39 Death Guard

Chapter 41 39. Death Guard

Endurance.

Now.

In a somewhat empty Space Marine personal room, Hades sat on the edge of the bed, holding a mirror in one hand and a round incense burner in the other, silently lost in thought.

His original goal had always been to survive on Barbarus until he became a Space Marine. Although the process was different from what he had imagined, the result was the same.

But after becoming a Space Marine, he had even more doubts.

Hades thought that the key to determining his position might only lie with the Emperor.

What was certain was that the Emperor had rescued Mortarion after the battle on Barbarus.

In other words, the Emperor had definitely seen Hades.

Hades didn't believe that the Emperor hadn't noticed something about his strange physique.

But what was the reason that he simply healed Hades and then returned him to the Fourteenth Legion?

Moreover, Hades touched his left brain again, feeling the smooth metal texture.

Did the Emperor participate in his treatment? If he did, was the change in Hades' Null Field done by the Emperor?

Or was it because Hades was on the verge of death that his Null Field changed? Or was it because he was transformed into a Space Marine?

No, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt, and there was no way to verify these hypotheses.

Hades couldn't ask the Emperor for answers either. He had no way to approach the Emperor at all right now.

Mortarion probably didn't know any of this. If he knew anything about Hades, he would have said it.

Moreover, Hades thought, sometimes thinking too much was a sign that he was being watched by Tzeentch!

Hades had finally tried to snatch Mortarion from Nurgle. He didn't want to be targeted by Tzeentch again.

Forget it, thinking so much is useless. In the end, he would have to take things one step at a time.

Hades originally wanted to think more about how to use his new brain and left eye, but remembering that Mortarion was waiting for him outside, Hades didn't want to delay too long, so he got up to find Mortarion—

It wasn't until he stood up that Hades realized he had become taller! He was now at least two meters and sixty centimeters tall!

Not only had he become taller, but Hades now felt full of power.

Signals of exertion came from his tight muscles, two hearts beat powerfully, blood flowed rapidly through his veins, and his lungs rose and fell steadily. His brain was incredibly clear at this moment.

Hades had never had such extreme control over his body as he did now.

He felt like he wanted to jump high or do a sprint. He was strong and powerful, strong and powerful!

Suppressing the urge to punch the wall, Hades threw the mirror on the bed, grabbed the incense burner, and went out.

Gray-green and dark gray were the main colors of the long corridor. The unadorned corridor was wide and long. The floor was dark gray, the walls were dark green, and off-white was dotted at the edges where the walls and floor met.

Apart from some necessary lighting, the corridor was as dim as a fog, just like the perpetually gloomy daylight on Barbarus.

Doors identical to Hades' lined the narrow corridor.

This should be the Space Marines' personal rest area, Hades thought.

Apart from Mortarion, the corridor was empty at this time.

Mortarion was leaning against the wall of the corridor, absentmindedly playing with a round incense burner.

Seeing Hades coming, Mortarion came back to his senses and prepared to take Hades on a tour of the Endurance.

Hades walked over and handed the incense burner back to Mortarion.

Although the air was still a bit pungent, he could tolerate it. Hades thought, he didn't want to become a gas tank.

Mortarion looked at him, "Don't need it? I can give it to you."

"No, no, if the future is all like this, I need to adapt as soon as possible."

Hades quickly refused. Although he wanted to say another word of advice to Mortarion, he managed to stop himself.

Respecting others' hobbies starts with you and me.

"Alright."

Mortarion casually took the incense burner and re-hung it on the copper chain on his shoulder.

"Let's go, I'll show you the Endurance. This will be our second home from now on."

Hades shrugged. That's how it was. After becoming a Space Marine, most people had completely broken away from their past.

But Hades would still remember.

Seeing Mortarion start to move, Hades followed.

"This is the Space Marines' personal rest area. This floor, and the two floors above and below, are all your personal rest areas."

"Normally, rooms would be assigned by company, and not the entire legion would be stationed on the Endurance; some companies would be dispersed to other battle barges."

"But the legion is still in its settling-in period, so for now, the companies are all concentrated on the Endurance."

"And the new recruits from Barbarus haven't been assigned to companies yet."

"This legion... was originally called the Dusk Raiders, but after I took command, I renamed it the Death Guard."

Mortarion smiled.

"In memory of those warriors on Barbarus."

Yes, those brave and fearless warriors.

Mortarion paused, then said solemnly, "You are my unbreakable blade, you are the Death Guard."

Hades knew this sentence; Primarch Mortarion had spoken it the first time he met the Dusk Raiders.

This sentence was also engraved on the airlock of the battle barge Scythe of Death.

After this sentence, there were no more Fourteenth Dusk Raiders in the world.

Only the Fourteenth Legion remained, the Death Guard.

The dull, monotonous sound of footsteps maintained its rhythm, echoing in the corridor.

Mortarion continued to introduce the newly reorganized Death Guard to Hades.

"I have divided the Death Guard into seven Grand Companies. The First, Second, and Seventh are special."

"The First Company is led by the Chief Centurion, currently Barasyn from Terra."

"The Second Company is led by the Commander, currently Typhus from Terra."

"The Seventh Company is led by the Battle Leader, currently Garo from Terra."

As if deliberately, Mortarion emphasized the name "Terra" in Barbaran for each sentence.

Hades, of course, knew what Mortarion was thinking.

The Fourteenth Legion was like a toy in Primarch Mortarion's hands, and he would naturally throw away anything he didn't like.

Mortarion wanted to refresh the legion with new blood.

In fact, almost every legion goes through such a process. When their Primarch is found, the legion's old glory is drowned out by the grand occasion of the Primarch's return.

Not all legions are willing to submit directly to a newly found Primarch.

Even with genetic connections, these battle-hardened veterans will not yield.

This, of course, will lead to conflict.

Hades knew this was bound to happen.