Chapter 685: Mortarion: Old Thirteen, let me choose an auspicious day for you

The fighting on the front line remained as usual, and the only change was Mortarion's Death Guard troops.

Guilliman had to sigh at the adaptability of the T'au. This race had been able to rise in a short time and open up a territory on the edge of the galaxy, which had already proven its merits.

Previously, they had adapted to the war intensity controlled by Guilliman and adapted to fighting with the Imperium's troops. They had cooperated to reach an alliance with some Space Dwarfs, several small-scale xenos races, and the Dark Eldar who were taking advantage of the fire, and had been able to barely stabilize the defensive line, which could serve the purpose of training the Imperium's troops.

But Mortarion's Death Guard troops, who stepped onto the battlefield the day before, were completely beyond their understanding.

They could not understand why the battle suits suddenly grew flesh tentacles and a large number of fungi, merging with the T'au inside and turning around to attack their own people.

And they could not understand why the enemy's body had been blown away by more than half, but they could still continue to charge.

Especially, they could not understand why the Death Guard only muttered a few numbers, and plagues that were difficult to cure began to erupt inexplicably in their army.

Honestly, Guilliman couldn't understand the last one either. Previously, Guilliman had only heard some knowledge about numerology from Zhou Yun. In actual application, Guilliman also found that this thing called numerology really had some use.

Although the principle was unclear, Guilliman had always maintained a certain degree of respect for numerology, and even often sighed that Mortarion was truly a sage, actually creating such a profound discipline as numerology.

But these past few days, after Mortarion boarded the *Macragge's Honour*, he taught Guilliman this so-called numerology.

Guilliman initially held a humble, learning attitude, but as Mortarion spoke, Guilliman gradually couldn't hold it anymore.

Is this thing really not feudal superstition?

Mortarion's numerology logic was shallow, sensibility was greater than rationality, and in many places, the left and right brains fought each other. Guilliman's extraordinary brain could capture the problems in it in an instant, making him instinctively suspicious of numerology.

But it just so happened that numerology really had an effect... This had a huge impact on Guilliman's worldview.

Mortarion also claimed that numerology was the underlying logic of this world.

Guilliman found it difficult to understand. Could it be that the underlying logic of this world was chaos, incomprehensibility, left-and-right-brain fighting, and feudal superstition?

Although it was difficult to understand, the tenacity and power of the Death Guard were indeed admirable. With them here, there was no need to worry about mistakes in the war with the T'au, and no need to worry about those demons lurking nearby betraying them.

What really made Guilliman notice something wrong now was within the Imperium.

Although the reports sent in these past few days looked normal on the surface, Guilliman still keenly captured that the production capacity of many planets had fluctuated slightly, and the time of the fluctuations was also similar. The production capacity of several of these planets suddenly dropped for a period of time, and then rose sharply, even higher than before.

This situation aroused Guilliman's vigilance. He soon realized that subtle changes had occurred within these planets.

Was it Genestealers? Nine times out of ten, the Hive Mind was taking action in an inconspicuous way.

I'm afraid the Genestealers lurking within the entire Imperium...

And on Zhou Yun's side, Zhou Yun seemed to be very calm and had not really started to act yet.

The only order that person had given so far was to secretly mobilize part of the Deathwatch. This was a very normal order; the Deathwatch were experts against xenos.

But thinking carefully, it was slightly strange. The Blood Angels were also experts in fighting the Tyranids, and after issuing the mobilization order, Zhou Yun fell silent and had not given any more orders.

Guilliman could sense that even the gods were beginning to get a little impatient.

"Roboute." A clear, agile voice, like an elf in the forest at midnight, sounded.

A slender and enchanting "woman" stepped into Guilliman's office. Her upper body was draped in a slightly loose and lazy white shirt, decorated with a few fluffy laces that didn't destroy the overall simplicity. Her lower body was a slim black skirt, revealing the upper part of her muscular thighs and buttocks.

Her hair draped over the white shirt, and her pointed ears were slightly exposed, appearing a bit playful. A small pair of glasses hung on her almond-shaped eyes, adding a touch of maturity to her face.

"Yvraine." A shallow smile appeared on the corner of Guilliman's mouth.

But he quickly withdrew the smile.

Because on the steps beside him, Mortarion's gloomy eyes under the hood were looking at Yvraine with great interest.

This moth Mortarion was simply like a piece of stinking dog shit stuck to Guilliman's side.

He hadn't done anything recently, just focused on guarding Guilliman's side, sitting on the steps beside Guilliman's desk.

Guilliman initially tried to use a tactful, polite way to drive Mortarion away.

He told Mortarion that his seven- or eight-meter-tall body with huge moth wings was too much of an impact on his handling of political affairs in his office.

And then Mortarion dismantled the huge moth wings behind him in front of Guilliman, and his body shrank to about three meters in height.

This once again shocked Guilliman. This thing was actually detachable?? Guilliman had always thought it was some kind of aberration, but he didn't expect it to be detachable like a jump pack.

Mortarion also said as a matter of course, "Blessed by a god and grew wings on the back? Can you not be so feudal and superstitious? Is Sanguinius's wings also blessed by a god? Can you be a bit more materialistic!"

Yvraine walked up in two or three steps and bowed slightly to Mortarion, who was sitting on the steps. Mortarion revealed an expression of great interest on his face.

This gloomy moth actually smiled and returned the salute to Yvraine, and the expression on his face became more and more subtle and strange.

Yvraine handed a document in her hand to Guilliman, whispered a few words in Guilliman's ear, and then quickly exited the office.

And Mortarion's gaze had been shifting back and forth between Yvraine and Guilliman's faces.

"Old Thirteen." Mortarion said with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth: "I always hear people say that you are the smartest and most human-like among our brothers."

"I didn't believe either of these two points."

"But after the Horus Heresy ended, you only relied on being slightly late for nine hours to take away what Horus couldn't get even after bleeding dry, and what the Emperor couldn't protect even after risking his life. And you only relied on a so-called Codex to split the nine legions. At that time, I knew you were indeed the smartest one."

"Now, I also believe it. You are not only the smartest one, but also the most human-like one."

"Who else among our brothers can compare to what you enjoy now? Power, status, dignity, honor, and even xenos women are all in your hands."

"Guilliman, oh Guilliman, if only I had half your cunning." Mortarion sneered and shook his head.

"She and I are just colleagues," Guilliman said with a somewhat ugly face. "The clothes she is wearing were chosen by Zhou Yun."

"Oh! I believe it." Mortarion nodded slightly. "But I just calculated, the two of you are a perfect match. Why don't I use numerology to choose an auspicious day for the two of you, which can be considered a happy life for you——————"

"Stand up!" Guilliman's voice was suppressed with anger, and a storm of blue and gold seemed to be howling in his eyes.

Mortarion exclaimed, and his body actually stood up uncontrollably.

Guilliman also stood up, his fingers moving, pointing to the chair: "Sit down!" ===== CHAPTER 686 =====