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

Chapter 666 Episode 114! Knot!

【Pluto】

"..."

Private 106-7323478-12 Meade from the 7th Platoon of the 13th Company of the 121st Siege Regiment of Krieger stared silently at the Hades missionary who was striding towards their group of infantry.

The missionary who is smiling openly is not here to preach.

On the contrary, they are traders who circulate in various Astral Legions. The probability of taking out erotic reading materials is greater than the probability of taking out Hades books.

Meade didn't want to talk. He and his comrades were lying quietly in the space transfer station on Pluto, waiting for orders from Terra——

Then the stargate on Pluto will open, sending them to the next battlefield.

In the past, simple bedding was not provided in transfer stations. He would squeeze in with his companions and fall asleep hastily.

But this time the Mechanicus provided them with mattresses marked with numbers and barcodes. I heard it was because the transfer of materials was more efficient——

Terra is using some new system called [Nirvana]. Meade doesn't understand them, but if it can make bullets and supplies reach the battlefield faster, then he will happily accept it.

"Praise Pluto! My dear brothers of the Death Army, take a look! I have the latest energy bar here - it is hungrier than ordinary energy bars. If you eat one, you can go without eating for three days!"

The missionaries finally came to Mead's side. These Hades missionaries would sell supplies based on the characteristics of each Astra Militarum.

And the Hades missionary certificate they obtained will allow them to move smoothly among various legions.

After all, Hades is the most stringent organization to prevent chaos. The big shots are not worried about these rats wandering around the legions spreading chaotic ideas. It may simply be because these Hades personnel have taken good care of themselves.

The Merchant Marines and the Adeptus Mechanicus sometimes resented these ungrateful guys for stealing business, but then their voices gradually disappeared.

Maybe they got a share of the pie, or maybe they were simply beaten away.

The captain next to Meade stood up. They would buy something more or less. The Hades missionaries sometimes provided extremely useful war supplies. As the deputy of the team, Meade immediately followed the captain and stood up.

The red-haired woman smiled and snapped her fingers. The anti-gravity transport box behind her opened, revealing the supplies inside. Mead saw that many places inside were empty.

"Pluto above, what do you want?"

The missionary asked naturally. When dealing with Krieger, don't expect the other person to speak first.

"...Pluto is above."*2

This is something that must be said when dealing with Pluto. They don't need you to praise Pluto, but you must mention him. This is a weird custom.

"Energy bar, black stone necklace, No. 684 motor oil."

Ran, the leader of the Krieg team, said, staring down at the supply box.

"Five complete pieces of large animal skins, and three skulls of medium psychic species, in exchange."

As the captain said, Meade dug out the trophies of their previous war from their team's package - originally Krieger would not take the initiative to save these things, but later they found out that Hades would collect them.

The red-haired preacher whistled,

"Good thing, there are some holes in the leather, don't worry."

"In this way, there are four boxes of energy bars, twelve in each box, and the No. 648 engine oil is gone. The Mechanicus thinks they are too blasphemous to the soul of the machine. The No. 713 is now in circulation, but it has a wider application range."

The missionary bent down and pulled out a small bottle of engine oil and threw it to the captain. Ran unscrewed the bottle and looked at it carefully for a while.

"Okay," he said, "and the black stone necklace."

"Pluto above!"

The Hades missionary laughed,

"There's no need for those gadgets, my friend. Each army will be uniformly equipped for this battle, you see."

She raised her head and motioned them to look at the officers who were negotiating in the distance. The people in Krieger's command company and the political commissar were talking to a sloppier-looking young bishop from the Hades. Next to the young bishop was another red man. The oil guy in the robe.

The woman smacked her tongue,

"Krieg is the key target. The higher-ups plan to assign a permanent team of soulless people to your two siege regiments - don't be too happy, this group of soulless people are all new recruits."

Soulless?

Both Kriegs felt confused at the same time.

The Soulless are generally given priority to the Death Guard and its sub-groups, then to the Hellhound Auxiliary Army, and then to the various armies of the Hades, the Mechanicus, or the commandos that are like putting out fires.

