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

Chapter 604 53. Political struggle

【Terra】

William held the parchment that was almost above his head in his hands and walked hurriedly in the clerical hall, passing through the long corridor, and there was a loud noise behind the private office of the head of the Ministry of the Interior.

The red-haired middle-aged man stopped. His blue-green eyes were like the stars in the sky, and he looked at the guard guarding the door for help.

The guard's mechanical eyes scanned him,

"The steward's hereditary secretary, William, has sent the interview request."

The shouting and cursing inside the door stopped, "The application is approved. Welcome, hereditary secretary to the steward, William." The guard bowed and the door opened automatically.

"Come in!"

The panting Imperial Interior Minister was sitting on his big ornate chair. The documents on the desk were scattered all over the floor. William glanced at him without leaving a trace. The little boy who usually served the nobles had long been frightened and hid.

"Good morning, my lord."

Holding the pile of documents, William knelt down respectfully and lowered his head. He was in no hurry to get up without the order from the steward.

A sneer sounded above his head, and a moody voice sounded,

"Are you coming to see the joke too? Oh, dear, I see your sleeves are a little dirty. Is it the engine oil - the oil guy or those line fillers?"

William shook his right hand. It had indeed been grabbed by someone before, but he was sure that there was no stain left.

"It's the Astra Militarum, my lord," William said respectfully. "They want to know the truth of this matter in order to confirm the size of the assembled army."

The first ones to know that [the deceased] had returned were the Assassin's Court and the Inquisition. Since the Ministry of Internal Affairs had close ties with these two departments, the General Manager also knew the news.

"Gather the troops?!"

The man's sharp voice laughed angrily, "Are they going to welcome him with a military parade, or are they going to try to hit the stone with an egg?"

William said nothing;

"My lord," William said dullly, "open the door and welcome the deceased back."

"I think so!"

The steward's tone changed and became gentle again, "I know what I have done, William, and you also know what you have done..."

"The deceased may not have valued this," William continued, "this position requires us to do so."

The sound above him was silent, leaving only the sound of scraping paper. William heard the rapid breathing of the waiter somewhere in the huge room.

After a long time,

"I remember... there is a Hades priest in your family?"

William nodded, "My uncle."

"You think I don't fucking know?! The relationship is your master's fault?! The Pope of Hades even fucking begged me back then!!! Now I'm not hanging my fucking tail in meetings of lords every day. Put on a bad face!”

The ink pad hit William hard, and William made a muffled sound and said nothing.

"It's no use! It's no fucking use!"

"Macragge - he went to Macragge. Those damn Macragge gangs who want to rebel have long been displeased with us!"

"You can try to apologize."

Blood flowed from William's head, "The Ultramarines are not... reckless, we have time to find a scapegoat."

The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs was silent for a moment, then he became calm,

"It's useless," he said. "Even if I tried to surrender, those psykers would drag me down. They are pure mad dogs now."

Astropath, Navigator, and Star Torch Palace, for these three departments, the sword hanging above their heads is finally about to fall.

Even they have never understood Pluto's true style.

William thought for a while,

"Perhaps...as long as they prove their innocence, the deceased will not make things difficult for them."

Sudden silence, then a small, crazy laugh, the sound of chairs mopping the floor, the sound of footsteps,

"William, William," the steward said, "sometimes I really wonder if you are a disgrace to the Qi family. How come the William family has such a retard like you? Do you want to believe that the biggest leader of the soulless people will forgive psychic powers?" By?"

The steward walked around William, stepping on the papers on the floor. William watched coldly as the footprints were printed on the distress documents from three planets.

The manager raised his head and looked at the relief carved on the wall behind his desk. The God Emperor and Pluto were at each end, without saying a word.

"How could this be true?"

The steward started talking to himself,

"Do gods really exist? Then why do they allow so much suffering and sin? We are already standing at the feet of the God Emperor, can't He see all these things? Since He has not punished us, does it mean that He has forgiven us? "

William said nothing, his face calm.

The steward laughed,

"How can God exist? It's just something fabricated to fool the ignorant people into suffering - something that pretends to be a god or a ghost. Why should I be afraid?"

"Yes, yes," he raised his palms, "it's just a pretense."

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Finally, standing in front of the relief of the gods, the steward stopped, his face pale.

The idol looked at him calmly.

"My lord," William said suddenly, "how should I reply to the Astra Militarum."

"No reply," the steward said. He was as angry as a gossamer, but his tone was very firm. "Delay, we will delay whoever comes. Now we start to destroy the evidence...burn half, leave the other half to make scapegoats, prepare the sedan chair, and call the tauren war group. Come and accompany me. When a lunatic like the psyker comes to find me, I will have already confessed my sins in the secret room of the Hades Cathedral."

The drag-zi tactic is the most useful in internal affairs, and the manager is the master of the drag-zi tactic.

"Provoke them," said the Steward. "Bring out the squad and lure the psykers to the archives...and you'll know what to do."

