267, Lord of Death Mortarion: Shroud dances and fights, Rorschach stabs the White King! (2)
【You haven't asked yet.】
[An elderly navigator wearing a gorgeous robe suddenly pushed away the crowd around him.]
[He slowly steps forward and bows in your direction.]
["Thank you for saving our lives. Terra's navigator family will remember all your heroic deeds..." the elderly navigator said with a trembling voice. 】
["Betrayer, do you still remain loyal to the Emperor? Do you still remain loyal to the Human Empire?" You were silent for a moment, and your deep and deep voice echoed in everyone's ears through the metal helmet. 】
["For tens of thousands of years, the Navigator family has never been involved in the political whirlpool of the empire, but now, it is the Pale Lord who has betrayed us first..." The third eye above the elder Navigator's forehead seemed to reveal a heartfelt message.
Angry, he whispered.]
["We are willing to sacrifice our lives for our heretical behavior of betraying the Human Empire and the Emperor... Dear Brother Astartes, please lead us to try to reverse the current tragic war situation."]
[You glanced at the navigators and mortal servants around you through the helmet visor one by one.]
[You seem to see the regret for following the Death Guard rebels and the fear of death in their eyes.]
["The Death Guard flagship 'Terminus' has not yet turned into a living battleship, and has penetrated deep into the interior of the subspace... A group of helpless navigators can't do anything big at all, so we should take it one step at a time."
Well..." You remained silent, the thoughts in your mind were spinning rapidly.]
[You asked the older navigator about the location of the arsenal and power room of the Terminal.]
[You obtained a rough verbal description of the flagship map from the other party.]
[You turned around and picked up a melta pistol of unknown model from the corpse of the Gravekeeper Terminator.]
[You carefully checked the chemical injector located on the wrist of the Hades-type Terminator armor. It was filled with chemical poisonous mist that could only be consumed in three battles.]
[You glanced at the death cloud launcher attached to the gravekeeper’s body with great regret.]
[The design is almost integrated with the cavalry type Terminator armor, making it impossible to disassemble it with just brute force. 】
[Then, after simply preparing for the battle, you issued an order to the trembling people. 】
[You ask them to always follow you and keep a safe and distant distance.]
[You will raid the arsenal of the flagship "Terminus" alone, obtain enough weapons and equipment to arm everyone, and make the next attempt. 】
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[Your order is supported by the older navigator.]
[Other navigators and mortal servants must obey your command, whether it is to atone for their sins or simply to survive. 】
[You are holding the Butcher's Scythe in one hand, and the melta pistol is tightly held in the other hand.]
[You walked out of this lower-level slaughterhouse dedicated to killing navigators alone. 】
[You walked slowly towards the cabin passage leading to the middle-level arsenal without hesitation.]
[You are vaguely aware of the eyes of the mortal crew members who are constantly looking and scrutinizing in some cabins.]
[You didn't care about this, and you didn't try to incite them to start a riot.]
[Because if there is no unexpected situation, the mortals on this ship will not survive long. 】
[You slowly drive the Hades-type Terminator armor into a narrow passage lined with servitors on the metal wall.]
[The almost unchanged scene around you gives you a vague visual dislocation, as if this long dim passage is endless. 】
[At this moment, a half-length servitor in your line of sight suddenly turned its neck.]
[On top of that skinny head filled with various wiring pipes, a pair of deep, unpopular eyes seem to be constantly sizing you up. 】
["The first...three...deaths..." The next second, intermittent tearing sounds were squeezed out from the depths of the opponent's throat. 】
[You stepped forward without hesitation, the Butcher's Scythe in your palm moved slightly, and completely chopped off the skinny head of the half-length servitor.]
[However, just when the skinny head suddenly fell down and rolled to the side of your magnetic boots. 】
[A half-length servitor on the other side of the metal wall also suddenly started to move.]
[It did not try to speak again, but tremblingly raised a slender arm that was only skin and bones.]
[A trembling finger first pointed at the deepest part of the passage, and then made a human walking and digital gesture indicating the number of three. 】
["Who are you?" You observe the other party's actions through the eyepiece of the metal helmet with great caution. ]
[As if hearing your question, the half-body servitor seemed to have completely lost its movement and returned to its usual peaceful state. 】
[You stood there and waited for a moment, and after noticing no other abnormalities, continued walking deeper into the passage. 】
[You do not believe the goodwill expressed by the other party, but you are also prepared to deal with any attacks.]
[Ten minutes later, as you were about to walk out of the long and narrow passage, you unexpectedly encountered three Astartes monks who had just entered the passage and were wearing gray-white power armor. ]
[You quickly glance at the bolter hanging on the opponent's waist and the huge scythe in the palm of your hand.]
[You took a deep breath of the pungent chemical air and walked towards the Death Guard openly. 】
[The three death guards also immediately discovered you as a death shroud.]
[They stood on one side of the passage without hesitation, and while giving you the entire passage, they also slowly displayed the Death Guard's group etiquette.]
[You remained silent and just nodded slightly in return to the three Astartes monks.]
[Just when you are about to pass by three respectful Astartes monks.]
["Do you still maintain your loyalty to the emperor?" You suddenly asked them. 】
["Uh...huh?" The three Astartes monks seemed to be briefly shocked by your sudden opening.]
[Maybe it’s because they, as rebels, don’t know how to answer this question at the moment.]
[The next second, you raised the melta pistol in your palm without hesitation, aimed at the helmet of an Astartes monk, and pulled the trigger.]
[At the same time, the Butcher's Scythe held tightly in your other palm suddenly cut through the air. 】
[Forcibly embedded from the neck position deep into the power armor of an Astartes monk. 】
[The next moment, the terrifying orange-red hot melt melted the metal helmet of the Astartes monks in the blink of an eye, including the head inside. 】
[The Butcher's Scythe that you pulled hard almost cut the Astartes monk in half.]
["Damn Death Shroud! You traitor..."]
[However, just when the last Brother Astartes completely fell into madness and planned to launch a slashing attack on you with a huge scythe. 】
[You have already turned the muzzle of the melta pistol and pulled the trigger one after another.]
