Chapter 276 268. Mortarion thinks Guilliman is very powerful
, but things are beyond Hades’ imagination.
But to some extent Hades seemed to have anticipated this situation.
They rode the Stormbird through the clouds and landed at the temporary airport in the main city, where a small group of Ultramarines were waiting for them, ready to lead the way and avoid conflicts with civilians.
Above the clouds, the Death Guard's Stormbird troops were hovering nervously, waiting for orders.
At least Guilliman allowed the necessary air forces.
And above the atmosphere, somewhere Guilliman didn't need to know, the Death Guard's drop pods were ready.
Hades silently glanced at these blue-armored warriors, and decisively chose the black domain invisibility. Although this method is not so effective against those without psychic potential, it is still effective against the huge attention attractor [Mortarion]. 】Besides, he can still be silent.
"Very well," Mortarion looked at the blue ultramarines, "lead the way."
The Death Guards said nothing and marched in silence.
According to Mortarion's request, the Ultramarines will first take them to the Royal Palace, where there is a smashed altar and the Queen who is waiting for them.
They passed through an industrial area full of low-rise buildings. People were surprised to greet the Ultramarines and worship them. However, after seeing the Death Guards, their eyes dodged and they hid in those old buildings in fear.
The Death Guard continued to say nothing while the Ultramarines tried to comfort the frightened people.
Mortarion narrowed his eyes and stared at the narrow windows. The uneasy shadows of people swayed on the walls.
They passed through the square, where the Ultramarines were stationed. There were many people, and children were running around from time to time. The humble and glorious Ultramarines were naturally welcomed by the indigenous people. Mortarion could even see the Imperial Historian. Taking photos of an Ultramarine and an Aboriginal girl.
Mortarion frowned, but remained silent.
Everything here made him feel a little dislocated, a little uneasy, and anxious, but the Lord of Death did not see the things he was familiar with and smelled the smell of witchcraft.
Finally, they arrived at the tallest building on the home court, the Royal Palace.
The Queen was waiting for them in the square in front of the palace's main entrance.
It was an old man with snow-white hair and a wrinkled face. He was wearing a dark robe decorated with gold filigree. The edges of the robe were obviously frayed, and it had obviously been worn for a long time.
Her eyes were deep blue, revealing an extraordinary sense of serenity and calmness. After seeing Mortarion, she did not show fear or surprise like ordinary people, she was just deeply She glanced at Mortarion and buried her body deeply,
"Good day, my lords."
The queen said respectfully and calmly,
"Good day, Ms. Circe."
The leading ultramarine Gage, Acting as a bridge to introduce the two parties, he talked to Ms. Circe politely and enthusiastically.
Mortarion listened to their every word, but there was no tone-deafness about the sorceress, who spoke cautiously and with restraint of respect and a hint of concern for her people.
Naturally, the Ultramarines patiently persuaded the rickety queen that the Empire would not commit unprovoked atrocities. As long as Absdu surrendered and believed in the truth of the Empire, they would not be punished.
Mortarion didn't want to hear nonsense, but he was also waiting, so the Lord of Death rarely maintained restrained patience, listening to the necessary nonsense while sizing up the palace.
This palace was built of dark limestone, with exquisite materials and exquisite carvings. However, due to the corrosion of acid rain, the characters, birds and beasts carved on it have turned into a hideous thing.
Every certain distance, a towering spire would protrude from the palace. Those pointed figures reminded Mortarion of the treetops where pustular vultures would stay.
They were still talking, and Mortarion narrowed his eyes. He looked at the nine small towers surrounding a large tower, and the nine large towers surrounding the main building. The numbers whispered in Mortarion's ears, and Mortarion gradually realized Something was wrong, the Lord of Death fell into deep thought.
But no, no, this structure is asymmetrical, it destroys the symmetrical beauty of numbers. Mortarion thought, it should be symmetrical, that is logical - "My lord?" Gage's voice suddenly
sounded
. The sound interrupted Mortarion's thoughts. Mortarion frowned in displeasure, but in the end he said nothing and motioned for Gage to take them inside.
But at the moment the Ultramarines turned back, the Queen looked past the Ultramarines among them and looked deeply at Mortarion.
The Lord of Death naturally responded to her, with his gloomy eyes that could kill.
The damn wizard is definitely a scammer.
Mortarion gritted his teeth and thought, but the problem was that he had no way to explain it. Even Hades advised him not to be obsessed with numerology anymore, and he did not believe that Guilliman could understand his numerology.
Mortarion tightened his grip on his scythe again, and the private channel rang with a squeaking sound. He darkened his eyes, hoping that Hades could find something.
Led by the queen, they entered the altar in the center of the circular palace, which was also the main building surrounded by a nine-story tower.
Mortarion did not allow the Queen to enter the chamber and had several Deathshrouds watch over her, knowing better than to leave a psyker with an altar, even an abandoned one.
This is a quite symmetrical hall. Craftsmen applied geometry to give it a dazzling visual effect. Everything here seems to be dynamic and constantly changing.
Silver runes filled the room, and Mortarion was keenly aware that these were the symbols on the queen's robes.
It's a pretty, pretty, pretty ominous place.
Even though the place had been destroyed, blue paint was sprinkled heavily on the runes, covering the lines and patterns, and the necessary sacrificial gifts were smashed, leaving only scum on the ground.
This place can no longer be used.
But Mortarion could still smell the psychic stench in the air, passing through his gas mask and lingering faintly on the tip of his nose.
Influenced by the Gene Father, the guards behind Mortarion secretly held the switch of the flame launcher.
"Lord Mortarion, it was here that our primarch father read out the Imperial Truth and accepted Absdu's peace proposal."
Gage said proudly, "After reading the Imperial Truth, the Queen of Absdu So he ordered the destruction of this place."
Mortarion glanced at Gage, and what pleased the Lord of Death was that the altar here showed no signs of recent use, and the smell was not strong enough, which at least meant that these blind men Not plotted by the enemy.
Robert Guilliman, who was at an altar, reading the Imperial Truth to a psyker.
Ha ha.
"Yeah, that's great."
Mortarion muttered something quietly, and then the Lord of Death, maintaining a cautious posture, cautiously exited the hall.
Then, he saw Hades who was talking to the queen.
Great!
Good news, the paint wash saved my life.
Bad news, I spilled the wash paint.
Damn it! ! ! That's all money! ! !
(End of chapter)