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Chapter 1032 386. Roundtable Talk (Twenty-one, Death Guard, 6K)

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Chapter 1032 386. Roundtable Talk (Twenty-one, Death Guard, 6K)

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

But all of this is actually not important. As time goes by, everything becomes a passing cloud, the glory disappears, leaving only the terrifying, nightmarish tyranny and oppression.

Before this battle, the Death Guard purified many heretics and alien races, and all of them were exterminated without exception. And at the very beginning of this battle, when Mortarion's strategy table was put on the question of Garath

While collecting Pa's information, the original body discovered something.

Some monsters are dressed in human skin. They are actually no different from aliens, they just happen to look like humans.

Garaspa is ruled by a tyrannical government called the Society. Thanks to endless expansion, the Society even controls an entire galaxy. However, their ruling style only regards the population as a renewable resource.

To them, everyone except nobles like themselves are just insignificant numbers, maybe even worse than pets.

If someone is old or injured and can no longer work, they will be executed immediately. They distribute highly addictive drugs in the army and use brainwashing equipment to completely control them. Even civilians are not spared.

When any newborn reaches the age of five, they will be injected with drugs that can completely destroy their will and nerves. In this way, they control everyone, and no one can resist them, because they cannot even raise the will to resist.

rise.

Drugs that are powerful enough to kill will destroy any will to resist through the body. If you want to feel better from your unrelieved hunger and thirst, the only way is to work desperately between fainting and waking up and get rations from the association.

.

After Mortarion learned all this, he showed a rare and violent mood swing.

Although it seemed to the naked eye that he made no expression at all, even the mortals who were most familiar with him could not remain standing in front of the original body, and the room even trembled.

Subsequently, the Primarch gathered all the troops he had and personally led them to launch a fierce attack on the hive world of Garaspa.

The result was naturally doomed. The fleet led by the Father of Genes easily destroyed their ground-based air defense measures, and then launched the airborne pods and provided cover and support from gunboats.

Under Mortarion's will, tens of thousands of Death Guards advanced the front to an almost absurd number in a short period of time. The unprepared Association was controlled by fear after a brief period of confusion.

They recklessly sent out large groups of drugged soldiers, trying to get them to destroy the Death Guard. But they were unlikely to succeed.

Next, the massacre that broke out in the Gallaspa Hive was extremely horrific.

The Death Guards were furious after seeing everything here. They showed no mercy to any addicts, waving their weapons and knocking them to the ground like harvesting straw. The civilians could only scream and see at home.

The coming of death.

But the Death Guard were not interested in them. Yes, they were angry, but they would never kill unarmed people.

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 cannot even have any effect on power armor other than polishing.

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

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

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

Under Mortarion's will, they jointly studied and analyzed the memories of the Society's members and the documents they identified, and began to analyze the ingredients of the medicine they used to keep the masses in this strangely docile state.

Then, under the personal command of Mortarion, the Astartes and the Adeptus Mechanicus devised an antidote to the drug that had blighted the entire galaxy.

The Fourteenth Legion dropped the antidote directly into the atmosphere in the form of mist, shattering the last remaining power of the Association's remnants hidden underground. After that, they had no chance of winning.

Because the people have awakened, people who have been oppressed for a long time have all begun to resist. During Mortarion's radio speech, the Association's troops began to resist, killing the sent overlords, painting the flag black and announcing that they would never

I will fight for any tyrant again.

The civilians armed themselves with weapons and stormed into their local association buildings, killing every damn noble they could see. They discovered that nobles also cried and begged for mercy.

After that, victory was only a matter of time. When victory came, Mortarion did not hesitate to hand over the system to the government departments and officials who came and left.

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

Mortarion looked down at the twenty-one nobles kneeling in front of him. He was not wearing a helmet, and his eyes showed no emotion.

His gaze made these monsters in human skin tremble. If the legion's pharmacist hadn't injected them with drugs to force them to wake up, they would 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 surviving insects in a few gaps."

The Primarch's voice was very soft, but other than that, he did not say another word to these people. The Society thought they had a trial and a speech to pronounce their crimes, but they did not.

Nothing at all.

Except for the huge scythe named 'Nirvana' in Mortarion's hand, which was so fast that it shattered the air in an instant.

——

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

His relationship with Mortarion during the Great Crusade was not close. In fact, at that time, Mortarion could only be considered on terms with two people. One was Horus, and the other was Konrad Kor.

Now, the former is because of his affinity, the latter is

Two people with similar experiences can always have something in common when they meet.

The reason why he knew about this matter was because Horus once asked about it at a banquet, so the Lord of Death told the whole thing in detail with his characteristic expressionless face. It was worth it.

One thing to mention is that his tone at that time was surprisingly angry.