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Sitting on the throne, Hades silently stared at the son of Hades standing guard in front of him.

He looked at Mingzi's majestic appearance and could not connect him with Mingzi who was spinning in the sky a few days ago.

But the smell told him that it was him.

Due to being too social and awkward, Hades simply gave up the possibility of mentioning the "so-called" tradition of the war group to Mingzi.

For the first time, he felt so regretful - regretful about why the Death Guard failed to stop the Mingzi.

To use an inappropriate analogy, if a child eats shit outside, it would be quite embarrassing for the adults.

In addition, Hades has received many gifts spontaneously prepared by Pingzi in the past few days - he seems to know where the funds for these gifts come from.

Most of them are food, some are books, and there are some dried enemy heads...

The food was eaten and the rest was put in the storage room.

The Ultramarines have begun to mobilize, and it seems that after the meeting, they all agreed that it would be a good choice to go to Terra with Hades to fight.

The stakes are clear, the nepotism is also very clear, and hesitation is a big no-no.

Hades originally wanted to talk to Calgar again, but because he learned that Guilliman was not dead, the leader of the Ultramarines Legion himself was not in a good state recently - at least Hades saw that he needed a long period of time Only time can slow down.

Suddenly, countless cobalt blue battleships left their posts, and the warriors fighting for order and glory put on their helmets. The blue ocean rolled, surging to keep up with the footsteps of the dark tidemakers.

Hades also confirmed with Vox again and again that Mortarion did not need support for the time being, but Hades could start catching the Eldar in advance.

No rush... let him enter Terra first!

Because they were going to the maelstrom, the Mingzi took the first step and went to connect with Huron, the Claw of the Stars, and Faos in the maelstrom.

After discussing with Kirkland and Butz, they all agreed that facing someone like Huron, a powerful start was obviously the best way to start.

The diluted black tide rolled lazily, and Hades felt strange souls being brought to the deck... It did have a bit of heresy, but it didn't matter.

Compared with the turbidity of Vox's soul, this is already very pure.

"coming."

Hades whispered, snapping his fingers and turning off the lights.

There was a buzzing sound, as if the power system had stopped running. The living room darkened, and a faint cold light flashed in the eyes of the wolves.

Huron paused as he walked along the corridor,

"Why, we are not welcome?"

He asked jokingly, but Blake, who was leading him, just glanced sideways at him.

"We are poor in the group, so we can save electricity this way."

This answer really choked Huron. He was sure that he was a little angry. He had seen arrogant mortal nobles and brainless Space Marines, but what the hell was this?

Give him a showdown?

Huron sneered in his heart. He didn't think that the so-called primordial body or the so-called gods were much worthy of praise. But those Space Marines who borrowed the name of the primordial body became arrogant?

Angron disappeared directly, and Guilliman was pulled down by mortals, not to mention Magnus and Alpha hiding in the subspace...the original body was nothing more than that.

The high lords are nothing more than a bunch of fools who just lie in their easy chairs and collect taxes every day, imagining that the tax money is growing from the ship's cargo hold.

Huron was sarcastic in his heart, but he still felt his heartbeat speeding up. Although he looked down on most people, including the Lao Shizi Pluto who popped out of the corners of his head to show off, Huron knew that Pluto was under the protection of the Death Guard... It would be an understatement to call him the eldest son of the Death Guard.

The Death Guard...are under the leadership of Mortarion.

If there are any heroes Huron admires, then Mortarion is definitely at the top.

He personally contradicted Terra, swallowed up the Storm Star Territory, and operated it, and then conquered more subspace territories.

According to Huron, Mortarion is the true human hero.

It's a pity... Huron glanced contemptuously at Pluto who was standing guard in front of the door. Compared with tough guys like the Death Guard, Pluto's son can be called a misfortune to his family.

He does not believe that gods exist. Even if gods exist, it has nothing to do with him. He has lived for so long and gods have not paid attention to him.

Oh no,

Huron thought with some black humor that now the god himself came to deal with him.

The door opened, the cold air blew across his face, and the hall was dark. Huron paused and stepped in without looking back.

Squeak—bang!

The door closed behind him, and Huron opened his eyes wide, trying to take in the large being sitting on the throne.

In the darkness and Ruoyinruowu's vomiting sensation, Huron couldn't see what Pluto looked like at all.

Instead, the red light in his left eye stared calmly at Huron.

Huron swallowed, suppressing the feeling of vomiting and surrender, he stood upright, even rudely, opposite Pluto,

"I heard that the Ming sect doesn't allow you to kneel down,"

Huron smiled, hoping that the corners of his twitching lips were a mocking smile.

Isn't it just a show of force?

"Lutef Huron," Hades said unhurriedly, "The Black-Hearted King of the Maelstrom, whose name I have admired for a long time," was ignored by the being who was sitting lazily on the throne.

"Pluto - I have heard about your deeds since I was born. I am really curious that the dead sculpture in the church can one day stand alive in front of me and speak."

