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

Chapter 603 52. A Trip

"... To Macragge?"

Mortarion, leaning on his scythe, breathed hard as his sickle bit the ground.

Around him, the thick mist had already formed its own area, corroding the stumps crawling on the ground.

A grunting sound came from under Mortarion's gas mask,

"Guilliman is not there... He found the wrong place..."

The whisper of the Pale Lord penetrated the mist, and Karas, who was resting beside him, laughed,

"You finally acknowledged Macragge, God of Death?"

Mortarion's misty eyes penetrated the mist and looked at the Eldar struggling in the mud in the distance,

"The Death Guard is here with me... He needs other troops."

The Primarch lowered his head, as if he was calculating something in his mind. After seven breaths, Mortarion spoke again,

"My brothers, they should come back... I feel the call of the Lord of Mankind..."

Karas laughed awkwardly,

"Did the gears of fate start turning after he came back?"

"No,"

Mortarion shook his head, standing on the captured garden territory,

"Everything starts with the decline of the Corrupted Sky - this will tell those false gods that their death is coming."

But... but he still can't completely erase Him... Mortarion can only settle for the second best and ensure the continued decline of Nurgle.

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"How is it?"

Hades said, he looked at Calgar opposite him, the Ultramarines wearing fine armor and with a restrained face.

He still couldn't get used to talking to a "god" on an equal footing.

Hades understood, he was like this at the beginning, he talked to Mortarion, his neck was twisted, and he could barely see the chin of the Primarch.

"You want to go to Terra, to..."

Calgar carefully chose his words, "to supervise Terra's political operations?"

Hades smiled, with a hint of fatigue in his smile,

"To seize power."

He said calmly, "Perhaps most people have not seen the crisis yet, but I have seen it, it is there - and is heading towards the Empire at a rapid speed."

Calgar still had that expression, his jaw was tight, so Hades continued,

He thought of Vorkes lying in the emergency room, he needed to drive the Empire, this behemoth, quickly,

"I think you understand the meaning behind this action, I don't want to hide it from you, if you decide to go to Terra with me - then be prepared for war."

Hades stated,

"I need to clear out some people, war is inevitable, but I will try my best to control the scale and time of the war, all I want is the management of the Empire - in order to deal with the next battle."

"Follow me, if successful, I promise you, Calgar, the flag of Macragge blue will fly over Terra again..."

This is also to let the Ultramarines produce management personnel. Calgar smiled,

"Sir, we just want to manage the Five Hundred Worlds well..."

He was silent for a moment, and put out the letter from Terra,

"But the Ultramarines will follow you, this is our unanimous decision."

As early as when they welcomed Hades with great fanfare, the Ultramarines had already decided to follow Hades into Terra.

"You know, the Five Hundred Worlds have always been at odds with Terra," Calgar said, "Thank you for your suggestion, on the other hand, we also hope to... find our father."

Calgar clenched his fists.

They have been guarding an empty coffin for a thousand years... Robert Guilliman himself is likely still alive, which has set off a huge wave in the Ultramarines... But... There are also problems that follow. Do the Ultramarines need to refund the money to those who come to worship because of "false propaganda"?

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The communication with the Ultramarines is very pleasant. Hades likes this kind of matter-of-fact discussion, presenting the demands and interests of both parties, presenting his own difficulties, and then exchanging.

The Ultramarines even said that they could bring the World Eaters directly with them. The World Eaters in the Ultramarine had already been on good terms with the Ultramarines. According to their friendship, Hades didn't have to show up in person.

Very good Ultramarines, love comes from Hades.

Although the Ultramarines took a long time to vote in the meeting.

Today is the last day of staying in Macragge. After confirming that Vorcus was fine, Hades decided to go out and take a look at Macragge, which he had been obsessed with. He hummed a little song, and Buzz beside him pushed a wheelchair with a lame Black sitting on the wheelchair.

As for why it wasn't Vorcus, it was because Vorcus needed to rest... and the Ultramarines didn't want the spread of biological weapons.

As for why it was Black, it was because Hades hoped it was Black.

Time was tight, and Hades was not used to being watched by a bunch of people, so they hurriedly visited the place where Mortarion and his party went that year. Because of the visit of the three primarchs, the street had been expanded more than twice.

Hades tasted the fruit-flavored pancake that Mortarion had eaten in the past. It tasted good, the light cream was sweet but not greasy, and the sourness of the fresh fruit added a lot of flavor.

Why did Hades not believe that Mortarion had eaten this thing in the past?

In Hades's imagination, if it were Mortarion, he would probably take a look and then shake his head in contempt.

Perhaps Hades should ask Vorcus to verify the answer to this question.

However, just as Hades was walking on the street, feeling the beauty of Macragge... he ran into the Sons of Hades performing acrobatics.

?