"Me too." Horus nodded.

"But what impressed me more was the comments of those historians on this matter. They risked death to leave their words. They said that after Mortarion's legion left, Galaspar's

People were free, but only for a little while. They actually jumped from one horrific despotism to another even more horrific."

"Those bastards who stand and talk without pain." Mortarion cursed coldly.

"You can't say that."

Corvus Corax shook his head - he now knew very well what the empire's political system meant to ordinary people, and what was even worse was that in comparison, the empire turned out to be an acceptable one.

choose.

No one wants such a regime, but they must do it or humanity will not survive.

and

The Lord of Crows said calmly: "I am sure that if those people were willing to submit to us, they would not be punished at all. As long as they pay their taxes on time, nothing will happen. The Milky Way is too big.

Anything can happen."

"As long as we don't notice it, I'm sure none of us would tolerate it. Even Angron - I mean the one with the nails - would bring this world to its knees

Flat ground," Alpharius said.

Conrad Coze's lips trembled, and he seemed to want to speak. However, Sanguinius's previous behavior was still a bit of a deterrent to him. The archangel naturally discovered this matter, and he has always been paying attention to it.

The Lord of the Night could only sigh helplessly at this moment.

"Well, if you want to express your opinion, Conrad, go ahead. As long as it's not too much, I won't stop you."

"I just think the instigator died too simply."

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

"They really should be skinned and stripped to their bones. It won't be enough for these bastards to die ten thousand times, just like the bastard on the wall of the captain's cabin."

"It's too extreme for you to waste so much time on a bunch of bastards you call them, Curze. You're just venting your anger. Killing them is enough." Fulgrim held his forehead and said.

"This is different."

Conrad Coates's expression became serious.

"I may be venting my anger, but I am definitely not venting my own anger. In fact, they should be sentenced to death in full view of the public, and all those who have been oppressed by them should witness their miserable ending. In this way, their tragic ending

Anger can be calmed down. Sometimes, death alone is not enough to satisfy people. You should know how terrifying it is for people to become extreme."

"Your arguments are all reasonable." Vulcan nodded thoughtfully. "However, if it were me, I wouldn't leave here so quickly. What do you think, Robert?"

Guilliman, whose name was called, made a gesture: "I will stay on this planet for another eight to fourteen months. This time should be enough for me to let everyone live with dignity.

"

His words gave some people inexplicable and complicated looks.

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

"This is actually very simple, you just need to. No, wait, I have to leave for a while, please wait for me for ten minutes."

Frowning, Guilliman took his buzzing personal terminal and left.

"It seems that government affairs have really oppressed him a lot." Fulgrim sighed. "Even talking about his best field can be temporarily given up. He used to be able to talk endlessly about this matter.

An hour."

"Stress changes people."

The Chogorian said to himself thoughtfully, and at the same time, he turned to look at their father. The emperor's actions have not escaped his eyes. From the beginning to now, he has always

Everyone is paying attention.

What on earth are you doing, father?

Jaghatai narrowed his eyes - he naturally did not think that the emperor would suddenly decide to start learning magic at this time. However, he really knew very little about this information. He was completely unable to deduce a person who could convince him.

inference.

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

+I'm making an attempt.+

try?

+Yes, my eagle, try.+

The communication sounded almost like a sigh.

+ In the past, war was very simple, Jaghatai. At least for me, the enemies we had to deal with were aliens, traitors, demons and evil gods. It sounds scary, but at least there are traces to follow and we can be defeated.

Attack.+

+ But the enemies we are facing now are monsters hiding in the cracks of the world and staring covetously. They are undoubtedly the enemies of mankind. The only reason why they have not arrived yet is because there is a person who blocks them for us.

It's outside.+

+He is fighting alone and there is nothing we can do, not even to help Him. I cannot tolerate this, Chagatai.+

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

+So, I'm trying.+

The emperor looked up and smiled at him.

Guilliman came back just at this moment, attracting the attention of the Primarchs. The Regent's face softened, and it was obvious that a good result had been achieved in the corridor meeting just now. As soon as he sat down, he couldn't wait to greet him.

He informed his brothers of his discovery.

"Terra's surface reconstruction plan is fifty percent complete!"

"Uh, congratulations?" Sanguinius said uncertainly.

Guilliman's face suddenly fell: "Fifty percent! Just five days! God, you don't understand what this means at all, do you?"

"Of course we don't understand, Robert." Vulcan said honestly. "In fact, we don't even know why you are excited about this."

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

"I can break free and focus on other things. For example, I can fight the Great Daemon of Khorne in a simulation like Jaghatai when I have nothing to do!"

