Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 82. The moment of suffocation
Endurance, interrogation room.

just now.
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In the small but empty interrogation room, the bright lights examine everything, the blinding white light, even though it tries so hard, the darkness is still hidden here.

It is not human beings who are exploring knowledge, but knowledge chasing human beings, devouring those who know them.

The primarch sat at the cold interrogation table, chewing on everything.

The sound of heavy breathing, about to suffocate, was intermittent, and the gas mask was working hard.

Mortarion was like a corpse, the hood completely covering his remaining eyes looking out.

Despair and fear are his cage and chains.

Puzzled, feared, feared, feared, he was nailed to the steepest cliff of Barbarus, and the pus eagle was pecking at his flesh and blood.

The Consciousness of the Most High never takes His gaze away, He is the chosen unfortunate, he is the favored blessed.

The owner of the garden loves his toys.

He. He is His no, no no no! !

He is Mortarion, he is the liberator of Barbarus, he is the leader of the Fourteenth Legion, he is he is not those beings. He is not those beings!
He is a human being!
Mortarion clings to his position, he is still here, nothing has happened, he has not been taken away——

Desperation, He loves it.

He blinked.

Mortarion stood where he was, and the dim lights of Endurance slowly reflected the corpse at his feet, rustling, bacteria growing, and viruses carnival.

None of the Space Marines stood firm at their posts, sickness overwhelmed them, and countless growths of decay grew within them.

The swollen body was tightly bound in the power armor, the pus leaked faintly from the gap, and the meaningless twitching, Mortarion didn't know if it was a pathological twitch, or he was struggling to grab hold of it. own destiny?
"Father."

Father!

The tall Primarch was bent over, aching and weak, and the disease was eroding everything about him.

"Father. Kill me, please kill me"

He gently stretched out his hand, took off his power armor glove, and laid his hand as pale as a dry bone gently on his heir's neck.

"Feel sorry."

Death is Mortarion's last mercy.

However, Reaper's authority was stolen.

He never really understood death.

The neck twisted into an abnormal arc, there was no blood, some half-cloudy mucus oozes out, he is not dead, no, he is already a corpse, he is trapped in his corpse.

He struggled to look at him, his hazy white pupils fixed on the Primarch, and a coughing cry came from his throat.

no no!No, don't look at me like that!
Mortarion rose, almost fleeing.

He is a coward, he has abandoned his sons, he has abandoned his warriors, there is nothing he can do.

The endless torment lasted so long, it was eternal.

He gave up, surrendered, knelt down, and gave his heirs a tomorrow.

Mortarion stood there, panting suffocatedly, despair draped a black cloak over him, he was just alive, all hope was lost—

No. No, father, don't kneel. Don't kneel!

Don't kneel, you promised us to liberate everything! ! !

Father, father, father!

Mortarion!

The hot burning sensation came again,

The primarch opened his eyes, blinded by the blinding white light, and Mortarion blinked blankly.

Is this hallucination?Or the future?Or is it reality?

Hades looked at him,

"Are you all right, Mortarion?"

Mortarion ignored him, and the primarch stood up as if sleepwalking, the chair screaming on the ground.

Father, father, father! ! !

Mortarion shook his head, walking blankly towards the door.

Hades hurriedly followed, he touched Mortarion quietly, fortunately, his soul was still white and glaring.

But why did he stand up suddenly, what did he Mortarion just see?
The moment Hades followed Mortarion out, Hades already knew the answer to his doubts.

In the long and narrow corridor connecting the interrogation room, at this moment, there is a sea of ​​white and green.

People, all people.

Kneeling people.

Kneeling Barbarians.

Someone who has glimpsed a corner of the truth.

"Don't kneel."

Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded, echoing in the narrow corridor, causing ripples circle after circle.

But no one paid him any attention.

Countless death guards were dressed in full armor, kneeling on the ground on one knee, breathing silently with bolters, melta weapons, and chainsaw sickles.

When Hades told Mortarion about the existence of those warp, the vision Mortarion saw, the despair he felt... slowly permeated along his connection with the Death Guard.

They saw that "future".

Mortarion and the entire Death Guard, in a way, saw the end of the Legion.

Rotten in this filth.

Some Terra veterans could still restrain themselves and stopped trembling in place, but the Barbarus descendants who had been with Mortarion since the liberation of Barbarus immediately put down their training and ran desperately. come over.

