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

Chapter 322 311. Afterwards...

The sun rose, and in the bright golden light, the hunting wind blew, mixed with gray ashes.

No one stood up, no one spoke.

Above the head, the sun is shining silently on all things in the world. He spreads his light on the earth equally and justly.

Angeltai breathed, he felt his limbs, he felt the smelly air in the wind, the time stretched for a long time, and finally, he stood up slowly.

He was the first Word Bearer to rise, his power armor creaking.

Angeltai looked around blankly. He saw the desolate and barren land, he saw the perfect city with its embers extinguished, he saw the vast and clear sky, he saw ashes, he saw the wreckage... He saw that they are here, here There is no other.

He turned his head and saw their father, motionless. He saw the two straight spears and the hounds on them with bared teeth and angry eyes, warning the mortals who stepped forward without permission.

Angeltai started walking, he walked towards their father, whom he had not seen for a long time. Angeltai dragged his steps slowly, and the sand made a soft rustling sound under his feet, like the gentle friction of quilts when people were sleeping.

All this happened so suddenly, they woke up like they were dreaming.

As Angeltai walked, Captain Sol of the 34th Company also stood up, then the second, and the third... They stood up, feeling themselves blankly.

More and more people stood up, their gray armor shining in the sun, like a sparkling gray ocean.

Finally, Angeltai walked to the front of the queue. Behind the last three kneeling people, he saw large areas of blood and minced meat spread out under the body of Kor Phalun, whom he despised, and his arms hanging limply on the spear. both sides.

He saw Erebus - it was unbelievable that the most respected chief chaplain in the Legion could be... could be a cultist, and those obscene words spewed out of his mouth as if he had spewed them. The dried organ fragments are equally disgusting.

Erebas's head was raised high, and the corpse's protruding, dry eyes were staring directly at the sun, like the eyes of a dead fish, but far more hollow than a dead fish. This was just an empty shell, and the inside of the corpse was Something like a soul disappeared.

Angeltai swallowed subconsciously. He suddenly realized that he was standing... in the position where the existence had stayed, facing the kneeling person - standing behind the kneeling person. This was a kind of ...a feeling that is hard to describe.

What was He thinking when He walked past thousands of people kneeling?

...the one in charge of everything...

But this thought was expelled by Angeltai in a flash. He should not be disrespectful to the original body. He took two quick steps and walked to Luojia's side.

Angeltai opened his mouth and stared at Aurelion, his father. Luojia was in a trance, with traces of dried blood and tears sliding down both sides of his cheeks. He was like a living sculpture, without any thought.

"...my father?"

The sculpture moved slightly, and Angeltai saw the original body's intention. He reached forward and helped the original body to stand up.

Luojia stood up. The original body didn't say anything or reveal anything. He just turned his head. Luojia first looked at Kor Phaeron on the right side behind him - the corpse with its head lowered, as if atoned for. Nailed in place.

Kor Phalon, his former adoptive father, spent the last few hours calling Lorja's name.

Luo Jia's lips trembled, his eyes were dry and there was no trace of liquid left, and in the end he said nothing.

Then he looked at Erebas... The moment his eyes came into contact with Erebus, Luojia's eyes seemed to be stabbed violently by a charcoal-grilled torture instrument. He looked at the torture instrument that had been twisted due to the struggle in disbelief. Seeing the inhuman corpse, the roar in the darkness echoed in my ears.

This reminded him of the darkness, and the original body flinched briefly. The contact between his thoughts and his body was too raw, and the shrinking in his mind did not make his body react.

On the desolate ruins, two corpses were impaled and nailed in place, becoming permanent symbols.

No……

Luo Jia opened her mouth with difficulty, and her chapped lips were torn open, and a trace of blood flowed out.

No...he needs...needs...

[Take them away. 】

Luojia said.

This made the original body's eyes finally move to the Word Bearer beside him, Angeltai...his name suddenly appeared in the original body's raw mind.

