Amid the hazy mist, Mortarion's great scythe slowed for a moment, but then its blade still crashed down heavily.
Fragments of living metal scattered beneath the scythe, and another Necron Phaeron who liked to babble at Primarchs shut its mouth for good.
At his feet, the blazing inferno finally fell into Annihilation. Mortarion did not like burners.
That C'tan had been too noisy. The Primarch's sensitive hearing found it unbearable.
"Ferrus will relieve you in three minutes, Old Morty."
Space trembled by Mortarion's ear, and the Underking's voice came through. After a brief pause, it rang out again in confusion.
"Old Morty? What's wrong?"
No, no. Nothing. I can keep fighting. There is no need for Ferrus to...
Mortarion sensed that something was off. The strange feeling seemed to have come from Barbarus, but it vanished in an instant before Mortarion could grasp anything.
If he were willing to put down his scythe and calculate with his fingers now, perhaps the Primarch might discover something.
But to prove that he could still fight, Mortarion continued swinging his scythe. The weapon curved like a crescent moon, its silver gleam sweeping past.
"You may need to rest for a while. This line has pushed too deeply. Guilliman still wants to discuss the next deployment with you. He has already spoken with Sanguinius."
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What did Sanguinius say?
"..."
Hades's voice fell silent for once. Sanguinius had maintained an attitude of respecting Guilliman regarding every other opinion.
But regarding Guilliman's hypothesis of "supporting Horus," the Archangel had unusually become agitated and "scolded" him for a while.
In the end, Sanguinius believed it was impossible.
But there was also some possibility.
"Basically, he fully agrees."
Then there is no need for me to return... I should remain on the battlefield, not sit at a