Chapter 445 225 Good Friday of Calastyphon
Chapter 445 2.25 The Suffering of Karas Typhon
"We need to find him quickly - even if the time in the world is meaningless, the attempt before the anchor point is still meaningful."
Malcador's anxious words sounded, and the heavy protective suit made his words heavy and sticky.
The Imperial Regent Malcador stood on the ruins of the hospital, like a water egg filled with sticky liquid bursting in the center of the hospital, sticky and emitting bursts of stench.
The old man in the yellow protective suit raised his feet without hesitation and walked towards the center of the hospital. In his hand, the scepter with a shell was indistinguishable.
[Do you have any solution? We will do our best to help you. ]
Angron said dully, the Primarch only wearing a gas mask and following Malcador.
Robert Guilliman was not here. He suffered a big blow this time, and what was even more difficult for Guilliman to accept was that, to some extent, his dereliction of duty led to the disappearance of the Lord of Death.
After a brief rest, Guilliman, who had not yet fully recovered, returned to government affairs - it was obvious that the Lord of Macragge would carry out a drastic reform.
Guilliman's promise to Malcador was that as long as they found the location of Mortarion, the Ultramarines would help find the Lord of Death at all costs.
Malcador coughed, and he scratched the ground with the end of the scepter a few times, and the mucus was moved away, revealing the traces underneath -
some seven-pointed altars drawn on the ground with a mixture of blood and vomit.
Malcador frowned,
"Teleportation array."
The flame of the scepter in Malcador's hand suddenly began to burn, and the golden flames burned. After a moment of brilliance, the golden light dimmed again.
"..."
Malcador was silent for a long time, and then he spoke,
"Come over here, a Death Guard, I only want the one of the Barbarus descent."
Vorx, who followed the old man, immediately took a step forward. In the heavily polluted hospital ruins area, the Death Guards were still dressed in ordinary wartime clothes.
The old man motioned for Vox to raise his hand. The wizard trembled and led the Death Guard to the center of the altar. Then Malcador stretched out his hand and motioned for Vox to hand him the dagger on his waist.
Vox handed the dagger to Malcador. Malcador placed the scepter on the ground, raised the dagger in one hand, and held Vox's hand with the other hand.
The dagger flashed with a cold light, and blood flowed out of Vox's hand.
The wound was exposed to the stinking environment. Angron watched the pus green quickly climb up the scar, but Vox still breathed calmly, as if it was not his wound.
Rapid whispers came out of Malcador's mouth, and golden flames ignited between the two. Blood dripped down and was quickly evaporated by the flames.
The flames flickered, and Malcador stared at the flames. In a trance, Angron seemed to see a vibrant world in the gap of the flames.
The flames grew fiercer, and the sorcerer spoke faster and faster. Malcador suddenly let go, and the previously silent Vorcus fell directly like a lost puppet. Angron stepped forward to steady the Death Guard. He looked like he wanted to thank Angron, but he couldn't speak after struggling for a long time. "He's fine," Malcador said calmly. "... Not enough, I need someone closer to Mortarion - their fates must be connected closely enough." Vorcus stood up again, staring at the old man in front of him. "I know who is suitable for this, please wait a moment." Karas Typhon. ———————— Karas Typhon swore that this was definitely his worst wake-up. Even after being buried in the Dreadnought, he only woke up twice, and Karas thought the last conversation with Mortarion was bad enough. He followed the forging cub in front of him in silence. The Death Guard named "Pasteur" was hurriedly leading him into the transport plane and then to Macragge. Just like last time, I don't know what happened, why he was awakened, and what he should do.
Standing in the transport plane, listening to the mechanical ticking of the Hades cult kid next to him, Karas thought for a moment whether he should just blow himself up here.
But for some reason he finally stopped this behavior and turned to observe Pasteur with boredom.
"Hey," Karas said, "Where are we going?" Pasteur paused, "Captain Vox ordered us to go to Macragge D3 immediately." "Then what?" Pasteur shook his head, and Typhon made a huge, dissatisfied strange sound, "Vox--" he said strangely, "That kid was the one who followed Hades every day, and he was still wet behind the ears. I didn't expect that he has become a captain." "Please respect Commander Hades and Captain Vox." Pasteur said, "You are a member of the Death Guard. Even if you betrayed the Death Guard, you should pay attention to the reputation of the Death Guard." "I didn't!" Typhon roared, and the dreadnought engine made a deafening roar, "I didn't betray, you guys don't know at all--" But in a moment his tone became humorous and indifferent, "Whatever you say, I've been canned anyway." Karas said,
"Listen, kid, I don't care about anything else. Tell that big guy Vox that if he wants me to help him, he should be polite to me. Maybe I will be in a better mood and help him."
Pasteur paused. He had never seen such an unreasonable person.
The Master Foundry mobilized his few emotional quotients. He remembered that Commander Hades once told him that a higher rank can crush a person.
Yes, that's what Hades said when he persuaded him, a technical sergeant, to apply to become a Master Foundry.
Maybe Hades said something else, maybe he didn't mean it, but Pasteur only remembered this sentence. Pasteur said, "This is the order of the legion commander. He ordered you to go. You can't disobey the order, Karas." He looked at the old fearless man with a weird temper and was silent. After a while, Karas spoke again. "Motarion? Does he need my help?" The old fearless man laughed and seemed to be coughing violently. "Since he has lost face, I must help him too - at this time, I think of poor Karas Typhon sleeping in the fearless man, instead of a reliable commander?" Karas' voice suddenly became cold. "I'm curious about what exactly needs me to appear." As he spoke, he felt the turbulence of the transport plane under him. When he arrived, a gap appeared from the hatch, and a strong stench rushed into the cabin as the hatch was opened. Karas paused imperceptibly. He blinked, the blinding white light blurred his vision, and Karas realized that something was wrong. Perhaps it was because he was not used to the gravity of Macragge. Karas tried to walk out, but he found that his engine was motionless due to tension and fear.
He smelled the smell that he was most familiar with.
Karas Typhon had decayed before, and he was very familiar with it——
"Motarion?!"
The old fearless shouted suddenly, he knocked away Pasteur blocking the hatch and rushed out directly.
"Motarion?!!!!"
Where the hell was Hades at this time? !
Karas rushed out, except for Vorx and those strangers to him, he did not see Mortarion or Hades.
The old fearless slowly stopped under the crowd's onlookers.
"It's you."
Malcador said.
Great!