The Fourth Knight of the Death Guard, now.

The harsh white light on the screen edged the white edge of Motarion's armor, and the entire command room was pitch black, the green and red lights of the indicator lights flickering from time to time.

The poison gas from Barbaros settled quietly at Motarian's feet, and then slowly spread outward.

Through the breathing mask, the quiet hiss of the original body sounded.

Motarian stared at the screen in front of him, the planet filthy by the waste of the hive was slowly spinning.

Fear.

He smelled the fear of the oppressed above.

Tyranny turns the people into the property of the rulers, who are no longer human beings, but mere straw to be harvested.

Tyranny torments torment humanity with fear and crushes the human mind and spirit with nightmarish power.

Like Barbarus.

He had also been trapped in the nightmare of fear, and he had spent his days in a nightmare under the torture of his adoptive father.

But not anymore.

Motarian stared at the screen like a corpse, his yellow amber eyes unblinking.

He will bring justice, and he will put an end to fear.

This order, which is enveloped in layers of planetary defenses, will be put to an end by the Death Guard.

As he looked and pondered day after day, Mortarian saw the general outline of his strategy—

He needs the power to kill with one blow.

Choke the enemy's throat and then choke it to death.

In previous investigations, each level of the order had to obey the orders of the higher, and there would never be any next action until the order was given.

Once the supreme ruler is decapitated, order will immediately collapse.

And the extreme tyranny of the Knights also means that their rulers will be tied to the throne.

Then, it's obvious where they're going.

The Death Guard will stab Galaspa's central nest, Protarcos.

Motarian narrowed his eyes and struck a quick victory, chopping off the opposite head before the enemy's bloated nerves could send a distress signal to the fat limbs.

If the enemy reacts, it will be the end of the Death Guard.

But he never ran away.

Motarian closed his eyes and counted the time in his mind, suppressing the fear that had overflowed little by little.

Subtle uneasiness crept up until the eve of the Death Guard's attack, and no news of Hades came.

The greatest probability is still the loss of contact with the stars caused by subspace fluctuations, as well as the obstruction of navigation, and it is possible that after they complete this battle, Hades will return to the team.

But in front of the entire legion, Motarian chose to attack first, pressing the matter about Hades in a deep corner.

The blade has been sharpened, and death will not be late.

Tyranny must be uprooted.

They will bring liberation.

Barasin and Vaux stood at Motarian's side, silently waiting.

But Motarian heard Barasin's uneasiness.

The original opened its eyes and looked at Barasin.

Barasin hesitated, and he could see that the Legion Commander wanted him to speak up and voice his concerns.

"My lord, it will mean that the landing army is isolated, and at the same time suffers ten thousand times more than our troops."

Barasin had checked the Legion's layout several times, and it was a crazy tactic, in short-

There is no room for defense.

There is no possibility of retreat.

This is not in line with the tactics that any legion that Barasin has ever seen would adopt.

If they fail, if they don't control the enemy's supreme ruler in the first place, then the death guards surrounded by layers of galactic defenses will come to an end.

The entire attacking corps will be annihilated in isolation.

It's too ...... Unbelievable.

Motarian vetoed the Empire's proposal to blockade and put the civilization aside, claiming that the civilization would be judged only by the forces of the Death Guard.

Prior to this, the Imperial War Department's assessment of this civilization required at least three legions of troops, as well as a large amount of logistical support, to ensure that the Empire could win the war of attrition with this civilization.

But Motarian vetoed.

There is no need for a war of attrition, the sword is on the sidelines, and death is on the promise.

"We're not going to land, company commander."

Motarian spoke slowly.

"The Fourth Horseman will personally attack Protacos to bring the judgment of death to the ruler."

Vaux took a step forward, he raised his fist to his chest and saluted, while looking at Motarian, the Legion Commander motioned for him to speak,

"I don't mean to offend, my lords."

"Company commander, again, I don't mean to offend, but you're from Terra."

Vaux said.

"If you were born in Barbaros, you know that such fights have existed. Every day when there is no defense, we only attack, because the defense never works, and our only survival is to dominate the enemy. ”

He paused, then corrected his words.

"As long as Lord Motarian is with us and proves to us that we can win, we will survive. Before the arrival of the adults, if you are going to die no matter what, then you better die in the attack, the dream is simple, that is, maybe you can take an enemy with you to hell. ”

"All the Barbaros swear to follow Lord Motarian, for we have known that the intended outcome is death, so it is better to die in the attack."

Barasin was silent.

After a long time, he nodded.

"I see, thank you, Volks."

The hiss under the gas mask rang out, and Motarian smiled with satisfaction, but regained his composure in an instant.

Hints from the mortal crew rang out in Motarian's channel.

Led by the Fourth Knight, the fleet began to slowly break away from the subspace, emerging from Mandeville Point in the Galaspar system.

The plasma drive shone brightly, and the fleet began to enter the established fate.

The countdown to death begins.

Motarian took a deep breath, his breath mask humming.

Then, he turned on the all-channel communication.

"My Death Guard."

He said

"When I first met you, I called you my indestructible blade.

I promised you that justice would follow, and that we would preside over it ourselves.

I swear Doom will follow us to a thousand worlds.

Today, bad luck will befall the first of them.

Humanity suffers in Garaspa. The Order rules the empire, and it is as filthy as his subjects.

Justice demands destruction.

Abandon all thoughts of mercy, for mercy is the plaything of cowards and the lies of tyrants.

Today, the blade will fall on the neck of tyranny. Nothing can stop us from moving. No enemy can stand before us.

Death is the truth that awaits all. We walk with death, and we are one with death.

Now, let doom and justice become one. ”

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