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

Chapter 301 292.Leave

Hades was originally waiting for Malcador to chat with them, but as if he was in a hurry, or Malcador seemed to be relieved of Mortarion (?), the old man directly dragged Hades on board. .

Fortunately, there was still some time before the ship could set sail, so Hades stood by the observation porthole and looked at the bustling crowd at the foot of the giant ship.

The most conspicuous one is Mortarion, the giant standing there, and then the Sage Kirkland who rushed out. The red robe is very dazzling among a group of white and green paint, and he even stands next to the original body.

Then there are Gallo, Vaux, and some of the administrative staff he brought... Pasteur is running here in the distance.

Further away, Hades could see the mortals of Cerberus sneaking out and mixing in with the servitors of logistics and transportation.

The Black Domain detected that some members of the Zero Company were also nearby. They were well hidden and could not be found with the naked eye except for rays.

As for what Hades thinks...

He was desperately explaining the work he had left to Mortarion and Gallo. Although there were paper handover instructions, Hades felt it was necessary to emphasize it verbally.

While Hades was still opening the window to explain to Pasteur about learning some administrative management, Malcador flashed behind Hades with a calm face——

Hades turned back sharply and refused to kill him with a face-off. The last time he did this was Guilliman.

"It's great to see you and Mortarion making the Death Guard so prosperous,"

The old man said calmly, but Hades felt that there was overtime anger in Malcador's eyes,

"You don't have to worry too much. A true brave man will naturally know the direction of loyalty."

Under the porthole, Mortarion, who saw the corner of Malcador's hood, seemed to be holding up his scythe and yelling something. The Lord of Death's curse words faithfully leaked out of Hades's channel.

Hades felt that Malcador's calm anger was igniting even more intensely. It seemed that the regent was not less annoyed by the troublesome three-piece package of Horus, Mortarion and Konrad Curze.

The old man smiled gloomily. Malcador said something offensive to Hades, and waved his scepter - now the voice in Hades' helmet could be clearly heard.

【Makado! Even your official documents are emergency orders! Could it be that the current Imperial Legion is just a toy for you? ! You can adjust whoever you want? ! 】

How can a general transfer order be achieved in a standard Terra week? The administrative speed of the regent can be said to be very fast.

Malcador spoke unhurriedly, and his voice was transmitted along Hades's channel.

"Lord of Death...Mortarion, I hope you will maintain the necessary respect for the Empire and for me."

[Despicable psychic, a villain who plays with government affairs! Even if you did contribute to the empire, this fact does not change that you are a moral bastard! Playing with people's hearts! The psyker! 】

Malcador smiled sinisterly. He took a few steps forward. Now Malcador was also near the porthole. The regent put his hand on Hades's shoulder armor.

"Mortarion,"

The old man lowered his eyes and looked at the figure on the deck.

"If you wish your friends were..."

【……】

Mortarion's angry scolding on the opposite side suddenly stopped.

[Everything just mentioned is just my subjective opinion about you, Magic Pattern Malcador. 】

Mortarion's calm voice came from the channel, as if nothing had happened just now.

[I hope your voyage goes smoothly, and I hope to receive a letter from the Death Guard Commander on Terra...]

Mortarion's voice was lowered with gritted menace.

Malcador smiled like a politician,

"We can still respect each other, Mortarion. Don't worry, the Empire values ​​the Death Guard."

Hades looked calmly at Malcador beside him,

"...A master at playing with people's hearts...Regent Malcador, I just met you today..."

Hades swallowed the last "shameless" one hard.

Malcador glanced at Hades,

"Thank you for the compliments, each other."

The plasma engine slowly ignited the blue-purple tail flame. Hades and Malcador stood by the porthole. Hades waved again, and in response was the boiling ocean on the entire deck of the Endurance ship.

Hades stared at Mortarion.

"Lord Machador, I haven't told Mortarion much about the Great Rebellion. Will this..."

"No need,"

The old man said calmly,

"The future has changed. The future you knew is no longer the real future, and the Emperor's plans have changed accordingly."

"You left them a little spark of hope and loyalty, and that was enough. The tenacity of Mortarion and the Death Guard was enough for them to face the coming storm."

The old man leaned against the floor-to-ceiling porthole and glanced at the increasingly smaller crowd.

"Besides the Primarch Mortarion's prejudice against psykers, I'm glad to see such a dynamic Legion. I originally thought the Death Guard would be as boring as Mortarion himself."

Hades clicked his tongue,

"His dry humor is still amazing, but not many people usually have high enough aesthetics to understand and appreciate what he means."

After getting far enough away from the Endurance, the Imperial ship began to try to speed up.

Hades looked at the Endurance, trying to remember what she looked like now.

The Endurance is still very new, with a simple hull, and the Death Guard's record so far is engraved on the bow in High Gothic and Barbarian.

I don’t know how well these characters will be integrated the next time he reads it.

Hades scratched his head,

"Okay, what am I going to do next? I feel like I can't enter the subspace."

Malcador spoke calmly,

"Give you a simple holiday."

"We will return to Terra first and perform a series of operations on your body. Then you can go to Mars to see where your disciple Jin has established his power."

Hades turned around in surprise, wait, did Malcador just say "believer"?

But Malcador ignored Hades's surprise and continued,

"After this, you can go back to work. I can only restrain your black domain for a short period of time. For the real solution, you have to find him."

Hades paused;

"Emperor...? Where will I find him when I arrive? He should still be on the Great Crusade, right?"

"Kerr."

Malcador said, the golden stars reflected in his eyes sparkling.

Hades was stunned.

"Perhaps you are more familiar with its other name."

Makado said calmly,

"It is called [The Perfect City] by the Word Bearers Legion——"

"etc!"

Hades looked at Malcador,

"Is it too early?!"

The old man closed his eyes tiredly, as if taking a nap,

"Time is running out. Navigating the warp will consume a lot of our time. The ripples in the warp are becoming more and more confusing - especially for you."

"Moreover, the future has changed, and the Masters of Mankind need to make the necessary sacrifices and changes."

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