Chapter 385 374. Emperor? Neos?
Hades was finally out of prison—no, he finally didn't have to supervise Magnus.
Who will be watching over Magnus next? Leman Russ or Malcador? Hades didn't know, but he was sure that the Emperor would find a suitable overseer for Magnus.
Hades walked lightly. Since the meeting of Nicaea, he had either been supporting the Emperor or looking at Magnus in a daze in the prison. The Emperor was a workaholic, but it did not mean that Hades was too.
Hades followed the route the Emperor told him and moved forward in the Dream. The destination was most likely another secret room for private conversations.
He walked through the dim cell area, the candlelight reflecting on Hades' armor, and then he smelled the smell of rain and gun smoke, which made Hades hesitate, but he continued to move forward.
The deep pale starlight shone through the portholes and shone on the ground. He saw Malcador standing there hunched over waiting for him, and behind the old man, in the darkness were...
Mortarion and Leman Russ.
The Lord of Death's armor was spattered with blood and bullet marks, and the blood seemed to have just condensed, while the Lord of Winter's fur was filled with the stench of psychic energy. From Leman Russ, Hades smelled Magnus's breath with suspicion. breath.
"Here we come."
The old man opened his eyes calmly, preparing to take Hades to the secret room. Hades blinked. He stared at the two original bodies, but it seemed that Malcador did not intend to give him time. Talk to them.
Mortarion's scythe suddenly lowered, blocking Hades's path.
A hoarse voice sounded,
[Were you always on this ship, Hades? 】
Hades nodded,
"I am guarding the psychic prisoners. The war is over?"
Mortarion glanced at Malcador's back behind him, and he spoke in a very long voice,
"Thank you, psyker, warrior." We don't have to fight crazed warp creatures on rainy nights -
Psykers? Malcador went to war?
Then Hades realized that Mortarion was referring to the Emperor.
The sound of Malcador's scepter hitting the ground was heard together with Leman Russ's grunting.
"Mortarion, if no one expects you to open your mouth, then you don't have to speak."
The old man's tired voice sounded, and Hades could already imagine Malcador's frown.
Hades coughed a few times,
"Old horse, I also want to ask about the progress of the Death Guard's construction plan."
Malcador turned his head, and his eyes under the hood wanted to give Hades two sticks immediately,
" First of all, I don't call you Lao Ma;"
"Secondly - my lord has something important to do with you."
Mortarion sneered, and then he raised his scythe. Before the doom fell, the Lord of Death whispered, like In answer to Hades' question.
Hades sighed, grab the infrastructure, grab the infrastructure - his voice disappeared into the darkness that Malcador led him into.
Leman Russ muttered, and his hands subconsciously touched the fur around his waist, where Magnus's one eye was hidden.
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Hades stared at the tea in front of him. The familiar scene seemed to be on the Ultramarines ship last time.
"Is nothing serious happened to Prospero?"
Hades asked tentatively,
"Nothing happens at the moment."
The emperor said calmly, he was staring at the imperial territory map in front of him, thinking deeply.
"The Changing One showed me some insignificant illusions. He is still trying to deceive me." "Are
you confronting him?!"
The emperor raised his eyes and stared at Hades,
"No, he Escaped."
"It is unwise to waste one's strength in vain. Chaos has its own laws and wars. He will not be so generous when dealing with the empire." Hades sighed
. Qi doesn't want to be defeated, right? The other three gods must also deal with the empire.
"What about Magnus? I still think this is not safe at all."
"Nothing is certain to happen, Hades, and nothing is certain to not happen."
The Emperor said casually, Hades Si realized that this man was determined to make a bet, and he remembered that the emperor had turned his knuckles before...it turned out that everything had its symptoms, but Hades didn't understand it at the time.
If there was no one more conscientious than the emperor in this damn cesspit, Hades would have to run away sooner or later with a bucket, and not have anything to do with gamblers. This was Hades's realization.
"There are currently a total of 999 Thousand Sons imprisoned by the empire. Those who are good at using psychic powers will be registered under my name."
Malcador on the side added in time.
"The Gray Knight."
