At this moment, the Makulag is crowded.

Men and women, old people, children, bustling through the wide streets towards their destination, either a tavern or the port of Maculag.

Motarian saw this scene in his eyes, as if he was thinking, and as if he didn't think about anything at all, he silently wrote down what he saw and observed.

……

Maybe staying here isn't the right thing to do.

Motarian's eyes sank, but he didn't say anything, he naturally leaned against the wall, holding in his hand the crepe-type snacks he had "bought", mortal-sized fruit pancakes in his hands like a biscuit.

【Motarian,】

Killiman's voice came from the communication channel, and with a faint anger in it, Motarian very consciously turned off the communication, waiting for the brother, who was always angry over a trivial matter, to arrive.

He watched indifferently as the crowd of onlookers in the street dispersed with a shout of surprise, followed by the tired blue armor, and Mortarian raised an eyebrow to see his brothers walking towards him.

Unsurprisingly, Killiman kept his standard smile, but Motarian could tell the killing intent in that smile, but the other......

…… Angelon?

Unexpected guys, but Motarian doesn't care.

——————

Killiman took a deep breath, he silently turned his head, glanced at the two beside him, and then took another deep breath, covering his eyes with his own hands.

At this moment, the entire street is closed, and the Ultramarines solemnly patrol the intersection, patiently persuading pedestrians to change their paths.

And all this is for ......

Killiman took another deep breath,

Beside him, two primordials were squatting, Motarian and Angelon half-crouching on the side of the street, eating and talking.

There is no self-consciousness and image of being the original body.

If Killiman had learned some kind of ancient terra proverb, he would have thought by now,

It's hard, the fist is hard.

Killeman took a deep breath, of course he wanted his brother to visit his territory—but not now.

Without any of the majesty of the Primordial, Killiman was ashamed to be on the same street as Motarian.

His brothers were noble and glorious men, like St. Giles, or Fogen, and they were all good primitives who focused on personal image, and the image of the legion, and even Ruth—

No, Ruth can't, Killiman thought, and the wolf might as well rush into the streets of Macurag and tease his people.

Now Motari arranged behind Ruth.

Killiman thought angrily, but because of Anglon's first impression, Killyman automatically thought that it was Mortarian who had brought Angron to death,

Instead of taking the pancake from Mortarian's hand skillfully, Angron, and after looking around, he found that there was no chair the size of the original body, so Angron naturally crouched down.

After Angelon squatted, Motarian also squatted silently.

The two primordials turned their heads to look at Killiman, who was still standing beside them.

Killeman is smiling perfectly, like a sculpture.

The two of them ignored Killiman, and began to concentrate on their own Makurag specialties.

[What do you think of this place, brother?] 】

Angron said that he observed this street crepes that the Lord of Death had personally selected and that the Lord of Maculag had been forced to pay,

It was a simple white flour pancake wrapped in cloud-like whipped cream and interspersed with fresh red and purple berries, which reminded Anglon of Nusraia, where similar berries had been grown in the mountains. For he had seen such fruity embellishments on the tables of the nobles.

Angron smiled, those were over, he looked at the smiling canines that were branded on the pancakes because of the different heat, and took a bite,

Motarian looked at the pancake he had just picked slowly, as if he were anorexic, and he looked at the food with less eagerness than he looked at the bullets of the blaster.

But a long time ago, when he hadn't waited in his office for three days in a row to deliver food, the look in his eyes when he went to kick the door of Hades' office wasn't the same as it is today.

【…… Not good. 】

Motarian said, carefully picking up a mint leaf-like green leaf on the outside of the pancake and eating it, stimulating a slightly sweet taste to bloom in his mouth, and the expression on Motarian's face proved that he didn't like sweets.

Killeman turned his head sideways, and he laughed, brighter than the August sun, and the anger in his eyes,

I beg you to repeat what you just said, Motarian. 】

No, Motarian thought, he had already fought, and it would be no fun to fight again.

【Very good,】

Motarian said,

[In terms of appreciation alone.] 】

He added, then turned his head boredly and decided not to argue with this guy who was always startled in inexplicable ways,

Motarian doesn't understand Killiman's emphasis on personal image, glory, etc., just as Killiman doesn't understand that sometimes, he needs to sacrifice some freedom and prosperity necessary for safety.

