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

Chapter 423 2.3 Welcome to Macragge

[Macragge? 】

Mortarion directly threw the information handed over by Vox onto the table with one hand, and the paper information made a clattering sound.

Mortarion let out a loud hiss under his gas mask, and he subconsciously touched his gauntlet. The faint blood stains on it showed the behavior of its owner not long ago.

[...It seems that my brother Guilliman needs to explain to me why Macragge is the only one with guiding signs in the warp. 】

Mortarion said, almost every word, gritting his teeth,

[I hope he really needs help, instead of setting up a shining tombstone for Macragge that can be seen in the warp at a glance because of some insignificant things. 】

He urgently cleared out the aliens in the legion and gathered supplies roughly. He did not go to a place like Macragge to save time.

They should be on a battlefield, not fertile soil.

However, due to the chaos of the Star Torch and the turbulence of the subspace, under the instructions of the navigator, the Death Guard had no choice but to follow the shining point in the subspace to find it.

Mortarion pressed down on his gas mask and took a deep breath.

Maybe he should directly order the Death Guard fleet to rush towards the scar that runs through the galaxy. Maybe this will at least allow him to find the original breaking point of the story.

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At least, as of now, Robert Guilliman will not read the blood and cleansing behind the hasty sailing from this brief communication.

He just knew that the Emperor really responded to his thoughts——

But the wrong person was sent.

Mortarion, the anti-psionic, Death Guard, Lord of Death, has answered your prayers.

At this moment, the sunlight in Macragge was just right, and the white sunlight shone on the sapphire-like armor, shining brightly.

Guilliman stood on the platform of the "Tita Gate" at the northern entrance of the square, wearing ceremonial armor, with the flags of the Ultramarines and the Titan Legion fluttering in the wind.

At a glance, his legions were standing in majestic formation, standing on the square paved with azurite and marble quarried from Mount Karut. The sun coated their blue helmets with a layer of burning gold.

Like a blue ocean, the Lord of Macragge spared no effort to display his army. This is a kind of respect and a way to stabilize the people's hearts.

The star torch was extinguished and the psykers went crazy. For a time, rumors spread throughout the Ultramar Empire. These disturbing news spread too fast. Even if Guilliman came to govern, it did not achieve good results.

Therefore, Guilliman also had his own considerations in this welcoming military parade. He needed to make the people of Macragge realize that the country they were in was safe.

Guilliman raised his head, and the sunlight made his dazzling golden short hair look like pearl white. Ms. Euton stood behind him. Today's lady wore a blue ceremonial dress, with diamonds embellished on the skirt, sparkling. glow.

Guilliman swallowed without leaving a trace.

[I don’t know if this is a good thing or not.]

He muttered quietly, making sure only Jotun and he could hear,

Yudun smiled,

"Two Primarchs are always more comforting than one."

Yudun said,

"Or are you worried about your other brother?"

Guilliman paused.

[Mortarion has a weird personality,]

He said it directly, because even Mortarion would most likely admit Guilliman's words, and even despise them as "abnormal".

[I'm worried that he will think my behavior is a provocation,]

Guilliman said,

[He is not a person who is accustomed to complicated etiquette... I often can't understand what he is thinking. He is holding his scythe all the time, as if a monster will jump out of nowhere and attack him at any time. Except for defense, he is concerned about everything. Maintain a lack of interest. 】

"A cautious man with some extreme tendencies,"

Euton commented,

"This is not a bad thing. When a crisis strikes, he will react before anyone else."

【I can do it too. 】

Guilliman said quickly, and then Guilliman paused.

[And I'm not going to be too extreme, I'm worried...]

The Lord of Macragge's voice became quieter. He was worried that Mortarion's excessive extremes would bring some effects to Macragge that he was not happy to see.

Guilliman, through his mortal chamberlains, has learned of the recent boom in gas masks being sold in Macragge's market, and it seems his people have some strange rumors about the Death Guard.

Yudun's comforting voice sounded,

"Will not,"

she says,

"When he sees Macragge and this shining pearl under your rule, he will understand what you mean. Perhaps the environment in which he grew up has made him cautious, but our planet is a peaceful place. A pure land where any tired soul can rest."

Guilliman smiled,

[I heard Hades say that Barbarus's past was indeed difficult, and I feel sad about it. 】

Then, Guilliman stopped, and the mortal servant at his hand handed him the command board.

【he came. 】

Guilliman said softly, staring at the message on the command board, where the Death Guard's request to land was pulsing.

