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Chapter 315 Honor Guard? No! It's the First Aid Team!
Aix.

As a beautiful world that was once surrounded by magnificent forests, mountains and streams, as early as the early days of the plague spreading in the Ultramar star field, it and several surrounding satellites were transformed by the biological sages of the Mechanicum and the pharmacists of the Sisters into hospital planets for treating and isolating the wounded and researching plague antidotes, and they successfully and effectively suppressed the spread of the plague in the initial period of time.

However, such behavior was undoubtedly regarded as a serious provocation by the messengers of the God of Plague. Under the focused attack of the cult legion and the Death Guard, Aix was ultimately unable to escape the fate of falling.

Chaos-worshipping cultists performed blasphemous rituals of corruption on the fallen planet, leaving Ix a demonic world where deadly plagues roam the ground and rivers flow with diseased ichor.

At this moment, the ancient Queen of Glory-class battleship was hovering above the emerald green planet wrapped in plague and evil magic. Around this giant ship, the main fleet of the Indomitable Crusade had already assembled, and the continuous spears of light were bombarding the ground of Aix as intensively as raindrops.

One of the important reasons why the expedition fleet chose to land on this completely corrupted planet was that according to reliable information, the abominable Nurgle Archdemon Ku'gath was now located in Aix, which was protected by the evil magic of Chaos.

Over the past time, this demon has been using a powerful Nurgle artifact to create wave after wave of terrible plague diseases. If it is not expelled back into the warp in time, the war will never end.

Inside the bridge decorated with sacred reliefs, Sicarius, the swordmaster of the Ultramarines Chapter, was looking worriedly at the Primarch beside him, who was facing the holographic imaging platform with a serious look and a hint of anxiety.

The only person who appeared in the holographic image was a burly man wearing dark green power armor and with a waxy white face. That man was Mortarion, Lord of the Death Guard. Shortly after the Glory of Macragge appeared above Aix's head followed by the fleet, the fallen Primarch actually took the initiative to contact his former brother, which was quite rare.

"You are still as annoying as ever. You haven't changed at all since ten thousand years ago. You are always as annoying as ever."

Faced with the greeting from the traitor, Guilliman did not choose to actively interrupt this conversation that should not have happened. All this was just to find out the other party's purpose. Then he just listened to the other party continuing to question in a contemptuous tone.

"Are you planning to rely on the power of those aliens to save the human empire? How is this different from what we did in the beginning?"

Guilliman knew very well that the aliens the other party was referring to were the Alliance of Ashes. If it were not for their intervention, the war might have continued for a long time. He did not expect that this would be the first topic the other party talked about.

"I did not choose the shameful betrayal like you did. Now you have nowhere else to go. If you are willing to surrender, I promise to give you a more decent release."

Upon hearing this, Mortarion laughed. His hoarse voice was like that of an old smoker who was choking on his throat, and it sounded so uncomfortable.

"Such arrogance is indeed your style. Do you think you can save the human empire by yourself?" Guilliman chose to remain silent, and then Mortarion changed the subject.

"Since you trust those aliens so much, let me tell you a secret. I am sure that the alliance you mentioned may have tainted the bloodline of Sanguinius."

Sure enough, when he heard this, Guilliman, who had been silent before, suddenly opened his eyes wide and asked in a suspicious tone. "What does that mean?" The fallen Primarch deliberately kept it a secret.

"If you want to know the truth, then come and see me in person. Be prepared. I will let everyone see your weakness with their own eyes. Also, remember to bring your allies with you. I am very interested in them."

As the words fell, a hoarse laugh soon came from the audio broadcast of the holographic platform. Just when Guilliman wanted to say something else, the other party cut off the communication between the two parties.

Facing the sudden extinction of the holographic light, Guilliman, the Imperial Regent, was obviously stunned. At this moment, a slightly nervous voice came from behind the Primarch. "Father, this is obviously a trap. The traitor obviously hopes to interfere with your decision-making before the war through this information. You must not agree to the other party's proposal."

The person who spoke was Sicarius. As a member of the Honor Guard, this legion champion with superb swordsmanship was extremely concerned about the safety of the Primarch. He was very worried that the traitor would do something impulsive if provoked.

However, after a long time, the Primarch, facing the empty screen, just took a long breath, and then responded to the worried Sicarius in a calm tone with a hint of relaxation.

"We do not know what Mortarion and his demonic accomplices are planning, but that does not mean we can let them do what they want."

The other party looked very calm, which was like a completely different look compared to the original body who used to be full of sorrow in memory. Although this huge empire still often made the other party feel suffocated, compared with the past, there was obviously a different emotion in the other party's eyes now, and it was called hope.
——And all this is because of the existence of Ms. Yuton.

Ever since the Alliance sent him back to the Primarch through unknown means, the guards around him have noticed that he is much more confident than before. However, this is not always a good thing.

"But, do you really intend to meet with the traitor alone? Please forgive me for being frank, but I cannot agree with your behavior."

"Who else but me can be a match for Mortarion? I have my own plans for this matter, and I will end this war as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Sicarius wanted to refute something, but in the end he couldn't say anything. After all, in principle, the other party was right.

As the Emperor's greatest creation, there is usually only one other Primarch who can defeat a Primarch. However, thinking of the tragic results of his past battles with other fallen Primarchs, the Champion could not hide his worry. While thinking, Sicarius silently put his hand on the tool bag on his waist, as if he was considering something.

This unintentional action successfully attracted the attention of the Primarch. At the same time, he noticed that the members of the Honor Guard around him had a set of small devices on them that seemed somewhat incompatible with the style of their armor. Obviously, this did not comply with the personnel equipment regulations of the Space Marine Code.

In Guilliman's impression, his descendants rarely violated the rules of the holy book on their own initiative, and their obsession with the broken book sometimes even reached the point of stubbornness.

"what is that?"

After questioning, the Primarch received a somewhat unexpected answer.

It is a field rescue device produced by the Alliance with advanced nanotechnology. It is said that when Captain Calgar was seriously injured in the tragic battlefield on Alert Star, he relied on this automated surgical device to quickly recover his combat effectiveness.

Influenced by this rumor, the guards including Sicarius have now listed it as a necessity. According to them, even in the worst case scenario, they can always pull the seriously injured Primarch up from the ground.

However, when he heard this and looked at the extremely sincere eyes of his descendants, for some reason the Primarch felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Guilliman couldn't figure it out, was this the kind of unbearable image he had in their minds?
(End of this chapter)