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

Chapter 599 48. Forget it, forget it

The settlement work in the Octarius Star Territory went extremely smoothly.

The main reason is that the war between the Orcs and the Tyranids consumed too much of each other's strength. Quite a few planets in this star field have been reduced to white land, and are almost completely useless to the empire.

The Orc and Tyranid troops wandering among them were found and eliminated by the Empire's army one after another because they had no supplies or hiding places.

Among them, Hades provided many valuable suggestions on how to clear out the Greenskins and Tyranids——

He directly provided the greenskin empire's list of greenskin shooting lists.

It lists most of the big greenskins with surnames in the Hades Empire, as well as the greenskin forces below.

The empire did not cross out all the names on this list. At least four-fifths of the Orks on this list had already died in the war with the Tyranids, and their bones were not left - they could not be recycled and further destroyed.

Hades did not expect that the empire could catch every big green skin for sterilization. In terms of the empire's efficiency, their current actions could be said to be incredibly efficient.

Hades played with the black stone ornaments on his waist. Every time a green-skinned warlord and his forces confirmed their death, he took off and destroyed an ornament.

In the end...only the black skull that symbolized the front teeth was left.

However, most of the green-skin fleet under the command of Qianshan had been confirmed to be dead. After repeated searches and still no news, the Mingzi had to give up this action.

...Hades wished it was dead.

During this month, Hades did not directly lead the army. With the help of Mingzi's database, Hades was making up for the current situation of the empire, the newly developed strategies, tactics, and logistics supply plans over the past ten thousand years...

No matter when or where you go to the database, you will see a Pluto who is immersed in reading - no, half of his brain is plugged into a data cable to transmit data.

This also inspired the children of Pluto to study enthusiastically. They stepped off the shuttle, with blood on the sickle in their hands before it coagulated, and went straight to the information room - you look at me, I look at you, pick a few political materials, and pretend to read. stand up.

Let me state in advance that although there has been strong political interest within Pluto since before Pluto came.

But most of them are limited to blowing water on each other.

As well as fooling ordinary imperial administrators, and deceiving some space warriors who only care about war and have no interest in imperial politics.

It has long been a tacit agreement among the Death Guard not to listen to the advice of the son of Hades.

Looking at the full data room, Hades smiled and said nothing. He had witnessed countless canned pursuits of the Primarch, and of course he knew what was going on.

If anyone is brave enough to come and ask him questions, Hades will also answer them.

Of course, if he was just pretending to ask a confusing question, Hades would just say a few words.

The son of Hades is eager to learn, and Hades likes to see this.

Just...hey! That mechanical sage over there! Why did you get into the exclusive data room of the Son of Pluto? ! What little bastard brought him in? ! !

Hades looked at the son of Hades, he was good at everything, but sometimes he was so courageous and had so many tricks.

He had reason to suspect that before him, the actions of these brats were even more outrageous.

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The meeting with Jin-306 was not that dramatic. On top of Kokotus, Hades met Jin-306 who was belatedly arriving.

Before meeting Jin, Hades had heard many descriptions about Jin from Pluto through the son of Pluto. In short, as the biggest contributor to the establishment of Pluto, Sage Jin was an irritable old man.

Hades thought for a moment. If every recruit selected into the Sons of Hades was so...active, then Jin's temper would make sense.

But when he saw Jin Hou, Jin just lifted up his red robe and bowed deeply.

"Praise be to you."

The electronic sound was calm, and then Jin straightened up and fell silent.

He just stood.

If there is a narrator on the side of the Son of Hades, he will record this interesting scene. Countless Hades are clustered around Hades, while the sage in red robes is alone, standing opposite Hades.

Compared with 10,000 years ago, Jin seems to have changed a lot.

Hades opened his mouth to speak, but Jin still looked businesslike, respectful but distant, and the atmosphere was not right. Hades thought about it and stopped embarrassing Jin.

After explaining the matter, Jin left.

He couldn't ask every old friend to be exactly the same as they were ten thousand years ago. Hades thought that maybe Jin's personal memory of him was very blurry, but regardless of deeds or heart, the credit and hard work of these ten thousand years were all Jin's. to complete.

After Hades confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Jin, he said no more.

Over the past ten thousand years, Kirkland has become more fanatical, while King has become more calm.

Hades thought.

