Chapter 116 Lord of the Fourteenth Legion

The Queen of Glory [Endurance], as the leader of a pure gray fleet, ruled the world in a suffocating silence.

Mortarion is the sole master of this silent Void Lord. He and his Fourteenth Legion, the equally silent, determined and unstoppable battlefield crusher, are the only protagonists in this alien extermination war: although Horus was the initiator of all this.

The Primarch of the Luna Wolves Legion aims to further unite the two brothers around him through a side-by-side battle, so that Jaghatai and Mortarion can better integrate into his small circle. For this purpose , Horus even gave up the glory of this huge war. He only brought a necessary guard, about two hundred veterans from Cthonia, commanded by Sejames and Abaddon. During this war, Horus and his two hundred warriors stayed on the Endurance.

But unfortunately, as of now, the efforts of the Wolf Shepherd God have had little effect. Mortarion did lead his descendants to uproot one galaxy after another where the aliens were entrenched, and basked in the glory of conquering cities and territories. However, Jaghatai Khan refused to join any joint operations plan, and his reason was extremely good: instead of letting two troops with completely different styles, the Fifth Army and the Fourteenth Army, irritate each other in reluctant cooperation, it would be better to Let him lead his descendants to harass the borders of the alien country. As for the so-called glory of conquering cities and territories, if Mortarion is obsessed with it, Jaghatai has no idea of ​​competing for it.

And in the eyes of Lord Barbarus, there could never be a more obvious act of cowardice.

The so-called Chogolis Great Khan is afraid, escaping, and revealing his weak nature without hesitation: this is a matter of course. He is just a king of Khan who came out of a barbaric world and enjoyed the smooth sailing. In his own virtual time, he did not experience suffering like Barbarus, so naturally he did not have the noble qualities honed by suffering.

Mortarion didn't even bother to cover anything up. Deep in the Legion's flagship, his soft and hoarse words lingered throughout the room like the poisonous mist between his movements.

[You have chosen the wrong war ally, Horus, my brother, you have made a mistake. 】

[If you really need a ghost wandering on the edge of war, then you can definitely find him in my legion, but this is not easy. After all, my descendants are all glorious warriors, and they will not let themselves Gan has fallen so low. 】

There was even a cold smile in the voice of Lord Barbarus, but Horus did not answer much. While the original body of the Luna Wolves maintained a rare silence, Garro The letter came to Mortarion in time.

The Lord of Death can be said to be furious.

The Shepherd God breathed a sigh of relief.

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Garro didn't expect that his genetic father would come so quickly.

Mortarion did not stay on his Queen of Glory, but carried a cutting-edge battleship named [The Fourth Knight]. In silence, desolation and astonishment, he came to the front of his battle company commander and beside him. Only his most trusted heirs and warriors.

The Pale King of Barbarus wrapped himself in a brass-colored and bone-white armor. He wore a light gray cloak, hiding his sharp and sinister eyes in the shadows. Below, his face was haggard, and most of his face was hidden behind the cloak and the huge respirator, leaving only two eagle-like eyes hidden in the deep-set pupils.

There is always a layer of poisonous gas surrounding him, which is constantly churning and spreading with his slow breathing. It is a gift from Barbarus, and it is Mortarion's response to himself amidst the burning of the galaxy and the stars. The last attachment to my hometown.

He just stood like that, first on the tall bridge of the battleship, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of his son. He emerged from a thin mist, like a guest waiting for a funeral and mourning, and as if he was coming from The other side of the soul comes in a hurry to announce the death.

Garro raised his head and looked at the figure in the cloak: his father, his original body, the lord to whom he swore an oath.

"grown ups."

The battle company commander spoke, his voice a little dry, and there was a very weak tremor that he was not aware of.

But the Pale King felt him.

Obviously, every soft flesh in his descendant's heart is trembling. Maybe it is the fear that has been eliminated long ago, or it is something else, which is inclined to the instinct of human beings to preserve themselves as beasts.

Normally speaking, the Astartes will not feel fear. They are symbols of pure anger and judgment, spreading the myth of invincible war among the galaxies: but the genetic principle is a superior product, and each of their Every breath is a natural enemy of the world's common sense. Nothing is impossible in front of these emperor's creations.

For example, the fear from the Astartes warriors is an almost pure beast instinct, an unthinking action caused by seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. Even brainwashing again and again cannot erase it.

And now, Mortarion had captured it: he captured his own children's fear of him.

Two emotions bloomed in his heart almost at the same time. He first felt a trace of dissatisfaction and anger, which was a kind of anger that should be ignited.

He believed that he really cared deeply about the Legion, his children, and every Death Guard from Terra and Barbarus. He did not want to become a failed leader and father like his genetic father, so he His will fell upon the Death Guard, guiding his children to become the most powerful warriors in the galaxy, arming them all with true thoughts and will.

How could they fear him?

But then, or at the same time, he felt a faint joy, a silent pride, and a strange sense of satisfaction in being recognized. At the beginning, it was just a gentle moist breath, but soon The speed was like a breeze, echoing in every corner of his soul.