Hades, subway, mobile phone.

What did he see?

Hades turned his head, and in the hustle and bustle, he saw the street sign on the street - "Sons of Hades Traditional Culture Road"

? ? ?

In the crowd, the Hades wearing helmets fired ribbon guns to the sky, and on the marble high platform, groups of three or three of the Hades came out and began to perform dramas and difficult acrobatics.

The Hades behind the stage played music, the Hades in the middle played swords and guns, and the Hades in front of the stage... were selling snacks and souvenirs? !

? ! ! !

Ah? ? ? !

"Buz... what is this?"

Hades pointed to the distance tremblingly, and he began to be thankful for his good eyesight. At least the distance was enough now, and people in the distance had not discovered them yet.

"?"

Booze, who was secretly fighting with Black, raised his eyes and squinted in the direction Hades pointed.

"The tradition of the chapter, my father."

"What is the tradition of the chapter?"

Hades felt that his voice had trembled slightly, and his scalp was numb. Which chapter would do such a thing?

Oh, his men.

Encircled by the Ultramarines, Hades took a step back without a trace. The accompanying Ultramarines Second Captain Galen wanted to step forward to ask what happened, but Hades just shook his head.

"Don't disturb the performance in front... Let's go back to approve the documents."

Hades quickly retreated behind everyone. He was not so socially phobic - he meant social phobia.

At this time, Buz slightly widened his eyes. The former imperial regent realized that Hades seemed to be shocked by this.

Isn't this the tradition of the chapter that every Hades son is accustomed to?

As we all know, the son of Hades inherited the fine tradition of the Death Guard. The chapter encourages himself to cultivate hobbies.

Just like White Scar likes calligraphy and poetry, Salamander likes to be with the masses, Ultramarines like to hold meetings and seminars...

Personal interests and hobbies are allowed within the Sons of Hades.

But for individuals, hobbies cost money.

The fact that the war group has money does not mean that the individual has money.

On this point, the war group leaders of each generation of the Sons of Hades have reached a good understanding that the funds are used to buy guns and cannons, not to be used by these guys.

The soldiers protested one after another, but the war group leader waved his hand and said that there was no money but a life.

It is said that the turmoil of the war group at that time even attracted the attention of the Death Guard. The Death Guard asked the management of the Sons of Hades if they needed help-but they were decisively rejected.

In the second month, the regulations allowing individuals to "part-time" in the legion were issued.

After three months of trial operation, because the Sons of Hades took private jobs while performing tasks, the regulations were changed and they were not allowed to do part-time work by force.

So the soldiers began to perform for entertainment.

A month later, a large-scale joint department with organization, discipline and scale appeared, which was responsible for the joint soldiers to make extra money.

However, the subsequent fund tracking showed that most of the funds of the Hades were not spent on their own interests, but were invested in the construction of the regional Hades Church and donated to some public welfare organizations in the region, generally for post-war reconstruction or the introduction of technical assembly lines.

After seeing that his soldiers were quite clear about the bottom line, the Hades' war captain established an inspection team and then joined them completely.

On the contrary, the management of the Death Guard had approached the Son of Hades many times in the name of moral corruption.

But after Buzz took office on Terra, because the Hades and the Death Guard scolded Buzz together, and even produced three different versions of the stage play satirizing Buzz, the Death Guard also acquiesced to the "excellent" tradition of the Hades.

Although other legions and war groups also expressed their confusion, as the Son of Hades with the blood of Hades, this behavior was regarded as part of the glory of Hades' humanity, and even given the color of blessing for the return of Hades.

Because in some rumors, Hades is indeed described as "good at talking and moving" and "extraordinary ingenuity", and the action of the Son of Hades also proves this view and has become the argument of many Hades believers.

This is also seen as evidence that the Son of Hades and the Death Guard are opposites of each other.

The reputation of the Son of Hades is already strange enough, and one more thing is fine.

After a performance, the local Hades cult will flourish rapidly.

Looking at the black-armored warriors who have begun to somersault in the air in the distance, Hades was shocked.

This is indeed a continuation of his thoughts, but to be fair, Hades would not do such a thing when he was still a space warrior.

He would only go to the wealthy mechanical sages to cry poor.

Maybe because he is too conservative.

"Do you want to go and see, father?"

Booze swallowed the fruit in his mouth, "It looks like they are performing a third act that satirizes me... but I can accept it."

"No-no!"

Hades immediately refused. If he went over, with his conspicuousness, he would definitely become the focus of the audience.

What happened next can be guessed with a hair! Either he was being stared at and made to give a speech, or he was being juggled by the excited Mingzi.

He didn't want to be socially dead.

"Don't bother them, I appreciate this tradition."

Hades said silently,

"But don't contact me for now."

... The starting point was good, the ending was good, but he couldn't afford to lose this person.