On the blood of steel, the sound of sonorous footsteps was hurried.

The poisonous gas spread unscrupulously throughout the corridor, and the originally metallic gray corridor was shrouded in a faint yellow-green color.

The Lord of Death strode as the dull crumbling cloak hunted behind him, sweeping past him as the Iron Warrior stood at the edge of the corridor.

The sound of hissing breathing sounded from behind the mask, like the gasp of a dying man, and beneath the cloak, the Pale King's eyes were covered with an eerie white.

The entire hallway was in a deathly depression, and the wrath of the Lord of Death grabbed everyone's throats, and they all held their breath as hard as they could, lest they make a sound, and then—

Cause disaster.

Motarian looked like a seriously ill patient, and his walking posture was very strange, like a walking corpse.

The door at the end of the hallway was closed, steel blocking his entry, silently rejecting Motarion.

The Iron Lord did not extend an invitation to his "brother".

Even boarding the ship, it was Mortarian who forcibly "docked" the ship on the dock of steel blood-

Now, there is a crater the size of a cruiser on the dock of Iron Warrior's Iron Blood.

Yellow-black stripes stood on the door, as if mocking Motarion's incompetence.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but the Legion Commander has an order that no one should disturb."

On either side of the door, two Iron Warriors set up their halberds, and the halberds crossed in front of Motarian,

The original body tilted its head, as if a skull had fallen from a bone shelf.

In the shadow of the hood, those eyes, staring at the two poor creatures without any emotion.

Motarian stretched out his scythe and fell silent, and the scythe easily picked up the halberd, and with two clicks, the useless weapons fell to the ground.

Then Motarian grabbed his own scythe in one hand and picked up one of his incense burners in the other, seemingly casually.

He violently ripped the incense burner, the size of his hand, from under the copper chain, and with the hand holding the incense burner, pulled out a glass bottle from the jar and jar that was tied to his armor.

The black unidentified solid filled the entire bottle, and Mortarian used his strength to crush the bottle directly, and the glass slag mixed with the black solid, squeezed it through the diffuse of the incense burner.

Few people know that Motarian is proficient in pharmacy.

Motarian's gaze moved back to the gate.

Motarian's mouth moved slightly under the breathing mask.

Then the original body raised his hand and threw the incense burner directly!

The incense burner pierced the air with a loud bang, smashing directly through the seemingly impregnable gate!

Motarian gripped his scythe and stared straight at the gaping hole in the door.

Through the large hole that had been smashed out, a blue-white flame mixed with phosphide was burning, and hissing poisonous gas was spitting out of the hole.

"Bang!"

Peturabo opened the door angrily, and the poisonous gas, which was hundreds of times stronger than the usual incense burner emitted by Motarian, suddenly poured out of the room!

"What are you doing?!"

The high-pitched voice of the Iron Lord directly blasted through the corridor.

Opposite him, Motarian smiled more ugly than crying, but because he was wearing a breathing mask, Peturabo could only see Motarian squeezing his eyes.

"And what are you doing, Perturabo?"

Motarian hissed, and death questioned,

"That's reasonable, calculated results! Why do you keep clutching at a necessary death entanglement? ”

Perturabo shouted that before that, he and Motarian had already had many arguments in the communication channel, and Motarian, who had been silent and absent-minded, suddenly began to rage when he learned of the casualties of the 106 Ground Commando Team returning.

"The so-called calculation is to bomb indiscriminately in the area where the death guard is located?"

Motarian kept his head down and stared at Perturabo, his eyes unblinking.

"According to the data, there's only one death guard there! And the sensors on his body show that he is dead! ”

Perhaps the death guard named "Hades" had made a deep and special impression on Perturabo before, but what was the matter with Pertulabo?

He is metal, he is steel.

And now, Peturabo is facing his "brother",

"That's a corpse!"