"Incomprehensible."

Ran said, this sentence made the woman start laughing again, and she made a scratching motion on her neck,

"You have been selected to become a key commando group,"

She blinked slyly, her cloudy eyes reflecting the face wearing a gas mask,

"There are not enough Death Guards and Hellhounds,"

She lowered her voice and said quickly,

"Therefore, some legions and Astra Militarum who are strong-willed, loyal, and not easily corrupted have been selected - and issued with anti-psionic devices and instructors. You will then go to another world, another universe."

"I heard that the army was personally selected by the Pale Lord. As you know, he is the only Primarch who has returned to the empire."

"..."

The Hades missionary looked at the Krieg soldier standing stupidly in front of her, as if he didn't understand what she was saying, but she didn't care about it, it was always like this when communicating with Krieg.

She bent down, took out the supplies her friend asked for, and stuffed them into Krieger's arms.

"As long as you can step onto the battlefield again, march towards death."

Captain Krieger Ran said this, holding an arm full of supplies. He turned his head and motioned for Meade to hand over the exchange supplies.

The woman whistled again,

"Good stuff, but I can't give you any more supplies. Others are still waiting for you - I guess you don't need me to give away pornographic magazines or cigarettes?"

They both shook their heads.

"Okay, Pluto, let me see what else I can give you. I don't want to be called a profiteer."

She pulled out a gas mask.

"I got this from a sage apprentice. He is a little guy under the great sage Kirkland. I heard from him that this gas mask can repair itself. I wonder if you are interested?"

Captain Ran was silent for a moment,

"let me try."

He said, taking off his mask, the woman opposite him opened her eyes wide and saw a very handsome blond and blue-eyed guy - he looked like he might not even be an adult yet, with the unique greenness of youth.

"A waste of natural resources."

The woman said, smiling and handing the mask to Krieg, watching as Krieg tried on the mask without distraction.

"Okay, I'll give you another kiss."

The woman turned sideways and moved towards the Krieg soldier at an extremely agile speed——

"Old woman! Get away from my soldiers!!!"

Commissar Elayne rushed over angrily, waving his bolter, but the woman had no choice but to give up, looking at the running commissar with a smile on her face, and put a hand on the shoulder of Krieg, who was confused.

"Put it down! Put it down!"

The political commissar shouted, and the woman reluctantly put down her hand on Krieger's shoulder. The two Kriegs did not understand their behavior and just saluted at the political commissar.

"Go back and sit down and rest! I'll pay for what you want to buy!"

Yilan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one for himself, and then flew another one to the Hades missionary.

Political commissars are the only non-Krieg beings in the Krieg Legion. These unlucky guys are assigned by the Ministry of Military Affairs. For political commissars, the Krieg Death Legion is not a good place.

The Hades priest put his hands on his hips and smoked in the other hand.

"What does our little political commissar want? Although I came to Krieger today to sell things, in order to take care of you, I still brought a few recreational books, as well as chocolates and candies."

Elayne waved her hand roughly,

“News, I want news—and can you get a tattoo here?”

These gangsters are also responsible for delivering news, and the nodes of the Hades that cover the entire empire are more convenient for these bastards. But the only good news is that if the Archbishop of the Hades speaks, or it involves the war between the empire and the aliens, Then the news about Hades will be free.

The woman frowned and took a deep drag on the cigarette. Tsk, inferior product.

"Getting a tattoo here?"

"Okay, tattoo it here. Which one has the best anti-pollution effect? ​​How many Terra coins?"

"free."

The cigarette at the mouth of the Hades lit up with sparks, the rolling paper was burned to the minimum, and the tobacco was exposed in a long way, as if it was about to fall off in the next second.

"free?"

Political Commissar Yilan was a little unbelievable. He looked at Hades, who smiled and took out the tattoo pen from the box.

"Of course it's free to preach to Lord Pluto, otherwise why would we make money?"

She raised her eyebrows and handed the tattoo drawings provided by the Hades Sect to the political commissar.