Jaghatai coughed: "Brother, I must point out one thing. I don't mean to question your martial arts, but I basically fought against six Khorne demons with one person and one horse. So, if you want to be like me, I suggest

You must be fully prepared.”

During their conversation, the hub started the next scene without warning. It is worth mentioning that it included a line of 'small' words that everyone could see clearly among the scrolling text.

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

The corner of the Imperial Regent's eye twitched at that moment.

——

Although the Death Guard, like all other Legions, had distinguished themselves during the Great Crusade and were extremely valuable, they were not as popular as the Blood Angels or the Emperor's Children.

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

The war they fought was really cruel, and their battle loss ratio was ridiculously high compared to other legions. Although their self-healing ability and tenacity were famously powerful, it was precisely because of this incident that they

The battlefields are often the most dangerous.

Moreover, as the war continued, Mortarion gradually became tired of watching his sons die one after another. He turned to using radiation weapons, virus bombs and other weapons of mass destruction. In fact,

He designed the Inquisition's extermination order process.

The Death Guard's specialty is to face the most dangerous enemies in the toughest environments and leave a scorched earth behind after victory.

Because of their style, the Auxiliaries operating with them would even describe Mortarion's sons after the war as the gods of death from ancient Terran mythology.

They would also lower their voices and call them the Deathbringers with fear and respect. Not to mention the civilians, who also knew nothing about them.

When the Recorders traveled to their Legions and returned, the records they wrote were even reviewed by the Markbearer himself, alongside Mortarion.

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

Due to this tacit behavior of the Primarch, while the achievements and honors of other legions were widely praised in every galaxy, the lack of documentation related to the Death Guard's achievements filled them with more mysteries.

Over time, they even existed in people's minds as a fearful and superstitious image.

What's worse is that even among other legions, their reputation is not very good. Few people can break through the carefully designed mask and see the true faces of Mortarion and his sons. Moreover,

Even if I could, I'm afraid I wouldn't like that face that much.

All the darkness that Mortarion has experienced has made his eyes become increasingly depressed, and his face has become increasingly haggard and gloomy. He put on a mask of darkness. Although he knew what he was doing, people will eventually

People are judged by their appearance.

Among his brothers, Magnus and he disliked each other, no doubt due to their attitudes toward psionics.

For the first time, Perturabo resented his brother for reasons not recorded in history. Although the Lord of Death never responded, this matter was indeed known to the world.

Leon El'Jonson also ordered that the Dark Angels should never fight alongside the Death Guard. This was undoubtedly a humiliation, and he did not even explain the reason behind it.

Horus was different from them all.

The Wolf Shepherd could clearly see his brother's face under the mask, and he didn't hate that face. He knew that cruelty was the price of protection. He knew that Mortarion also didn't like barbaric destruction, but he had to.

Just do that.

Konrad Curze is also one of the few who respects his brother and knows that his contribution to humanity during the Great Crusade is far less than that of Mortarion.

Therefore, if someone made an insulting comment about Mortarion, the Midnight Haunter would even get angry. He had also felt sad about it and didn't understand why others couldn't see the truth clearly.

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

Therefore, we can say that, except for 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. After the Nicaea Conference, the Death Guard was brought back to the forefront of the war by the Lord of Death. They continued to carry out a cruel war to exterminate aliens on this dark front without human footprints, until a news spread

into his ears.

Guilliman, Sanguinius, Ferrus and Dorn betrayed the Emperor and all of humanity.

After this, the unfortunate misfortune of the Death Guards really began. Just like those who are good at water often drown, warriors like them who could withstand the terror and blows that others could not endure, eventually encountered the most terrifying nightmare.

——

Mortarion's face tensed.

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

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

"Not a good thing."

The Lord of Red Sand pursed his lips and his expression became a little ugly. The same was true for Luo Jia beside him. As the only two people here who knew what happened, they all made expressions that could be called sad.

"he"

"He died a worthy death. His death is the best annotation of the word hero. But before that, every battle he fought revealed to us the true meaning of heroism and courage." Angron said.

His masseter muscles were fully activated, and then he glanced at Chaghatai and Vulkan.

This strange gaze made them frown, especially Chogoris Eagle. His usual keenness allowed him to easily realize what was hidden behind this gaze.

So, his expression slowly began to change.

"No," he said. "It's not what I thought."

"It's a pity, Jaghatai." Angron shook his head gently. "Actually, what happened next is one of the most painful things in my memory."

He exhaled a breath, glanced at Guilliman, and showed a somewhat dangerous smile: "When you read all that, you should be able to understand why I didn't give you a good look for a long time after we first met.

Watched it."

"Both each other." Robert Guilliman snorted coldly.

I don’t have the motivation to write. I owe 2k and I’ll pay it back tomorrow.

(End of chapter)