared.

"My lord, the signal is cut off."

Mortarion glanced at Leo the Apothecary behind him, then singled out the three and told them to report back.

"Try to reconnect."

The sound of everyone's footsteps echoed in the long corridor. The empty and dark corridor seemed to be a standard scene that often appeared in horror movies.

A Queen of Glory, what does that mean?
It means that there will be countless secret rooms and plank roads on this ship. The dark part of the ship is the best place to hide filth, and even the actual owner of the ship——

Even the legion can't fully understand a Queen of Glory, just like humans can never find out the cockroach nest in their kitchen.

The isolation rooms assigned to pharmacists are generally located in the most remote corners of the ship to prevent the leakage of pollutants.

[My lord, it is indeed subspace fluctuations. 】

The Kirkland sage who often followed Hades spoke with unquestionable certainty.

Mortarion took a deep breath and gripped his scythe Nirvana.

【You were the sage who was in danger with Hades back then. 】

[Yes, my lord, we have faced the devil. 】

Mortarion looked at the dark corridor in front of him. On the edge of the limit visible to the naked eye, there was a faint fluorescence.

[What did you feel when you saw a demon for the first time? 】

[Panic, shock, my lord, without hesitation, I feel the greatest fear in my life. 】

[My world view has collapsed, my lord, those things that make up the creeds of my life are broken. 】

Holding the scythe, Mortarion continued on his way, paying no attention to the sage behind him,
【and then? 】

【. Lord Hades brought truth and hope. 】

Mortarion raised an eyebrow.

【What's the meaning? 】

[In front of the most blasphemous creature, Lord Hades didn't feel any panic, even the most sophisticated instruments couldn't measure the tiny changes in emotional hormones. 】

【He told us and taught us that demons are not scary. 】

"Yes," Mortarion said, his voice echoing in the empty hallway,
"Demons are just warp creatures, and they carry concepts that any sane creature would hate, but we can still banish them."

"Bullets and blades, they are not invincible. When the physical body is broken, they will not be able to continue to shout."

There was a roar from the knights behind the group, as if in agreement with Mortarion's words.

"...as long as we can hold onto the high walls of our minds."

As long as they hold on to the high ideological wall, the fall always starts with shaking.

Mortarion whispered, his voice swallowed by the sound of breathing behind the mask.

".Ignorance will be our greatest disadvantage, but why is he clinging to the imperial truth?"

Those pages full of proverbs, the laurels of science and humanities are shining brightly. If he hadn't witnessed the deepest nightmare with his own eyes, Mortarion would be the most solid embrace of the empire's truth.

But it's all lies.

Demons exist, gods exist, the Warp has power, and psykers are not as gentle as they appear.

Mortarion had tried to replace the words "demon" or "god" with "creatures of the warp", but even this could not explain the Imperial truth.

In the end, Mortarion had no choice but to attribute these to the power of language and thought. Perhaps when people know the existence of demons, there will be the possibility of madness, just like they once did.

But Kirkland's words just now made Mortarion realize that he was not crazy in the face of the devil.

Does this mean that the power of words and thoughts is not as grand as Mortarion imagined?
Mortarion thought, but the warp events he had experienced so far were still too few for the Primarch to conclude an absolute logic.

In the end Mortarion tentatively attributed the incident to Hades' presence at the time.

"grown ups."

The salute of the two on-duty pharmacists brought Mortarion back from his thoughts, and Leo stepped forward to check on the two, and at the same time there was a murmur on the channel.

【.My lord, it's normal. 】

Mortarion was silent, motioning for the apothecary to lead them there.

Inside the observation window, rusty yellow mottled all over the floor, and the cabin made of alloy was even more inconvenient.

In the outermost isolation room, the pharmacists were busy spreading the medicine, the ventilation pipes roared, and they wanted to fill the place with inert gas.

Relying on medicine and inert gas, the pharmacists barely suppressed these rust spots here.

Mortarion frowned, and the primarch saw the rust that overflowed the corridor.

"Happening."

"Master Legion, we have currently controlled the rust in this area, but due to the rapid growth of these rust, the fourteen isolation rooms inside have been infected."

"At present, the isolation chamber inside has been completely filled with helium, and the growth of these rust stains has been temporarily suppressed."

It was precisely because of the astonishing speed of these rust spots that this innocuous news reached the Primarch.

Primarchs don't mind their own business, especially during war.

[My lord, it is psionic power. 】

[Can you suppress it? 】

【Can. 】

Mortarion raised his hand, motioning the apothecaries to step back, and the Death Shroud and the Untouchables opened the way, with the two knights following behind.

The knight is still too big. If this kind of space is to be used, it must be prepared to destroy the entire cabin.

Mortarion called the knights over, which also had the effect of suppressing psychic energy, and did not intend to let them lead the battle. The wandering knights also fought against Hades a few times, and they were more experienced than them.

The Primarch was acutely aware that the rust began to wither as soon as the Untouchables entered the area.

