【Maculag? 】

Motarian threw the materials handed by Volks directly on the table with one hand, and the paper materials made a clicking sound.

There was a loud hiss from under Motarian's gas mask, and he subconsciously stroked his hand armor, which was a sign of his master's recent actions.

【…… Looks like my brother Killeman needs to explain to me why only Maculag has a wayfinding sign in subspace. 】

Motarian said, almost word for word, gritting his teeth,

[I hope he really needs help, and not because of some trivial matter, he has erected a glittering tombstone for Maculag that can be seen in subspace at a glance.] 】

He urgently cleaned up the legion of anomalies and gathered supplies roughly, not to save time to go to a place like Maculag.

They should be on a battlefield, not fertile ground.

However, due to the chaos of the star torch and the turbulence of the subspace, under the command of the navigator, the death guard had no choice but to find a shining point in the subspace.

Motarian pressed his gas mask and took a deep breath.

He might have ordered the Death Guard's fleet to rush towards the galactic scar, perhaps that would at least allow him to find the original flashpoint of the story.

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At least, as of now, Robert Killeman will not read the bloodshed and purges behind the hasty departure from this brief communication.

He just knew that the Emperor had really responded to his thoughts—

But the person who sent it was wrong.

Anti-psionic power, Death Guard, Lord of Death, Motarian, has answered your prayers.

At this moment, the sun was shining in Macurag, and the white sunlight shone on the sapphire-like armor, shining brightly.

Killiman stood on the platform of the "Gate of Tita" at the northern entrance to the plaza, dressed in ceremonial armor, the flags of the Ultramarines and Titans fluttering in the wind.

As far as the eye could see, his legions stood majestically in a square paved with limestone and marble from the Karut Mountains, the sun gilding their blue helmets with a blazing gold rim.

Like a blue ocean, the Lord of Macurag spares no effort to show his army, which is a form of respect and a kind of reassurance.

The torch was extinguished, the psionics went crazy, and for a while, rumors spread in the Otlama Empire, and these unstable news spread too quickly, even if Killiman came forward to govern it, it did not achieve good results.

So, Killiman also has his own considerations for this welcome parade, and he needs to make the people of Maculag realize that their country is safe.

Killyman raised his head, the sun shining his golden shorts like pearl white, and Miss Judon stood behind him, and today's lady was dressed in an azure ceremonial dress, with diamonds shining on the hem.

Killyman swallowed without a trace,

[I don't know if this is a good thing or not,]

He muttered quietly, making sure only Yutun and he could hear,

Yutun smiled,

"Two Primitives is always more reassuring than one."

Yutun said,

"Or are you worried about your other brother?"

Killyman paused,

[Motarian's personality is eccentric,]

He just said it, because, even Motarian, most likely, would admit Killiman's words, and even despise them as "abnormal".

[I'm worried that he will think my behavior is a provocation,]

Killiman said,

[He is not a man accustomed to cumbersome etiquette...... I often couldn't understand what he was thinking, he was holding his scythe all the time, as if a monster would jump out of place to attack him at any moment, and he was not interested in everything but defense. 】

"A cautious man who is somewhat extreme,"

Yutun commented,

"It's not a bad thing, when the crisis comes, he's going to react before anyone else."

[I will too.] 】

Killyman said quickly, and then Killyman paused,

[And I'm not too extreme, I'm worried about ......]

The voice of the Lord of Maculag was quiet, and he was worried that Motarion's extremism would have some effect on Maculag that he did not like to see.

Killiman has learned of the recent boom in gas masks at the Maculag Marketplace through his mortal housekeeping, and it seems that his people have some strange rumors about the Death Guard.

Yudon's voice of relief rang out,

"No, it won't,"

She said,

"When he sees Maculag, when he sees this shining pearl under his rule, he will understand your heart, maybe his environment has made him develop a cautious character, but our planet is a peaceful pure land, where any tired soul will be recuperated."

Killeman smiled,

[I heard Hades say that Barbarus's past was indeed difficult, and I was saddened by it. 】

Immediately after, Killiman stopped, and the mortal servants at his hand passed him the command board,

[He's coming.] 】

Killiman whispered, staring at the message on the command board, the Death Guard's request to land pulse.