The old man said, while taking a sip of tea, as if he was tired of the endless related work he would face in the future,
"The flesh-and-blood mutation of the Thousand Sons has not been solved. Now Prospero is burning, and the horses are While Gnus is imprisoned, the flesh-and-blood mutations of these Thousand Sons may relapse at any time." Malcador's voice was as usual, "
I will find a way to get some gene seeds from other legions to neutralize it, but the Thousand Sons' flesh and blood mutations may relapse at any time." The seeds of the seeds will still be the main component."
Hades spoke dully,
"What about the flesh and blood mutation?"
Malcador glanced at him,
"It is enough to be able to fight before then. The empire needs their fighting power. Unstable bombs are far more valuable than stable stones."
Hades sighed,
"Are you sure these Thousand Sons can fight for the Empire, Malcador? Do you need me-" "The
matter of psykers Let's leave it to the psykers, Hades."
Malcador immediately interrupted Hades,
"The psykers who have been eroded by the black realm may never be able to release souls with the same brightness as before in this life. Fire - Hades, don't leave any more psychological shadow on innocent psykers!"
After Malcador finished speaking, he found that Hades was staring directly at him, with his mouth open as if he wanted to say something,
Malcador immediately interrupted Hades's unrealistic and stupid fantasy,
"Except for me, my psychic strength at that time was higher than yours."
"That's good."
Hades smiled and started to drink at the same time. Tea, the cup given to him was still an extra-large one -
the emperor's voice sounded hesitantly,
"Hades, would you like to..."
A very rare question-like sentence structure and hesitant tone, Hades mouth The tea in the cup almost spurted out. He quickly put down the tea and stared at the Emperor seriously,
"Would you like to follow the Sixteenth Legion and the Luna Wolves?"
"Did something happen to Horus?"
Hades asked nervously,
so soon?
Then he saw the emperor shake his head. This reaction was obviously beyond Hades' expectations. Hades looked at Malcador, but the old man hid his face in his hood and the steam of the tea.
Malcador remembered what he once asked the Emperor, that this would eventually happen to the Lord of Mankind.
"Hades,"
the Emperor said calmly, his eyes glowing with gold.
"This is a request."
"I hope you can stay with the Warmaster and protect him from Chaos. When I return to Terra, as long as the Warmaster's commanding power remains and Horus still has reason. , then the war situation in the empire will still be clear."
The emperor paused,
"I also know that you hope to return to the Death Guard, and this will be your choice."
Hades was silent, and then he asked carefully ,
"Can't you predict spiritually, Neos, or use logic to calculate where I am most suitable to be deployed?"
The Emperor remembered that he had seen the empty shell of Horus. It was Magnus who he cared about most in private. Then trade your soul with the All-Changing One.
"You are inherently unpredictable...Hades, the omen for you can only be portrayed through the side of your fate." "
But if you follow the logic of the physical world, you are suitable to go to the side of Horus, Lu Pekar needs someone who can protect him from the interference of the warp."
Hades stared at the Emperor, and the Emperor... fell silent.
Nios picked up the tea and sipped it calmly.
Hades mused that he could at least ensure that one of the Primarchs following him would not fall... In other words, the Emperor would definitely give priority to deploying him next to the higher-level Primarchs - then it would definitely be Horu or Guilliman with his many armies.
But this is a request... this is more like... a request mixed with personal emotions.
Hades smiled bitterly,
"Of course I should be on Horus's side."
"And... I believe that Mortarion and the Death Guard will be the Primarchs who stand firmest."
The Emperor seemed to relax. Tone -
"But!"
Hades shouted loudly,
"I ask for new equipment for the Death Guard! You are not allowed to have any objections!"
The emperor smiled,
"This is your freedom."
But his smile was very He was soon overwhelmed by fatigue.
"Time is running out,"
the Emperor said.
"I need to return to Terra in time. The Webway experiment has entered a critical juncture. It will soon close the subspace channel on Terra." The
Emperor said . The emperor stretched out his hand, and the galaxy map appeared on the table. Hades could see countless symbols marking the legion flashing on it.
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