"Take off, take off your shirt for me."

The political commissar scolded these idle Hades rubbish in his mind while choosing the pattern he wanted. He got some rumors from other political commissars, and the next war might lead to a narrow escape.

Elayne had no intention of getting out alive since he was assigned to the Krieg Legion, but—the Emperor above, Pluto above, the Pale Lord above—he didn’t want to become neither human nor ghost.

He heard from other veterans that the tattoos provided by the Hades Sect were somewhat useful. Although the effect was minimal, it was better than nothing.

Yilan gritted her teeth.

"I want this."

He pointed at a bust of Pluto on the crumpled paper. The black lines were like dripping water, and a sticky demigod dripped out. He covered his face with one hand, and his scarlet left eye was exposed between his fingers. Below, there is "HADES" in curly font.

The Hades priest whistled, and a bottle of alcohol was poured directly onto the chest of the political commissar, making Yilan jump into shock.

"Good choice."

The red-haired woman took out a small bottle, which contained an ominous mixture of bone white and black powder. She opened it carefully and poured some into the tattoo pen.

She dragged the supplies box over and used it as a chair to sit on, then roughly took the paper from the political commissar's hand and gave him another piece of paper.

"read,"

The Hades Priest said,

"You have to read the prayer all the time when you are getting the tattoo, but you can actually say Pluto directly. My suggestion to you is that [Pluto] must appear once every three seconds."

After saying that, the Hades Priest immediately began to recite, her face expressionless, and Elan discovered that what she was reciting quickly was exactly what was on these pieces of paper.

"Alright alright--"

The political commissar took a deep breath.

“Praise be to Hades—ouch!!!”

"Don't scream!"

"Pluto! This hurts more than a normal tattoo!"

"The soul is weak! Pluto corrodes the spirit body - this is his test of your soul! Hold on!"

"Pluto is above!"

The political commissar felt like tears were about to come out of his eyes. It was not only pain, but also a severe feeling of powerlessness.

"So what is Pluto going to do when he gathers his troops for the first time when he comes back?"

"Zheng Zhan, have you forgotten the Chaos expedition of Pluto's best friend Death thousands of years ago? Political Commissar! This is not a required course for you!"

Yilan took a breath of cold air,

"Me? We're going to the warp?"

"It's almost the same, but I heard the environment is better than there. I don't know the specific information. I won't know until my colleague who went to Salamander to sell craft raw materials comes back."

"O Hades! - How many legions are there to participate in this expedition?!"

"At least three large armies must be dispatched,"

The woman said, firmly pressing the political commissar's skin that was shaking due to pain.

"Only Pluto can mobilize these arrogant big guys and countless war groups."

"Emperor-Pluto, I feel like I will see a legion that I have never seen in my life-hiss-"

"Don't think that having more Space Marines will make you more secure,"

Priest Hades sneered,

"We have begun to mobilize retirees, and the estimated loss rate of Mingjiao is over 85%."

Elan glanced at the red-haired woman in shock,

"You want to come too?"

"All the Pluto priests you have seen in these three months will go with you - instead of fighting on the periphery, Pluto wants us to go to the heart of the battlefield."

Elayne was extremely surprised, and he realized more and more that they were going to fight a very big monster, but so far, only the highest level of command knew what they were going to face.

"What on earth are we fighting?!"

"You'll find out in a few days,"

The woman laughed,

"Either Pluto or the Pale Lord will mobilize the army. Wash your dog eyes these few days - this may be the only time you see such a big shot in your life."

"Then, then - what will the team I lead face?"

Yilan felt the tattoo pen pause for a moment,

"The siege group of yours has been assigned to the Hades rather than the State. You will most likely appear on the battlefield with the Death Guard. The priority for new equipment on the Mechanicus' side is the Krieg 94th Siege Regiment and the 37th Assault Regiment. City group, your priority is after them, so you may not appear in the center, and you may cooperate with the Hades."

