40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 370 90. The Burning of Five Hundred Worlds ([-])

Just today, Valentus Dorlo accepted something he would never have accepted before.These things sound like they are challenging his rationality. What's even more frightening is that if you want to understand, you have to put aside rationality and look at it.

This is simply difficult for an extreme warrior to achieve. Fortunately, the kind Vulkan helped him.

Of course, the way of help was not very gentle, nor did it follow Valentus's wishes.However, the result is still worthy of celebration. After all, Vulkan is not dead.

No, correction: He is resurrected.

Correction again: He returned from death, and the missing eye returned.

"Sir-" Yingjie put down the data pad in his hand with difficulty. "——Our instruments and doctors show that you are cured."

Vulkan glanced at him and nodded after a long time.

The muscles on his huge body were still tangled, but the blood-soaked skin and sunken chest were now back to their original appearance.Except for the numbness in his eyes, there was almost no difference between him and when he was alive.
No, that's not right.Valentus once again corrected himself in his heart, the Fire Dragon Lord was alive now.Yes, that's right, he lived and never died.

Well, he died at least once, but he came back to life, Your Majesty!
Valentus blinked numbly, throwing away these emotions.

Seconds later, with the awe of witnessing a resurrection from the dead, he asked, "Do you need anything?"

"Is Perturabo here?"

"Here I am."

"Please, please invite him over. Also, I would like to ask, what is the current situation of my legion?"

Valentus suddenly took a deep breath - considering what he was going to say next, this breath could even be called a gasp of fear.Seeing his reaction, Vulkan also smiled bitterly and raised his hand to stop him.

"Forget it, Yingjie." He shook his head. "I believe in their resilience, please tell those who are still alive and I will go see them as soon as possible."

".I understand." Valentus replied heavily, bowed his head, turned and left the room.

Ten minutes later, he returned here with Perturabo, not too fast, because there was an old lady behind them.Through the glass, Vulkan spotted them.

He stood up awkwardly and wrapped himself in the white cloth - the Fire Dragon Lord was a little annoyed, he should have asked Valentus to find some clothes for him.He didn't expect Tarasha Euton to come.

The door slowly slid open, and his visitor arrived as promised.Perturabo's steps were the fastest, almost as if he couldn't wait.He rushed to Vulkan and opened his arms. For a moment, Vulkan thought he wanted to give him a hug.

But he didn't.

The Lord of Steel calmly put down his hand, then raised it, then put it down again. Finally, he chose to pat Vulkan's shoulder.

"I'm glad you're back." He paused. "again."

"You know I'll be back," Vulcan said with a smile. "I'll keep coming back until it's done."

"Lord Vulcan——" On the other side, a lady with a cane frowned and said hello to him.However, she quickly changed her focus. "——Valentus, my Lord Yingjie, why didn't you even find him some clothes?"

The hero of Okruth coughed awkwardly.

"It's nothing, ma'am." Vulcan gently relieved him. "I didn't think of it myself."

"But it's still rude," Euton said stubbornly. "This is really a - I'm sorry, my lord."

The housekeeper sighed: "I should let you talk to each other first."

"It doesn't matter," Perturabo said hoarsely, and Vulkan looked at him in slight surprise at his reaction.

"To a certain extent, if Robert Guilliman is not in Macragge, then you are equivalent to a part of him, at least a spokesperson, Thalasa Yuton. Therefore, you can completely have a conversation like this. Speak freely."

"Thank you for your magnanimity, my lord." Euton bowed slightly. "But I would like to ask more about the follow-up to what you just said. What happened to Lord Mortarion?"

She did it on purpose, she politely asked Perturabo to say that before asking about it.Vulkan thought.

He had only met Tarasha Euton a few times, but it was enough for the woman to leave a lasting impression on him.She is a person who takes matters into consideration and will never ignore what is right or fair just because of the other person's identity.

Vulkan felt that this was a skill she had honed during her long years of working with Robert Guilliman.Few mortals can speak their mind and remain true to themselves when facing the Primarch.

More people will become partisans because of their natural coercion, which is disgusting.

"He was tortured," Perturabo said quietly. "That's it, ma'am, and he resisted until he died."

"But how did you escape?" Yudun asked sharply. "May the great Lord Mortarion rest in peace - but if things are really as simple as you said, how did you escape?" "Do you have to get to the bottom of it?" Perturabo looked at it coldly. he.