But after that, Hades bumped into Jin who was fighting with Kirkland...and Buz Bella, who was watching the show and teasing beside the two gladiatorial sages.

Amid the deafening explosions, Hades decided to retract his preamble that he thought Jin had become calmer.

Seeing Hades' confusion, Buzz went to Hades specifically to explain the matter.

To put it simply, King deliberately focused on cultivating the next generation, the next generation, and the next generation... Unlike Kirkland, who anchored himself with the ultimate goal, King chose to use other things to dilute the fact that he was an old thing. fact.

Hades expressed his understanding and welcomed Jin to come to him at any time if he was in trouble.

Buz passed the message, but Jin still had no reaction. However, after a long time, the servitor beside Jin recorded a sigh from the great sage.

Someone always needs to wake up.

He doesn't want to be the next Kirkland, he needs to have his own thinking and considerations.

On the contrary, Pluto forgave his disrespect... which actually... made Jin even more emotional.

He realized that his path to professional ethics would be difficult.

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【Macragge】

Another insect infestation.

The black wood burned by gunpowder smoke sprouted new branches, and a starling jumped around, with colorful stripes of light sliding across its moving feathers.

Calga raised his head and stared at the little bird in awe, as if he felt the gaze of the leader of the Ultramarines Legion. The starling chirped, flapped its wings and flew away, leaving only the trembling new branches.

Calga had no choice but to lower his head, gather up the layers of paper on the table in vain and with some authority, and continue to review and approve documents.

In recent years, since the Tyranid invasion two hundred years ago, Macragge has once again been plundered by the Zerg, but the good news is that this Tyranid force suddenly disappeared midway through the war.

Rumor has it that this Tyranid fleet traveled to Octareus.

The Octarius Star Territory is already controlled by the Death Guard. Calgar does not know the specific information.

But for the commander of the Ultramarines Legion, the Tyranids' attacks will never stop - some wise men in the legion put forward the hypothesis that the Five Hundred Worlds were listed as key offensive sectors by the Tyranids.

They can only continue to defend.

From the dense and overwhelming swarm of insects, some people stayed in the disaster forever, while the survivors continued to walk. The wind blew, the old trees sprouted new branches, and the birds would eventually sing again.

Although his leg bones shattered by Tyran were aching, and the faint smell of medical gel lingered on the tip of his nose for a long time after leaving the emergency room, Calga was convinced that he had survived, just like this time Same as Macragge.

Suppressing the pain that has not yet healed, Calgar is reviewing and approving documents. Most of the planets in the Five Hundred Worlds are in urgent need of reconstruction. The defense projects destroyed by the Tyranids must be repaired... On some planets, there are old wounds from the last Tyrannic attack. Not yet healed,

He opened the letter from Terra.

Calga frowned.

Under the seals were greetings from the high lords - praising the Ultramarines for their heroic feats against the Tyranids, and then asking the Five Hundred Worlds if they needed support from the Empire.

support?

Calga's eyes darkened.

Every decree was filled with cannibalization. The greedy Terra took advantage of the fact that the five hundred worlds were exhausted in the desolation after Tyranids, and pointed their sword at Macragge.

Last time... they also tried this, but they were afraid of the death guards who were friends with the ultramarines, so they had to give up.

This time...it seems that even Terra is aware of the commotion caused by the Death Guard.

The paper clicked between Calga's fingers.

The high lords are not stupid. Terra only hopes for the planets on the edge of the Five Hundred Worlds. To be fair, after the Tyranids are raging, it is indeed a problem for the Ultramarines who lack talents to manage the huge Five Hundred Worlds.

But that doesn't mean they can't handle it well.

Calgar knew what the high lords meant. If the Ultramarines did not give in, the high lords were afraid that "something would go wrong" on the planet on the edge of the Five Hundred Worlds.

If the soft one doesn't work, then the hard one will do.

Calgar frowned. He was unwilling to give up these worlds. Once the hole was opened, he could never take it back.

But at this time...in the Five Hundred Worlds, Calgar is not willing to start another war.

No, never let it out.

He was silent, and the new leaves outside the window were still green.

The servant came in, placed a letter beside the silent Calga, and left again.

Calga sighed, raised his hand to rub his brow, and casually glanced at the new letter. A familiar self-portrait was printed on it.

