Chapter 442 222 Save Two People

Chapter 442 2.22 Save two people

Malcador frowned, and before the steps of the shuttle stretched out, the little old man jumped down with extremely agility.

Behind him, the sage's gold statue crashed down like a giant beast, and there was a deafening bang on the World Eater's deck.

The fleet led by Malcador has now arrived at the side of the World Eater battleship away from the space port.

"Sir, don't we join up with the Ultramarines and Death Guard who are rescuing us?"

Jin asked, and Malcador waved his scepter, golden fire splashed out, and the blood faded.

"No need."

The flames pointed the way to them, and Malcador walked directly towards the hatch closest to them on the deck.

Gold and the Sisters of Silence follow him.

The old man moved quickly, and Malcador knew that at this moment, time is life.

He stooped into the blood mist. The good news was that the curtain here did not continue to weaken - the previous summons consumed them too much.

In the narrow corridor, the scarlet-colored monster cast its gaze at the group of people. Malcador coughed. He was not a martial person. This first battle was against Khorne...

For his old bones, it was a bit exciting.

Malcador slammed his scepter on the ground, and the robe at his feet moved automatically without wind, making a hunting sound, and an invisible shock wave shook away with golden flames!

He felt the position where the two primarchs were trapped. Malcador casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Angron and Robert Guilliman, one of them, if he had any knowledge of psychic powers... would not... …

Malcador took a deep breath,

Useless guys! Let him come!

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The dry scarlet desert stretches endlessly.

Angron let out hoarse breathing sounds, and the original body half sat on the sand, breathing weakly.

Angron smiled bitterly,

[You should take a break, brother. 】

They were trapped here, in an illusion, and time had no concept at this moment.

Robert Guilliman, who was leaning next to him, didn't even raise his eyelids. He was mumbling something in a low voice, as if he had entered a program that had no input signal and had entered an infinite loop.

Angron heard that it was Robert Guilliman's summary of his failure. Not only in this battle, Guilliman recalled every mistake, as well as subsequent reviews and changes.

Guilliman paused before the blunders of his Nineteenth Company could be summarized.

[I realized very early that the truth is always cruel,]

Guilliman said hoarsely, [Not everything will give you the opportunity to learn and change. Events are often worse, and they don't even give you the chance to observe. 】

Angron lowered his eyes and stroked the dry handle of the battle ax in his hand.

【Survival requires luck. 】

Guilliman turned his gaze to the distant, dry horizon.

【I was lucky. 】

Guilliman turned his gaze back, and his gaze trembled for a moment when it touched the dead nail on Angron's head.

Angron sighed,

【Just wait,】

He said,

[I believe Mortarion will come. Even if he behaves in an extreme way, he will be rational. 】

Guilliman also sighed and said calmly,

[...I admit that I was biased against him. 】

[But now, I realize that this is his own survival wisdom. 】

The Lord of Red Sand smiled,

[After we get out, we should have a good talk. 】

Guilliman was silent for a long time before he spoke,

[I hope Mortarion——]

"come over!!!"

The two original bodies suddenly turned their heads at the same time. They stared at a corner of the bloody desert, where a faint shout seemed to come from,

Guilliman looked at Angron, silently asking if he was friend or foe.

Angron frowned. He had difficulty identifying and gestured with his mouth.

[I don’t know, but it’s not Mortarion——]

"Then just wait for Mortarion to save you!"

The old man shouted angrily, and this time it was clearly heard in the ears of the two original bodies.

Guilliman and Angron hurriedly dragged and carried a dozen World Eaters who had fallen into suspended animation, and ran towards that direction.

The rough red sand stretched beneath their feet. At first it was hot with the heat of the stars, but slowly, the sense of reality faded one by one.

The space became blurry like a fiercely burning scarlet flame. The place where the flames rose was the desert, and the places where the flames were not covered——

The two running primarchs saw the bulkhead of the World Eaters, saw Malcador holding on to his scepter, and a huge sage firing fire bombs towards the demonic tide like an automatic fire platform.

Angron took the lead with a big jump and stepped onto the hard metal floor again, and then Guilliman also ran into reality.

Malcador neatly pulled out the scepter inserted into the floor, and the flames immediately rushed toward the old man. Just as Guilliman was about to pull the old man,

But before he could reach out his hand, Malcador dodged away with extremely agile movements.

"Just mind yourselves!"

"stay close!"

Malcador himself was much bigger than him and nimbly passed through the crowd. He waved his staff casually and hit the target. Angron saw blood and fangs spurting out from the air of the demon army who was hit in the face by the front of his staff. .

Angron had met the Imperial Regent, Malcador, but that was at the meeting in Nicaea, and he had never met Malcador in private.

This is a man...with warlike blood.

Angron made his decision.

Trapped in the illusion for hundreds of years, thousands of years, and endless time, the two Primarchs were obviously not in their best condition. Malcador's team escorted them, not even allowing the two Primarchs to take action.

Malcador and Jin opened the way in front, the Great Sage's fire platform was fully opened, and Malcador was responsible for beating the scarlet demon army that emerged from the smoke of gunpowder.

Malcador's staff was burning with flames, and the flames seemed to be alive with the old man's swing of the stick - no, the swing of the stick, accurately leaving a permanent mark on every unfortunate demon army.

Angron believes that Malcador is by no means the gloomy sycophant in the rumors - at least the sycophant in human impression would not use such a direct and brutal attack method.

With Malcador's guidance and path opening, they quickly joined the Death Guard who came to rescue them.

Angron was pleased to see that among the white-helmeted warriors there were rescued World Eaters.

And Guilliman was pleased to see that there were no Ultramarines among the deepest warriors——

He was not sure whether the "Ultramarines" he met were still in his team.

Although it seemed that the death guards did not welcome Malcador very much, they seemed to be forced to come over and fight alongside the old man.

The team gradually rushed into the area they controlled, and the demonic tide began to recede. Malcador, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke,

"How's Mortarion doing?"

The two Primarchs paused for a moment. Guilliman and Angron looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. Mortarion also - something happened to Macragge too? !

The Death Guard who followed them answered this question. Nothing happened for the time being. Communication has not been restored yet. They have a three-hour communication delay with the ground.

Malcador took a deep breath and looked at the two embarrassed primarchs who had just escaped.

"I was prepared to support Mortarion - not you..."

The old man gritted his teeth and said,

"Because the subspace prophecies here clearly point to him."

Great!