Chapter 336 325. Love from the Death Guard
If Hades could see other people's favorability towards him, then he would be confused now as to why the Lord of Medusa, Fenus Manus, increases his favorability by ten from time to time. .
But even if he couldn't see how others liked him, Hades could tell that Malcador's patience with him had reached its limit, so he wisely chose to speak faster.
"Old horse, you must remember Fulgrim's stabbing sword, Perturabo's psychological problems, Curze's prophecy, Angron's nails - ah, I'm here to solve this matter, it's okay. , Magnus, don’t let him play with psychic powers. Horus should be careful when he becomes Warmaster. Luojia... Luojia should also pay attention to his mental health, as well as Alpha and Omega - don’t let their nine heads interact with each other. Bite."
Hades bowed, put his hands on Malcador's shoulders, and quickly finished what he wanted to say, but what he received in response was Malcador's slightly impatient and helpless expression.
"Hades,"
the old man said slowly,
"What is that on your back?"
Hades was stunned,
"The Sword of the Old Enemy."
"To make it easier for you to understand, Hades, let me give you one of the best A simple example."
Malcador whispered,
"Since the Sword of the Old Enemy is no longer on its established trajectory, how can you expect that the Assassin Sword will still reach its former location."
Hades paused.
"But at least the originals I just mentioned have some psychological problems... If they are guided..."
Malcador waved his hand and interrupted Hades,
"Hades, you can name a psychological problem..." Healthy - or in other words, a primary body that is difficult to corrode?"
Hades was silent for a long time, and then he squeezed out a name from between his teeth,
"...Khan."
Malcador nodded, and then Shaking his head,
"Khan neither trusts the Empire nor the Emperor. This is his problem."
Hades stared at Malcador,
"This should not be a problem between the Empire and the Emperor -"
Ma Cardo raised his hand, and the crackling flash of psychic energy gathered in his hand. It was a threat, similar to a warning light turning on. Hades wisely stopped his words in time.
"I still hope that you can establish a management and supervision mechanism for Terra and Legion, Malcador, although this is unrealistic."
Malcador shook his head, and the old man's wise and tired eyes shot out from under his hood,
"Hardy Si, the fastest time for an order to be sent from Terra and accepted by the nearest legion is one week, and the way the order is transmitted is the Astropath, which means that the waves of the subspace can easily interfere with it." "And the Empire is currently the
largest The only military institution is the Legion. How do you limit the empire's largest violent institution?"
Hades took a deep breath, and then he sighed,
"I know...I just...hope I can do something more, Before the storm comes."
"At least how many times can I shout at the people sailing on the sea to run?"
Hades' few human words made Malcador sigh for less than a tenth of a second. Then, Hades smiled and patted Malcador friendly,
"Old horse, although the reality is bleak, as long as we work hard and work hard, greater blessings are waiting -" "
Get out, "Malcador said softly, "Go away, Hades, don't let me repeat it a second time."
Malcador tapped the ground with his scepter,
"I will go to the legion you entrusted to monitor, and follow me again. The Lord emphasized that if necessary, I will suggest that our Lord talk to the original bodies, but don’t expect this to change too much, Hades.” What’s more,
Malcador silently thought in his heart, there are more difficulties than On the one hand, some Primarchs are accustomed to interpreting the actions of the Emperor and the Empire from a purely profit and political perspective, while some Primarchs analyze purely from a personal perspective - this means that every move of the Emperor and
Terra There will be different responses, and the responses are bound to not all be good.
The situation was critical. If it were Malcador, he would definitely not be able to laugh, and he still had the leisure to joke.
Malcador stared at Hades in front of him.
"You can go."
Hades blinked,
"I will miss this wonderful memory on the Macragge's Glory, with Neos, with Guilliman, and with you, old horse."
" I'm not called Lao Ma."
"Okay, Lao - Malcador." Hades turned around and prepared to board the ship. Little Herrera, Hefa and Charon were waiting for him behind him.