They felt the primarch's desperation.

"Get up, don't kneel!"

Mortarion roared, and the sound exploded in the narrow corridor.

The knees that knelt down did not move an inch.

A Space Marine has a spiritual, inseparable bond with his Primarch.

Especially when a Space Marine respects and loves their Primarch from the bottom of their hearts.

The emotion and state of the Primarch is an existence that every Space Marine can vaguely perceive.

Barasin stood at the end of the corridor like a doorman. Just now, Endurance seemed to have turned into a swamp filled with flesh and blood, with despair and pain spreading in every corner.

But the illusion soon faded, leaving only the indifferent walls of the Endurance.

Barasin was the first to recover from the death guard, and his heart was full of pain and despair that suffocated him.

After realizing what might happen next, Barasin immediately ordered that, except for necessary positions, the rest of the mortal crew should go back to the lounge to guard.

He then contacts hardline veterans to take over the Death Guard's defense.

The Primarch's mood fluctuated greatly, and even some Terrans came, but they didn't kneel down, just stood on the edge, like guarding knights.

The Primarch's yell came, but no one left.

Is this a silent plea, or a desperate cry for help?
Or is it both?
The Primarch turned around in an instant, slammed the door of the interrogation room, walked quickly back to the interrogation table and sat down, covering his eyes in despair.

After seeing the situation in the corridor just now, Hades swallowed silently.

Not only Mortarion, but the legions connected with Mortarion also received the Primarch's vision just now.

He seems to have gotten into a big disaster this time.

But... Hades wondered, he didn't remember being so careless
No, now is not the time to doubt yourself.

"Mortarion?"

Hades asked cautiously,
Mortarion snorted weakly.

He knows why his sons are kneeling, they are begging him, begging him not to kneel.

Ask him to stand up, ask him to lead them.

He...he can't do it.

Just like the weak self who was thrown off the cliff by Nacre.

The feel of the death guard's neck still lingered in his hand.

"Mortarion, I will tell you what I know."

Hades' untimely words sounded, eager and serious,
"The creatures of the subspace are not invincible, they are trapped in the laws of the subspace, and the physical world rejects their existence."

"Compared to beheading in the physical world, they in the subspace are better at bewitching human beings ideologically. As long as you have a firm mind and a rational mind, you will not be easily swayed by the creatures in the subspace."

"Moreover, even subspace creatures that exist in the physical world can destroy their bodies and then banish them back to the subspace."

"We can try to fight them, they are not invincible."

Mortarion didn't move.

"The picture just now. What is that?"

That was Hades swallowed again.

"That's an illusion."

"But if we remain content with the status quo. That's the future."

Is that so?
Mortarion claims to be a materialist, but everything just now... a sudden vision, a sense of despair that surges from madness.
"You already knew?"

Mortarion's sudden question made Hades tremble!
"Yes. I have seen such visions too."

Mortarion glanced at Hades, then lowered his eyes again,

"Then you are still following me, following a legion destined to be devoured?"

This comrade-in-arms who climbed the mountain with him in the end, Hades, if you learned everything on the Emperor Mirage, why didn't you choose to leave?

Hades was silent.

"Because I know that the future is not set and we can still seize the present."

His firm voice sounded.

"Maybe we are destined not to save everything, but at least we can save ourselves."

Mortarion looked up at Hades,

"So you went to the think tank, right?"

Hades stands still,
"Correct."

"There's still something we can do now."

"Before everything happens."

Terra, the royal palace.

just.
.
Countless government affairs rushed over. He sat on his wooden office chair, monitored different data, checked many official documents, and then classified these complicated information streams, packaged them into different information packages, printed his badge, and then send it out.

This is an unimaginable amount of work, but the old man at this moment is doing it very seriously.

however--

"boom!"

On the bookshelf behind him, a doll suddenly exploded.

This abnormal sound suddenly made the old man turn his head, and the cumbersome and complicated information flow was immediately interrupted and blocked here.

The doll, painted solid black, was cracked.

Malcador sighed.

Emperor, my master, my dear friend, are you really not mistaken?

This was the first time he had seen an accident in the legion's running-in period.

The complicated flow of information flowed again, Malcador sighed again, and a special secret order was issued from the palace.

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