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

[Today’s brainstorming, let the originals read something strange]

[This chapter is free. Well, there is really no nutritional stuff. Throw away your brain. Throw away your brain. I will only remind you once. 】

[The "*" part is for intensive reading]

This is a hut, think of it as any reading environment you feel comfortable in, and then stuff it with a few chairs that the Primarch can sit on, and arrange them in a circle.

"So, what is this for?"

Hades reached for the Macragge dessert on the table, but he couldn't reach it. Angron opposite him pushed it to help him reach it, while Mortarion stared at Angron silently.

He looked at Malcador in front of him. The old man was silent and looked at him as if he wanted to throw Hades out and beat him.

This small circle is not full. Currently there are only Angron, Mortarion, Guilliman and Hades, plus the host Malcador inside. The good news is that Hades is very familiar with them. , so Hades reached out his hand and attacked the most cost-effective dessert on the table without hesitation.

Malcador was smiling but not smiling.

"Read - to fill your empty head, Hades."

The regent's words directly triggered the simultaneous rebuttals of the three primarchs. Angron roared loudly, Guilliman tried to persuade the old man to be sensible with some shame, and Mortarion directly stretched his hands to his waist. , there hung a pistol and a lantern.

Hades waved his hand indifferently, signaling for everyone to calm down. He expected that Malcador had not eaten today, otherwise his attack power would not be so low.

"Then come."

Hades passed a piece of snack to Malcador. Malcador took it naturally and threw the book in his hand directly to Hades.

It was Mortarion next to Hades who looked at Malcador with a look of surprise mixed with disgust, as if he was wondering when Hades got together with such a scumbag.

Hades, who was wiping his hands with a handkerchief and picking up the book, didn't see Mortarion's reaction. He stared at the cover of the shitty green book and read out thoughtfully,

""I don't want to be a bad can?! The original short version is the review selection" - what is this?"

It does sound a lot like the unclear words that Hades usually likes to shout.

He looked up at Malcador with some curiosity. Malcador still had the smiling face that he had been asked to work overtime for thousands of years. He looked at Hades friendly and rolled his eyes.

"All right."

Hades was used to it, and he continued to turn to the next page,

"Oh! Guilliman, read it."

Hades opened the page, which read [Please Robert Guilliman—the king of overtime, the king of farming, the ambitious regent, and the king of Macragge, read this paragraph]

Mortarion laughed loudly, and he was sure he saw Guilliman's ever-changing slick expression twitch for a moment.

Guilliman slowly and carefully took the book. He returned to the smiling politician at the banquet, as if he was laughing with the non-existent mortals around him.

[...a very interesting nickname, it reminds me of those folk humor dramas. 】

Guilliman took a deep breath,

[But I don’t know where the title “ambitious regent” came from. 】

He carefully and slyly observed other people's reactions to these words. Malcador, the real regent of the empire, was still rolling his eyes at Hades, Mortarion's hands were still dangling around his waist, and Angron was Boredly, he rummaged through the snack basket and handed a piece to Hades.

No one cares about him.

Not everyone seems to share Guilliman's otherworldly political acumen.

Guilliman secretly breathed a sigh of relief at his discovery. He opened the first page, sincerely hoping that others would continue to do so, because he knew that such books usually have quite spicy language.

【Chapter 293,】

Fluent Gothic sounded, a perfect reading talent,

[A simple vacation. 】

Guilliman continued to look down, his eyelids twitching vaguely,

[When the rickety ship finally appeared over Terra, both Hades and Malcador breathed a sigh of relief. 】

Hades stopped chewing and turned to look at Guilliman with a confused look on his face, while Malcador's sinister gaze was pointed straight at Guilliman.

Angron looked interested, and Mortarion's expression turned gloomy.

Guilliman put down the book in his hand, raised his hand innocently, and looked at Malcador,

[Should I continue? 】

"continue."

Malcador said through gritted teeth.

So Guilliman continued,

*[The long subspace voyage consumed all the patience of the two of them, and Malcador felt like he was holding in his mouth——]

[Hey, I can't...I can't read it like this? ! 】

Guilliman said awkwardly,

[These words are so dirty that I can’t pronounce them. 】

"Then let's see if it has any hints."

Malcador said calmly, but it sounded like he was gritting his teeth.

Miraculously, when Guilliman lowered his head again, he saw a line of small words appearing on it,

+You can leave it to Hades to read the next few paragraphs. +

Guilliman decisively threw the hot potato to Hades, who looked at it with interest, and then he laughed,

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, Macado, you have today too!"

Hades read it aloud without hesitation,

* "The long subspace voyage consumed all the patience of both of them. Malcador felt like he was swimming with a mouthful of shit. He could neither spit it out nor swallow it."

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

Hades let out a huge, mocking laugh. Malcador silently and magically took out a huge golden scepter from under his black robe. The old man stood up and walked towards Hades.

Mortarion stood up expressionlessly. He stood in front of Hades, the Lord of Death lowering his scythe.

By the way, Mortarion also hit Hades's foot with a sickle pole, telling him to shut up and at least be more humane.

Angron smiled and pulled Malcador directly. The Lord of the Red Sand asked curiously,

[What on earth are you doing, Malcador, do you feel this - this feeling? 】

The corners of Macado's mouth twitched,

"Keep reading."

He said,

It was so fun, Hades decided to continue reading,

"Hades didn't get much better. He felt that Malcador was using his spiritual power to force him into a large vat filled with vomit, and the vomit was still yelling at him for being incombustible. Rubbish."

Hades's voice gradually became quieter.

"Uh...well, that's it."

Just when Mortarion was about to ask Hades if he felt this way every time he jumped into subspace, Hades behind him started screaming strangely,

"Psychics and soulless people can't have a good outcome after all. Malcador, you and I are destined not to be together! Even though feces and vomit may be a perfect match, they are ultimately the same thing as heaven and earth!"

Mortarion pondered for a moment, and finally he silently took a step to the side, watching Malcador walk past him arrogantly holding up his crutch.

The next reading was done by Guilliman, accompanied by the sound of a huge psychic waving cane, a powerful psychic muscle spell, and the sad "Makado, you have no respect for the elderly, no respect for the young, and no martial ethics." of shouts.

Mortarion expressionlessly accepted the snack with Macragge's symbol from Angron. He should have realized this.

In the end, Malcador stood there panting with his crutch, while Hades continued to scream loudly without any damage, nimbly rushed into the attack range of Malcador's crutch, yelled and then immediately withdrew.

Mortarion should have realized that this was the guy's way of entertainment, and the three Primarchs quickly adapted to this ridiculous situation.

The background sound of Guilliman's reading was stuck, and he stopped at where Malcador asked Hades to comment on Terra.

It's boring, Mortarion thought. Guilliman had just finished reading how rubbish Terra was. It was a huge religious garbage dump. What else could Hades say about it?

He heard Hades yelling shrilly behind him,

"Don't read! Don't! Guilliman—"

boom! Malcador gave Hades a sap directly, and the old man shouted angrily,

"Read! You dare to say it but don't mean it!"

Guilliman trembled and whispered the sentence in disbelief,

[I feel... Terra is not as good as Macragge? 】

Hades looked at the two huge figures walking towards him with a sneer on his face.

"Well, if you have something to discuss, a gentleman won't do anything until you do it."

Mortarion's eyes never blinked, and he lowered his scythe

[Why Macragge? 】

Guilliman also stared at Hades with a smile on his face.

[Why Macragge - I think you know the political significance of Terra, Hades, did you... do it on purpose? 】

Now Guilliman knew why Malcador had been targeting him all that time.