Chapter 106 96. Go to Mars, go to
Mars, now.
How many waves can a personal word set off in the future? The future is full of twists and turns, life and death fights, the roar of war dogs in the pool of Nuthria's blood, Angron's butcher's nails roaring, fate has long been changed beyond recognition - but now, but at this moment, these are nothing like Hades
. It doesn't matter.
He is eating porridge.
Even though he will experience the life and death of a civilization and a race in his life, eating porridge is truly a part of Hades' life.
Hades picked up the spoon and picked up the small Martian algae. The vinegar-colored seasoning dripped down into the white porridge. He stirred it casually and continued to eat.
It's lunch time, and Brother Perez, the war dog, is gone. He has been sitting with the wild wolf recently. Since that unpleasant game experience, the wild wolf Manning has obviously increased his curiosity about him by more than one level.
As for the matter of Mortarion and Malcador, Hades decisively put this information in the "don't waste your brain thinking about it without notification" area after waiting for a week but still didn't believe it.
However, it turns out that the notice came, but it came a little late.
The door of the cafeteria was suddenly opened, and a bunch of servitors rushed in with a bunch of incense and scarlet satin, and hymns began to surround Hades's ears.
The whole hall instantly became sacred, except of course the warriors inside who were carrying bowls to eat.
"Huh?"
Jordan Sage walked in in a hurry. Jordan Sage's huge body rarely moved so fast,
"Don't eat. ! The Son of Ohm Messiah is coming to visit the Technical Sergeant Base!"
The Ultramarines, Imperial Fists and other warriors immediately placed the bowls and helped the servitors collect the tableware.
The other technical sergeants are doing the same, and they are even sorting out their clothes. Some technical sergeants are preparing to leave here and change out of their usual work clothes.
Compared to them, Hades was eating quickly.
It’s the last bit, finish it!
Not less than a few seconds!
"Stop eating!"
Sage Jordan leaned over to reach for Hades' bowl. A suit of attire with obvious Martian characteristics hung on his slender limbs, with gold threads interspersed on the scarlet robe, "
Your primarch Here you go, don’t eat!”
“Don’t eat, put on your clothes quickly!”
Time was running out, and Jordan Sage’s superior suddenly informed Jordan of the incident, and told him that the adults had already set off here.
Om Messiah is up!
Hades was actually wearing a technical sergeant-like work uniform, with engine oil still stained on it. He didn't even wear a Mechanicus badge!
However, compared to others who were nervous, Hades' passive was triggered because of Jordan's behavior -
no wasting food!
It’s the last bite, this is not good!
Let him finish shaving it, just once, just once!
It's out of the way!
"Don't eat it!"
The panicked Sage Jordan stretched out his main limb, trying to grab Hades' bowl, which blocked Hades' movement -
"Let him eat."
A familiar voice echoed in the hall.
Hades, who grabbed the last bite of porridge, almost spit the porridge out of his nostrils.
Everyone stood up and saluted. The Jordanian Sage seemed to be stuck and turned around too slowly.
His main limb lowered quietly.
"Sir, welcome to the Technical Sergeant Base."
Hades knew for the first time that electronic sounds could also produce a trembling effect.
The sage of Jordan greeted the visitor with a trembling voice.
"Sir, I am the mechanical sage Jordan, responsible for the training of legion technical sergeants. I am glad that you are here to visit." "
I provide the most comprehensive here."
The nervous words of the Jordanian sage were drowned in the background of the hymn of the machine servants. .
The Primarch's tall form was surrounded by a swarm of ornate red-robed sages, covered in metal and cables, with some stooped historians and Imperial officials following at the rear of the procession.
Not wearing power armor, Mortarion wore ceremonial clothes that were a mixture of Barbarus's style and the Empire's style. Barbarus's style successfully suppressed the Empire's splendid style, and the plain colors were out of place in the scarlet, just like himself.
Mortarion nodded and motioned for everyone to bow.
The Primarch listened patiently to the ramblings of the Sage Jordan.
"Thank you for being so serious about training technical sergeants. I am already looking forward to handing over the next batch of technical sergeants of the 14th Legion to you." Hearing the recognition of the son of Ohm
Messiah in his heart, the Jordanian sage was about to be happy. The panic passed, and a faint smell of smoke seemed to emerge.
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way."
The sage murmured softly, stretched out some small auxiliary limbs, and began to tighten the screws on the smoking part.
Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded again,
"Then, please let me apologize for the sudden visit, because I am very curious about what is going on with the first technical sergeant of our legion." "
If you don't mind, I hope to bring you My technical sergeant is going to confirm the affairs between the Legion and Mars."
"Can the base agree?"
"Agree! Yes!"
"Sir Hades can leave now!"
Mortarion nodded slightly. , should be thanked.
Then he looked at Hades, who was holding the spoon and had frozen.
He walked over, and the sages in front of the original body moved out of the way.
As the original body walked into the hall from the door, Mortarion's own pressure began to overwhelm the entire audience.
In the hall, other technical sergeants were shocked -
this was a completely different aura from most other primarchs!
The poisonous gas from Barbarus slowly suffocated the room. He was as tall as a dead tree, with a haggard and sunken face, and plain mourning clothes draped around his body.
Different from the glorious and glorious Guilliman and Sanguinius, and different from the serious and silent Dorne and Fainus, when the original body mostly gave people a positive image, the death from Barbarus broke their image. Cognition.
Silence, death.
The poisonous gas slowly choked the throats of everyone present.
Wild Wolf Manning subconsciously held his breath.
That was the poisonous smell on Hades's body before.
Are all your Death Guards smelly? !
Moreover, wasn’t the previous intelligence close to the people? !
Is this close to the people? !
Are all Space Marines said to be very similar to the Primarch?
Not paying attention to others, Mortarion looked at Hades, who was still holding the spoon,
"Did I bother you?"
"Huh?! Huh?"
"No, no!"
Hades was complaining crazily in his mind, brother, please keep a low profile. , or at least give a notice in advance, look at the other sages behind you and feel like they are about to kill someone!
In fact, the Martian sage who arranged the Primarch's itinerary was eager to cut Hades into pieces.
God knows why this Primarch suddenly insisted on going to the Techmarine Base in the middle of the road!
The trajectory of the Primarch's path to Mars began to be recalculated, and the sections escorted by the Mechanical Magi of different sects began to change.
"Then you still eat?"
"No, no!"
Hades was startled and quickly put down the bowl.
Mortarion gave him a puzzled expression. The original body remembered that Hades's appetite was not that small.
"Let's go."
Hades got up and left quickly!
He felt other people's eyes scratching him like daggers.
If you don't leave, you'll be quartered!
Not far away, the Ultramarines, Imperial Fists, and Iron Warriors opened their eyes wide.
He felt that he had heard the snoring of the wolf Manning, but in fact the wolf made no sound.
Mortarion blinked in confusion, obviously not understanding what Hades was thinking.
But once his purpose was achieved, it was not convenient for him to stay for long.
Hades stood beside the original body, and the huge team slowly left again
. After recovering from Mortarion's pressure, the technical sergeants who had been silent for a long time made some movement.
They had just had a close encounter with a Primarch.
"That is a unique adult."
"Every adult is different."
The Ultramarines began to discuss within themselves.
"Isn't he familiar?"
The smell of poisonous gas still lingered on the tip of his nose, the wild wolf said through gritted teeth.
This sentence directly pulled out the thoughts of the technical sergeants who were immersed in the shock of the original body, and then they suddenly realized what Hades had said before.
silence.
The other Space Marines began to wonder, if their Primarch arrived on Mars, would he come to visit them?
The Ultramarines believed Lord Guilliman would do it, and the Luna Wolves also thought with confidence, while the Iron Hands were silent because they knew the answer was probably "no."
The White Scars didn't care about this, and the Salamanders fell silent.
Iron Warriors The Iron Warriors have stopped thinking.
"I have some legion matters to discuss with my warriors, so it's not convenient for the sages to come over."
Mortarion stared expressionlessly at the mechanical sage trying to get into the vehicle.
The tall God of Death now unleashed his pressure, and the temperature seemed to drop sharply.
The logical system operates.
"Yes, sir."
The electronic voice sounded.
Mortarion ignored the Magus and went straight into the vehicle. Hades and a historian also followed the original body into the vehicle.
This is a unique transport vehicle with an all-black appearance and special treatment on the door.
The car began to move, dust was rising beside the car, and not far away, the vehicles of the Mechanicus followed closely the vehicle in which the original body was riding.
Mortarion glanced out the window calmly.
"That's it."
?
What's okay?
