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

Chapter 670 118. The last calm before the storm

[Terra]

The cold wind howled in the dark night, and the twinkling lights in the sky were no longer distant stars, but fleets parked in the orbit of Terra.

The palace was brightly lit.

The house was in a mess, and the guards with exaggerated makeup ran around. From time to time, there were small, deliberately suppressed screams, but the Pale Lord still frowned unhappily.

They are now undergoing "styling transformation" so that they can appear gloriously and majestically at the parade later, giving great encouragement to the soldiers.

Even for the Primarchs, high-intensity work can make them look embarrassed, so decoration is necessary. Ten thousand years ago, this was a common process in some legions that paid attention to their image.

The Primarchs will not always remain perfect. Their hair will grow longer, their beards will grow, and stress will make them look more haggard-the skin will look worse.

So Sanguinius and Guilliman marked this matter as an official process.

Mortarion's reaction to this was extremely impatient. Perhaps the Primarch had learned how to deal with government affairs, interpersonal relationships, and psychological problems over the past ten thousand years, but he still hadn't learned how to manage his image.

After he awakened his essence, the Pale Lord might have given up on himself in this regard.

Therefore, this matter became more necessary. Hades' original words were,

"Moth Smash, at least you can't scare others."

Not to mention adding positive buffs, at least you can't add negative buffs to your own troops.

This is Hades' bottom line.

For the Pale Lord's dress, it is more inclined to cover the inhuman part, rather than like Sanguinius in the past, painting gorgeous makeup on his face, or like Guilliman, trimming his hair and beard.

Regarding Mortarion's styling design, six stylists have resigned and run away due to illness. Due to Hades's obstruction, the Pale Lord did not seek revenge afterwards.

The new stylist came to the palace with tears in his eyes. He thought he was going to die in the palace, but fortunately Hades promised him that he would not die.

In the noisy room, Hades sat on the sofa and ate snacks. He didn't need makeup or anything else. His armor didn't need waxing or repairing - because he could always make a new one.

He didn't need a face either. He could turn into a hollow face like a void dragon, or maybe the makeup artist thought that Hades' perfect image didn't need makeup -

She asked Hades if he needed to draw patterns on his face, and Hades refused directly.

Sanguinius would draw patterns on his face, sometimes in the shape of teardrops, and some eye makeup, but Hades didn't need any of these.

So he only needed to ask the stylist to tie some cloaks on his armor. Because it was a military parade, the cloaks were scarlet velvet - the color of the Mechanicus.

Hades became the idlest person in the whole room. He gloated over others being tortured by the makeup artist, especially Mortarion. The Primarch was like a bereaved mother.

Because the primarch's bone armor seemed to grow directly on the primarch, it was difficult for people to wax Mortarion and dismantle the armor. The stylist's solution was to cover the overly scary parts with cloth and design the shape at the same time.

Mortarion's wings were also a big problem. Taking Sanguinius as an example, the archangel had his own special guards to take care of the feathers, clean the blood stains and hang gold ornaments between the white feathers.

Hades had never seen Mortarion look at his wings directly, and the primarch seemed to dislike his wings.

On weekdays, Mortarion's wings were closed, and the outside was dark and perforated, like a rag cloak for mopping the floor.

When necessary, the pale lord spread his wings, and the screaming skull and mimic eyes flashed inside, giving all creatures present a san chack.

Hades admitted that it was cool, but - haha, red and hot, dazed.

This is worse than a villain. Hades dared not say that the wings of Mortarion, who was promoted to a demon in the original book, might be more decent.

When the archangel spread his wings and flew, everyone present was excited and their morale was greatly boosted; when Mortarion spread his wings and flew, everyone present was scared to death.

Hades simply admired this stylist too much. Under Mortarion's murderous gaze, the stylist asked the god of death to close his wings, and then took a few trembling people to wax the outside of Mortarion's wings.

The outside of the god of death's wings looked like the material of a rag, but it was actually scales. Waxing instantly turned the dirty black and gray into a decent black.

Mortarion felt the feeling of others touching his wings, and the primarch felt very impatient and very irritated-he could never understand the behavior of Guilliman Sanguinius and others who allowed makeup artists to poke makeup brushes near their eyes.

He glanced at Hades, who was lying on the sofa in the distance and laughing. He laughed at the suffering of his comrades. Mortarion felt that the reflection of Hades's teeth was flashing in his eyes.

