Wander!blue star

Chapter 473 Mortarion: I fought back first
"It seems that they have decided to betray the Emperor."

Mortarion stood in front of the string window with his hands behind his back. He looked at the battleships of the Thousand Sons Legion. His strong physical fitness allowed him to distinguish the movements of the Thousand Sons Legion battleships with his naked eyes.

Near Prospero, the battleships of the Thousand Sons Legion are moving regularly.

Instead of throwing the Astartes to Prospero's ground for repentance and reflection as the letter requested, he instead laid out the defensive formations in the Imperial art of war that the Primarchs were very familiar with.

The choice of the Thousand Sons Legion is actually not surprising.

Mortarion put himself in his shoes. If he were put in the position of the Thousand Sons Legion, he would do the opposite without saying a word.

After all, the Emperor was going to kill him, and it would be foolish of him to remain loyal to the Emperor.

Mortarion curled his lips.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the Thousand Sons Legion actually did nothing wrong. They also eliminated many stubborn psychic aliens and made an outstanding contribution to the Great Crusade.

But now, the Emperor is merciless in his quest to destroy the Thousand Sons Legion.

"What a cold guy."

Mortalis muttered.

The relationship between Mortarion and the Emperor was never good, because when the Emperor found him, he was fighting to the death with his alien wizard adoptive father. As a result, the Emperor stepped in and killed his alien wizard adoptive father. .

Mortarion longed to kill his beastly adoptive father. This was his obsession, but the Emperor snatched his head.

The Emperor not only snatched the heads, but also relied on his incredible affinity to easily subdue the subordinates Mortarion had worked so hard to accumulate, making everyone follow his lead.

The events of his first encounter with the Emperor were a source of great concern for Mortarion.

Although the Emperor gave Mortarion the honor of a Primarch, Mortarion never considered the Emperor his father.

Even more so after today.

"Magnus, you are pitiful. After you disappeared, that guy not only did not send people to find you, but also sent people to destroy your home planet." Mortarion sneered, "In his eyes, everyone is It’s just a tool.”

Magnus was once well-liked by the Emperor. He was one of the few Primarchs to ever be embraced by the Emperor, an embrace that even Horus was a little jealous of.

However, this favor is about to become a permanent thing in the past in Prospero's fire.

"But I support that guy's decision." Mortarion looked sternly, "The wizard should have been eliminated long ago!"

Sorcerers are Mortarion's term for psykers.

Mortarion's planet is oppressed by alien wizards. Ordinary people live in poisonous gas all day long and are forced to accept the mercy of alien wizards who possess psychic powers.

Mortarion is the liberator of his homeworld.

He led the oppressed humans on his home planet to kill all the alien lords on the planet, and finally liberated the entire planet.

Mortarion once saved humans from wizards. He had seen countless tragic things caused by wizards, which made him full of prejudice against wizards. Even Malcador, the emperor's right-hand man, could not stand him.

He had long wanted to draw a clear line between himself and the Thousand Sons Legion.

Now that the Emperor had given him the opportunity, he could draw a line between himself and the wizards of the Thousand Sons Legion.

One side is life, the other side is death.

He thought it was a good gift. After all these years, the Emperor finally knew what he liked.

"Fire!" Mortalis ordered. "Isn't this appropriate?" his deputy Typhons whispered. "We have not informed the Ultramarines and the Dark Angels that we should act with them."

Typhonse is Mortalis's most trusted person.

Mortalis curled his lips. Instead of getting angry, he patiently repeated his words: "Fire!"

The hoarse voice stirred the rolling poisonous gas, and Typhons felt Mortalis' determination.

"Okay then." He said helplessly, "As you wish, my primarch, but please emphasize in the post-battle report that it was you who had your own way, and we have already stopped it."

The Death Guard's cannons began to charge.

More than 200 main guns of more than 200 battleships emitted bright or dark light, while missiles and other ordinary weapons were already spraying visible fire towards the Thousand Sons Legion. There were so many of them, it was as if the Lord of Death had waved his hand and sprinkled a cloud of light. Meteor shower.

"Mortarion, why did you open fire?"

In the communication channel, Guilliman's doubts sounded almost simultaneously.

"They used witchcraft to make our minds dizzy, and we struck back before we could notify you."

Mortarion said breathlessly without blushing.

Guilliman was silent for two seconds. He thought to himself, could the Thousand Sons Legion attack the Death Guard at a distance that would take a missile to fly?

The Ultramarines had not encountered many psychic enemies and lacked experience in dealing with psykers, so he had no idea whether Mortarion was tricking him.

"Mortarion!"

"This is a joint operation. The Emperor requires you and Ryan to take me as the leader. Even if the Death Guard is attacked, you should communicate with me and then fight back instead of taking action on your own!"

Guilliman righteously rebuked Mortarion. Although he had no evidence, he felt that Mortarion was deceiving him.

He understands the Thousand Sons Legion's operating style, and without the special knowledge to make the Thousand Sons Legion take action, the Thousand Sons Legion has always been ruthless and decisive in its actions.

If the Thousand Sons Legion really attacked the Death Guard, the Death Guard would be much more than just dazed.

Thinking of this, Guilliman became even more angry.

"They may be willing to obey the emperor's orders. This wave of attacks of yours is just adding to the chaos. It's impossible not to fight now!"

At this time, Guilliman had not yet experienced the troubles he would face in the future. Overall, he was still a very sunny Primarch, and did not want to get involved with his brother armies, even the Thousand Sons Legion, which was ordered to be annihilated by the Emperor.

"They won't obey orders. Haven't you seen them put up defensive formations?" Ryan spoke up to help Mortalis. "They want to die in battle and don't want to burn with Prospero."

"Guilliman, let us fire too," he continued.

Guilliman looked at the Thousand Sons Legion in the distance.

The warships of the Thousand Sons Legion also began to recharge, and they also released a large number of launch weapons. These weapons not only attacked the Death Guard, but also attacked the Ultramarines and Dark Angels.

Guilliman understood that the scene he least wanted to see happened after all.

"Fire!" Guilliman shouted.

The beautiful Macragge's Glory bared its fangs to the Thousand Sons Legion, and several huge cannon muzzles flipped from the inside to the outer shell, locking on the most gorgeous warship of the Thousand Sons Legion - the flagship of the Thousand Sons of Light.

Compared to the Death Guard, who were very poor due to the poor construction of the Primarch, the Ultramarines, who governed Macragge in an orderly manner, had enough money to hire forging planets to modify their flagships.

(End of this chapter)