Chapter 309 300. Offline Live Box Opening Emperor
Hades was sitting boredly in the reception room of the Ultramarines.
The two massive ships met in the warp and sailed toward their destination.
Compared to the silent black ship, the Ultramarines looked busier, but Hades didn't know what they were busy with. They gave Hades the feeling more like they just wanted to be busy to avoid thinking. Some difficult questions to accept.
Guilliman did not show up. His Nineteenth Company Commander Aiton took Hades and Malcador into their fleet. The Macragge's Glory was not here, only the Nineteenth Company's fleet was here.
Consistent with the stereotypes of most Ultramarines, Ultramarine Ayton is a serious and outstanding diplomat, but now he looks worried. Malcador realizes the Ultramarine's uneasiness, and the old man decisively chooses to comfort him. This excellent extreme warrior abandoned Hades in the reception room.
"Someone will come looking for you."
Makado dropped these words and left ruthlessly.
...Time passes...
In the bright room, Hades's eyes were empty, and he was sitting in front of the conference table in a daze. On the splendid wall, the flag of the 19th Company hung, and a strong white horse with its head held high was staring at it. Hades, the dark blue satin base makes its fiery temples shine even more.
Hades began to recall his fond memories of returning to Mars to see the technical sergeants. His Mars manual has been iterated to 3.17, and the geometry signatures of Iron Warrior, Imperial Fist... are enough for Imperial Fist to build another one. Wall up.
The technical updates are the largest, and almost most of the legions have participated in this entertainment that is beneficial to physical and mental health. Some gossips have been updated very rarely, and most of them are updates from the Emperor's Sons and the Word Bearers... which makes Hades feel Surprisingly, he even found a limerick about traveling to the Martian wasteland written by White Scar...
By the way, White Scar seems pretty good.
At the same time that Hades realized this, the door to the reception room suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man walked in, then casually pulled up a chair and sat down.
The man was dressed in rich and luxurious clothing. The well-tailored pearl white brocade coat swayed with his movements. Each golden thread on it emitted a colorful and wandering light depending on the angle. The decorative gold The silver buttons are densely embedded in the coat, but are not fastened, exposing the shirt underneath.
The shirt is embroidered with gold and silver threads, and a gold and silver tassel of the same style as the coat is sewn on it. It is fastened carefully and meticulously. The buttons extend from the hem of the shirt to the pure white linen at the hem. Under the scarf, there was still dazzling gold.
There is a golden olive crown on the long black hair. Hades seems to have seen a not very good imitation on Guilliman's head.
These shimmering fabrics seemed to be very tight, reminding Hades of the kind of clothes that would be torn apart with a large movement, while the buttons and scarves that were tied too high on the shirt reminded Hades of I felt like I was suffocating, like the clothes were constricting my neck.
Obviously those designers ignored the wearer's comfort for the sake of aesthetics.
And above this patch of intertwined pearly whites and shining gold, there are ordinary long black hair, ordinary wheat-colored faces, and ordinary black eyes. The eyes seem to be shining with golden light, which may reflect the reflection of the Ultramarines room. gold inside.
His clothes reminded Hades of those planetary aristocrats who suddenly became rich, but his temperament reminded Hades of being squeezed to death in the subway, squatting on the ground gnawing dry bread late at night, and having a loan at home. A miserable office worker with a laid-off wife and a baby. Although the man did not have dark circles under his eyes, he did reveal a deep, deep sense of powerlessness and exhaustion.
The man was staring at Hades calmly and naturally, as if waiting for something.
Hades blinked. From the moment the door was opened, Hades's eyes were already on the man, but his mind was obviously still on the white scar prairie.
Or in other words, this man did not have a very strong and impressive aura, so Hades did not react immediately -
until Hades felt that this face was similar to Mortarion, Or maybe Guilliman's face is somewhat similar.
--ah?
ah? !
ah! ! !
Hades wanted to stand up suddenly to say hello and salute. At this moment, he had already recalled the unbearable past of the leader picking up food and turning tables, but the emperor obviously predicted his behavior. The emperor raised his hand and signaled ha Just sit down.
Hades swallowed and corrected his attitude and sitting posture.
What should he say? No, he didn't look like this in the projection of the letter the Emperor gave him before. Has he turned on psychic beauty?
But it seemed that the emperor didn't want to speak first. He was like an NPC in the game. He sat there patiently, waiting for Hades to trigger the conversation first.
In desperation, Hades said, in a sense, his first words to the emperor after coming to this world,
"Emperor...are you okay?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Hades said Regretful, but obviously satisfied with this statement, the Emperor tried to force a smile, then he gave up and said directly,
"Actually, it sucks."
The Emperor calmly said something not very good, but The very fact of saying this seemed to please the Emperor,
"There are always many things to do - you don't have to call me Emperor, Hades."
Hades blinked thoughtfully, the Emperor's words Revealing his character, this is exactly what Hades needs. Although the chance is slim, Hades does not want to fall into the pseudo-god line.
He waited patiently for the Emperor's new title...and then...and then the Emperor stopped talking? !
?
So what should Hades call the Emperor? Or did the Emperor tacitly allow Hades to know his name?
Hades tentatively spoke,
"So...what should I call you?"
"Anything is fine,"
the Emperor said casually.
Wait, is that okay? What can it be? !
Hades had never been so tired talking to the autistic Mortarion.
"Can you... be more specific?"
The emperor glanced at Hades in surprise,
"You can call me by any name you like, Neos, Moravec, Don Quixote, Aureliano Noa, Jose...you don't need honorifics, this thing itself is meaningless."
...Hades felt a little numb, what was he doing? What should he say? Where is he? who is he?
He took a deep breath, Hades tightened his expression and decisively chose silence.
He looked at the Emperor, Neos, Moravek... and looked at him with polite and questioning eyes.
The other party also looked at him majestically.
After a brief silence, the Emperor spoke solemnly, with the majesty of a superior, but there seemed to be some hesitation in his words, and this hesitation disappeared in an instant, "Unlike other humans,
you The projection in subspace is similar to a black hole,"
Hades's eyes stern, is the emperor going to reveal the truth to him -
"So I can't judge your emotions and thoughts through subspace projection, which will cause me to make mistakes in decision-making. I hope you will tell me honestly what you are saying." Everything that is hidden."
The emperor still looked at Hades calmly,
"I hope you will trust me with your loyalty and frankness, just as I trust and frankness with you."
Hades said slowly,
"Of course. ."
The result of both parties' frankness was that they fell into silence again.
...There was another moment of silence, and the emperor spoke,
"If you are afraid of choice, you can call me Neos."
Hades finally couldn't stand it any longer, and he helplessly opened his hands, making a gesture similar to surrender. ,
"Thank you for your choice, Neos, I have a slight phobia of choice."
After hearing what Hades said, the emperor smiled.
Have it.
(End of chapter)