Seeing Mortarion looking at him, Hades laughed even more happily, and gloating was almost written on his face.

Patience.

Tenacity.

The Primarch was silent. He couldn't refuse these - he also knew the importance of morale, and he needed to be aware of the warriors - could Hades stop laughing! ! !

At this time, the people of the Mechanicus and Hades came over and reminded Hades not to make such an expression at the parade.

Hades stopped laughing and looked depressed.

This made Mortarion feel a little relieved, and the guards behind him finally finished the waxing work that tortured both sides, and brought out a box of valuables -

There is glitter ground into gemstones.

They began to sprinkle glitter on the outside of Mortarion's wings to make the Primarch's wings look more like the deep Milky Way.

Mortarion grew restless.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

But he couldn't just curse and walk away - that was Karas's prerogative, and twenty minutes ago, Karas walked away in a rage.

He may be absent, but Mortarion cannot be absent.

This step was carried out quickly, and then he sprayed something to fix these gadgets. After it was done, Hades felt that the stylist might fall down the next second when his face turned pale.

But the strong warrior still did not give up. He climbed up the ladder next to the primarch, and then prepared to comb the primarch's hair and adjust his hood.

He was really a responsible stylist, and Hades was deeply moved.

Hades felt that Mortarion was going to kill someone. As his best friend, Hades hurriedly unleashed the disgusting attack on Mortarion in the Black Realm. The nausea successfully made the original body unable to get angry.

It seems that Mortarion's murder target has changed from stylist to Hades.

Hades blinked and mouthed at Mortarion,

"Tough, you can."

Mortarion was hopeless again.

At this time, the door was opened and Malcador walked in. Hades turned his head and saw the neatly dressed Demon Pattern.

The cloak was replaced by some kind of fabric with excellent texture, and low-key treasures and diamonds were inlaid on the clothing - people who often attend such scenes know how to pay more attention to their image.

Malcador also saw the battered original body. The old man laughed dryly, his mood seemed to have improved a lot, and then he sat in a corner of the room to rest.

The stylist continued to complete his work diligently, combing his hair and untying the knotted hair. The Pale Lord's long hair was like dried straw, and the quality was extremely poor, so it needed to be waxed.

Thousands of years ago, Angron would be good-natured enough to ask the palace stylists to rearrange his dreadlocks.

The shadow cast by the hood needs to perfectly cover the eyes of the original body. It seems that the stylist has given up on the idea of ​​​​colored contact lenses, but the alien-like eyes really need to be covered.

"Sir, will you, will you take off your breathing mask then?"

The stylist asked carefully, and Mortarion nodded. Hades knew that Mortarion would take off his gas mask in scenes that he considered important and where he could reveal his true thoughts-the original body believed that this It's a kind of honesty.

Of course, the premise is that he is not familiar with the opponent. After becoming familiar with it, the original body rarely does this. Hades thinks that Mortarion is simply too lazy to do it.

【You don't have to work anymore. 】

Mortarion said calmly. Hades looked at the stylist and was shocked. Apparently he thought it was "You don't have to work anymore because I'm going to kill you."

Hades hurriedly smoothed things over,

"He said you did a good job. You don't need to put on makeup anymore. Just rest - you did a good job."

The stylist was relieved. He cautiously bowed a few times, and then led his makeup team as if at a sprint and slipped into the side room without looking back.

【I feel bad. 】

Mortarion said, taking off his gas mask, Hades suddenly regretted letting the stylist slip away. The lower half of the original face revealed insect-like jaws, and the texture of the face was more similar to armor. The mouth More similar to a crack-like mouth decoration than a mouth.

It looks like the part of his neck that exposes his jaw is his mouth? Hades wasn't sure, the Primarch was amazing.

Mortarion calmly put away the non-human parts, hid his jaws, swayed with spiritual energy, ah, his face turned back to a human look.

magic.

Hades thought.

"I don't think the tough Primarch will be brought down by a little thing like putting on makeup."

Hades said, and Mortarion sneered.

[I would rather be tied up in prison... I believe this is the last time I will be tortured like this... I would rather let my other brothers bear this pain. 】

"Be more open,"

Hades said casually,

"I also have this plan. Let's go back and capture the other primarchs, tie them up and let them work."