Of course they must fear him.

After all, he will be death incarnate.

Who is not afraid of death? Not afraid of eternal tranquility and the silent sickle blade? Not afraid of the judgment and execution that will eventually come?

He became death, an ominous shadow with a scythe in the hearts of countless lives, his legions rolled over the defiant fortresses, and annihilated the empires of wizards and aliens in the roar of cyclone torpedoes: this was his destiny, his As the incarnation of death that the world fears, he will urge true purity and reason to return to this crazy galaxy.

In Galaspa, in Abstu, in every silent midnight, in every peaceful hour when he destroyed the Conclave or the Alien Realm, he walked in the moonlight, the death shroud only forty-nine paces away. : Whenever this happens, Mortarion will ask his heart again, and the answer he gets is always the most firm.

He will be the incarnation of death, the one that everyone respects, even his brothers will pray for his mercy in their hearts.

Therefore, they should fear him.

As it should be.

Mortarion raised his head and looked at the battle captain in front of him, a pure Terran Death Guard: Garro did not come from the difficult and unique Barbarus, which inevitably made him somewhat lacking in quality and unable to appreciate the galaxy. True nobility and perseverance, but it doesn't matter. This company commander has some beautiful qualities second only to the Barbarus. His abilities, his attitude, and his determination are all remembered by Mortarion in his heart. Therefore, he can single-handedly control a large company with a large number of people, and occasionally be favored and convinced by the Pale King as a Terran.

This is what he deserves. Mortarion will never erase the achievements of his descendants, and he disdains being associated with a tyrant.

He hummed softly at first, and then stared at his battle company commander. His voice was slow and unusually hoarse, like a viper slowly swimming across a dry beach.

[Garro, my heir. 】

[It’s good that you conquered this world for me. I originally thought you would need my support and help, but obviously, your strength and determination overcame real difficulties. 】

[As I once taught you, victory in every war comes from calmness and determination, and today, you showed me the firm belief you have. 】

[Just stick with it, my combat company commander, the war is far from over, you will benefit from your tenacity, I promise. 】

The Primarch's voice was gentle. He looked around at each of his descendants unhurriedly and without arrogance, affirming their bloody battle in the past day.

But unfortunately, Garro is not a character who will indulge in victory and honor. When almost every Death Guard fell into joyful silence due to the presence and affirmation of the original body, the battle company commander took a step forward and silently lowered his voice. He softened his voice so that his words would not interrupt the short-term happiness of the brothers around him.

"This is not a victory that only belongs to the Seventh Great Company. Sir, we have received help from the Dark Angel..."

He wanted to say something else, but the movement of the original body had already stopped all this arrogantly: Mortarion turned the direction of the scythe in his hand absently, and gently wiped it, and there was a snow-white edge under his palm.

[I know, Garro, I know all this. Your report has explained all this in great detail, even squeezing your respect for the soldiers under your command. I knew about this place long before I came to this world. Everything, whether it's the Dark Angels or that one, the Wizard. 】

[You should not let her interfere in this battle that belongs to you, Garro, this is a wrong decision, a choice that tarnishes the honor of the Seventh Great Company. 】

"Sir, I..."

Garro opened his mouth, but facing his Primarch, he found that he could not say anything. Although his reason told him that this decision was not unacceptable, facing the majesty of the Primarch and thinking about the Legion Despite his long-standing tradition and experience, he could not speak for a long time to defend his actions.

In the end, a short smile appeared on the pale face of the original body, and his words flowed in the air, making the battle company commander lower his head involuntarily.

[I know what you want to say, my combat company commander. I know your thoughts. After all, you are my soldier. I understand you. 】

[You want to get a better victory, a more perfect victory, while holding the glory in your hands, and letting less blood flow. You want to protect the soldiers under your command, even if only one more survives. 】

Mortarion spoke these words slowly and gently, but in an instant, his accent became hoarse again, and he lowered his voice so that only the Battle Captain could hear his next words.

[But, Garro. 】

[Listen carefully, I will only tell you some truths once. 】

[Don’t rely on wizards, this is the last time I tell you, no matter what, don’t rely on the power of witchcraft, and don’t trust any word of the wizard, no matter how correct it sounds. 】

[Only rationality, firmness and determination are the passports in the galaxy. No matter how powerful the wizard is, he will only fall at the feet of firm determination. I have chopped off the heads of countless wizards and proven this time and time again. 】

[Perhaps you may think that the use of witchcraft makes victory easier and makes death less painful. However, Garro, my battle company commander, please remember my words. 】

[Suffering is a gift, suffering is a treasure. Suffering is the greatest source of strength in the galaxy. It can sublimate the weakest people into the most determined warriors. Don't avoid suffering. It is not a kind of torture, but a life. A necessary part of the trial. 】

[Only suffering can create truly great warriors, just like only the Barbarians are the greatest home in the galaxy. My brothers grew up in a soft and gentle environment, so they don't know this, so They are far inferior to me, and of course, I will make you far superior to their boastful legions. Starting from experiencing suffering, I will let every Death Guard know the true meaning of war, instead of being pampered in the so-called conquest that is smooth sailing. Go to victory. 】

