The smell of death is hanging over the place.

Wearing a heavy gas mask, Machado stood in front of a pile of burning ashes, countless corpses whose throats had been cut turned to ashes under the glowing green phosphorus fire.

The old man's gas mask reflected the drawing of hell in front of him in the dark eyepieces.

Poisonous flames erupted, a suffocating mist rising from the corpse's flames, and countless aliens and human traitors who had been poisoned with muted vocal organs were silently slitted by the death guards before being pushed into the seven fires that burned in the hall.

Dreadnought Kalas was holding Mortarion's scythe mistletoe and standing in a circle of seven fires, dreadnought with seven xenomorphs of different races bound in front of him.

People waited silently.

Finally, as if sensing something, a strange light flashed across Makado's eyepiece, and the old man lowered his scepter, the golden flames on the scepter stained a layer of turbidity.

Makado placed the head of the scepter into the phosphorus fire in front of him where the corpse was burning.

Seven seconds later, Machado jerked up his scepter and chanted an ancient incantation, and the green flames rose and burned violently, billowing smoke and dust spewing out of it.

Like a sorcerer's sacrifice, Machado, whose whole body began to twitch because of the spell, shouted,

"It's !! now"

Dreadnought, who was silent in the center of the altar, raised the mistletoe, the scythe sharpened, the blood splattered, and died, died, and died again, and the Lord who called them seven.

In the firelight, twisted moth shadows writhed across the walls of the Fortitude, and the monsters of the subspace were summoned to reveal their true forms from the physical world.

A ho-ho-dying sound sounded in the silence.

+…… Damn it. +

The drowning curse of the Pale Lord rang out weakly, and Motarian, who was prostrate on the ground, slowly stood up, his hanging wings beginning to close again as he stood,

But Machado saw the pierced wound in Motarian's outstretched wings, the Pale Lord's armor shattered, revealing hideous flesh, swollen, oily wounds that overflowed with black, viscous venom.

Motarian gasped loudly and closed his wings, the wound now completely hidden beneath them.

Motarian took a deep breath, white mist erupting from under his gas mask, and standing in the midst of a poisonous mist, the Pale Lord stood relaxed, as if he liked the environment very much.

Machado, wearing a heavy gas mask, walked over with a scepter in his hand

"You're banished?"

The old man unceremoniously pointed out,

Under the hood, Motarian, who was already fully seated in the physical world, looked at Machado dissatisfiedly, but after seven breaths, Motarian spoke,

[I volunteered to be banished.] 】

Protozoa says,

[He is fighting with me for authority...... I can't fight against Him, unless ......]

"Impossible"

Makado said calmly,

"Don't think about summoning the Deceased, your psionic abilities are too conspicuous for the Deceased, and perhaps others can think of him by chance - but you can't,"

"Unless one day the empire doesn't need him at all, you can find a random place to die, and at that time, you can summon him however you want."

Under the gas mask, there was a muffled cough, and Motarian frowned,

"Shortcuts are always tempting, but you have to be clear about the price you have to pay for taking shortcuts – Magnus is a prime example."

As always, Motarian did not heed Macardo's preaching,

[Have you become weak, Machado? 】

Motarian frowned, "I don't think summoning me will waste too much of your psionic energy. 】

Macado coughed and shook his head,

"There is no time in subspace - the future can affect the present, and I am getting closer to my anchor point, which is inevitable."

"What will be done, at least I know what I'm doing, Motarian."

Under the mask, Machado's eyes were sharp,

"You should also know what you have to do."

【…… I know. 】

Motarian said sullenly, but the old man slumped and went around Motarian's back,

"You're still in too much of a hurry."

The old man calmly pointed this out,

"Then let's see if your urgency is worth the price you're paying."

Motarian was silent for a moment, then spoke again,

【Horus,】

He said, "Horus has betrayed, I fought him, and he is slightly stronger than I am - but it is hard to say after that, after seeing the Khan, he seems to be more willing to accept the power of Chaos. 】

"Predictable."