He won't understand.

Motarian thought that at least Killyman would have to suffer a little, and he would remind Killiman, but the choice was in the hands of the Lord of Maculag, after all, it was his Maculag.

He stared at some kind of canine creature smiling at him on the pancake, it shouldn't be like this, Motarian should be on the battlefield instead of doing nothing here, he was wasting his life, in an extremely extravagant way.

He should be fighting aliens on the battlefield, he should be at the command table, he should be on the front lines, he could even be in the infirmary, instead of crouching in the streets of Makulag in confusion, wasting his life with two idiots who didn't know what was going on.

…… Even a person like Hades, who is used to being lazy, would not choose to relax at such a moment.

Anglon blinked, the Lord of the Red Sand felt something, he stared at his already empty hand, reminiscing about the smell from Makulag,

Sweet and sour, with just the right amount of scent, makulag is synonymous with freshness and vibrancy, and everything here is vibrant, hopeful and vibrant, but for some, it may be a bit exciting.

【Are you nervous?】 】

Angelon asked abruptly, but he didn't look at Mortarian, even though Mortarian turned his head sharply and the wind blew on Anglon's face.

[Seems that you know everything that is happening now, Angron?] 】

Mortarian's sarcastic voice rang out, and Angelon raised his hand to show that he had no ill intentions,

[I'm also nervous,]

He said

We don't know what's going on, but we can be sure that something bad is happening. 】

Motarian sneered, he was mocking Angelon's nonsense.

Angelon slowed down his words, he could feel every word linger in his mouth, and then get caught in the wind of Maculag,

【Motarian,】

Anglon's tone became serious,

[Now, I feel some kind of ominous feeling, so I want to confirm one thing to you.] 】

He listened to Motarion's breathing stop, and it took a long time for the Lord of Death to whisper a quick and whispered word,

[I would like to answer.] 】

Looks like he may have realized what the Lord of the Red Sand was trying to ask,

Angelon paused for a moment, as if mourning,

[Is he still alive?] 】

Angelon asked,

But it wasn't a declarative sentence that answered him.

[What did you feel too?] 】

Angelon turned his head and saw Motarian staring at him, the pancake in his hand trembling and the sun sparkling on the whipped cream,

Angelon nodded, and Motarian hissed his breath, and now Angelon began to wonder if Mortarian really had some kind of respiratory disease,

He saw the corpse of the pancake in Motarian's hand let out a silent scream, even though the Lord of Death did not move, there was no expression on his face, but the pancake had been pinched and burst, and the slurry inside overflowed.

【Do you still eat it?】 】

Angron asked suddenly, he watched Motarian, who was in a certain emotion, come back to his senses suddenly, and then subconsciously handed the pancake in his hand over,

This proves that Motarian has not recovered yet,

Angelon simply thanked him, and then settled it in one bite, dessert always brought him a good mood, he grinned and smiled.

Angelon got up and patted Motarian,

[I feel that he has succeeded in taking out an enemy of the Empire again,]

Angelon said,

[I was still thinking about going to the award ceremony given to him by the Empire, and I thought that something bad had happened on the way. 】

Motarian slowly stood up, now he was more like a tall and thin straw,

[You don't have to be so hypocritical......]

The Lord of Death said, His voice was hoarse,

[The Death Guard never runs away from its own death, and we do not mourn it. 】

Motarian took a deep breath,

【…… I just hope that we will be able to get on the battlefield as soon as possible. 】

【Here,】

Motarian looked into the distance, and the pure blue of Maculag stacked on his eyes, mixed with the green of Barbarus,

[Staying here and resting is disrespectful to the deceased. 】

Motarian said.

On the other side, Killeman wondered if the third-person pronoun in the mouths of the two primordials was Hades, and what exactly "feeling" was.

Oops tonight's exam, so it's a little late.

I'm trying to be a little faster and more, because here, the Great Rebellion doesn't involve the main story of the main character, and I really can't jump too fast. After a few sentences, I didn't feel too much, but I didn't jump, and I was a little struggling with my production capacity.

The protagonist of the Great Rebellion still has a major event, isn't it just offline to 40k

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