Chapter 37 35. Picked up a poison gas tank.
Emperor's Dream, single luxury treatment room.
Three months before reconstructive surgery.
.The
originally luxurious and fragrant healing room was now filled with Barbarus's unique poisonous gas.
These poisonous gases were specially sent to collect the poisonous gas from Barbarus, and then the compressed poisonous gas was mixed with the air on the Emperor's Dream according to the proportion, and then discharged into this huge and empty healing room.
The owner of the room, Mortarion, was sitting beside the bed, quietly reading a thick book.
He was not wearing a gas mask, and the concentration of poisonous gases on Barbarus could be called a pleasant air.
Mortarion was wearing simple white casual clothes. The large and comfortable cloth was hanging loosely on his body, revealing the bandages and medical gel underneath.
There was nothing else in the entire room except a bed, a workbench, and a huge bookshelf filled with books.
Mortarion asked that all the bells and whistles be moved out. He really couldn't appreciate the gleaming gold, intricately carved decorations, or the thousands of kinds of silk cloth sewn to praise the achievements of the warriors. carpet.
Waste, complete waste, and a complacent act of showing off one's taste.
Mortarion could not understand these actions of the Empire, but he also accepted the mission given to him by the Emperor.
After he decapitated Nak'rai and passed out, it was the Emperor, his so-called biological father, who saved him and Hades.
When Mortarion woke up, the man with golden light slowly came to him.
He showed Mortarion the scale of the Empire, and he showed Mortarion how much of the human world was now struggling under xenos rule.
He extended an invitation to Mortarion to free those humans who were in dire straits.
He made a promise to Mortarion, giving him a large and powerful space army, and giving him a chance to transform the Barbarus people.
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"Mortarion, my son, join us."
.There
was no doubt that Mortarion promised the Emperor.
The terms he offered were too tempting and the force he displayed was too powerful. Mortarion had no other choice.
Facing the Emperor, no one has any other choice but to surrender.
nobody.
Maybe this man named the Emperor is a good person?
Such childish and absurd ideas filled Mortarion's mind.
Over the past few months, Mortarion had been resting peacefully in the infirmary.
The huge star ring under construction is rotating in the sky above Barbarus.
His Death Guard were brought to these rings, where they would be transformed by the Empire and become Space Marines, the true blades of Mortarion.
Mortarion had seen those Imperial troops called Space Marines, and it was incredible.
A strong body that ordinary people cannot achieve, extraordinary reflexes, superb memory, combat experience that can be passed down from generation to generation, and power armor specially created for war. Such powerful warriors, if they were in Barbarus, they would have given
Mo With seven of Talion's warriors, he could defeat all of Barbarus's aliens within a month.
Mortarion couldn't help but feel excited at the thought that he could lead such an army in the future.
He will lead these powerful warriors to save mankind from the aliens.
"Bang."
The door of the infirmary made a soft sound, interrupting Mortarion's thinking.
Someone was coming.
Maybe it's another scientific researcher who came to check the injuries. Mortarion thought impatiently. He has already recovered. These injuries are not worth spending such a long time to recover. He doesn't want to spend time on recuperation anymore. He wants to Go meet your own troops.
But when the door slowly opened to the right, and a faint golden light shone from there -
the person who came was wearing simple clothes, a minimalist brown linen top, loose but able to show off the slender legs. Trousers, gold threads are thinly embroidered on the edge of the clothes, golden olive leaves lie quietly on the black hair, and the elegance and nobility are clearly visible in every gesture.
——It’s the Emperor.
Mortarion did not move, stubbornly pretending that the people who came in were medical personnel, and continued to pretend that he was studying.
He didn't want to salute.
The emperor walked in and frowned with some displeasure. The originally luxuriously decorated healing room was removed, leaving only the most basic daily necessities. The elegant and gorgeous golden sculptures were removed, and those that praised the achievements of the warriors were removed. The carpets have also been removed, and the various types of furniture that ordinary people like to relax on are gone.
The whole room was even filled with poisonous gas!
The Emperor couldn't help but frown again, as if he was very dissatisfied with Mortarion's arrangement.
But he quickly regained his calm and even benevolent expression. He walked over calmly, ignoring Mortarion's own little awkwardness, and sat directly on the edge of the bed, next to Mortarion.
Mortarion reluctantly raised his head and said,
"Good afternoon, father."
"Good afternoon, Mortarion."
Then the Emperor raised his head and looked around,
"This air is yours. Hobby?"
"Yes, father, I don't like the original atmosphere here."
Mortarion said calmly and confidently.
The emperor nodded slightly and continued to say calmly,
"Child, I hope you You can pay attention to your external image."
When Mortarion took a walk out of the infirmary for the first time, he ignored all the Imperial Guards who saluted him.
Mortarion didn't reply.
"As the leader who will lead the Legion in the future, we must establish a good image for the Human Empire." "
Okay, I will pay attention, father."
The Emperor did not have the patience to continue the topic this time. He waved, An Imperial Guard carrying a tray came in.
The Emperor removed a specially crafted syringe from the tray.
Golden eyes looked at Mortarion,
"Your friend, Hades, is seriously injured and is still being treated." "
And for his transformation surgery, we need some of your blood."
Hardy Hades, his best friend, his right-hand man, Mortarion was very worried about him. In his last memory, Hades was dying and did not look like he could survive. Mortarion did not hesitate to reach out
. With his right hand, he rolled up his sleeve.
The Emperor still maintained that perfect expression, calm yet filled with divinity and kindness. He accurately inserted the needle into the solid skin of the original body, and the blood slowly flowed out.
Mortarion watched his blood flow out bit by bit,
"Are you going to specially cultivate a set of modified organs?"
Mortarion asked. In fact, through his continuous reading of the Empire's books, he knew that in those interstellar During the warrior's transformation surgery, modified organs containing the original body's genes will be implanted.
"Yes, you are very smart, my child."
The emperor's indifferent voice sounded. He lowered his head and stared at the needle silently.
Enough blood has been drawn.
Mortarion couldn't wait to stretch his arm back. Under the powerful recovery ability of the original body, the pinhole healed quickly.
"Will he be okay?"
Mortarion still remembered Hades' ability to explode before death. If it weren't for Hades, he wouldn't have succeeded.
But that ability, what exactly is it? This didn't quite fit with what Mortarion had read about the characteristics of the Untouchables.
The Emperor
raised his head, his golden eyes staring emotionlessly into Mortarion's amber eyes -
Mortarion's expression instantly became blank.
For just a moment, the Emperor withdrew his gaze, and Mortarion seemed as if nothing had happened.
Mortarion watched silently as the Emperor walked out, then lowered his head and began to read.
"Bang"
the door closed.
Small Theater:
The Emperor has a kind smile on his face.
Heart: Hardened, fist hardened.
It's not amnesia, don't worry.
In fact, the Emperor is very fond of Mo, I think it is because Mortarion's position is particularly in line with the Emperor's taste.
Mortarion: Extreme human race + extreme rejection of aliens + materialistic god of war.
Speaking of the materialistic God of War, after Mortarion became a demon, he tried to talk science to a Great Unclean One of Nurgle, leaving him speechless.
(End of chapter)