The pharmacists also noticed, and hurried forward against the oppressive and nauseating atmosphere to disinfect the rust.

Things seemed to be simple and smooth, and with the passage of the Untouchables team, the rust faded one by one, leaving only dry tears.

But as they went deeper, the rust began to become thick and squishy, ​​and these bright yellow things became alive, like some kind of unknown slime mold.

Finally, they reached the central room, where lay several "corpse", which was the original source of armor infection.

The entire room seemed to be swallowed by slime mold, and the rust squirmed like mycelium. In the center of the room, a human figure was twisted and twisted by the fungus——

"Lord Mortarion, good day."

Mortarion raised his hand and shot at the mycelium that was gradually forming, but it was useless. Those things did not seem to be physically damaged.

The Primarch turned sideways and waved his hand, the roar of the giant chainsword sounded from behind the team, and the faint light floated on the ghost knight.

【Received, my lord! ! ! 】

The wandering spirit directly violently broke through the room, humming and crashing into the mycelium, which was very useful. Even though the knight seemed to be splitting against the air, its own existence had already severely damaged the opposite side.

After seeing that the room was stable, Mortarion signaled the death shrouds to bring the untouchables in and stabilize the physical barriers in this area.

As if encountering a natural enemy, the rust all over the room quickly receded, and the blood vessel-like network climbed back to the four corners of the room, and suddenly——

Burst open!

The hazy yellow mist immediately filled the entire space, and a distorted human figure loomed in the mist.

"My lord, you should face your true destiny instead of running away blindly."

"Resisting the gods will only make you, your descendants suffer an even more unbearable end."

The dim light hit Mortarion's armor, which looked like a corpse, pale, powerless, and stiff.

Mortarion shot silently into the mist.

It's useless, it just disturbs the fog.

The sage who was hiding behind the team poked his head out.

【My lord, that will subside on its own. 】

【.】

The Primarch remained steadfast, trying to hit the shadows in the fog, shot after shot.

"You shouldn't struggle, of course you won't die, but the price of each struggle will be the Death Guard itself."

"The fate of you and the Death Guard has been decided. Don't you have the slightest consciousness in contact with other Primarchs?"

"Only you, only you descended on that vibrant planet, that is the most fertile hotbed He chose for you!"

"To shut up!"

Viciousness burst out in the original body's eyes, he stared straight at the figure and scolded,
"That was my trial! I defeated it and changed it! Barbarus was never your territory, it was mine! Death Guard's!"

"The scum hiding behind the subspace, the villain who only knows how to play witchcraft! How could a traitor like you appear in the death guard!"

"Wrong, wrong, my lord. You are the traitor, the one who turns his back on fate, the one who turns his back on everything,"

The voice interjected briskly. For this conversation, he borrowed some psionic energy in this star field that should have been distributed to another person. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to sustain so many untouchables.

Even a simple projection can be difficult to play consistently in front of so many untouchables.

"Only a cursed passer-by can avoid the evil consequences of fate's correction, but how can a person who is already in fate have a good ending?"

"Your struggles will only bring misfortune to others—"

"roll!"

Mortarion growled, his knuckles pale as he clutched his weapon,
"Everything I do is my fate, so why talk about abandoning it, talk about changing it!"

"What I do is my life!"

"roll!"

Sensing the anger of the Primarch, the tall knight roared in the room like a beast, and the threshold of anti-psychic energy reached its peak at this moment.

The weak spiritual energy that was about to disperse finally drifted away with the mist, and at the last moment——

In a moment of time, a glimpse of fate, Mortarion saw it. He saw [fate] [future] [lie] [truth] reflected in the dim amber pupils.

He stood alone above the chaotic sky, with no one around him.

No Death Guard, nothing.

Time seems to be frozen in eternity.

"Hiss—" The scythe in the Primarch's hand drew a scar on the ground.

Mortarion was in a trance for a moment, and then he stood on the Endurance again, dazed by the dim light.

People looked at him in awe.

The Primarch felt the eyes looking at him, mixed with some emotion that Mortarion loathed, making him sick.

Mortarion took a deep breath, a bitter taste in his mouth.

no, it can't be like this
It was a lie, it was an illusion, Mortarion had seen it a lot, he should have been fearless, he had been fearless.

No, he couldn't be like this, he was used to it all, he had accepted the gloomy future, the war was still going on, and the Death Guard needed his leadership.

Hades is still fighting on Rust, Gallo is also commanding the legion, every death guard and hounds are bleeding. He can't, he can't be disturbed in a place like this.

Perhaps this itself is the enemy's tactic, and he needs to adapt as soon as possible.

Mortarion turned silently, making sure he was all right,
"...It seems that your anti-psychic strength has not met my expectations."

He spoke again and returned to reality.

Now people don't have to look at him that way anymore, they lower their heads obediently.

With the crisis over, Mortarion strode out of the room, his gray cloak rustling behind him.

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