"We need to find him quickly – even if the time in this world doesn't make sense, it still makes sense to try to get to the anchor."

Machado's anxious words rang out, and the heavy protective suit made his words heavy and sticky,

Imperial Regent Machado stood above the ruins of the hospital, slimy and stenching like an egg filled with viscous slurry bursting in the middle of the hospital.

Without hesitation, the old man in the yellow protective suit raised his feet and walked towards the center of the hospital, his hand covered with a scepter with a shell, and the flames were hard to distinguish.

[Is there anything you can do?] We're here to help. 】

Angelon said sullenly, and the original body followed Machado with only a gas mask.

Robert Killiman was not here, and this time he was hit hard, and what was even more difficult for Killiman to accept was that in a way, his dereliction of duty led to the disappearance of the Lord of Death.

After a brief rest, Killiman, who had not fully recovered, returned to government - and it was clear that the Lord of Maculag was about to carry out a drastic overhaul.

For Machado, Killiman's promise is that as long as they find Motarian's location, then the Ultramarines will do whatever it takes to help find the Lord of Death.

Machado coughed, and he scratched the ground with the end of his scepter a few times, and the slime was swept away, revealing the marks underneath—

Some are made of a mixture of blood and vomit, and the seven-pointed altar is painted on the ground.

Makado frowned,

"Teleportation Circle."

The flame of the scepter in Machado's hand suddenly began to ignite, and the golden flame flared, and after a moment of brilliance, the golden light dimmed again.

“……”

Machado was silent for a long time, and then he spoke,

"Here's a death guard, I'll just want a Barbarusian."

Vaux, who followed the old man's side, immediately took a step, and in the area of the ruins of the heavily polluted hospital, the death guards were still dressed in ordinary wartime.

The old man motioned for Vaux to raise his hand, and the wizard trembled and dragged the Death Guard to the very center of the altar, and then Makado reached out and motioned for Vaux to hand him the dagger at his waist.

Vaux handed Machado the dagger, and Makado stood the scepter on the ground, holding the dagger in one hand and holding Vaux's hand with the other.

The dagger flashed cold, and blood spilled from Vaux's hand.

The wound was exposed to the stench, and Angelon watched as the pus-green color quickly crept up the scar, but Vaux breathed calmly, as if it wasn't his wound.

A swift whisper erupted from Machado's mouth, and golden Yaoyan ignited between the two, blood dripping down and quickly evaporating from the flames.

The flames flickered, and Machado stared at the flames, and for a moment, Angron seemed to see a world full of life in the gap between the flames.

The flames grew fiercer, and the sorcerer's words grew faster and faster—

Machado let go suddenly, and Vaux, who had been silent before, fell straight down like a puppet with a lost soul, and Angron stepped forward to hold the death guard steady, he seemed to want to thank Angron, but he couldn't say anything after struggling for a long time,

"He's fine,"

Makado spoke calmly

“…… It's not enough, I need someone closer to Motarian - their destinies must be close enough. ”

Volks' footing regained, he stared at the old man in front of him,

"I know who's suitable for this, please wait a minute."

Karas Typhon.

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Callas Typhon swore it was definitely the worst time he ever got up.

Even after being buried in Daring Do and waking up only twice, Kalas thought that the last conversation with Motarian was bad enough.

He silently followed the minted cub in front of him, the Death Guard named "Pasteur" hurrying to lead him into the transport plane and then to Macurag.

Like last time, I don't know what happened, why I woke him up, I don't know what he had to do.

Standing in the transport plane, listening to the mechanical ticking of the Hades cub next to him, Kalas thought for a moment about whether or not to blow himself up here.

But for some reason, he finally stopped doing so, and turned to observing Pasteur in boredom.

"Hey,"

Kallas said,

"Where are we going?"

Pasteur paused

"Company Commander Volks: Order us to go to Marcurag D3 immediately."

"And then?"

Pasteur shook his head, and Typhon let out a loud, strange voice of displeasure,

"Vaux—" he said in a strange way, "that little cub was the one who followed Hades every day, and he didn't think he had become a company commander." ”

"Please respect Commander Hades and Company Commander Vaux."

Pasteur said, "You are part of the Death Guard, and even if you betray the Death Guard, you should pay attention to the honor of the Death Guard. ”

"I didn't!"

Typhon roared, and the dreadnought engine let out a deafening roar,

"I didn't betray, you don't know at all-"

But in an instant, his tone became witty again.

"Whatever you may say, I've been canned anyway."

Kallas said,

"Listen, little, I don't care about anything else, tell the big boy at Vaux that if he wants me to help—then he should be polite to me, maybe I'll be in a better mood, and then give him a little help."

Pasteur paused, he had never seen anything like this...... Unreasonable people.

The Master Foundry mobilized his few emotional intelligences, and he remembered what Commander Hades had told him that the official level crushed people to death,

Yes, Hades persuaded him to apply to become a master foundry when he was still a technical sergeant, and that's what he said.

Maybe Hades said something else, maybe he didn't mean it that way, but Pasteur only remembered this sentence,

Pasteur spoke,

"This is the order of the Legion Commander, he ordered you to go over, you can't disobey the military order, Karas."

He watched the strange-tempered old intrepid fall silent, and it was only after a half-ring that Callas spoke again,

"Motarian? Does he need my help? ”

Old Daring Daring laughed, and seemed to be coughing violently,

"Now that he's pulled his face down, I have to help him too—this is the time to think of poor Kalas Typhon who sleeps in the dreadnought, instead of a reliable commander?"

Karas's voice instantly cooled,

"I'm curious about what it takes me to play."

As he spoke, he felt the jolt of the transport plane under him, and when he arrived, a crack appeared from the hatch, and a thick stench rushed into the cabin as it opened.

Callas paused without a trace.

He blinked, the blinding white light blurring his vision, and Kalas realized that something was wrong, perhaps because he was not used to the gravity of Makurag, Kalas tried to get out, only to find his engine motionless due to nervousness and fear.

He smelled the smell he knew best.

Karas Typhon had rotted before, and he knew it all the better—

"Motarian?!"

Old Daring Daring shouted violently, and he slammed into Pasteur, who was blocking the hatch, and rushed straight out.

"Motarian ?!!!!"

Damn where did Hades go at this time?!

Callas rushed out, and saw neither Mortarian nor Hades except Vaux and those he knew stranger.

Old Daring Fearless slowly stopped under the crowd of onlookers.

"That's you."

Makado said.

All right!

(End of chapter)