Chapter 84 78. Holding weapons and heading towards death
"Pain is an illusion of the senses, fear is an illusion of the soul, and in addition, only death is waiting for all people like a silent judge." - Mortarion.
In the dim corridor, silence is walking.
It shuttles, it lowers its eyes, it looks at each soul, it brushes over each sculpture.
No one spoke, no one spoke, no one acted.
The heavy armor hit the ground, like a fallen soul, begging for the hand of the superior.
Despair, panic, pleading, shouting, but nothing works.
They cannot raise their weapons, they cannot send out their roars to the enemy, the absurd future has arrived, what else can they do except rot, except bow their heads?
The poisonous mist that lingers all year round envelopes the Barbarus people, and the lords on the mountaintop play with all the slaves.
Eternal pestilence gnaws at the Barbarians, and the Supreme Father dotes on all toys.
He descended from the poisonous fog-shrouded mountains, angry and destitute.
He left the plague-filled corpses, fearful and alone.
"Stand up!"
he raised a flag calling for resistance.
"I'm tired."
He gave up the hope he was holding on to.
He led the Barbarians to overthrow all injustice and injustice!
He took the Barbarus with him and fell into the arms of chaos and love.
Father, Father, Father, if even you surrender, then where should we go?
Who will take in us skinny farmers?
We are covered in mud, we are filthy.
Who else will truly leave our place in their hearts?
We are afraid and cowardly, we are willing to be slaves.
Please don't abandon us, please don't abandon us!
Father, if you insist on falling, please take us with you.
Please take us with you. This is the last thing we can do for you.
They looked up and their father was looking at them.
The deep corridor extends infinitely into the distance, swallowing everything and gradually disappearing into darkness.
"My son,"
the tall figure of the original body stood here, the hood covering his eyes was taken off, he looked at everyone, exhausted, but still standing.
Mortarion took a deep breath. When the respirator beeped seven times, he reached out, lowered his head, and took off his disguise.
The dry cracks covered the corners of Mortarion's mouth, a reward for the poisonous gas he breathed.
He said,
"I once had nothing,"
we once had nothing,
"I had nothing, I looked at the world with empty hands, fear and expectation."
We also looked forward to this world,
"In the beginning, Barbarus's world did not Not good."
In the beginning, Barbarus was our cage,
"But I met you."
But we met you,
"The child who looked at me curiously, the old woman who closed her eyes to avoid me, reached out to me. The same kind of warriors who follow me closely."
The Pale King walked down from the mountain, his eyes filled with angry fire,
"We have never surrendered, but before we can change everything, we can only endure in silence. The pain inflicted on us."
Mortarion looked at his heirs. He lowered his eyes and looked down from a high place.
"The outside world is not beautiful, and we are not beautiful either. We are dirty, and we are busy all day long." "
But resist. The fire is still buried in everyone's heart."
"I am very happy that you have given me such a gift, a heart of resistance."
We can't give you anything except a crown made of weeds and thorns on the edge of the field.
"Meeting you also made me know that I was born for humans." "
I was born for resistance."
He paused, and the tall body of the original body knelt down and looked at him seriously. The heir is like a father who carefully comforts his children.
The Death Guard at the front was the child of Mount Diderot, Carewyn. Mortarion remembered him as he once stood in front of his brother's tomb, silently holding the scythe in his hand.
These people who swore to follow him to the death, these people who had nothing but still gave Mortarion his last bit of food, how could he not be moved by this.
They commit themselves to Him.
He will extend His mercy to them.
You will not fall into the long dark night, I swear.
Even if the end result is fire.
Mortarion blinked slowly,
"We have all seen it, we have seen the rot in the name of the future." "
Plague, the endless reincarnation tortures each of us."
"You saw me kneeling. I surrendered."
Mortarion sighed softly and said hoarsely,
"Yes, in that lightless future, I kneeled down."
"I betrayed our original oath, and I lived up to it. I have broken your trust in me."
The original body's words were like a feeble breeze, blowing through everyone's ears, but shaking the body of the toughest warrior.
"I will not argue with this."
"But please give me a chance to make a request."
They knelt, they stood, and they accepted silently.
Mortarion's piercing amber eyes stared at them,
"If I betray you, if I surrender, each of you is responsible for killing me."
[If I am also corrupted, please kill me. . ]
"Please grant me the mercy of death."
! ! !
Suffocated, completely suffocated, even the most rustling breathing has stopped.
Hades stood behind Mortarion, his eyes narrowed, looking at the original body half-kneeling on the ground in disbelief.
Mortarion raised his head and stared at the veterans who stood silently at the end of the corridor, but were stunned to the point of being stunned.
Defense, anger, resistance, these are the roars they send out through their souls when Mortarion falls into fantasy.
Although they are not like the Barbarus who swore to follow them to the death, they also have a more lonely tenacity.
"Please protect the purity of the Legion."
Mortarion stared at the warriors who were still standing and spoke these words slowly.
Then the Primarch stood.
"Please stand up, my warriors."
"Only by standing up can we hold on to our war scythes."
"Only by standing up can we control our destiny."
The sonorous metal collision continued, like The surging ocean surged in the long and narrow corridor.
Now, they are all standing.
Mortarion looked at his son with satisfaction, the withered body standing in front of his silent son.
The God of Death sighed,
"My children, I cannot give you glory." "
I cannot deceive you with vain glory. I know very well that those glittering medals cannot bring you anything." "
I know very well that you You will be trapped in a dirty and muddy battlefield. Compared with the glorious battles described by historians, you will face endless wars. You will fight against cunning aliens, and you will fight against greedy humans. You have to fight against the crazy wizard."
"You may fall into the mud in embarrassment, you may lie helplessly on the corpses of your comrades, and you may struggle to climb out of the pile of corpses." "
In the muddy and dirty battlefield There is no glory."
"I cannot give you glory."
"But I promise you death."
"Everyone will die on the battlefield, including me."
"This is our destiny, and I will not use nothingness to The bright future deceives you."
"We will persevere through all the suffering we experience before rushing to our destined death." "
We will struggle through suffering and rush to death."
"We are the Death Guard, and we acknowledge death. ."
"But every struggle we make will leave a land without oppression to mankind." "
So,"
"Please fight for mankind, please fight for liberation."
"My descendants."
This It's a command, it's a sigh, it's also a blessing.
No one spoke, no one raised their head. They were silent warriors, a team moving forward silently in the fog.
Like a ripple, slowly spreading, the Death Guards began to leave spontaneously.
The silhouettes they had dashed towards before seemed to still be in this corridor. They patted their former selves and left silently.
There was no other sound except the sound of footsteps and the sound of metal.
Soon, the corridor became quiet.
Barazin led the remaining Captains, as well as the Chief Librarian, the Forgemaster, towards Mortarion.
Mortarion and Hades stood there, looking at them.
It's time to act.
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