He granted the request, and the sky of Maculag resounded with the roar of storm birds, casting shadows over the white and mossy battleship, mixed with gunsmoke and a frowning breath.

Now, Killeman thinks his people are prescient.

There was a small commotion in the crowd outside the square, and the vigilante warriors were trying to silence people—

But as the foot stepped out of the deep, gloomy transport, the tumultuous crowd instantly maintained a certain stunned silence, and they obediently shut their mouths, each with their necks hunched back, but their eyes wide open and staring tightly ahead.

They subconsciously tried to retreat, but the way they looked forward with their eyes open made Killiman smile slightly wry,

He scared them. 】

Killiman said softly,

The gray cloak was windless, and the hem still had traces of war-torn bullets.

On the bone-white armor, there are tiny scratches, and in some joints, there are even black and yellow dents, and the moss-green shoulder armor is old and dull, and the six-time ring skeleton looks directly at every soul who is not afraid of death.

A huge scythe grazed the red carpet, and it looked like it had been taken out of a barn that had been dusty for years, greasy with unidentified signs of dark red drying.

The most conspicuous thing was that under the hood, the amber eyes that were shining brightly were now shining with some kind of fierce emotion, like a ball of flame, which made the eyes of the Lord of Death look pale gold.

At a certain moment, a thought suddenly popped into Killiman's mind,

He believes that the chances of Motarian slashing him with a scythe now are by no means zero.

However, Killiman also believes that since the Death Guard has a commander as good as Hades,

Then Hades must have advised Motarian not to cut people at the welcoming ceremony.

Killeman still wants the Death Guard to have a set of normal response standards for normal social etiquette.

On the red carpet that stretched across the platform, Motarian strode up to him, and Robert Killeman took steps with a perfect smile.

All eyes were on the two primordials, and behind Mortarien, the Death Guards began to line silently, just the most ordinary battle formations, and the aura that hung over them made people deliberately ignore them.

The bright sunlight made the red carpet shimmer at the moment, which made Killiman's armor glow with a warm white edge, but for Motarian, the excessive sunlight was like exposing a damp mushroom,

Finally, the two demigods converged in the center of the red carpet.

Killeman still maintains his perfect smile, and if he were a politician now, his smile must have become awkward and professional by the moment.

But at this moment, standing here is Robert Killiman, his smile is warm and warm, just like the surprise smile that has just bent when old friends meet,

[Brother,]

Killiman was the first to speak, and he held out his hand,

He looked in the shadow of the hood, and Motarian's gaze slowly circled the square,

The platform at the Titan's Gate is huge, not to mention that it is only the entrance to the Battle Square, and there are other squares connected to it, each of which is large enough for the Titan Legion allied with the Ultramarines to display on it.

The blue of the sky and the Legion reflected in Motarian's eyes, and in the distance, the flags of the two armies that had been hung spontaneously in those residential areas fluttered,

Killiman's hand stayed in the air awkwardly, and for a moment, the hundreds of thousands of people on such a vast platform fell silent.

Motarian's gas mask hissed quietly.

The Lord of Death chuckled.

Then, as if remembering something funny enough, Motarian laughed, and he held out his hand as he laughed—but not to Killiman.

Motarian took off his hood, his dull white hair as a straw pole exploded, and then Motarian expertly rested his scythe on his shoulder, and with that hand he removed his gas mask, revealing his chapped mouth,

Motarian bent slightly—he was taller than Killiman, and held out his hand toward Killiman,

His eyes were crooked from laughter, but even Killiman could hardly tell if the Lord of Death's laughter at the moment was sarcastic or really out of some kind of goodwill,

[Brother.] 】

Motarian hissed, he smiled,

[Worthy of Macurag. 】

He said, in an indescribably strange tone, wrinkles piling up at the corners of his eyes as he smiled.

Now Killiman couldn't tell whether Motarian was boasting about himself or wishing to slash himself.

Either way, for some reason, Killyman didn't feel good.

Why not Hades?

Killiman thought as the two primordials shook hands, but Motarian across from him thought the same thing.

In addition, Motarian's hands were strong, and Killiman heard the creaking of his own hand armor.

It's not there today.,I'm trying to save a little high with multiple yards.,I'll send more when I save up in the future.,At the same time, try to release it regularly.

All right

(End of chapter)