"We need to find him quickly - even if human time doesn't mean anything, trying to get ahead of the anchor still does."
Malcador's anxious words sounded, and the thick protective clothing made his words heavy and sticky.
Imperial Regent Malcador stood on the ruins of the hospital, like a watery egg filled with sticky slurry exploding in the center of the hospital, sticky and emitting waves of stench.
The old man in yellow protective clothing raised his feet without hesitation and walked towards the center of the hospital. He held a shelled scepter in his hand, and the flame was difficult to distinguish.
【What can you do? We are here to help you. 】
Angron said dullly, the original body only wore a gas mask and followed Malcador.
Robert Guilliman was not here, and he suffered a big blow this time. What was even more difficult for Guilliman to accept was that, to some extent, his negligence led to the disappearance of the Lord of Death.
After a brief rest, Guilliman, who had not fully recovered, returned to government affairs - it was obvious that the Lord of Macragge was going to carry out a drastic reform.
Guilliman's promise to Malcador was that as long as they found Mortarion's location, the Ultramarines would help find the Death Lord at all costs.
Malcador coughed, and he scratched the ground with the end of his scepter a few times. The mucus was pushed away, revealing the traces underneath——
Some were made of a mixture of blood and vomit, and were painted on the ground as seven-pointed altars.
Malcador frowned,
"Teleportation Circle."
The flame of the scepter in Malcador's hand suddenly began to ignite, and the golden flame burned brightly. After a moment of brilliance, the golden light dimmed again.
"..."
Malcador was silent for a long time, then he spoke,
"Come here and get a death guard. I only want those of Barbarus descent."
Vox, who was following the old man, immediately took a step forward. In the ruins of a heavily polluted hospital, the Death Guards were still wearing ordinary wartime clothes.
The old man motioned for Vox to raise his hand, and the wizard tremblingly pulled the Death Guard to the center of the altar. Then Malcador stretched out his hand, motioning for Vox to hand over the dagger on his waist to him.
Vox handed Malcador the dagger. Malcador stood the scepter on the ground, raised the dagger with one hand, and held Vox's hand with the other.
The dagger flashed with cold light, and blood overflowed from Vox's hand.
The wound was exposed to an environment filled with stench. Angron watched helplessly as pus-green color quickly climbed onto the wound, but Vox still breathed calmly, as if it was not his wound.
Quick whispers came out of Malcador's mouth, and golden flames ignited from between the two. The blood dripped down and was quickly evaporated by the flames.
The light of the fire swayed, and Malcador stared at the flame. In a trance, Angron seemed to see a vibrant world in the gap of the flame.
The flames became more fierce, and the wizard's words became faster and faster——
Malcador suddenly let go, and Vox, who had been silent before, fell directly like a lost puppet. Angron took a step forward to steady the death guard. He seemed to want to thank Angron, but After struggling for a long time, I couldn't speak.
"He's fine,"
Malcador spoke calmly
"...It's not enough. I need someone who is closer to Mortarion - their destiny must be close enough."
Vox regained his balance and stared at the old man in front of him.
"I know who is suitable for this, please wait a moment."
Callas Typhon.
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Karas Typhon swore this was the absolute worst time he'd ever gotten out of bed.
Even though he had only woken up twice since being buried in the Dreadnought, Karas thought his last conversation with Mortarion had been bad enough.
He silently followed the foundry cub in front of him as the Death Guard named "Pasteur" hurriedly led him into the transport and then to Macragge.
Just like last time, I don't know what happened, I don't know why I woke him up, I don't know what he should do.
Standing in the transport plane, listening to the mechanical ticking of the Hades kid next to him, Karas thought for a moment whether he should just blow himself up here.
But I don't know why he finally stopped this behavior and turned to observing Pasteur in boredom.
"Hello,"
Karas said,
"Where are we going?"
Pasteur paused.
"Captain Vox ordered us to proceed to Macragge D3 immediately."
"Then what?"
Pasteur shook his head, and Typhon made a loud, strange sound of dissatisfaction,
"Vox—" he said weirdly, "that kid was the one who followed Hades every day. He was still a kid, but he didn't expect that he had already become the company commander."
"Please respect Commander Hades and Captain Vox."
Pasteur said, "You are a member of the Death Guard. Even if you betray the Death Guard, you should pay attention to the reputation of the Death Guard."
"I don't!"
Typhon roared, and the Dauntless engine roared deafeningly,
"I didn't betray, you guys don't even know-"
But in an instant his tone became humorous and indifferent again,
"Whatever you say, I've been canned."
Karas said,
"Listen, little boy, I don't care about anything else, tell that big boy Walkers, if he wants me to help - then he should be more polite to me, maybe I will be in a better mood, and then help him casually Down."
Pasteur paused. He had never seen such an... unreasonable person.
The Forging Master mobilized his few emotional intelligence, and he remembered what Commander Hades once told him - the first level of officialdom kills people.
Yes, that's what Hades said when he persuaded him as a technical sergeant to apply to become a casting master.
Maybe Hades said something else, maybe he didn't mean it, but Pasteur only remembered this sentence,
Pasteur spoke,
"This is the order from the commander of the legion. He ordered you to come over. You cannot disobey the military order, Karas."
He watched the eccentric old fearless man fall silent. After a while, Karas spoke again.
"Mortarion? He needs my help?"
Old Wuwei laughed and seemed to be coughing violently.
"Since he is embarrassed, I must help him - at this time, I think of the poor Karas Typhon sleeping in the Dauntless, instead of the reliable commander?"
Karas's voice suddenly cooled down,
"I'm curious about what exactly requires my appearance."
As he spoke, he felt the bumps of the transport plane beneath him. When he arrived, a crack appeared from the cabin door, and a strong stench rushed into the cabin as the cabin opened.
Karas paused vaguely.
He blinked, and the dazzling white light blurred his vision. Karas realized something was wrong, perhaps because he was not used to Macragge's gravity. Karas tried to walk out, but he found that his engines were shut down due to nervousness and fear. And motionless.
He smelled the scent he was most familiar with.
Karas Typhon had been rotten, he knew it all too well—
"Mortarion?!"
Old Fearless shouted loudly, knocked past Pasteur who was blocking the hatch, and rushed out.
"Mortarion?!!!"
Where the hell is Hades at this time? !
Karas rushed out, seeing neither Mortarion nor Hades except for Vox and those he was unfamiliar with.
Lao Wuwei slowly stopped under the crowd.
"You are the one."
Makado said.
Great!
(End of chapter)