"Don't tell me you care! Motarian, that's a corpse! ”

Not to be outdone, Perturabo stared at Motarian, behold, what a fragile primordial being angry for the sake of an heir.

Perturabo suddenly smiled defiantly, he remembered the taunt that Motarian had used to taunt him, and now, he grasped the sore spot on the other side,

"Lord of Death, is your name self-deprecating?"

"Just care about a casualty so much, can you really command the battle?"

Hearing Perturabo's words, Motarian was stunned, but then an even greater anger welled up from his soul, burning in his emaciated and sickly body.

"I promise to die."

Motarian gritted his teeth and said word by word,

"But not this kind of death."

"No, this one, death!"

Motarian slashed directly at the scythe, and Perturabo, who had expected it, raised his hammer to try to block the heavy blow!

There was a tooth-aching sound of metal scraping, and bright sparks erupted from the spot where the two primals were fighting.

"Watch your actions."

Peturabo continued, looking at Motarian with a smirk,

"In an area that is not a dueling cage, a sudden attack, I think you know what that means."

Between the legions, if there is a will, this kind of hostile attack is quite "political".

Motarian ignored him and struck downward, the scythe's side blade slicing past Perturabo's side, leaving a deep scratch on Perturabo's yellow-black shoulder armor.

Perturabo's eyes sank, but he refused to engage in a senseless battle with this brute from the agrarian world.

He was right, and even if his brothers rushed over to evaluate, he would be the winner in the end.

A bombardment that completely annihilates the enemy's main forces has no price -

Don't insult the corpse to Perturabo, life is the cheapest statistic in war.

In previous wars, there were more or less "death squads" or "bait squads".

Even if everyone in the air strike team was in the area bombed by the planes, Peturabo would only tell them to take shelter, but would still continue to bomb.

Perturabo stared at Motarian, the Lord of Death now like an enraged, trapped beast.

"He's not dead."

Motarian threatened in a low voice, not sure if he was arguing with Perturabo or stating what he thought was a reality.

But Motarian did stop his attack, though Perturabo realized that Motarian's hand holding the scythe was still trembling slightly, as if he was about to give him a scythe at any moment.

Perturabo blinked contemptuously, behold, how fragile and pathetic his so-called "brother" who had become delirious.

The self-proclaimed man of steel Perturabo knew he would never put as much effort into stupid mortals as Motarian did.

Perturabo called up his data at the time and projected it into the air,

"See? Before I could give the order, the Death Guard's health stats had been zeroed. ”

Calm as a straight line of water, without any ups and downs of life.

He saw it with his own eyes. For a moment, Motarian felt like he was standing on the deepest, darkest wasteland of Barbarus.

There was no one but himself.

Hades, Karas, all gone.

In the end, he was left alone, abandoned in the cold universe, a group of tyrants and kings, forced to face war, to face the death of his children.

After he was forced to don the cloak of thorns called "Primordial", no mortal ever tried to understand him again.

Each Primordial is a solitary being, and their transcendence of the crowd makes it difficult for them to find a confidant in life, or someone who understands them, until they are recovered.

And after being recovered, the so-called father promised them "brothers".

"Brother" means people with similar interests and means the same people. means the same kind.

St. Giles and Horus, Magnus and Khan, Fogrem and Ferus, Killiman and Clarks

But it is clear that not all primordials are in this so-called "brother", looking for and filling in their former shortcomings.

Maybe one of the lucky ones found their mortal friends before that, maybe it was Killiman Robert's parents, maybe it was Luther of Ryan El Johnson.

Motarian stares at his "brother", the "brother" he was promised to, but at this moment destroys Motarion's friend.

He should not expect these "brothers", on the contrary, he should be wary of them.

Dead, never to come back, on a remote, cold, distant little planet.

Anger was punctured, a sense of powerlessness enveloped him, and great sadness and despair permeated him.

