"Behavior Approved."

In the outer star sector of Otrama, the pale green planet shimmered with a faint light, and above the hazy and somewhat hazy atmosphere, the diamond-blue and bone-white fleet was waiting quietly.

The swarm of battleships flew out of the Fortitude, its tail flame slicing a glowing blue light through the void.

"Into the atmosphere."

White frost rises from the glass of the battleship, and even with the anti-frost coating, these hoarfrost still climb densely.

In the well-sealed cabin, the foul smell sticks in like a pervasive tentacle and the driver's nerves.

High in the sky, Yax's pale green lit up on Makado's bloodless face.

The old man muttered to himself, as if waiting for an opportunity.

"Clearance has been made to the marked area, and permission is requested for bombing."

The sound of buzzing flies came from the channel, and the group of battleships seemed to crash into a vibrant area.

"Approved," Macado began, shaking and turning to look at Callas, who had been silent behind him.

The old man's gaze swept across the scythe behind Daring Do without a trace.

"Ready, it's your turn—can we meet Motarian?"

According to Machado's calculations, the subspace area where Motarian now wanders is not far from Nurgle's territory.

The subspace is a space mixed with concepts, and the authority held by the Lord of Death is similar to that of Nurgle, and the two naturally cannot be too far away if Motarian does not take the initiative to stay away.

And Motarian ......

Makado thought that the bastard boy probably slashed Nurgle and ran away, but he was already on the verge of his limit at that time, so he had to find a place not far from Nurgle's territory to stay.

While Motarian is close to Nurgle, the good news is ...... Motarian himself may not be able to escape, but that doesn't mean he can't be called "human".

Thinking of this, Macado couldn't help but sneer, Motarian was afraid that Hades would not die fast enough.

Hades, who had fallen into a coma of conscious consciousness, could only answer calls to him mechanically at this moment.

He couldn't tell them apart - he couldn't do it before, but he could have learned it slowly.

So the Black Domain, which received Mortarian's call for help, automatically pounced, successfully cutting off Nurgle's tracking of Motarion's fate, and Motarian was even able to "retreat" with part of Nurgle's authority.

Why is it a half, because part of it was cut off and thrown to Hades.

…… Macado took a deep breath.

Although the Black Domain will not have an accident for a while, and will even continue to grow, Hades is not necessarily.

If the Empire, if they still want a "controllable" black domain, then Hades must not be sacrificed.

So they had to wake Motarian out of his current [lethargy] state, so that he could wake himself up and actively stay away from Nurgle's realm.

Then summon the Black Domain to another safe place—though Makado thinks Nurgle is already trying.

And find the Pale Lord in the subspace and awaken him......

Machado narrowed, muttering to himself the scepter on the deck beneath his and Karas' feet.

The golden handwriting lit up.

On how to summon a subspace entity, the Pale Lord.

The first step is to find the soul that has a fateful connection with the Pale Lord, and the stronger the connection, the better.

Machado found Karastiphon, and as if he was afraid that they would not find him, Motarian even gave some of his power to Karastiphon (who had been Nurgle's). ）

The second step is that you'd better have another token, of course, if you don't have it, you can ignore it.

Mistletoe, Macado said that Motarian was pretending to be confused, and he even knew how to put a token!

Third, find an area where the veil is weak, preferably one that has a conceptual connection to the thing you're summoning.

The Death Guard's warship is actually quite suitable, but there are too many anti-psionic means that Motarian and Hades have arranged on it before, which is not a good thing for Machado.

On the Fortitude, the curtain of the physical world and subspace is too thick.

Machado suddenly felt amused, Motarian himself had hated psionics in extreme terms, and had deployed anti-psionic weapons—and the end result was that he himself could not get on his own ship.

This made Maka, who had been tired for many days, feel a little more relieved.

Deserved, the great psyker commented.

And because the time for the Pale Lord to be born was too short, he didn't have time to have an impact in the physical world, that is to say, this [weak] [unlucky] subspace existence does not currently have a qualified physical territory.

It does not matter.

Machado thought of the news that the first round of bombardment had gone well in the channel, and that phosphorus bombs had been dropped, sparkling in the mutilated forest.

"Airdrop airdrop."

The old man said, according to the precise coordinates of the battleship pilot, Macado began to reverse the spatial coordinates of the subspace at this moment.

The golden falcon sculpture on the scepter fluttered its wings, glaring at Kalas in the firelight.

"Seven minutes to go."

Machado said to Callas, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, the curtain here was unstable, and there was also a subspace that was unstable, which made the calculation more difficult.

It has to be precise...... Otherwise they're going to have a day trip to the garden.

Even if the Pale Lord doesn't have a physical realm - it doesn't matter, his subspace coordinates are close to Nurgle's, but in this matter, Machado made a similar decision to Motarian.

White prostitutes.

And without any psychological burden.

Everything was ready, Makado took a deep breath as he looked into the dark corners of the room, where several giants in silver and gray helmets slowly walked out.

Their armor is plastered with a new version of the Whisperer's Prayer from the Burning of the City of Perfection, and within their armor, a special psionic matrix is in operation, giving Machado a warm projection in the subspace.

The halberds in their hands emitted a blinding white light.

Grey Knight.

From the already disbanded Fifteenth Legion, Chiko.

Machado stared at them, once again making sure they were fit to fight.

In the previous landing of the World Eater warship, Macado did not let them come forward, this was the use of his experiments, and several hand-picked thousands of sons - their links to Magnus were almost washed by Machado.

They are not the strongest, but they are the most stable.

As for the other powerful Thousand Sons, Machado continued to watch over them, most of them still sleeping in a stagnant position under the palace of Terra, and some followed him.

But even the Chiko, who Machado personally confirmed to be in the most stable state, still suffered from varying degrees of coma and psionic instability during their previous voyages.

This is also why, when Machado's fleet first arrived in Otrama, Machado did not let them come forward.

…… Something happened to Magnus, absolutely something.

According to the chaotic time algorithm of subspace, the time point is about ...... The time between Hades was sealed and the star torch was extinguished.

Machado sighed.

His heirs, who had occult ties to him, were influenced by him during the voyage, even as Machado tried again and again to weaken the connection between them.

The old man pondered, and he spoke, "Are you in good shape?" ”

The huge silver-helmeted knights in front of the rickety old man knelt down on one knee,

"Always fight for the Empire."

Macado nodded, motioning for them to stand up,

"Then the teleportation begins."

All right!

(End of chapter)