But suddenly, a dizzying golden light flashed on the spacious deck, and the Emperor slowly walked out from there.
"I'm late,"
he said, and raised his hand. The Emperor held a black braided rope in his hand.
"Replace the wire, Hades, I told you I have a rope."
Hades quickly turned around with a smile on his lips,
"I thought I was just leaving. When can I see you again next time?" , Neos?"
Hades reached out and took away the rope, and naturally began to replace the rope.
"We'll see you again."
The Emperor said,
"That will be a surprise for you."
Hades raised his eyebrows,
"Then I'll start looking forward to it. I hope it won't be a shock."
The Emperor shook his head. He said,
"It's time for you to go. Legion No. 12 is waiting for you."
Hades was speechless,
"Maybe you should change your name, Neos, after all, he is your child." "
It doesn't make any difference, but if If you insist, then Angron's legions are waiting for you."
Hades sighed,
"Talk more to the Primarchs, Neos, maybe this can save hundreds of millions of lives."
"I will. , what you should worry about is yourself, Hades."
Hades looked sideways,
"Don't worry, I am absolutely afraid of death."
Malcador snorted coldly, not sure whether he was expressing agreement or not. The objection was that he simply wanted to despise Hades.
They chatted briefly for a few more words, but there was nothing to talk about, and then Hades got on the boat and got out.
The distance gave him courage, and Hades stuck to the window, shouting "Old horse, old horse, old horse," and yelled something else casually.
After Hades left, the emperor turned his head and stared at Malcador,
"Why did he call you Lao Ma, Malcador?"
Malcador felt like he was about to break his teeth,
"That's... Hades has a damn bad taste.”
The Emperor mused.
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Except for the two Primarchs Mortarion and Fainus, no one knows what exactly the Lord of Death and the Lord of Medusa talked about that day and what they achieved. Agreement, but when Faenus left the Endurance, he did so with a slightly pungent smell and a harder, colder mask.
The Lord of Death, who was sitting comfortably in his seat, was obviously satisfied with this conversation.
The three legions stayed on the scorched earth of Yiservan for a period of time. Vulkan came to commemorate the innocent dead, and Faenus accompanied Vulcan. Both primarchs left a deep impression on this planet. He had a conversation with his soul.
The Death Guard seemed to have returned to the place where the three original bodies had been trapped. No one knew what Mortarion had done. He was followed by the crazy sage in the Death Guard.
The primarchs gathered again after this, and Vulkan, who liked to give weapons to his brothers, gave Mortarion a scythe. He may have really listened to Mortarion's so-called "dream" .
Unlike the scythe Nirvana that Mortarion snatched from his adoptive father's hand and was filled with the aura of ominousness and death, the [Mistletoe] forged by the Fire Dragon Lord seemed to have infinite vitality, and the patterns on it looked like new leaves. The sickle blade is raised like a scythe, reminding people of the mottled green on the branches.
Interestingly, perhaps because of the Fire Dragon Lord's sensitivity to forging, Vulkan coincidentally chose black stone as the main material, doping it with lead to increase the ductility of the material.
Although Mortarion doesn't wield this weapon often, the Death Lord is more familiar with his scythe, Nirvana. The mistletoe will lie quietly in the Death Guard's collection room until the day it is truly needed.
After submitting a report to the Empire and proving that the planet could not be taxed for the next fifty years, the Death Guard, Iron Hands, and Salamanders left.
The Death Guard and Salamanders rushed to the next battlefield, while the Iron Hands, led by the original body, went to the Emperor's Children, but Fainus, who originally knew everything about Fulgrim, did not mention that he was with Mortari. Ann's dialogue.
It would be a secret, a promise, an agreement, a... the heartfelt confession of people who accidentally saw the same world.
Although Faenus hoped that day would never come, he hoped that it was an illusion, he hoped that Mortarion was a madman, and he hoped that maybe he was just a madman who believed the madman's nonsense.
But facing Fulgrim, Faenus said nothing about the drunkenness.
2.6k, don’t wait, maybe
(end of chapter)