His heir obeyed his orders obediently, with an imperceptible caution - was he afraid, was he afraid of Luojia?

Luojia's eyes had never been closed once. He opened them wide, bloodshot eyes almost covering his golden eyes, which reflected the scene of Angeltai pulling out a black spear.

After a few tickling hisses from the cerebral cortex, the long rod stuck to the flesh and blood was pulled out. Erebus's body slowly fell to the ground, and the flesh and blood flowed out from it, accompanied by Amazing stench.

Angeltai held the spear somewhat helplessly, and his heir turned back, as if asking Luojia what to do next.

The corner of Luo Jia's mouth twitched into a smile, and the blood stains under his eyes became more and more eye-catching.

"We...we need to repent."

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"Well,"

Hades was holding a piece of Macragge's specialty pastry with two fingers. He obviously still had a few pieces stuffed in his mouth. He tried hard to swallow what was in his mouth, and then spoke,

"They pulled out the two black spears. Why don't we go down and take a look, or at least give the Word Bearers a few more words?"

In view of the fact that at this moment, the Perfect City is still burning, the Word Bearers are grief-stricken, the Ultramarines are on the verge of confusion, and the insider of the situation - he and the Emperor are sitting in this small room to rest and eat Macragge's specialty, Hades always feels unreal...

But no matter what, the Emperor is sitting here to rest, what else can Hades do?

He looked at the emperor, who was sitting upright, holding a cup of tea with exquisite patterns and gold rims. He was sipping tea, but Hades always felt that he had been sipping for a long time, and the water level had not dropped much.

The emperor gave Hades a flat look and took another sip of tea.

"Loujia doesn't need any further advice. As the original body and my descendant, he will repent on his own."

Hades showed an expression of "Why do I not believe it so much?"

"I still suggest that you say a few more words - or at least confirm that his mental state is stable before leaving him."

"I have chosen my messenger, and that lady will not disappoint us. Hades, you are too suspicious."

The expression on Hades's face now can be called sad and angry. Is he suspicious? Everyone will be more cautious, right? Is it better to say that the Emperor is too confident? Hades lowered the hand holding the snack and retorted,

"Nios, you may be too conceited-"

"You should get used to the way he talks, Hades, that's not what he means."

The door of this small room was pushed open, and Machado strode in with a tired look on his face. Hades silently put away his black area, and moved to the side of the big sofa where he was sitting.

Malcador glanced at him, and Hades suspected that Malcador wanted to harm him, but the old man didn't say anything in the end. He just jumped up and sat on the other end of the long sofa.

The furniture Guilliman used to entertain his guests proved to be quite comfortable.

The emperor spoke,

"How's Guilliman, Malcador?"

Malcador looked at the emperor with deep eyes,

"I insist you need to talk to him. He's in a daze, my lord, and he's trying to pull himself out of it - and I think having someone to help him at this point would make it easier. ”

The emperor was silent. Hades gave Malcador a cup of tea, and then continued to eat snacks and watch the show. The night of vigilance was very tiring. Hades had been listening to the abnormal noises in the subspace, ready to explode at any time. rise.

"I think you can console him enough, Malcador."

The emperor said slowly, but Malcador shook his head while holding the tea.

"My identity restricts me from going further. There are some words that can only be said by you, my lord."

The emperor's eyes fell on Hades;

"What about him?"

Malcador slammed the armrest of the sofa, making a muffled sound, and Hades next to him was startled.

"You can't do this, my lord. Although Hades is eloquent and glib, now we should be careful about his identity - not only whether Guilliman can listen to Hades's advice, but now Hades , even if he is standing in front of Guilliman, he needs to spend time and brain power to think about it! "

Malcador's voice softened again,

"Guilliman's nature is excellent, but sometimes he always thinks too much... He is a qualified politician, but reality often cannot accommodate people who are too rational... This world is inherently irrational, my Lord, you need Think about it again.”

The emperor paused, and he still looked at Hades.

