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

Chapter 276 268. Mortarion thinks that Guilliman is fierce

Well, things are still beyond Hades' imagination.

But in a way Hades seems to have anticipated this situation.

They rode the Stormbird through the clouds and landed on the temporary airport in the main city, where a small group of Ultramarines was waiting for them, ready to lead them and avoid conflicts with civilians.

And above the clouds, the Stormbird troops of the Death Guard were hovering in a tense posture, waiting for orders at all times.

At least Guilliman allowed the necessary air units.

And above the atmosphere, where Guilliman didn't have to know, the drop pods of the Death Guard were ready.

Hades silently glanced at these blue armored warriors, and decisively chose the black field to be invisible. Although this move is not so effective against those without psychic potential, it is still very effective in the case of the huge attention-grabber [Mortarion] 】Besides, he can still do it quietly.

"Very well," Mortarion looked at the blue Ultramarines, "lead the way."

The Death Guard marched silently without saying a word.

At Mortarion's request, the Ultramarines would first take them to the royal palace, where the smashed altar and the queen awaited them.

They walked through the industrial area full of low-rise buildings. People were pleasantly surprised to say hello to the Ultramarines and worship them, but they dodged their eyes after seeing the Death Guards, and hid in those old buildings in fear.

The Death Guard continued to say nothing while the Ultramarines tried to comfort the terrified.

Mortarion squinted, staring at the narrow windows, where disturbed shadows flickered on the walls.

They walked through the square, where the Ultramarines were stationed. There were many people, and there were children running around from time to time. The humble and honorable Ultramarines were naturally welcomed by the natives. Mortarion could even see the Imperial Historian Taking pictures of an Ultramarine and an Aboriginal girl.

Mortarion frowned, but he restrained himself from saying a word.

Everything here made him feel a little dislocated, a little uneasy, and anxious, but the Lord of Death didn't see the things he was familiar with, and smelled the stench of witchcraft.

Eventually, they arrived at the tallest building on the field, the Palace.

The queen was waiting for them in the square in front of the main entrance of the palace.

It was an old man with snow-white hair and wrinkled face, wearing a jet-black robe decorated with gold silk carvings. The corners of the robe were obviously worn, and it was obvious that he had been wearing it for a long time.

Her eyes were deep blue, revealing a sense of serenity and calm beyond ordinary people. After seeing Mortarion, she did not show fear and surprise like ordinary people, she just deeply He gave Mortarion a serious look, then buried himself deeply,
"Good day, ladies and gentlemen."

The queen said respectfully and calmly,

"Good day, Lady Circe."

The lead Ultramarine, Gage, acted as a bridge to introduce the two sides, talking to Ms. Circe politely and enthusiastically.

Mortarion listened attentively to their every word, but the witch was not pretending to be dumb, she expressed her respect cautiously and with restraint, and was slightly worried about her people.

The Ultramarines naturally patiently persuaded the crooked queen that the empire would not commit unprovoked atrocities. As long as Abs surrendered and believed in the truth of the empire, they would not be punished.

Mortarion didn't want to listen to nonsense, but he was also waiting, so the Lord of Death had a rare moment of restrained patience, listening to the necessary nonsense while surveying the palace.

The palace was built of dark limestone, with exquisite materials and exquisite carvings, but under the corrosion of acid rain, the figures, birds and beasts carved on it had become a kind of hideous thing.

At regular intervals, a towering minaret would protrude from the palace. Those pointed figures reminded Mortarion of the treetops where pustular vultures would stay.

They were still talking, Mortarion squinted his eyes, he looked at the nine small towers enclosing a large tower, and the nine large towers enclosing the main building. The numbers whispered in Mortarion's ear, and Mortarion gradually realized Something was wrong, the Lord of Death fell into deep thought.

But... no, no, this structure is not symmetrical, it destroys the beauty of symmetry of the numbers, Mortarion thought, it should be symmetrical, that is logical——

"grown ups?"

Gage's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Mortarion's thinking. Mortarion frowned somewhat displeased, but he finally said nothing and motioned Gage to take them in.

But the moment the Ultramarines looked back, the Queen cast a deep look at Mortarion over the Ultramarines among them.

The Lord of Death answered her naturally, with his gloomy, murderous gaze.

Damn wizard, absolutely deceitful.

Mortarion gritted his teeth and thought about it, but the problem was that he couldn't explain it. Even Hades advised him not to indulge in numerology anymore, and he didn't believe that Guilliman could understand his numerology.

Mortarion clenched his scythe again, and there was a crackling sound on the private channel. He darkened his eyes, hoping that Hades could find something.

Led by the queen, they entered the altar in the center of the circular palace, which is the main building surrounded by the nine-story tower.

Mortarion did not allow the queen to enter the room, and had several death shrouds watch over her, and anyone knew that a psyker was not allowed to be with an altar, even if it was an abandoned altar.

This is a fairly symmetrical hall. The craftsmen applied geometry to present a dazzling visual effect. Everything here seems to be dynamic and constantly changing.

Silver runes filled the room, and Mortarion was keenly aware that they were the symbols on the Queen's robes.

It's a pretty, pretty, pretty ominous place.

Even though this place has been destroyed, the blue paint is sprinkled on the runes, covering the lines and patterns, and the necessary sacrificial rituals have also been smashed, leaving only scum on the ground.

It can no longer be used here.

But Mortarion could still smell the stench of psychic energy in the air, through his gas mask and lingering indistinctly on the tip of his nose.

Influenced by the gene father, the guards behind Mortarion secretly held the switch of the flame launcher.

"Lord Mortarion, it is here that our Primarch father read the Imperial Truth and accepted Absidul's peace."

Gage said proudly, "After reading the truth of the empire, Queen Absidul ordered the destruction of this place."

Mortarion glanced at Gage. To the Lord of Death's relief, the altar here did not show signs of recent use, and the stench was not strong enough. This at least showed that these blind men were not plotted against by the enemy.

Robert Guilliman, beside an altar, read Imperial Truth to a psyker.

Haha.

"Yeah, it's really good."

Mortarion muttered something softly, and the Lord of Death cautiously exited the hall, maintaining a cautious posture.

Then, he saw Hades talking to the queen.

　Great!
　　Good news, the paint wash saved my dog's life.

　　Bad news, I knocked over the wash paint.

　　Fuck! ! !That's all money! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)