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

Chapter 422 2.2 Seeing the subtleties of knowledge

[Star ring above Barbarus, Space Marine Medical Area]

Death Guard pharmacist Io is standing in front of the experimental table, preparing a new batch of medicine for implantation surgery.

On the orders of Legion Commander Mortarion, the entire Barbarus Star Territory entered a state of war readiness and immediately began large-scale recruitment.

At this moment, countless planets that had previously signed contracts with the Death Guard were transporting ships full of recruit candidates to Barbarus.

Other planets donated countless reserve resources to the Death Guard.

In the forging world of Miint, the factory is roaring, and endless weapons and ammunition are flowing out of the assembly line as far as the eye can see.

Under the leadership of the Death Guard, the productivity of the Barbarus Star Territory has been stretched to the extreme at this moment.

What's more, after the Nicaea Conference, the Lord of Death, Mortarion, personally returned to Barbarus to guard the city. Uncharacteristically, he was responsible for many matters related to the construction of the star field every day.

Even from a distance, Mortarion's leaders looked more resentful.

But this is not something that pharmacist Io can get involved in. As one of the first batch of people recruited by Barbarus, he has now become a qualified pharmacist and has begun to take charge of recruit surgeries and other matters.

Previously, he had participated in Commander Hades' emergency rescue and postoperative recovery.

It's a pity that the smooth-talking commander is no longer in the Death Guard.

Io thought, and then his hand that prepared the reagent paused.

As if feeling something, Io put down the test tube, turned her head, and naturally lowered her hand to the position of the bolt gun on her waist.

"Io!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Io let out a subtle breath. He spoke, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Lerna, you shouldn't be here now. Lord Mortarion is making emergency arrangements. You should report to the Endurance."

Lena came over with a smile. He stared at Io's experimental table with something shining in his eyes.

"Aren't you leaving?"

He spoke suddenly, and Io sighed. He picked up the test tube again, but it was no longer the one he had before.

"I have to be responsible for the operation of the new recruits behind Barbarus. I can't leave."

Io said seriously,

"If you still want to joke around with those brats, it's time for you to go, Lena."

It has to be said that after Mortarion banned the Death Guard joke game, Lena, who had won nine consecutive championships, was disappointed for a while, but after that, he continued to harass the new recruits.

Lena sighed, and Io heard a slight noise,

Then--

Io's pupils suddenly dilated, as if there was some omen. At the last moment, he turned around and saw the blade rushing toward his neck.

Without hesitation, Io smashed the test tube in her hand at Lena. The test tube burst and the liquid inside hissed.

Sharp screams broke out, and Io covered his bloody neck. He opened the communication channel and shouted for reinforcements.

At the same time, Io picked up the machete on his waist and showed the blade towards Lena,

"What are you doing, Lena?"

Io gasped and asked, and the answer was an empty response from the communication channel and Lerna's loud laughter.

Lena laughed, and Io's face reflected in his eyes,

He thought of the time they had fought side by side, the friendship accumulated through countless battles, and his brain was trembling painfully.

But at this moment - they are just stumbling blocks preventing him from being loyal to the empire,

The Death Guard would betray, and he was the one who kept them from falling into the abyss!

"Long live Hydra!!!"

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[The gene seed room was attacked? 】

Under the hood, Mortarion frowned tightly. The Lord of Death suddenly stood up from his desk where documents were already piled up. He strode towards the medical room, his scythe making a piercing sound as he dragged it on the ground. .

Vox trotted next to his father,

"Lerna of the first company attacked Io, the pharmacist in charge of the recruits' surgery, and before that, all communications in the medical area were cut off."

Vaux said,

"Lerna killed thirteen Death Guards guarding the medical area, and was killed by Io when he was about to kill Io and obtain her genetic fragments to open the gene seed bank."

The gloomy haze surrounding Mortarion was almost materializing.

[...I remember them. 】

The Lord of Death said softly that he remembered them, the second Barbarus who became the Death Guard,

Those new recruits have long since become veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles. Among them are foundry master Pasteur and fifth company commander An Tai.

and the famous pharmacist Io.

Mortarion raised his hand to signal Vox to stop reporting. The original body lowered his head slightly and stepped into the door of the emergency room. The rich smell of blood exploded at the tip of his nose.

He saw Io lying on the operating table, dying, and the splattered blood on the operating table seemed to have been exploded from the inside by a bomb.

With just one glance, Mortarion could tell that this scion had no chance at all, and that he would sleep peacefully, sleeping with Barbarus's night.

Io breathed hard, and under the stimulation of a high dose of psychotropic drugs, a hazy halo appeared in his pupils.

Mortarion shook his head, and the apothecary, who was about to explain something to him, stopped.

Mortarion knew better than anyone that these nerve-stimulating, life-slowing potions would cause trance and even hallucinations.

Mortarion knelt down half-kneeling, holding Io's hand.

【Say what you want to say,】

Mortarion said softly, and Io struggled for breath,

"grown ups……"

Io struggled,

"Forgive...forgive them, they..."

"...Trust him...only...only..."

Io's eyes flashed past the death guards lying in a pool of blood. He struggled. Because of his relationship with Lerna, Lerna often came to him and relied on his personality to quickly get involved with the guards in the medical area. Ripe.

Mortarion held Io's hand tightly, the temperature was passing quickly.

[They are all my descendants, and I want to believe that they have not neglected their duties. 】

He looked at Io in silence and smiled bitterly,

"...He...is...Hydra."

Io struggled to say that he wondered when the comrade who fought alongside him was replaced?

"The enemy... is inside..."

Mortarion lowered his eyes, feeling the coldness in his hands, and his life finally passed away.

After seven seconds, he let go of his hand, and Mortarion stood up, preparing to leave,

Mortarion recalled, he recalled the memories about [Hydra]——

Finally, he remembered Hades mentioning it.

"Sir, does the current subspace jump need to be stopped urgently?"

Vox asked, and Mortarion hissed under his breathing mask.

[We need seven days, let me try... to dig out those moths. 】

Mortarion said, he needs a little bit of Hydra's blood, a little guidance from numerology, a little... the bond between the original body and his offspring.

The more times like this, the less angry or anxious it is.

Under the hood, Mortarion's gloomy eyes were almost on fire.

An hour later, the first Death Guard were called to interview the Primarch.

In the dim room, Mortarion held the scythe in his hand, as quiet as a statue.

The purge within the Death Guard began quietly.

Great!