His gaze was so terrifying that it could destroy any fortress, but Yodon did not give in at all.She gripped the cane tightly and never took a step back.Valentus moved two worried steps closer to her, worried about the Iron Lord's terrible temper that was famous in the empire.

"If necessary, I have always been like this, Lord Perturabo." Euton said slowly. "I can get to the bottom of it at any time, and I know it's annoying, but I have to get the truth."

She paused, and even took a step forward to meet Perturabo's gaze.

"And if you can't bear it, I suggest you tell me before you can - for only telling me the truth and another way can make me stop asking, my lord."

"Very good." Perturabo clenched his fists and exhaled slowly. "Vulkan, tell her."

"Hmm - ah?" The Fire Dragon Lord looked over in astonishment.

"Tell her what she wants to know." The Lord of Steel turned around calmly. "You heard me, I don't want to talk to this little Macragge just yet."

Vulkan looked at him in embarrassment, and then at Tarasha Yuton.He even tried to turn to Valentus for help, but the Ultramarines tried to speak to save him, but were forced to stop talking by the cane raised by the 'little Macraggean'.

"Let him speak, Lord Yingjie!" Yudun said sharply. "He is so tall and I am so small!"

"What do you want to express, madam?" Valentus looked at him blankly.

"I don't know," Jotun said, still staring at Vulkan.

The Fire Dragon Lord sighed helplessly, and his expression finally changed.Sadness and sorrow suddenly climbed up his back, making him look several times older.Seeing him showing such emotion, Yudun, who had been aggressive before, suddenly changed his expression.

Several complex emotions such as sympathy and intolerance flashed across her face one after another. Her hand held the cane tightly, and her fingers turned white.However, she still didn't let go.

After a long time, the blacksmith from Nocturne spoke in a low voice about the death of his brother.

"Mortarion has been resisting," he whispered. "That thing brought his heirs back from the dead, used plague to force them to act, and used filthy power to make them speak and persuade him to kneel down."

"He wrapped him in plague, locked him inside, and tortured him endlessly. That thing knew him incomparably, and while torturing Mortarion, it accurately spoke out his fears, hopes, and everything in his heart."

"I can see from Mortarion's reaction that what he said is true. This is simply a shame, but it is also extremely terrifying. Why does he know Mortarion so well?"

"He humiliated him and then tortured him to death, with every word causing his bones to break and his flesh to proliferate. I tried to save him, but I couldn't move at all. Then the thing began to seduce him, trying to make him surrender. .”

"And he didn't." Perturabo said with his back to everyone.

"He kept resisting, and the thing was very angry about it. We could hear his anger. He pretended not to care, but we all heard it, and so did Mortarion. He laughed and taunted the thing in the plague. thing, so He completely tore off the veil of hypocrisy.”

Vulkan closed his eyes.

"That was the most terrifying and fearless scene I have ever seen in my life," he told Euton and Valentus. "Mortarion's form changed under the power of that thing. The back of his back began to bulge, and his face gradually became distorted and pale."

"The whispers I had been hearing broke out at this moment, and the bodies of the desecrated Death Guards knelt down. Together with the whispers, they began to whisper Mortarion's The name also gave him a blasphemous and dirty name, they called him the Prince of Corruption.”

"And Mortarion-" The Fire Dragon Lord suddenly smiled. "——I don't know how to describe him, but just for a moment, he seemed to have changed."

"His body changed back in that moment, his armor was as shiny as new, and his weapon was held securely in his hands. He looked at us, his unstained face full of peace."

"I saw dark cloud-like light flashing in his eyes, and then he raised his right hand, and the gun called the lantern turned into thunder in the sky at that moment, shattering everything. When thunder Dissipated, he, that thing, and Horus are all gone.”

"The bodies of the Death Guards also calmed down, but the ship started to alarm, and the readings showed abnormalities. Then, we decided to risk jumping out of the subspace."

Vulkan opened his eyes and sighed.

"The navigators and think tanks almost died for this plan, but judging from the current situation, they deserved their death."

Tarasha Euton silently raised her cane and saluted.Only Valentus recognized her etiquette. It was an ancient Illyrian etiquette, specially used to mourn heroes.

"May he rest in peace," she said.

"Unless we kill all the traitors." Perturabo said coldly, still turning his back to everyone.

　This chapter is 3k, the total is 5, I owe [-]k, I will pay it back tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)