Chapter 345 Galasper

"Initially, an exploratory ship was lost here, bringing a series of Imperial ships lost. They undoubtedly sent greetings of peace, but were oppressed by a tyranny that was essentially a slave system. The people were not even reduced to assets, but turned into objects equivalent to playthings."

Motarion said, standing on the bridge of the Endurance. Everything around him was mainly iron and gray-green, which became surprisingly plain under the conditions of lack of decoration and dim indoor lights. The only bright color was the golden sky eagle of the Empire, hanging in a conspicuous place, slightly higher than the emblem of the Death Guard's spikes around the skull.

This is similar to the image of Mortarion himself, or in other words, the Lord of Death himself and his Queen of Glory are the embodiment of each other's temperament.

Mortarion wore a brass armor, which did not have the common luster of this material, but was closer to a kind of dull bone-like tone. His pale and withered face was hidden in the shadow of the gray-yellow hood, and he wore a half-respirator - just a decoration that the Primarch was used to, and it did not supply or block the gas.

Under the care of the Imperial Regent and the changes made voluntarily by Mortarion, his adaptability to the normal environment has been greatly improved. At least the incense burner and other items on his waist are not necessary at this time.

"I saw the people of Galaspar suffer under tyranny, so I destroyed the tyranny of the Knights. I liberated it." He continued, "Protax was destroyed, and after the main nest of Galaspar was destroyed, the communication and management of the eleven planets fell into chaos. I have done all this."

"Like swinging the scythe of the god of death," Horus Lupercal said, "clean and thorough. Leave no grass behind."

"That's why we must continue to attack and continue to complete the remaining cleanup work." Mortarion replied, "I want to know why you found me. Did the Emperor send you here, Horus?"

Outside the fleet, several torn asteroids have cooled down, broken steel and planetary structures scattered in the universe, and torpedoes and ship fragments floated silently in silence.

In the process of quickly completing the interspersion, stabbing the enemy's heart like a dagger, the embers left by the massive one-sided defensive artillery fire spread a long track; the debris of the planetary defense platforms, void shells and the bombed fortresses, like an arc of iron gray, or the afterimage left by the scythe swing, still stung the observer's eyes after the burning ended.

It is not difficult to imagine what a cruel ruin the surface of the planetary hive city after the rupture is. Mortarion completely destroyed the hive city, turning it into a ball of molten steel, and there is no way to resurrect.

In their first battle, the Death Guard chose the direction they needed: the war of extinction.

The scythe of the god of death will ruthlessly swing across everything on the surface, destroying violence with more ruthless violence.

"Father is concerned about your first battle, Mortarion." Horus replied. "Me too. I am glad to see you finish this campaign."

"What about him?" Mortarion's sunken yellow eyes turned until they fell on another Primarch beside Horus. "Who is he?"

Beside Horus Lupercal, the angel with white wings on his back gave him a smile, "I have requested to visit your ship in the communication, brother. I am Sanguinius, the Primarch of the Blood Angels."

The Archangel of Baal, even the dull and plain scenery inside the Endurance could not offset the overly bright brilliance on him.

He was not wearing armor, and his alabaster robes blocked his smooth white skin. His golden hair reflected the light brilliantly, as dazzling as the Emperor's Skyhawk emblem. That perfect and holy face was unforgettable, in stark contrast to Mortarion's gloomy expression.

Mortarion narrowed his eyes.

When Horus Lupercal mentioned that he wanted to come to see him and even provide some help, even though Mortarion never admitted it and even responded to the communication after a period of thinking, he still did not deny that he was happy to know that Horus still remembered him, and secretly compared the friendly wolf god with Magnus who wanted to disappear from his sight.

But he did not know at that time that Horus brought another new gene master with him, so dazzling that his ships were dimmed.

"I am Mortarion." He said hurriedly, as if this was the best greeting gift that could be provided in wartime. "Why did you find me?"

The angel smiled with restraint: "I just returned to the Empire, and now I am learning some knowledge that Horus needs to know as a Primarch. I heard that Horus wanted to find you, so I came here with him."

Mortarion stared at Sanguinius carefully, and said to Horus: "I am very happy to see you. So, what are you going to do next?"

"I'm not sure," Horus signaled Sanguinius with his eyes, and the current scene was somewhat different from what they had expected along the way.

"We are a little late," Sanguinius said, his voice full of regret. "But it's not too late."

Mortarion looked at Sanguinius questioningly.

"I want to take a few of my captains and go to the surface of Galasper with you, okay?" Sanguinius asked.

"You might as well be honest and tell me why you set foot on the ruins of Galasper." Mortarion said coldly, looking away, refusing to continue to observe the scene of Sanguinius radiating light next to Horus Lupercal.

The image of Sanguinius reminded him of the stone statues of angels that once existed in the Emperor's library and were erected in the recorded churches on Terra, followed by various small statues worshipped in a few villages in Barbarus.

Like the sorcery of the warp, this kind of thing is always lifted up by ideals and beliefs and often does not bring real help to the people in urgent need of help. Sometimes, it even brings ironic destruction under the glory.

Mortarion did not understand why Horus Lupercal brought an angel to his ship.

In any case, Mortarion was even prepared to be accused by them, asking him why he carried out the massacre so thoroughly, which violated the peace order of the Great Crusade.

Sanguinius sighed slightly.

"I want to show my descendants the causes and consequences of extinction and the choice of war methods. In the few months with Horus, we didn't get to fight at all. He conquered two pocket empires by relying solely on diplomacy. This is not easy to learn, unless he is willing to lend me Cyjanus."

"Hey." Horus objected slightly.

"Torgadon is also fine."

"No."

Sanguinius shook his head and continued: "In short, maybe we can refer to your combat methods a little, Mortarion. Although we came late and failed to catch up with the annihilation of the main nest, if you agree, the newly born Blood Angels hope to complete the subsequent finishing work with your Death Guard."

"Will your descendants accept the means of extinction?" Mortarion asked doubtfully. "It doesn't look like it."

"Ah, you don't know yet," the angel shook his wings in surprise, "We are famous ghouls."