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Galaspar has been settled by humans since the Dark Age of Technology, and its surface is covered with huge hive cities, even larger than those on Terra.

But none of this really mattered, and as time went on, it all faded away, and all the glory faded away, leaving only a horrible, nightmarish tyranny and oppression.

Before this battle, the Death Guards purified many heretics and alien races, and they were all exterminated without exception. And at the very beginning of the campaign, when information about Galaspar was placed on Mortarion's strategy table, the Primarch discovered something.

Some monsters are clad in human skin, they are actually no different from aliens, they just happen to look like people.

Galaspar is ruled by a tyrannical government known as the Society, which, thanks to its endless expansion, has even taken over an entire galaxy. But their style of governance treats population only as a renewable resource.

For them, everyone other than nobles like them are actually just insignificant numbers, maybe even worse than pets.

If anyone was old or injured and could no longer work, they were killed immediately. They distribute highly addictive drugs in the army and use brainwashing equipment to completely control them. Even civilians were not spared.

Any newborn will be injected with drugs that can completely destroy their will and nerves when they grow up to five years old. In this way, they control everyone, and no one can resist them, because they cannot even arouse the will to resist.

Drugs strong enough to kill will destroy any will to resist through sex, and if you want to feel any better in your unquenchable hunger, the only way is to toil like hell between fainting and waking and get the guild's rationing.

After Mortarion learned of all this, he showed rare and violent mood swings.

Even though he showed no expression at all to the naked eye, even the mortals he knew best could not keep their feet before the Primarch, and the room trembled.

Afterwards, the Primarch assembled all the troops he had, and personally led them to launch a fierce attack on the hive world of Galaspa.

The result was naturally doomed. The fleet led by Gene's father easily destroyed their ground-based air defenses, and then launched the airborne pod and supported the gunboats.

Under Mortarion's will, tens of thousands of Death Guard pushed the front line to an almost absurd number in a short period of time. The association, caught off guard, was gripped by fear after a brief moment of confusion.

They recklessly dispatched large groups of drugged-up soldiers,

Try to get them to kill the Death Guard. But they are unlikely to succeed.

The massacre that ensued in the Hive of Galaspa was horrific.

The Death Guard, enraged by what they've seen here, show no mercy to any of the crackheads, brandishing their weapons and cutting them down like hay. The civilians could only scream at home to see death coming.

But the Death Guard are not interested in them, yes, they are angry, but they will definitely not kill those who are unarmed.

Mortal soldiers who rely on drugs to maintain their morale are naturally unable to compete with the Astartes. The small-caliber firepower rifles produced by the association can't even cause any effect on power armor other than polishing.

Just two hours later, the Association's army completely collapsed. Their nerves and brains destroyed by drugs were finally overwhelmed by the fear of reality. They are completely devastated.

The Death Guard continued to advance, and within three hours they reached the hiding place of the leaders of the association. With boundless anger, everyone was dragged out of it.

After the entire building was completely emptied, the Legion invited monks from the Adeptus Mechanicum, including a sage.

Together, at Mortarion's will, they studied and analyzed the memories of the Society's members and the documents they identified, beginning to analyze the ingredients in the drugs they used to keep the masses in this eerie docile state.

Then, under Mortarion's personal command, the Astartes and the Adeptus Mechanicus devised an antidote to the poison that had plagued the galaxy.

The Fourteenth Legion dropped the antidote directly into the atmosphere in the form of mist, smashing the last strength hidden underground by the remnants of the association. After that, they have no chance of winning.

Because the people have awakened, and those who have been oppressed for a long time have all begun to rebel. During Mortarion's radio speech, the Society's troops rebelled, beheading the Overseer they had sent, painting the banner black and announcing that they would never again fight for any tyrant.

The commoners, armed in hand, stormed into their local guild buildings, killing every damn noble in sight. They discovered that nobles also cried and begged for mercy.

After that, it was only a matter of time before winning. And when the victory came, Mortarion handed over the galaxy to the government affairs department and the speaker who came and left without hesitation.

But in this world, their names have already begun to circulate.

 …

Mortarion looked down at the twenty-one nobles who knelt before him, helmetless and without emotion in his eyes.

His gaze made these monsters in human skin tremble. If the pharmacist of the legion hadn't injected them with drugs to force them to wake up, they might have fallen into a coma by now.

"My legion had a hard time looking for you. They almost overturned the entire nest before they found you living insects in a few cracks."

The Primarch's voice was very soft, but other than that, he didn't say a word to these people. The Guild thought they had a trial, and the speeches in which to convict them, but no.

Nothing at all.

Except for the moment when the huge scythe named 'Nirvana' in Mortarion's hand was so close to shattering the air.

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"The Battle of Galaspa... I still have some memories of it," said Fulgrim.

His relationship with Mortarion during the Great Crusade could not be called close, in fact, there were only two people Mortarion could talk to at that time. One is Horus, and the other is Conrad Koze. The former is because of his affinity, the latter...

Two people with similar experiences can always have a common topic when they meet.