Macardo said, "Go ahead. ”

[Alpha, two alphas, I can't tell which of them is the original body, but they both fell, one fell into the pool of blood, and the other ...... It replaced me. 】

Now Machado was silent, and the old man was silent for a long time, as if in thought,

Eventually, Macado sighed,

"Alpha was raised by me"

He said, "I misled him. ”

Motarian's gaze glanced at Macado without a trace,

[Is there a part about fate and secrecy?] 】

Machado nodded heavily, "He misunderstood. ”

[It doesn't matter,] Motarian said, "No matter what, Alpha's adoptive father is better than mine, I only know that the next time we meet, I will bring death to him." 】

Machado nodded,

[And Fugen and Magnus,]

Motarian continued, "Horus mentioned them when he lured the Khan, and it sounds like they betrayed too. 】

"Has the Khan betrayed?"

Makado asked suddenly,

[No,]

Mortarian replied, "I felt the same aura in him. 】

Makado paused, and then the old man laughed successfully,

"Hate the Empire, but hate Chaos even more?"

[Yes.] 】

Motarian said nonchalantly,

At least he is loyal. 】

"Okay," Makado nodded, "Khan is clear...... That's a good thing—"

"—where's Corax?"

Motarian replied with a pause,

[He ......]

Motarian said slowly, "I threw him towards the White Scarred ship at the moment of his final expulsion - but my realm was abruptly cut off, and I was fighting him with all my might, and I don't know exactly where in the physical world he was back in. 】

Macardo was silent for a moment, then said dryly,

"Okay, so we lost Corax in this battle, how about his legion?"

[Scattered by Horus's fleet, a third remains.] 】

Macado shook his head,

"The ships guarded by the ravens will be merged into the White Scar, and we can stop thinking about the raven guards in the future."

As if startled by Machado's answer, Motarian lowered his head and looked at Makado in disbelief,

[Raven Guardian didn't matter in your original plan?] 】

The Pale Lord asked,

"No," said Machado, "the Empire is just ready to lose at any moment, to sacrifice any legion, to any primordial, to any man. ”

"Is there any other news?"

Makado said, the old man was silent for a moment, remembering the emperor's last entrustment,

"Like a mechanical alien, Motarian, have you encountered a similar being?"

Motarian looked at Machado in surprise,

[I did encounter a completely soulless mechanical sage - I'm not sure, I was going to teleport back and talk to him.] 】

But the plan failed, and Motarian was forced to choose exile.

[He also ......]

Motarian froze for a moment, as if he had just realized something,

[He was swept away with one of my clans in his arms, but I can't feel my clans now.] 】

He couldn't feel his power at all, each small Death Guard was an extension of the Pale Force, but now, Mortarian couldn't feel it at all,

[What's that?! 】

Motarian shouted angrily.

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"One, trumpet's proportions slightly changed Death Guard."

After a brief recuperation with the Khan, he returned to his private room at the Retreat, where he poked with interest at the little Death Guard in his hand, who was struggling desperately.

The little Death Guard let out a slight shrill cry that sounded like a warcry out of tune, and it pulled its trumpet dagger from its waist and tried to poke Tarasin,

Tarasim thought it was fun,

"I've isolated the subspace, and it's useless to call it whatever you want."

Tarasin let out a mechanical laugh as he lifted his robes and tucked the little Grimguard into the shadow of his robe, the voice of the little Grimguard was gone, and the stagnant stance in his robe silenced it.

Escaped for the time being.

It occurred to Taracin that at least he didn't have to face Motarian, who was more difficult than he had imagined, and it seemed that he had to prepare again.

Unfortunately, he didn't get the original dagger, and the dagger disappeared with Corax.

…… Korax, Tarasin's thoughts dimmed for a moment.

Hopefully he's okay, the Space Overlord thought that he could now use other shells to find Corax, and maybe Corax would need his help.

The physical location corresponding to the last subspace coordinates of the Raven Lord is in-

The green light on Tarassin's face flickered, and his eyeliner buried all over the galaxy was moving at the same time, searching for the Primordial he hoped to find for the Space Overlord,

- In the vicinity of the Emperor's Son's Ship Group?!

No, yes!

(End of chapter)