As if to answer Hades's doubts, the rickety historian who followed them into the car slowly took off his hood. He had been hidden in the crowd before, inconspicuous. He
was Malcador.
The wise man looked at Hades with deep eyes, but said nothing.
"You will follow Malcador and leave in a moment, Hades."
Mortarion said,
"Huh?"
Hades asked doubtfully,
"What are you doing, where are you going?"
Mortarion frowned in displeasure. ,
"Ask him, I don't know."
"I just brought you here as he asked."
Hades moved his eyes back to Malcador, but the old man just closed his eyes,
"After that You will know, before that, let me rest for a while."
Could it be that he was really sent over to be used as material by the sage? !
"Don't think about it."
Malcador opened his eyes, glanced at Hades helplessly, then closed them again to rest.
"There should be no danger."
Mortarion said,
"Otherwise I wouldn't be able to spare this psyker."
Hades blinked,
"Then why are you like this?"
So high-profile?
"If you want to hide something, why not try to put it in the shadow of another high-profile thing?"
Malcador's voice sounded slowly.
The Primarch has his own aura that attracts the attention of others. When the eyes of Mars are attracted by a Primarch who changes the trajectory of his actions at will, the attention to other corners will weaken.
The cost would only be a deepening of the primarch's strange impression on the wise men of Mars.
Arrogant, stubborn, not following arrangements, and self-absorbed,
but it is obvious that neither Mortarion nor Malcador care about this.
Realizing Malcador's plan, Hades fell silent.
Although he knew that Mortarion would most likely be bad at Malcador every day. But now -
Mortarion, have you been tricked by Malcador? !
However, Mortarion had an indifferent expression on his face, as if leaving a bad impression on these sages was an easy thing to do.
Can not be done!
You have to take care of the logistics!
Hades quickly began to give Mortarion the behavioral patterns of these mechanical mages, and at the same time sent him his previous plan for the Death Guard docking on Mars, and began to persuade Mortarion to pay attention to these things that most of the original bodies did not like. Mechanical Magi -
Except for the Primarchs who have a mechanical preference, most Primarchs do not welcome these Mechanical Magi.
But sadly, until the end, Hades believed that Mortarion did not realize the importance of befriending the Magi.
The vehicle drove to a wasteland on the edge of a city, and the roar interrupted their conversation.
[Welcome to the section of road I am responsible for. 】
[Collier Jersey Sage will be responsible for Lord Mortarion's next journey. 】
Huge steel behemoths suddenly emerged from the ground. Metal convoys that mimicked insects crawled quickly, closely following their vehicles. Countless other insect-like vehicles also suddenly appeared, surrounding them like a swarm.
The tall female sage stood firmly on top of the giant insect, her red robes flying.
Flying sand was flying everywhere, and the jammer was working, obscuring the figures of these vehicles.
"Now."
Makado, who had just closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and moved to the car door with a strange agility.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, the car door was opened, and the hot sand from Mars violently beat into the car.
Collier bowed slightly, and one of the joints of the giant insect reached the car door. The two galloping beasts reached a delicate balance at this moment.
"Let's go!"
The thin old man immediately jumped over the giant insect's joints. Hades blinked in shock, then hurriedly stood up and walked across the joints.
"Remember to come back soon."
Mortarion's voice sounded behind them.
Seeing that the two had entered the insect-shaped vehicle, Collier Jersey looked at Mortarion, silently nodded and saluted, and a sage tied up with five flowers appeared at the end of the joint.
Although the sage had obviously been coded to lock his engine, Collier Jersey still added a lot of chains to him to prevent accidents.
Mortarion took the scythe of Nirvana, unhooked the sage from the worm's joints, and placed him on the seat opposite him.
Then he nodded towards the female sage outside the car.
[It has been my honor to escort Lord Mortarion. ]
The giant insect's arm quickly stretched back, and the tip hit the ground, making a muffled sound.
Collier Jersey stood gracefully on the speeding vehicle, driving the swarm of metal bugs slowly away, and the flying sand and dust disappeared.
Mortarion watched them leave, then reached out and closed the car door.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound.
They were alone in the car now.
Mortarion rested his chin nonchalantly with his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the sage.
Death's hoarse voice sounded,
"I heard that you are interested in counter-psychics, Sage Kirkland?" "
And, I heard that you are also interested in the Death Guard?"
The one who answered him was Sage Kirkland who started to smoke and tremble. Mechanical body.
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