"and,"

The Hades Priest said,

"Pluto is benevolent. Don't worry about him using you as line-fillers - I know what you are thinking, political commissar. The outside world does have a lot of prejudice against the Death Legion, but Pluto is not among them."

"alright--"

The woman patted the political commissar, and with her other hand skillfully stuffed a piece of candy directly into Yilan who opened her mouth to speak, blocking the political commissar's doubts.

"Generally speaking, for ordinary people, praying to Pluto for more than three minutes can cause dizziness and hypoglycemia."

The red-haired girl put away her things,

"You are about to receive new equipment, so look forward to it. Those guys from the Adeptus Mechanicus are going crazy."

"Will there be new sapper shovels?"

A guy asked among the piles of Kriegs lying on both sides of the aisle. They seemed to be resting, but maybe they were not asleep at all, but were listening to who to fight next.

"have,"

The Hades priest laughed,

"New protective clothing, green-lighting melee weapons, automatic repairs, vehicles that don't require too many drivers... You don't know what the Mechanicus has come up with."

"I hope you will be courteous to the Mechanicum, ma'am."

A metal sound sounded, and the people who had just finished discussing in the distance dispersed. The sage came over and took out an engineer shovel from under his robe, which was the most commonly used model of Krieger.

"Look,"

The sage said, feeling that all the eyes of the crowded Kriegs were on him, so he pressed the button.

Buzz - The energy is activated, and a fascinating green light covers the blade of the shovel.

This is the phase engineer shovel.

"His warriors!"

The sage shouted fervently, raising the green-lighting engineering shovel high like a prize of victory,

On the other side, the Hades priest with a look of contempt was pulled aside by the political commissar.

"etc,"

Yilan asked softly,

"Propagating the gods, shouldn't this be the job of your Hades missionaries?"

"The Hades Cult advocates keeping a low profile."

The underworld priest's eyes twitched as he looked at the sage pretending to be so.

"In the name of Pluto! O great Om Messiah! Each of you will be guaranteed such a beautiful and dazzling engineer shovel! It can cut down all things! Soldiers! Before Pluto returns, this weapon will be more powerful than yours Every person in the company is precious!”

"But now! Each of you can have a shovel like this!"

Not only the iteration of technology, but also the R\u0026D and production privileges granted by Pluto, as well as the material integration brought about by the application of the Nirvana system, allow the Mechanicus to produce these weapons on a large scale.

Even though no one spoke, Elayne felt that all the Kriegs in the lounge were on fire.

……………………

"Your Majesty, the Emperor..."

The dark-skinned warrior stood in the flames. He looked at the scene in front of him with pain - countless young and mutilated Eldar corpses collapsed in the flames, and turned into ashes with the tongues of fire.

"Profane, so blasphemous."

Salamander shook his head;

"Why do they send children to the battlefield?"

Next to the Salamander Captain, a man wearing a full set of protective clothing with Hades prayers engraved on the protective clothing walked over and looked carefully at the charred corpses.

This is obviously different from the general Eldar, at least the general Eldar do not grow scales, the tongue is long and sharp, the eyes are dark and strange, the bishop felt his eyes burning, he saw the Slaanesh symbol tattooed on the skin of the corpse.

And among tens of thousands of corpses, similar faces always flash by.

"These are all failures."

The bishop of the Hades gritted his teeth and said,

"He is testing us, report quickly! Our current soulless troops are not enough, and they need to be eliminated here - otherwise the subspace will soon be confused with the physical world!"

……………………

"The meeting decided,"

Buz said calmly, but his voice revealed majesty.

"The Pale Lord will serve as the Sun Lord and lead the Imperial Army to fight back against the Eldar's defeated army."

"Now, those who hold opposing views raise their hands. This is the last time you can object."

On the long table, Mortarion, who had returned from Barbarus temporarily, glanced at the others with a deadly look on his face. Malcador, who was sitting opposite him, said nothing with a cold look in his eyes. The other high lords, except for the ones who advocated war, all looked at each other with their eyes and noses, and shrank their heads like quails.

"Then adjourn the meeting."