Mortarion smiled arrogantly, looking more like a villain.

……………………

"I beg you!"

Political Commissar Yilan shouted bitterly,

"Get yourselves together! Tuck your shirts into your pants!!! Button up the ammunition bags! And you! Stop driving your engineer shovel!"

The Krieg Infantry Regiment under his command immediately made a small commotion, but most of them just put away their engineer shovels reluctantly.

Political Commissar Yilan took a deep breath. They were now standing not far from the palace. He stood on tiptoe and glanced at the long army. The densely packed army moved forward until it reached the sky.

The sky is still deep and dark, but the light spots on it also show a certain pattern. The ships are forming a formation.

They were in the regimental formation of the military parade. There were many people from Krieg, so they were in a large formation alone. At that time, they would walk around the corridor in front of the Gate of Eternity to receive the blessings of the God Emperor and Hades.

Elan was glad that he was Krieg's political commissar, because Krieg was quite disciplined, and at least they could walk out in a beautiful square formation - some regiments would have difficulty doing this.

His official position is not big enough for him to be included in the special political commissar phalanx of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Fortunately, just move around in a circle.

The political commissar thought that this was just a formality. Only when he stood on Terra and saw the crowds of people filling the mountains and plains around him would he realize the scale of this expedition.

From time to time, Imperial Fists walked through the crowded army, responsible for security.

But in the dark places where people can't see it, the eyes of the Children of Raven and the Children of Midnight are equally bright.

After another long period of waiting and marching, Yilan felt a little bored. The soldiers he led were not able to speak, and they began to miss the nagging follower of the Hades.

The red-haired woman went to the Hades' formation, and before leaving, she muttered why her best friend who had gone to Salamander with her had not returned yet.

The political commissar's hawk-like eyes scanned the Kriegs again to make sure that no one secretly opened the engineering shovel to admire it. The faint green light did not appear.

He checked his outfit again. It was said that Hades and the Primarch would inspect them together - Elayne meant that with so many people, how could they take care of everyone?

But he also felt that since they were gods and demigods, they must be able to notice everyone.

Yilan took off his political commissar hat and applied the pungent hairspray to his hair again.

…

"Jin-306 didn't come?"

In the scarlet team, the great sage at the front asked one word at a time,

Next to Kirkland, where Jin should have been was a female sage. The female sage smiled with a smile.

"My father is retired - he doesn't have as much energy as you - and he wishes you an early death from exhaustion."

"Haha, I will live three more lives than him."

Kirkland said, turning his head away from the little kid raised by gold, and a huge amount of data flashed through his mind. At this moment, countless Kirklands were working in different positions - and one was responsible for quarreling with other sages at the Academy of Athens.

…

"Silly big guy."

Soulless Sethia said nervously as they followed the end of the Hades' armed formation,

Behind them was a phalanx of psychic titans surrounded by Hades mechanics and ghost knights. Sethia felt that every time the titans behind them took a step, she was shaken and flew several steps in the air.

For thousands of years, the Silent Order has also become an armed force under the Hades. They are a separate force and are not incorporated into other imperial armies. They are not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Military Affairs and are completely free.

In front of Sethia and the others were veteran veterans who had experienced many battles. She felt her heart beating wildly. She didn't know whether it was because she was shocked by the Titan behind them or because she was nervous.

"I'm scared."

Said the soulless Ogryn Quehun'er.

"I'm afraid too -" whispered Sethia, who was not included in the ranks of the Sisters of Silence -

She failed the interview because her soulless physique did not meet the standard. The sage told her that Sister Silence's standards had been getting higher and higher recently. A hundred years ago, she would have passed the interview.

Therefore, she was directly assigned to the soulless army. The Hades Cult dispatched this group of people as needed, and the approval process was more relaxed.

"But just for a moment."

She comforted,

"Then we go to the battlefield. All you have to do is kill the enemy. No one cares whether we lose face or not."

After the military parade is over, their team will disperse under the dispatch of the Nirvana system and stop and stand in military posture at different locations in the corridor in front of the Eternal Gate - until the legion or regiment they want to follow arrives.

"We...which formation are we assigned to? The female boss?"

"It seems to be Krieger."

Sethia scratched her head,

"I heard they also like to use shovels - that's a good thing, silly guy, so they won't dislike us."