"I think Hades is very suitable... Let's play a little game, Hades, give me my little finger bone."

Hades wiped his hands wordlessly, took out the necklace from his neck and handed it to the emperor.

"I suggest that if Machado scolds me again next time, he should at least avoid me."

"I also hope you will stop speaking shockingly, Hades."

Malcador said with a sneer, and Hades immediately opened his mouth to retort,

"What did I say? I rarely speak, and what I say is true-"

"Not as good as Macragge?"

Hades was suddenly stuck, and then words such as "I am telling the truth, you are right, old man, you are going too far," came out of his mouth.

Although Hades was still not used to the Emperor's grammar, Malcador and the Emperor were already used to his... Maybe it was because he talked a lot. The Emperor silently removed the wire from the little finger bone, and then placed it on the coffee table in front of the three of them.

"Whoever you point to will enlighten Guilliman."

Malcador let out a huge sigh, and the old man patted his leg helplessly.

"You are always like this, my lord, you cannot-"

The emperor blinked, with a rare smile in his eyes. He looked at Hades,

"What do you think of this idea, Hades?"

Hades opened his mouth, huh? So casual?

He glanced at Malcador, who was obviously speechless and closed his microphone. Hades paused...

"Okay—but let me do it."

"good."

The emperor readily gave it up,

"Two against one, Malcador, you lose."

He looked at Malcador, and Malcador's eyes seemed to be strangling Hades to death. He had always believed that Hades was the representative of reason, so why was he acting so randomly now? Shouldn't he join Malcador in admonishing the Emperor? Didn't he know that the Emperor would win in this game - that guy was psychic.

The guy with psychic powers is now holding tea with great ambition,

But Hades seemed unable to feel Malcador's resentful gaze. He was looking at the little finger bone intently at the moment, placing his hand on it,

"Three, two, one—go."

His finger bones spun on the coffee table, and the smile on the emperor's lips dropped imperceptibly, but he still looked confident of victory.

Malcador said nothing and looked at the Emperor with a serious expression. Small crackling psychic lightning began to appear around him, and ice quickly climbed onto the water in the teacup.

Hades seemed to know nothing about this, and still looked nervously and expectantly at the rotating little finger bone, which began to slow down.

"Makado,"

Hades suddenly spoke,

"Don't insult me ​​in front of me next time, or I won't help you."

Malcador was stunned. He instantly understood what Hades meant. The old man gritted his teeth and hummed in agreement - the next moment, the familiar and disgusting feeling enveloped him.

The smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth disappeared completely, and the faint golden light suddenly lit up. Time was running out, and he was ready to——

The spiritual energy around Malcador suddenly surged, suppressing the Emperor's spiritual energy as he thrust forward.

He looked at Malcador, who had a mocking smile on his lips.

The Emperor directly wiped away Malcador's psychic energy, and he quickly reached forward——

"Nios, it's you."

The phalanx had stopped and was pointing straight at the Emperor. Hades seemed to know nothing, pointing at the phalanx and looking at the Emperor with a smile.

The corner of the emperor's mouth twitched, but in the end he said nothing. He suddenly put down the tea cup on the coffee table, then stood up and left.

Hades and Malcador turned to watch him leave.

After the Emperor left, Malcador sighed weakly.

"How did you do it, Hades? Your black domain only cuts off psychic energy, and you can't do what psychic energy can do, right? Don't tell me you are just betting on luck."

Hades slowly wound up his necklace and put it on.

"I am a first-class forging master, Malcador."

Hades picked up a piece of snack from the snack box,

"Give me the shape of the object, its mass, the friction coefficient of the plane, the wind speed - and I can figure out how to play. This is science, Malcador."

"This is science, you two psychic swindlers."

Malcador felt that his liver was throbbing with anger again, but Hades... Malcador was still unable to refute Hades as always.

In the end, he could only watch Hades quickly consume Macragge's snacks, but he could not say a word to refute.

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