The scythe tore through the flesh, the flames licked the dry bones, and after the gunshot, only ashes remained.

Motarian pulled the grenade and threw it at the wizards who were hiding behind the heavy vehicle trying to chant the spell, and before they could let out those dying wails, he grabbed the chain at the end of the scythe, and threw the huge, heavy weapon directly at the damn heavy vehicle.

After a tooth-aching sound of metal tearing, the Lord of Death ripped off the head of the vehicle, and through the massive wounds, he could see the pilots who had been torn off most of their flesh together.

They weren't dead yet, but fear and hemorrhage had taken them out of combat, and they were moaning in pain, curling up and twitching as they lay on the tight ground of the vehicle, trying to put themselves together.

Blood trickled greasy down the floor, mixed with the oil.

Motarian's bright eyes did not blink, and he resolutely continued to move forward, leaving these tasks to the death guards behind him, and the great essence would be poured on these people and things, and the bright green tongue of fire would lick it, and there would be nothing left here.

The bright green light of the fire flickered on Mortarion's pale and dull armor, and he sniffed the stench of psionic beings in the air, and raised his hand to shoot it, the original Dark Lantern Pistol full of energy was like a small cannon, the dazzling light exploded, and some human flesh splattered out of the collapsed buildings, emitting the smell of fat.

Mortarian marked these locations on the map, leaving them for the troops behind, while he strode forward.

He advanced, towards the target point, and the further he went, the narrower his line of sight became, the already crowded shanty was flattened by the death guards and the enemy's own artillery fire, smoke billowed and flames everywhere, and charred corpses lay across the road like sticks.

The area was too large and shrouded in smoke, and in the smoke, Motarian received a signal from the other Death Guards in the Drop Vault that they had not found Hades - and the Lord of Death headed in a direction they hadn't searched.

The closer you get to the center, the thicker the smoke becomes, but the shantytowns here are almost burned, and the smoke comes from the heavy vehicles that arrive in a hurry, and the people in the vehicles who are smoked like bacon.

There was an ominous smell to it, but Motarian knew he was in the right place.

At first, every two alleys, Motarian would see a blazing heavy vehicle, and the soldiers with him lay unconscious on the side of the tracks, their flesh burned or choked to death—but none of these were fatal wounds, they were dead before that.

Inside, those heavy vehicles are like forest trees in the morning fog, appearing in the fog one by one, as if endless.

Motarian walked slowly and silently through the man-made woods, the flames guiding him like the morning sun.

There are no enemies, and the presence that needs to be shot has long been turned into a wooden stick on the side of the road, and only needs to be kicked away by the original body.

Most of the corpses were dead, from the flames and smoke, or from the crushing of their companions, but some of the corpses were still alive, with only a faint physiological reaction left in the empty shell, coughing from time to time in the smoke.

Motarian knew that without his soul, these remnants of his body would soon die, and there was no need for him to waste his bullets here.

He had more important things to do than that.

Motarian defied his instincts and continued in the direction he least wanted to go.

Finally, he saw the man he was looking for.

A figure crouched silently under a vehicle, flames surrounding him, the wreckage of thousands of silent and exploding vehicles behind him, and in front of him lay a mortal, moaning something.

Motarian recognized it as the soulless man Hades had brought with him during this operation.

Hades sensed that Motarian was coming, but he didn't look up, he seemed to be trying to shove the soulless man's exposed lungs back, causing the soulless man to hiss terribly.

The Soulless Man groaned and shouted "Nina", and stared at Hades with his dying eyes as if pleading, his face sweaty.

Finally, he let out a breathless "please".

"Bang!"

Hades fired a shot on the spot, and now that there was no struggle, Hades stood up and rubbed blood and slime on the scrapped vehicle.

Only then did he turn his head to look at Motarian, who was rarely unhelmeted.

The flames burned silently.

Mortarian kicked aside a corpse at his feet, strode over, and motioned for Hades to join him with the army—

After confirming the terrain data, the Lord of Death chose to break out first.

"I didn't expect you to come so quickly."

Hades said as he maneuvered the tattered mechs around the sea of discarded vehicles he had built.

"I thought you'd waste more time negotiating with Killiman."

[Although he can't detect psionic powers, he can at least sense that I'm in a bad mood.] 】

Motarian said dryly.

Hades smiled,

"Then I'll have to explain what all this is going on with the Legion Commander of the Ultramarines, and I thought you might as well give him a little science first."

Motarian replied indistinctly, and then the communication equipment on Motarion's armor was intact, and the Death Guards who had searched for Hades in the thick fog gradually appeared, and they slowly walked back, occasionally with the sound of gunshots or sickles, and the Death Guards cleaning up the living corpses.

Motarian spoke suddenly, before he could react himself.

[What does that "Nina" mean?] 】

"His sister."

Hades replied nonchalantly, using a brand new communicator to understand the Zero Company that commanded those who were airborne to the critical node, fortunately, as long as they avoided the suicide and martyrdom of those psykers, it was more than enough for the Zero Company to clear these wizards.

Where is she now? 】

The curiosity of the Lord of Death was clearly beyond his usual actions, and Hades, who was walking in front, turned his head sharply and looked at him with a blank expression, and Motarian felt the oppression of the Black Domain.

Then the feeling was gone, and Hades stared at him and spoke slowly,

"I don't know, he was sent by Machado, how do I know about his family."

Hades said as he casually shot the head of a coughing corpse on the side of the road with a white gun.

"But I wrote it down."

Hades spoke suddenly, staring straight at the sky.

Motarian didn't have time to ask Hades what he had written down, because the blue Ultramarines who shouted "Courage and Glory" rushed over, and Hades preferred the blue cubs' tactical questions to Motarian's questions.

All right!

Not anymore today.

(End of chapter)