Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 276 268. Mortarion thinks Guilliman is very powerful

Well, things were beyond Hades' imagination.

But to some extent Hades seemed to have anticipated this situation.

They rode the Stormbird, passed through the clouds, and landed at the temporary airport in the main city, where a small group of Ultramarines were waiting for them, ready to lead the way and avoid conflicts with civilians.

Above the clouds, the Death Guard's Stormbird troops were hovering nervously, waiting for orders.

At least Guilliman allowed the necessary air forces.

And above the atmosphere, somewhere Guilliman didn't need to know, the Death Guard's drop pods were ready.

Hades silently glanced at these blue-armored warriors, and decisively chose the black domain invisibility. Although this method is not so effective against those without psychic potential, it is still effective against the Colossal Attention Attractor [Mortarion]. 】 aside, he can still do it quietly.

"Very well," Mortarion looked at the blue Ultramarines, "lead the way."

The Death Guard said nothing and marched in silence.

According to Mortarion's request, the Ultramarines will first take them to the Royal Palace, where there is a smashed altar and the Queen who is waiting for them.

They passed through an industrial area full of low-rise buildings. People were surprised to greet the Ultramarines and worship them. However, after seeing the Death Guards, their eyes dodged and they hid in those old buildings in fear.

The Death Guard continued in silence while the Ultramarines tried to comfort the frightened men.

Mortarion narrowed his eyes and stared at the narrow windows. The uneasy shadows of people swayed on the walls.

They passed through the square, where the Ultramarines were stationed. There were many people, and children were running around from time to time. The humble and glorious Ultramarines were naturally welcomed by the indigenous people. Mortarion could even see the Imperial Historian. Taking photos of an Ultramarine and an Aboriginal girl.

Mortarion frowned, but remained silent.

Everything here made him feel a little dislocated, a little uneasy, and anxious, but the Lord of Death did not see the things he was familiar with and smell the stench of witchcraft.

Finally, they arrived at the tallest building on the home court, the Royal Palace.

The Queen was waiting for them in the square in front of the palace's main entrance.

It was an old man with snow-white hair and a wrinkled face. He was wearing a dark robe decorated with gold filigree. The edges of the robe were obviously frayed, and it had obviously been worn for a long time.

Her eyes were deep blue, revealing an extraordinary sense of serenity and calmness. After seeing Mortarion, she did not show fear or surprise like ordinary people, she was just deeply He glanced at Mortarion, then buried his body deeply,

"Good day, my lords."

The Queen said respectfully and calmly,

"Good day, Lady Circe."

The leading ultramarine, Gage, acted as a bridge to introduce the two parties, talking to Ms. Circe politely and enthusiastically.

Mortarion listened to their every word, but there was no tone-deafness about the sorceress, who spoke cautiously and with restraint of respect and a hint of concern for her people.

Naturally, the Ultramarines patiently persuaded the rickety queen that the Empire would not commit unprovoked atrocities. As long as Absdu surrendered and believed in the truth of the Empire, they would not be punished.

Mortarion didn't want to hear nonsense, but he was also waiting, so the Lord of Death rarely maintained restrained patience, listening to the necessary nonsense while sizing up the palace.

This palace was built of dark limestone, with exquisite materials and exquisite carvings. However, due to the corrosion of acid rain, the characters, birds and beasts carved on it have turned into a hideous thing.

Every certain distance, a towering spire would protrude from the palace. Those pointed figures reminded Mortarion of the treetops where pustular vultures would stay.

They were still talking, and Mortarion narrowed his eyes. He looked at the nine small towers surrounding a large tower, and the nine large towers surrounding the main building. The numbers whispered in Mortarion's ears, and Mortarion gradually realized Something was wrong, the Lord of Death fell into deep thought.

But no, no, this structure is asymmetrical, it destroys the symmetrical beauty of numbers. Mortarion thought, it should be symmetrical, that is logical——

"grown ups?"

Gage's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Mortarion's thoughts. Mortarion frowned in displeasure, but in the end he said nothing and motioned for Gage to take them inside.

But at the moment the Ultramarines turned back, the Queen looked past the Ultramarines among them and looked deeply at Mortarion.

The Lord of Death naturally responded to her, with his gloomy eyes that could kill.

Damn wizard, there is definitely a scam.

Mortarion gritted his teeth and thought, but the problem was that he had no way to explain it. Even Hades advised him not to be obsessed with numerology anymore, and he did not believe that Guilliman could understand his numerology.

Mortarion tightened his grip on his scythe again, and there was a squeaking sound on the private channel. He darkened his eyes, hoping that Hades could find something.

Led by the queen, they entered the altar in the center of the circular palace, which is also the main building surrounded by a nine-story tower.

Mortarion did not allow the queen to enter the room and asked several death shrouds to watch her. Everyone knew that a psychic could not be allowed to stay with an altar, even if it was an abandoned altar.

This was a fairly symmetrical hall. The craftsmen applied geometry to present a dazzling visual effect here. Everything here seemed to be dynamic and constantly changing.

Silver runes filled the entire room. Mortarion was keenly aware that this was the symbol on the queen's robe.

This was a very, very, very ominous place.

Even though this place had been destroyed, blue paint was splashed on the runes, covering the lines and patterns, and the necessary sacrificial rituals were smashed, leaving only slag on the ground.

This place could no longer be used.

But Mortarion could still smell the stench of psychic energy from the air. They passed through his gas mask and lingered at the tip of his nose.

Influenced by the Father of Genes, the guards behind Mortarion secretly grasped the switch of the flame launcher.

"Lord Mortarion, it was here that our Primarch father read out the Imperial Truth and accepted Abstul's peace proposal."

Gage said proudly, "After reading out the Imperial Truth, the Queen of Abstul ordered the destruction of this place."

Motarion glanced at Gage, and to the relief of the Lord of Death, the altar here did not show any signs of recent use, and the stench was not strong enough, which at least showed that these blind men were not ambushed by the enemy.

Robert Guilliman, he read out the Imperial Truth to a psychic next to an altar.

Haha.

"Yeah, that's great."

Mortarion muttered softly, and then the Lord of Death maintained a cautious posture and carefully exited the hall.

Then he saw Hades talking to the queen.

Great!

Good news, the paint wash saved my life.

Bad news, I knocked over the paint wash.

Fuck! ! ! That's all money! ! !