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

Chapter 450 2.30 He deserves it

"Conduct Approved."

In the outer star area of ​​Ultramar, the light green planet shimmered with a faint light. Above the hazy and foggy atmosphere, the diamond blue and bone white fleets were waiting quietly.

Warships like a swarm of insects flew out from the Endurance, their tail flames drawing a gleaming blue light in the void.

"Enter the atmosphere."

White frost rose on the glass of the battleship. Even with the anti-frost coating, the white frost still climbed up densely.

In the well-sealed cabin, the stench penetrated like a pervasive tentacle, stinging the driver's nerves.

High in the sky, the light green of Yax shone on Malcador's bloodless face.

The old man murmured to himself, as if waiting for an opportunity.

"We have successfully entered the marked area, requesting permission for bombing."

The buzzing sound of flies came from the channel, and the battleship group seemed to have crashed into a vibrant area.

"Approval," Malcador said. He shook, turned, and looked at Karas, who had been silent behind him.

The old man's eyes traced across the scythe behind Wuwei without leaving any trace.

"Get ready, it's your turn - can we see Mortarion."

According to Malcador's inference, the subspace area where Mortarion is currently floating is not far from Nurgle's territory.

Warp space is a space mixed with concepts. The authority held by the Lord of Death is similar to that of Nurgle. Naturally, the two cannot be too far apart without Mortarion taking the initiative to stay away.

And Mortarion...

Malcador thought that this bastard probably cut Nurgle with a knife and ran away, but he was already on the verge of reaching his limit at that time, so he had to find a place to stay not far from Nurgle's territory.

Although Mortarion is very close to Nurgle, the good news is... Mortarion himself may not be able to escape, but that doesn't mean he won't call "Human".

Malcador couldn't help but sneered when he thought of this. Mortarion was afraid that Hades wouldn't die quickly enough.

Hades, who had fallen into a coma of his own consciousness, could only answer the call to him mechanically at this moment.

He couldn't tell them apart - he hadn't been able to do that before, but he could have learned it over time.

So the Black Realm, which received Mortarion's call for help, automatically pounced on it, successfully cutting off Nurgle's tracking of Mortarion's fate. Mortarion was even able to "escape with half his body" with part of Nurgle's authority. .

Why is it half a body? Because one part was cut off and thrown to Hades.

...Makado took a deep breath.

Although nothing will happen to the Black Domain for a while, and may even continue to grow, the same cannot be said for Hades.

If the empire still wants a "controllable" black domain, then Hades must not be sacrificed.

So they had to wake up Mortarion from his current [slumber] state, let him wake up on his own, and take the initiative to stay away from Nurgle's domain.

Then call the Black Realm to another safe place - but Malcador thinks Nurgle is already trying this.

And to find the Pale Lord in the warp and awaken him...

Malcador narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself, using his scepter to write and draw on the deck beneath him and Karas.

The golden writing lights up.

On how to summon a warp entity, the Pale Lord.

The first step is to find a soul that has a destiny connection with the [Pale Lord]. The stronger the connection, the better.

What Malcador found was Karastifon. As if he was afraid that they would not find him, Mortarion even gave part of his power to Karastifon (previously Nurgle's).

In the second step, you'd better have a token. Of course, if you don't have one, you can ignore it.

Mistletoe, Malcador said that this kid Mortarion was pretending to be confused, he even knew how to put a token!

Part 3: Find an area where the veil is weak, preferably an area that has a conceptual connection to the thing you are summoning.

The Death Guard warship is actually very suitable, but Mortarion and Hades had deployed too many counter-psionic means on it. For Malcador, this was not a good thing.

On the Endurance, the curtain between the physical world and the subspace is too thick.

Malcador suddenly found it funny. Mortarion himself had an extreme hatred of psykers and deployed anti-psionic weapons. The end result was that he was unable to board his own ship.

This made Macha, who had been working hard for many days, feel a little more relieved.

You deserve it, the great psyker commented.

And because the time when the Pale Lord was born was too short, he had not yet had time to make an impact in the physical world. In other words, this [weak] [unlucky] subspace existence currently does not have a qualified physical territory.

It doesn't matter.

Machado thought about the news that the first round of bombing went smoothly on the channel. The phosphorus fire bombs were dropped, sparkling strange fires in the incomplete forest.

"Airdrop drop pod."

The old man said that based on the precise location coordinates transmitted by the battleship pilot, Malcador began to infer the spatial coordinates of the subspace at this moment.

The golden falcon sculpture on the scepter fluttered its wings and looked at Karas angrily in the firelight.

"Seven minutes left."

Malcador told Karas, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The curtain here is very unstable, and the subspace is also unstable, which makes the calculation more difficult.

It has to be precise...or they'll be on a day trip to the garden.

Even though the Pale Lord has no physical territory - it doesn't matter, his subspace coordinates are very close to Nurgle, but in this matter, Malcador made a decision similar to Mortarion.

Whoring for nothing.

And there is no psychological burden.

Everything was ready. Malcador took a deep breath and looked towards the dark corner of the room. Several giants with silver-grey helmets slowly walked out.

Their armor is affixed with a new version of the Word Bearers' Prayer since the Burning of the Perfect City. Within the armor, a special psychic matrix is ​​running, giving Malcador a warm projection in the warp.

The halberds in their hands emitted a dazzling white light.

Gray Knight.

From the disbanded Fifteenth Legion, the Thousand Sons.

Malcador stared at them, once again making sure they were in good shape for battle.

In the previous World Eater battleship landing battle, Malcador did not let them come forward. This was used in his experiment. Several carefully selected Thousand Sons-their links with Magnus were all controlled by Malcador. It's almost time to wash the floor.

They are not the strongest, but they are the most stable.

As for the other powerful Thousand Sons, Malcador continued to watch over them. Most of them were still sleeping in stasis under the Palace of Terra, and some followed him.

But even the Thousand Sons, who Malcador personally confirmed was in the most stable condition, still suffered from varying degrees of coma and psychic instability during their previous voyages.

This is why, when Malcador's fleet first arrived in Ultramar, Malcador did not let them come forward.

... Something happened to Magnus, something definitely happened.

According to the chaotic time algorithm of subspace, the time point is almost...the period between Hades being sealed and the Star Torch extinguished.

Malcador sighed.

His descendants with occult ties came under his influence during the voyage, even as Malcador repeatedly tried to weaken their ties.

The old man thought about it and asked, "How are you doing?"

The huge silver-helmeted knights in front of the rickety old man knelt down on one knee.

"Always fight for the Empire."

Malcador nodded and motioned for them to stand up.

"Then the transmission will begin."

Great!