116. Garaspa (Part 1)
The Fourth Knight of the Death Guard, now.
The dazzling white light on the screen outlined a pale edge on Mortarion's armor. The entire command room was as dark as night, and the green and red lights of the indicator flashed from time to time.
The poisonous gas from Barbarus quietly settled at Mortarion's feet, and then slowly spread outward.
Through the breathing mask, the primarch's quiet scream sounded.
Mortarion stared at the screen in front of him. The planet that was dirty with the hive city's sewage was slowly rotating.
fear.
He smelled the fear of the oppressed.
Tyranny turns people into the property of their rulers, who cease to be human beings and become mere straw to be harvested.
The torture of tyranny tortures mankind with fear and crushes the human mind and spirit with nightmarish power.
Also like Barbarus.
He had also been trapped in the nightmare called fear, and wasted his days in a state of confusion under the torture of his adoptive father.
But not anymore.
Mortarion stared at the screen like a corpse, his yellow amber eyes unblinking.
He will bring justice, He will end fear.
This order formed by layers of planetary defense systems will be ended by the Death Guard.
As he looked and pondered day after day, Mortarion saw the outlines of his strategy—
he needed a killing blow.
Grasp the enemy's throat, and then strangle him tightly.
In the previous investigation, each level in this order must obey the command of the higher level. If the order is not issued, there will be no next step.
Once the supreme ruler is beheaded, order will immediately fall apart.
The extreme autocratic rule of the Knights also means that their rulers will be bound to the throne.
Then it was obvious where they were going.
The Death Guard will attack Protarchus, the central hive of Galaspa.
Mortarion narrowed his eyes and struck quickly, decapitating the enemy before his bloated nerves could transmit the distress signal to his fat limbs.
If the enemy reacts, it will be the end of the Death Guard.
But he never runs away.
Mortarion closed his eyes, counting the time silently in his heart, while suppressing the fear that overflowed bit by bit.
A slight uneasiness was also growing, and until the eve of the Death Guard's attack, no news from Hades came.
The greatest probability is still that the astrological communication is lost due to subspace fluctuations and the navigation is blocked. Hades may return to the team after they complete this battle.
But in front of the entire legion, Mortarion chose to launch the attack first, hiding matters related to Hades in a deep corner.
The blade has been sharpened, death will not be late.
Tyranny must be uprooted.
They will bring liberation.
Barazin and Vox stood beside Mortarion, waiting quietly.
But Mortarion heard Barazin's uneasiness.
The primarch opened his eyes and looked at Barasin.
Barasin hesitated. He saw that the legion commander wanted him to speak and express his concerns.
"Sir, this will mean that the landing army will be isolated and helpless, and at the same time suffer from troops ten thousand times larger than ours."
Barasin has checked the army commander's layout many times. This is a crazy tactic. In short - —There
is no room for defense.
There is no possibility of retreat.
This was not a tactic Barasin had ever seen adopted by any legion.
If they fail, if they fail to control the enemy's supreme ruler as soon as possible, the Death Guard, surrounded by layers of galaxy defenses, will usher in the end.
The entire attacking corps will be wiped out alone and without support.
This is unbelievable.
Mortarion vetoed the Empire's proposal to blockade and shelve this civilization. He claimed that he would give this civilization a trial with only the strength of the Death Guard.
Prior to this, the Imperial Army Department's assessment of this civilization required at least three legions of troops and a large amount of logistical support to ensure that the Empire would win in a war of attrition against this civilization.
But Mortarion objected.
There is no need for a war of attrition. Just make a desperate move and take the wrong side of the sword. Death will come as promised.
"We will not land, Captain."
Mortarion said slowly.
"The fourth knight will personally attack Protarkos and bring death judgment to the ruler."
Vox took a step forward. He raised his fist in front of his chest and saluted. At the same time, he looked at Mortarion. The legion commander motioned for him to speak.
"No offense, my lords."
"Captain, again, no offense, but you are a Terran,"
Vox said.
"If you were born in Barbarus, you would know that such battles did exist. Every day when there is no defense, we only attack, because the defense never takes effect, the only way we know to survive is to defeat the enemy before the opportunity arises."
He paused, then corrected himself.
"As long as Lord Mortarion stays with us and proves to us that we can win, we will survive. Until Lord Mortarion comes, if you are going to die no matter what, you'd better die in the attack. The dream is simple. Maybe we can take an enemy with us to hell."
"All Barbarusians swear to follow Lord Mortarion to the death, because we already know that the predetermined outcome is death, so it is better to die in the attack."
Barasin was silent.
After a long moment, he nodded.
"I understand, thank you, Vox."
There was a hissing under the gas mask, and Mortarion smiled with satisfaction, but regained his composure in an instant.
Alerts from the mortal crew rang out over Mortarion's channel.
Led by the Fourth Knight, the fleet began to slowly leave the subspace and appeared from the Mandeville Point in the Garaspa System.
The plasma drives flashed and the fleet began to move into its destiny.
The countdown to death begins.
Mortarion took a deep breath, his breathing mask humming.
Then, he opened all channels of communication.
"My Death Guard,"
he said,
"When I first met you, I called you my unbreakable blade.
I promised you that justice would follow, delivered by us personally.
I swear misfortune will follow us to hundreds of worlds.
Today, misfortune will befall the first of them.
Humanity suffered at Galaspa. The Knights rule the empire as filthy as its subjects.
Justice demands destruction.
Abandon all thoughts of mercy, for mercy is the plaything of cowards and the lie of tyrants.
Today, the blade will fall on the neck of tyranny. Nothing can stop us. No enemy can stand before us.
Death is the truth that awaits all. We walk with death, we are one with death.
Now, let doom and justice become one. "
Remember to read the author's words.
This article is not v.
Reason:
It is not well written.
The original text "The Pale King" was quoted and changed.
(Sourced from the column of station b, I am really grateful to the translator, thank you very much...)
Among them , Vox's words are the words of Cara Styphon in the original text.
Mortarion's last speech is directly from the original text. (Because it is so handsome, I really don't know how to write it myself) I'm
sorry again.
Book friends should read the book and please don't publicize it.
Extra night Send, don’t wait
(end of chapter)