Mortarian stood here in despair, thinking about whether to give Perturabo another scythe, everything was to no avail, everything was pale and ridiculous—

A brief message is displayed in the screen projected by Perturabo,

[My lord, the raider's Dantiok has woken up, his vital signs are stable, and the rest of the people are still asleep, not in danger of life. 】

Motarian blinked, and on the Death Guard's ship, the raiding warriors were still unconscious, but the Death Guard's apothecary told Motarian that the men were not life-threatening.

This means that they have no direct witnesses to the battle.

"Call him over."

Motarian spoke directly, this is not a request, this is an order.

Perturabo looked at Motarian coldly, but he also gave the order to call Dantioc to come, but Peturabo did not do this with good intentions, but wanted to prove that there was no problem with his command.

He asked Dantioc to stand in front of Motarian and clearly state the objective fact that Hades was dead.

Perturabo, on his own, would have stopped Motarian's scythe for Dantioc as his reward for the trident.

But. Dantiok's answer surprised everyone.

Dantiok stood straight in front of the two primitives, who had just come out of the infirmary wearing only the simplest of improvised combat suits.

Dantyok tried to keep himself as expressionless as he could, but he looked at the pale flames that were burning in front of him, and the poisonous gases that were bubbling out of him. The two primordials paid no attention to this, and Perturabo and Motarian stared at Dantioc as if he would be crushed to pieces if he said the wrong thing.

This situation is difficult to make Danteok. Don't be confused.

His legionnaire, Perturabo, stared at Dantioc and spoke slowly.

"Did you keep an eye out for a death guard named Hades during this battle? ”

Dantiok's heart trembled, and Hades's words seemed to still echo in his ears,

"Yes, my lord, I have taken care of him."

Dantiok felt the atmosphere between the two primordials become more tense because of his words,

"Now, report to me the whole battle, the whole process."

"And what the death guard did."

Dantiok swallowed, he straightened it out in his head, but it seemed. The memories behind are blurred?

But Dantiok knew that Perturabo was not a kindly waiting for him, so he spoke, deciding to reason with him.

A rigorous, emotionless voice echoed through the hallway.

Danteok felt that the commander of the Fourteenth Legion was irritated, but still let Danteok continue his words,

"After analyzing and contrasting, Hades chose to attack and consulted with me."

Before Dantioc could finish speaking, Motarian burst out into a loud breath, like a tuberculosis patient struggling loudly to breathe air before he died.

Perturabo glanced at Motarian, who was still motionless steel on the surface,

"Go on."

Dantiok swallowed another mouthful of saliva and continued.

But compared to just now, Perturabo felt a little more sorry for the dead death guard.

Such a smart space marine, he can even understand Perturabo's strategy, this kind of person, is no longer common.

Perturabo also enjoyed the sound of Motarian's breathing as if he was dying, but in Perturabo's mind, he probably really wished that Motarian was actually dying, just as he had revealed.

"And then."

Dantiok paused in a rare moment, his expression confused.

Perturabo's unangry voice rang out, and it was clear that Dantiok was about to talk about that part, the part that would decide whether he won or not.

"Go on."

Dantiok hesitated, the memory was like a distorted and blurry fragment, large sections of white and black covering the memory,

Roaring, pure blurred black patches.

"I forgot?"

Dantiok muttered something quietly and incredulously, but he immediately reported it in a formal manner.

"My memory is damaged, sir."

"Except for a few images that are suppressed to the point of pure black, my memory ends here,"

The two legion commanders opposite Dantiok were stunned.

"What do you mean by that?"

Peturabo roared,

And Motarian, who had just died, opened his eyes wide. It was a symbol of the massive exposure to Hades' Black Domain.

He. But. Why did Hades use the Black Domain against allies and he was there now?

But this offers Motarian a hint of the ridiculous possibility.

Can Blackfield save Hades from the bombardment of the Iron Warriors? But if possible. In the search of the ground. Why didn't they find anything but the wreckage of what appeared to be Hades' helmet?

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