It was an urgent personal letter of the highest order from Buz Bella, with a scrawled little head making a victory sign.

Calga took a deep breath.

He thought of the empty display cabinet in the side exhibition hall of the temple.

He didn't disrespect the old man, but the son of Hades' style made Buzz's reputation among the Ultramarines very subtle.

Although it was Buzz who came forward to help the Ultramarines many times, such as dealing with Terran politicians, communicating with the Death Guard, and repelling the Tyranids...

But he is really out of character.

If I had to describe it...it wouldn't be so serious.

Although Son of Pluto has an excellent reputation in the Five Hundred Worlds, it is a considerable burden for the management of the Ultramarines.

Thinking about how to deal with Terra Fang for a moment, Calga pressed his finger on the envelope, and after identifying it, he opened the letter from Mingzi.

[My dear extreme warrior friend:

After being away for many days, I really miss my hometown! Calgar, is it normal for Five Hundred Worlds to collect taxes recently? Will the Tyranids be repelled? Condolences to the Death Guard?

My work has been solved. Although the process was a bit scary, the result is generally good. It will be easier for me to deal with Karas. If I'm lucky, I might be able to give him a few words.

I know you are curious about what happened when I was suddenly carried away by the Death Guard overnight.

If nothing else, I was entrusted with finding the father of genes.

Found it by the way.

It’s alive~

There's nothing else, I just want to tell you.

Your Macragge, Buz Bella

Digression: In seven days, Hades will visit Macragge, Calgar, I hope you are ready.

Another digression: Terra currently doesn't know about Pluto's return - young man, seize the opportunity~

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At the end of the letter was a stamp reserved for the son of Hades to talk about business.

oh.

Hades is coming to visit Macragge.

--etc? ! who? ? ? ? ! ! !

There was a loud crash! Calga stood in front of the desk, the stool behind him lying on the ground.

who? ? ?

And – how many days? Seven days, seven days later? ! ! !

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【garden】

One greenskin...two greenskins...three...six...

Dark brown blood slowly flowed from the mud pit, corpses, swollen corpses, mutilated corpses, still corpses... corpses that were still breathing, corpses that were still alive.

Fine and continuous bubbles emerged from the mouth of Walkers who collapsed in the muddy water.

He was still alive, but rotting and swelling.

His consciousness remained, but as his life became blurry, Vox listened carefully to the roar of the Orks in the distance. He counted slowly, and every seven would provide him with the motivation to live.

One, two, three...six...seven.

seven……

He slowly thought of the defeated Eldar, their cowardice, their betrayal, their betrayal at the last moment, their betrayal of their allies in the face of Nurgle and their own flight.

Then they all fell into the stagnant rot of Nurgle.

Four, five...

He thought of Barbarus' everlasting fog, of the Seventh Company, of the dueling cage... and then the battle... the never-ending battle.

+He is here...+

There was noise in the distance, louder and quieter, scratching his eardrums harshly.

seven……

"Leave him alone! Run!!!"

+……+

+And the Eldar...+

Mortarion said with difficulty, + We can't leave for the time being... let him go back first... go back... rest... +

The original body held a gun in one hand, and the gun was covered in white mist. He bent slightly and pulled out Vox who was stuck in the mud with one hand.

Mortarion strode forward, spraying angry flames from his gun at the Nurgle Legion. He took the hand of his commander Vox and slammed it inward, causing Vox to retching violently.

+...not dead yet. +

clang! clang! clang! Karas struck the sickle three times with his machete, and a burst of white mist rose up, providing cover for their temporary stay.

Karas looked at Vox who was vomiting desperately with a complicated expression.

There was only one step away from that, and his and Vox's fate would be reversed.

Being buried in the Garden of Nurgle and eating... dirt, forget it.

"...my father...vomit...cough cough cough!!!"

Vox struggled and said,

"I... can still fight for you... I don't have to... go back..."

Mortarion weighed Vox, and the 305th fire support from the Death Guard in the distance began. The yellowish green sky was torn apart by the intense orange-red, and white flowers rose up, but the edges were hazy. outlined in black.

That was the negative black stone powder mixed in the missile.

+Go. +

The Primarch said simply, leading the assault force to continue moving.

+Don't worry...+Mortarion glanced at Vox, +He's back, Vox...go back...+