[So, don’t be superstitious about the so-called power of witchcraft. My battle company commander may have performed very effectively this time, but after all, it is just a shortcut, a dirty trick of getting something for nothing. Could it be that under my leadership? , the heads of sorcerers chopped off by the Death Guard were not enough? You should realize this. When our army came through suffering and hardship, their complacent witchcraft was as fragile as ice chips under the scorching sun. 】

[Remember this, Garro. 】

[Don’t do it again, I hope to see an unstoppable 7th Great Company, not a weak army that evades battle and bloodshed in the wizard’s lies. 】

【I believe you will not let me down. 】

Garro was silent. He lowered his head deeply, silently expressing his annoyance and shame, as well as his admiration for the Primarch's wise words.

Mortarion gently raised a hand and patted him. Obviously, the Primarch was satisfied and pleased with his son's attitude of returning from the lost path. He was willing to forgive him. Of course he would be willing to forgive him. Who else would be willing to forgive him? Would a father really be demanding of his children?

[Now... take me to see her. 】

[Meet the wizard. 】

[My brother Horus is very interested in her... Hehe, he is always like this, a little unprofessional. 】

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He followed Mortarion, and as the Primarch's most trusted heir and brother, he always followed him closely.

Garro walked in front of him, or in other words, in front of everyone, while Mortarion followed Garro closely. They formed the top two of the team, and he could only settle for third. Bit: That’s the case for now.

He tried hard not to keep his eyes on the Primarch for too long, and not to attract unnecessary attention. This was not difficult, because when the silver-haired mortal woman appeared in the black wave of the Dark Angel, Mo Tallian's entire attention was completely attracted by this powerful wizard rarely seen in the world.

As a psyker, this woman is indeed powerful and extraordinary. Perhaps only Magnus or a handful of the best think tanks can compare with her psychic aura, not to mention that she is being overwhelmed by a massive amount of psychic energy at this time. Wrapped in a roar, it might have been the result of a bumpy warp journey, but at this moment, it looked like nothing more than a provocation to Mortarion.

The Primarch of the Fourteenth Legion sneered unabashedly, his shrill, pale voice wandering through the corridors.

[Are you Zhuangson’s wizard? I never knew that my brother had a hobby of raising court jesters. 】

He smiled happily, enjoying himself without restraint until Morgan actually walked out from the group of Dark Angels and performed the etiquette of treating his peers.

[Nice to meet you, Lord of Death. 】

She spoke with honorifics, but everyone felt a strange aura. Even Mortarion's laughter gradually stopped and his brows slowly furrowed.

The corners of Morgan's mouth raised as she continued speaking word by word.

[However, before the formal conversation, please let me thank you for filling the gaps in my knowledge, Lord Mortarion. 】

[After all, before I met you, I didn’t know what a court jester was. 】

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The laughter stopped abruptly in an instant.

He stood behind the primarch, and no one knew what was happening better than him: he saw with his own eyes how the relaxed, originally loose skin of Mortarion's hands stopped trembling in one moment, and then the next. When he became tense again, it was as if he had transformed from an old man into a furious madman.

The Primarch's fingers were tapping, and while everyone else was in a daze, he was stroking the handle of the scythe.

Mortarion fell into silence. With this dangerous silence, some Death Guards began to reload their weapons, and this obvious action immediately affected the Dark Angels. After less than a moment's hesitation, Jonson The heirs rushed to Morgan and placed her under the protection of the First Legion.

What greeted them was Mortarion's anger. He did not take any direct action, but under his angry glare, only Ms. Morgan was still standing proudly. She even stared at Mortarion closely. His pupils carefully admired his appearance.

Mortarion snorted coldly, and his aura as the Primarch fully emerged at this moment. Even the most determined Death Guard behind him was trembling unconsciously, eager to kneel and surrender once again. , and those Dark Angels closest to them are also trembling: not because of fear, but because of restraint.

And she was still fine.

What's more, when she clapped her hands, an invisible barrier enveloped all the Dark Angels in an instant, and the original body's aura was as useless as sand.

She smiled, and only then did he see a large invisible net that unknowingly protected all the Dark Angels. He was convinced that even if the Death Guard's bullets hit those shields, It's useless.

He confirmed one thing again.

This is a powerful character, and neither Garro nor the idiot Mortarion predicted her true power.

But he was different, he [saw] it.

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Mortarion ultimately did not take action.

Maybe it was Morgan's words that made him lose his grip, or maybe it was unwise to start a conflict with the Dark Angels at such a time. In short, after Mortarion left the orders given by Horus, he left in a swagger. Only the original body's shining eyes were constantly shining with resentment, as if something was brewing.

And he finally seized the opportunity.

During the journey to the Endurance, he noticed the somewhat lonely mortal woman. She was wandering in the corridors, admiring the scenery.

He stepped forward, smiled as friendly a smile as possible, and held out his hand as a symbol of friendship.

"Calas-Typhon."

"At your service, ma'am."