Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 106 96 Go to Mars and show off

Chapter 106 96. Go to Mars and show off

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 been changed beyond recognition——

But now, but at this moment, none of this has anything to do with Hades.

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 was 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, a bunch of servitors rushed in with a bunch of incense and scarlet satin, and hymns began to surround Hades' ears.

The entire hall instantly became sacred, except of course the soldiers inside who were holding bowls to eat.

"ha?"

Sage Jordan walked in in a hurry. Sage Jordan's huge body rarely walked so fast.

"Don't eat it! The Son of Ohm's 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 dishes on the table.

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!

Just a few seconds!

"Stop eating it!"

The Jordanian sage leaned over to reach Hades' bowl. On his slender limbs hung a dress that was obviously Martian, with gold threads interspersed on the scarlet robe.

"Your master is here, don't eat it!"

"Stop eating, put on your dress 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, because of Jordan's behavior, Hades' passivity was triggered——

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!

"Stop eating it!"

The panicked Sage Jordan stretched out his main limb, trying to grab Hades' bowl, which blocked Hades' movement——

"Let him eat."

Familiar voices 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."

For the first time, Hades knew that electronic sounds could also produce a trembling effect.

The Jordanian sage greeted the visitor tremblingly.

"Sir, I am Jordan, the mechanical sage, responsible for the training of legion technical sergeants. I am very 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 servitor's hymn.

The Primarch's tall form was surrounded by a swarm of ornate red-robed sages, covered in metal and cables, with a few 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 delivering the next batch of technical sergeants of the Fourteenth Legion to you."

Hearing the approval of the Son of Om Messiah in his heart, the Jordanian Sage was about to die with happiness, and a faint smell of smoke seemed to come out.

"It's out of the way, it's out of the way."

The sage murmured quietly, stretched out some small auxiliary limbs, and began to tighten the screws on the smoking part.

Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded again,

"Well, please allow me to apologize for the unexpected visit, as I'm curious as to what's become of our regiment's first tech sergeant."

"If you don't mind, I hope to take my technical sergeant to confirm the affairs between the Legion and Mars."

"Can the base agree to this?"

"Agree! Yes!"

"Sgt. Hades can leave now!"

Mortarion nodded slightly, taking it as a thank you.

Then he looked at Hades, who was holding the spoon and had frozen.

He walked over, and the sages in front of the primarch made way for him.

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 is 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' 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.

"Excuse me?"

"Huh?! Huh?"

"No no!"

Hades was complaining crazily in his mind, Brother, please keep a low profile, or at least give notice in advance. You see, the other sages behind you feel like they are going 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?"

"I won't eat it, I won't eat it!"

Hades was excited and quickly put the bowl down.

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 goal was achieved, he couldn't stay 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 finally made some movement.

They had just had a close encounter with a Primarch.

"That's a... unique adult."

"Every adult is different."

Discussions began among the Ultramarines.

"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 to discuss some legion matters with my soldiers, so it's not convenient for the sages to come over."

Mortarion stared expressionlessly as the Magus Mechanica attempted to board 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 sound 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 next to 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.

It's Malcador.

The wise man looked at Hades with deep eyes, but said nothing.

"You will follow Malcador and leave in a moment, Hades."

Mortarion spoke,

"Um?"

Hades asked doubtfully,

"What are you doing, where are you going?"

Mortarion frowned in displeasure.

"Ask him, I don't know either."

"I just brought you here as he asked."

Hades turned his gaze back to Malcador, but the old man just closed his eyes.

"You will know later, but before that, let me rest for a while."

Could it be that he was really sent there to be used as material by the sage? !

"Don't think too much."

Malcador opened his eyes, glanced helplessly at Hades, then closed them again to rest.

"There should be no danger."

Mortarion spoke,

"Otherwise I won't be able to spare this psyker."

Hades blinked,

"Then why is it 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, self-centered

But it was obvious that neither Mortarion nor Malcador cared about this.

Realizing Malcador's plan, Hades fell silent.

Although he knew that Mortarion would most likely be bad-mouthed 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 Sage——

Except for those with mechanical preferences, most of the Primarchs did not welcome these mechanical mages.

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-mimetic 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.

"It's now."

Makado, who had just closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and moved to the car door with a strange agility.

"boom!"

With 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.

"Walk!"

The thin old man immediately jumped over the giant insect's joint. Hades blinked in shock, then hurriedly got up and walked across the joint.

"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 out, 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.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

They were alone in the car now.

Mortarion rested his chin nonchalantly with his hand, but stared intently at the Sage.

Death's hoarse voice sounded,

"I heard you were interested in counter-psionic powers, Sage Kirkland?"

"Also, I heard that you are also interested in the Death Guard?"

What answered him was the mechanical body of Kirkland Sage that began to smoke and tremble.

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