The reason why he knew this was because Horus had asked about it at a banquet, so the Lord of Death told the whole thing in detail with his characteristic deadpan expression. It is worth mentioning that his tone of resentment at the time was surprising.

"Me too." Horus nodded.

"However, what impresses me more is the commentary of those historians on the matter. They left their words at the risk of death. They say that after Mortarion's legion left, Galaspar's People were free, but only for a little while. They literally jumped from one horrific political regime to another even more horrific."

"Those bastards who don't hurt their backs when they stand and talk." Mortarion cursed coldly.

"You can't say that."

Corus Corax shook his head—he now knew very well what the regime of the empire meant to ordinary people, and what was even worse was that, in comparison, the empire turned out to be an acceptable choose.

No one wants such a regime, but they have to, otherwise humanity cannot survive.

and......

The Lord of the Crows said calmly: "I am sure that if those people were willing to submit to us, they would not have been punished at all. As long as they paid their taxes on time, nothing would happen. The galaxy is too big. Anything can happen.”

"Only if we don't notice it, and I'm sure none of us would put up with it. Even Angron—I mean the one with the nails—would have leveled the world Flat ground," Alpharius said.

Conrad Koz's lips trembled, as if he wanted to speak. However, Sanguinius' previous actions were still somewhat deterrent to him after all. The Archangel naturally discovered this matter, he had been paying attention to the Lord of the Night, so he had no choice but to sigh helplessly at this moment.

"Well, if you want to express your opinion, Conrad, do so. I won't stop you, as long as it doesn't go too far."

"I just think the instigator died too simply..."

The Lord of the Night muttered one sentence, and then, in the next sentence, he revealed his true nature.

"They really should be skinned and crumpled, these bastards are not enough to die ten thousand times, just like the bastard on the wall of the captain's cabin..."

"...wasting so much time on a group of bastards in your mouth, you are too extreme, Curz. You are just venting your anger, killing them is enough." Fulgrim said with his forehead supported .

"It's different."

Conrad Koz's expression became serious.

"I may be venting my anger, but it is definitely not my own anger. In fact, they should be executed in full view, and all those who have been oppressed by them should witness their tragic end. In this way, their Anger can be appeased. Sometimes, death alone is not enough, and you should know how terrible people can be when they are extreme."

"Your arguments are all reasonable." Vulkan nodded thoughtfully. "However, if it were me, I wouldn't have left here so soon... What do you think, Robert?"

Guilliman, who was named, made a gesture: "I will continue to stay on this planet for eight to fourteen months, and this time should be enough for me to let everyone of them live with dignity. "

His words made some people cast inexplicably complicated eyes.

Corax said quietly: "Sometimes I really don't understand how you make every planet you recover more prosperous than before..."

"It's actually very simple, you just need... no, wait, I'm leaving for a while, please wait for me for ten minutes."

Frowning, Guilliman left with his buzzing personal terminal.

"It seems that government affairs really oppressed him a lot..." Fulgrim sighed. "Even talking about what he's best at is something that he could talk about for hours before."

"Stress changes people."

The Chogorian murmured thoughtfully to himself, and at the same time he turned to look at their father. What the Emperor did did not escape his eyes, from the beginning until now, he has been paying attention.

What the hell are you doing, father?

Jaghatai narrowed his eyes - he naturally didn't think that the Emperor would suddenly decide to start learning magic at this time, however, he really didn't know much about this information. He was completely unable to deduce a deduction that could convince himself.

As if knowing what he was thinking, the Emperor actually sent a psychic communication.

+ I'm running a trial. +

try?

+Yeah, my eagle, try. +

The communication almost sounded like a sigh.

+ In the past, the war was very simple, Chagatai. At least for me, the enemies we have to deal with are aliens, traitors, demons and evil gods. It sounds scary, but at least there are signs to follow and can be attacked. +

+But the enemies we are facing now are monsters hiding in the cracks of the world and watching eagerly. They are without a doubt the great enemy of man, and the only reason they haven't come yet is because someone kept them out for us. +

+She's fighting alone, and there's nothing we can do, not even help him... I can't stand that, Jaghatai. +

Neither can I, Father. But what else can we do? We have no other means but to wait.

+ So, I'm trying. +

The Emperor looked up and smiled at him.

Guilliman just came back at this moment, attracting the attention of the Primarchs, and the Prince Regent's expression eased, obviously the meeting in the corridor just now achieved a pretty good result. As soon as he sat down, he couldn't wait to tell his brothers about his discovery.

"Fifty percent of Terra's surface reconstruction plan has been completed!"

"...uh, congratulations?" Sanguinius said uncertainly.

Guilliman's face collapsed immediately: "Fifty percent! Only five days! God, you don't understand what that means at all, do you?"

"Of course we don't understand, Robert," said Vulkan honestly. "Actually, we don't even know why you're excited about this."

"Because this means that my improvement of the Ministry of Government Affairs system is effective! Their efficiency has increased by 73%, which means that I will be able to get rid of this endless ocean of government affairs in the near future!"

"I can break free from this and focus on other things, like Jaghatai, I can fight Khorne in a simulation when I have nothing to do!"

