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

Chapter 336 325. Love comes from the Death Guard

If Hades could see other people's favorability towards him, he would now be confused as to why the Lord of Medusa, Fenus Manus, increased 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's that on your back?"

Hades was stunned for a moment;

"The Sword of the Old Enemy."

"To make it easier for you to understand, Hades, let me give you the simplest example."

Malcador whispered,

"Since the Sword of the Old Enemy is no longer on its intended trajectory, how can you expect that the Assassin's Sword will still reach its former location."

Hades got stuck,

"But at least the originals I just mentioned have some psychological problems...if they are guided..."

Malcador waved his hand and interrupted Hades.

"Hades, can you name a Primarch who is mentally healthy - or in other words, difficult to corrupt?"

Hades was silent for a long time, then he squeezed out a name from between his teeth,

"...Khan."

Malcador nodded, then shook his head,

"The Khan trusts neither the Empire nor the Emperor, and that's his problem."

Hades stared at Malcador,

"This should not be a matter of the Empire and the Emperor—"

Malcador 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 not realistic."

Malcador shook his head, and the old man's wise and tired eyes shot out from under his hood.

"Hades, the fastest time for an order to be sent from Terra and accepted by the nearest legion is one week, and the order is transmitted through the Astropath, which means that the waves of the subspace can easily interfere with it."

"The largest military organization in the empire is the Legion. How do you restrict the largest violent organization in the empire?"

Hades took a deep breath, then he sighed,

"I know...I just...hope I can do something else before the storm comes."

"How many times can I at least yell at people sailing on the sea and run?"

Hades' few human words made Malcador sigh with emotion for less than a tenth of a second. Then, Hades smiled and patted Malcador in a friendly manner.

"Old Ma, although the reality is bleak, as long as we work hard and work hard, greater blessings are waiting -"

"Go away," Malcador said softly. "Go away, Hades, don't make me repeat it a second time."

Malcador struck the ground with his staff,

"I will go to the legion you entrusted to inspect, and emphasize to my lord again that if necessary, I will suggest that my lord talk to the Primarchs, but don't expect this to change too much, Hades."

What's more, Malcador silently thought in his heart, there are more than one difficulties. Some Primarchs are accustomed to interpret the behavior of the Emperor and the Empire from the perspective of pure interests and politics, while some Primarchs are used to interpreting the behavior of the Emperor and the Empire purely from the perspective of personal interests. Analyze from an angle——

This meant that every move the Emperor and Terra made would have different repercussions, and the repercussions were not always 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 now."

Hades blinked,

"I will miss these wonderful memories on the Macragge's Glory, with Nyos, with Guilliman, and with you, old horse."

"I'm not called Lao Ma."

"Okay, old - Malcador."

Hades turned his head 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, then raised his hand, the Emperor holding a black braided rope.

"Replace that wire, Hades, I told you I had a rope."

Hades turned around quickly, with a smile on his lips,

"I thought I was just leaving. When can we see you again next time, Neos?"

Hades reached out and pulled away the rope, then naturally began to replace the rope.

"See you soon."

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 and spoke,

"It's time for you to go. Legion No. 12 is waiting for you."

Hades was speechless,

"Perhaps you should change your name to Neos. After all, he is your child."

"It makes no difference, but if you insist, then Angron's legions are waiting for you."

Hades sighed,

"Talk more to the Primarchs, Neos, maybe this will save hundreds of millions of lives."

"I will, it's you you should worry about, Hades."

Hades looked sideways,

"Don't worry, I am absolutely afraid of death."

Malcador snorted, not sure if he was expressing approval or disapproval, or if 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...a bit of Hades's damn bad taste."

The Emperor mused.

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Except for the two Primarchs Mortarion and Faenus, no one knows what the Lord of Death and the Lord of Medusa actually talked about that day, and what agreement they reached, but when Fainus left the Endurance, He left with a faint pungent smell and a harder and 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.

While 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 their war 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.

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