Pluto paused for a moment, and then a slightly smiling voice sounded,

"That's really fate... Since it's fate, are you willing to come and work at my place?"

So direct?

Huron was stunned for a moment, and then quickly began to think.

He had known that he would have discussed it if he had been called over, otherwise Faos would have gone to war with the Star Claws, but Huron estimated that he would just be taken in as a dog, just like Terra's face.

But... Expressing his intention so quickly... Huron licked the corners of his chapped mouth. These arrogant guys really think everyone will obey them?

Then he wouldn't be polite, pretending to be good, and planning things in the future, Huron was already familiar with it,

"I would," said Huron, "but what is your intention?"

"What a coincidence," Pluto said, "I don't know what you are thinking, Huron, resisting Terra's taxation in the name of hunting down Faos, and then leading the tax collection team sent by Terra to Faos' mine. star?"

The smile Huron just showed was stuck. The feeling of being played with made him angry. Why——

Pluto's words interrupted his thinking,

"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman wins. Huron, you are a very good fisherman. When you come to my place later, I will ask Buz to communicate with you more. He also likes fishing."

"You might as well speak more clearly," said Huron coldly, "or do you like to humiliate?"

"I want you to do things as a fact, and your little hobby of fishing is also a fact. How can stating the facts be called humiliation, Huron? Or you also feel that the things you have done over the years... have not been handled properly."

Huron couldn't help gritting his teeth. If the damn old thing couldn't be beaten...

But unwilling to give up, Huron is not a brainless young man. He has long passed the years when Space Marines shouted for the Emperor and charged towards the battlefield.

"It's a helpless move," Huron whispered, his tone now like a barking dog, "Caught between two equally powerful forces, this can only be done... Why should we give it to the powerful people of Terra?" Being a dog? To add a little more stability to their dreams of Simmons? Give me these wasted resources, and I can save more planets, while Faos..."

Huron's voice softened, as if he was subduing,

"My lord, you know how greedy the sages are."

"That's true," Pluto said thoughtfully, "but I think the sages are not as greedy as you, Huron... I'm afraid you ate a lot, right?"

Under the extreme pressure, Huron suddenly sneered loudly,

"Sir, you wanted us to spit it out? No wonder you had to let the Claw of the Stars go... I'm still thinking, considering your size, I'm afraid you wouldn't have just let our little fish go - the hole in your fishing net is so small ? Not even sparing a small and marginalized war group?"

"Of course," Huron smiled and raised his hands in a helpless surrender, "We will personally offer you the savings we have accumulated over the past few decades without your urging."

"You are too nervous," Pluto said calmly, "Huron, the entire five hundred worlds are my logistics. Except for the high lord who is always willing to spend money, I don't care about your private property-"

"Then why did you summon me? Just to humiliate me?"

Huron asked back, laughing angrily, "You don't want to let us go, and you don't want money. If your life is at stake, you can come now!"

After hearing this, Hades sighed. The giant straightened up and looked at Huron.

"I won't let you go because of you."

Hades said, the darkness slowly dissipated, "Lutef Huron, the leader of the Star Claw Chapter who has single-handedly established his own power sector in the two major forces, I saw your ambition and Ability, now I formally extend an invitation to you, you have a chance to step onto a bigger stage."

"Provided that--"

Hades stopped and said nothing. He stared at Huron silently until Huron began to sweat and gritted his teeth and asked him what it was.

"What do you think it is?"

Hades asked, "Huron, let me give you a hint. I want to enter Terra and seize power. Why do you think it is?"

For greater power? As a god, he naturally cannot stay at the feet of mortals, and naturally he cannot look at the faces of those garbage people. This is simply a great shame and humiliation.

Huron thought of this answer almost immediately, but his pounding blood vessels told him that this answer was wrong. He gritted his teeth. Since Hades wanted to recruit him, but wanted to beat him, it meant that he had done something right. , those who meet Pluto’s standards, but also those who make mistakes, which Pluto does not want to see.

Huron thought of his youthful days. He initially wanted to be a leader, for no other reason than because he believed that he could manage better and build more than those fat-bellied nobles. In a stable star sector, he can conquer more territories...

So……

"You want to revitalize the human race?"

Huron gritted his teeth and said that he had determined that his skills were inferior to those of his opponents, and he was completely overwhelmed. The opponent was beating him just to ensure that he would follow him obediently.

But what's even more hateful is that just a few words...a bigger platform...entering Terra...this almost hit Huron's soul. He has been trembling for decades, isn't it just for these...

"If so, then Lutef Huron is willing to follow Hades."

Huron took a deep breath, knelt down and saluted,

"The premise is that I cannot cross the bottom line of human beings?"

Hades laughed.

He just likes talking to smart people.

"Booz," Hades said, showing a somewhat cunning smile, "notify the Sages of Phaos and ask them to put down their weapons - there is no need to surround the Star Claw."

Hades stood up, walked over and pulled Huron up,

"No need to kneel,"

Hades said quietly, "Welcome. Also, be prepared to work overtime."