He approved the request, and immediately afterwards, the roar of the stormbirds sounded in the sky of Macragge, and the pale and moss-green battleships cast shadows, which were mixed with gunpowder smoke and a frowning aura.

Guilliman now thinks his people are prescient.

The crowd outside the square broke into a small commotion, and the ultramarines who maintained law and order were trying to calm people down——

But as that foot stepped out of the deep and dark transport plane, the commotion of the crowd instantly maintained a kind of stunned silence. They shut their mouths obediently. Everyone's neck was drawn back, but their eyes were wide open and tightly closed. Stare ahead.

They subconsciously tried to retreat, but the way they looked forward with their eyes open made Guilliman smile slightly.

[He scared them. 】

Guilliman said softly,

The gray-white cloak floated without any wind, and the hem still showed traces of war and bullets.

The bone-white armor is riddled with tiny scratches, and there are even black and yellow dents at some joints. The moss-green shoulder armor is old and dim, and the six-ringed skeleton is staring directly at every soul who is not afraid of death. .

The huge scythe gently brushed against the red carpet. The scythe looked like it had been taken out of a barn that had been dusty for many years. It was greasy, with unknown dark red drying marks.

The most conspicuous thing is that under the hood, the shining amber eyes are shining with some kind of intense emotion, like a ball of flames, which makes the eyes of the Lord of Death look light golden. That way.

At a certain moment, an idea suddenly came to Guilliman's mind.

He believed that the chance of Mortarion slashing him with a scythe was definitely zero.

However, Guilliman also believes that since the Death Guard has an excellent commander like Hades,

Then Hades must have advised Mortarion not to kill anyone during the welcome ceremony.

Guilliman still hopes that the Death Guard will have a set of normal response standards for normal social etiquette.

At the other end of the red carpet that ran across the entire platform, Mortarion strode towards him. Robert Guilliman maintained a perfect smile and also took steps.

People's eyes focused on the two originals. Behind Mortarion, the Death Guards also began to line up silently. It was just the most ordinary battle formation. The aura surrounding them made people deliberately ignore them.

The bright sunshine made the red carpet sparkle at the moment, giving Guilliman's armor a warm white edge. But to Mortarion, the too strong sunshine seemed to be exposing a damp flower. of mushrooms,

Finally, the two demigods gathered in the center of the red carpet.

Guilliman still maintains his perfect smile. If it were a politician now, his smile must have become awkward and professional at this moment.

But at this moment, standing here is Robert Guilliman, his smile is warm and kind, just like the surprise smile that just curved when an old friend met,

【brother,】

Guilliman was the first to speak. He stretched out his hand.

He looked under the shadow of the hood. Mortarion's eyes slowly looked around the square.

The platform at the Titan Gate is very large, not to mention that it is only the entrance to the Battle Square. In addition to the Battle Square, there are other squares connected to it. Each of them is large enough to display the Titan Legion allied with the Ultramarines. on it.

The blue of the sky and the legions reflected on Mortarion's eyes. In the distance, the flags of the two armies that were hung up spontaneously in residential areas were flying.

Guilliman's hand stayed awkwardly in the air, and for a moment, the hundreds of thousands of people on this huge platform fell silent.

Mortarion's gas mask hissed quietly.

The Lord of Death chuckled.

Then, as if he remembered something funny enough, Mortarion laughed, and while laughing, he extended his hand—but not to Guilliman.

Mortarion took off his hood, and his white hair, as dry as straw, exploded. Then Mortarion skillfully placed the scythe on his shoulder, and used that hand to take off his gas mask, revealing dry cracks. Q,

Mortarion bent down slightly - he was taller than Guilliman, and stretched out his hand towards Guilliman,

His eyes were bent with laughter, but even Guilliman had a hard time telling whether the Lord of Death's smile at this moment was sarcasm, or whether it was really out of some kind of kindness.

【brother. 】

Mortarion neighed, and he smiled,

[As expected of Macragge. 】

He said, his tone was indescribably weird, because of the smile, wrinkles accumulated at the corners of his eyes.

Now Guilliman couldn't tell whether Mortarion was praising him or hoping to kill him.

No matter what it was, Guilliman didn't feel good for some reason.

Why not Hades?

Guilliman thought as the two Primarchs shook hands, but he didn't know that Mortarion opposite him thought the same way.

In addition, Mortarion's hand was so strong that Guilliman heard the whine of his own hand armor creaking.

Today, I’m gone. I’m trying to save as much code as possible. When I save up, I’ll post more. At the same time, I’ll try to post regularly.

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