Chagatai coughed: "Brother, I have to point out one thing... I don't mean to question your martial arts, but I basically fight against six Khorne demons one by one. So, if you want to fight I do the same, and I advise you to be fully prepared."

During their conversation, Cephalon started the next scene without warning. It is worth mentioning that it contains a line of 'small' characters that everyone can see clearly in the scrolling text.

"Please release the computing power of all my extensions immediately, Robert Guilliman."

The corners of the Imperial Regent's eyes twitched at that moment.

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Though like all other Legions, the Death Guard were as successful and valuable in the Great Crusade as they were, they were not as popular as the Blood Angels or the Emperor's Children.

In the final analysis, this matter still stems from the high death rate of the Death Guards.

The war they fought was too cruel, and the proportion of battle damage was too high compared to other legions. Although their self-healing ability and tenacity are notoriously powerful, it is precisely because of this that their battlefields are often the most dangerous.

Moreover, as the war continued, Mortarion gradually grew tired of watching his sons die one by one. Instead, he began to use weapons of mass destruction such as radiation weapons and virus bombs. In fact, the Inquisition's extermination order process was designed by him.

The Death Guard specialize in facing the most dangerous foes under the toughest circumstances, and leaving behind a scorched earth when victorious.

Because of their style, the auxiliaries who worked with them would even describe Mortarion's sons after the battle as the gods of death in the ancient myths of Terra.

They also call them Deathbringers in a low voice filled with fear and respect. Not to mention the civilians, who also know nothing about them.

When the Recorders went to their Legion and returned, the records they wrote were even reviewed by the Scribe himself and Mortarion.

They believe that the enemies defeated by the Death Guard should not be known to the public, otherwise it may cause deep fear.

Due to this tacit behavior of the Primarch, when the credits and honors of other Legions are sung by every galaxy, the lack of relevant records of the Death Guard makes them full of more mysteries.

Over time, they even exist in people's minds as a feared and superstitious image of the public.

What's worse, even among other legions, their reputation is not very good. Few were able to see beyond that elaborate mask to see the true face of Mortarion and his sons. And, even if he could, he probably wouldn't like that face that much.

All the darkness Mortarion had been through had made his eyes grow more distressed, his face haggard and darkened. He put on a dark mask, even though he knew what he was for, but... After all, people judge people by their appearance.

Among his brothers, Magnus hated him, no doubt because of his attitude to psionics.

For the first time, for some unrecorded reason, Perturabo hated his brother one-sidedly, and although the Lord of Death never responded, it was indeed well known.

Leon El'Jonson also ordered the Dark Angels never to fight alongside the Death Guard. It was undoubtedly a humiliation, and he didn't even explain why.

Horus is different from them all.

The Wolf God could see his brother's face under the mask, and he didn't hate that face. He knew that cruelty was the price of last resort for protection. He knew that Mortarion disliked savage destruction as well, only had to.

Konrad Curze was also one of the few who respected his brother and knew that he had done far less for humanity than Mortarion had during the Great Crusade.

Therefore, if someone made an insulting comment about Mortarion, the Night Haunter would even fly into a rage, and he also felt sad about it, and didn't understand why others couldn't see the truth.

As for the others, they respected him, but it was still difficult to be in a room with him. Not surprisingly, there is a long distance between working together and being close.

Therefore, we can say that, apart from the Sisters of Silence and a few others, the Death Guard had no allies at all during the Great Crusade.

In this way, time gradually passed, and after the Nikaea Conference, the Death Guard was brought back to the forefront of the war by the Lord of Death. They continued to carry out the brutal war of extermination of aliens on this dark front line without human footprints, until a message reached his ears.

Guilliman, Sanguinius, Ferrus and Dorn betrayed the Emperor and all mankind.

After this, the unfortunate doom of the Death Guard really began. Just as those who are good at water drown more, warriors like them who can withstand the terror and blows that others cannot bear... still encounter the most terrible nightmare after all.

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Mortarion's face tightened.

He didn't know what would happen next, after all, his understanding of this person was gradually deepening. But he also knows that he has always been shrouded in the cloud of Nurgle, so...

"What happened to him?" Mortarion looked at Angron and asked nervously.

"Not a good thing..."

The Lord of Red Sand pursed his lips, his expression became a little ugly. The same is true for Lorgar on the side. As the only two people here who knew what happened, they all made a painful expression.

"he......"

"He died well, and his death is the best description of the word hero. Before that, every battle he fought revealed to us the true meaning of heroism and courage." Angron said.

His masseter muscles were fully active, and then he glanced at Zhahetai, and Vulcan.

This strange gaze made them frown, especially the Eagle of Chogoris, whose usual sharpness made it easy for him to realize what was hidden behind this gaze.

Therefore, his expression began to change slowly.

"No..." he said. "It's not what I think it is."

"I'm sorry, Chagatai." Angron shook his head lightly. "Actually, what happened next is the second most painful thing in my memory."

He let out a foul breath, glanced at Guilliman, and showed a dangerous smile: "After you read all that, you should be able to understand why I didn't give you a good face for a long time after we first met Look."

"To each other." Robert Guilliman snorted coldly.

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