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

Black smoke was coughed out by the tank in circles, and the engine made a roaring sound.

Hades stood there and scratched his head, and immediately turned off the radio wave transmission just now.

Tank's cough became quieter.

".Feel sorry?"

Hades tentatively sent a binary wave,

Black smoke spurted out again, straight into Hades' face.

Hades wisely chose not to hide;

"Cough cough cough cough. Cough!"

After the thick smoke with the smell of engine oil dissipated, Hades took a deep breath, and then continued to type the telegram in his head,

"Well, I'm sorry, I thought you liked this."

"I like a hammer!"

"What misunderstanding do you have about machine spirits, boy?!"

Then it sent a binary curse word compressed package to Hades.

Hades was not annoyed. Compared with those people who couldn't tell what they were thinking despite all the twists and turns, he had great favor and tolerance for those things that spoke directly.

After all, the other party is just throwing a bunch of curse words at you, not a bomb.

"Sorry, sorry."

When the old car finally stopped panting, Hades still kept comforting it,

"."

"Boy, I've never seen your livery. Which legion are you from?"

"The Death Guard, formerly known as the Dusk Raiders."

Dusk Raiders. He knew them. These ground-fighting Space Marines were to his liking.

But it looked at Hades, whose face was stained by black smoke.

Alas. One generation is not as good as the other, and one generation is not as good as the other!

"Are you the only one from the Death Guard?"

Hades nodded,

"Yes, we are still in the legion's running-in period, and most people are not willing to come to Mars."

"Then why did you come here?"

Hmm. Hades scratched his head.

"Because I think I quite like machinery and the like."

"you?!"

The old car was about to spray him with exhaust fumes again, but it thought about it and held it back.

In fact, apart from this kid's disrespectful behavior at the beginning, he really didn't do anything else and kept apologizing.

But...wait? !

"You kid? I can't feel your soul?!"

Ah, Hades was stunned.

"I am a special untouchable."

An untouchable person becomes a technical sergeant? !

He's crazy? The machine soul will feel uncomfortable when it sees untouchable people!

Lao Che suppressed his annoyance at the quarrel and looked at the death guard carefully again.

Apart from the fact that it didn't look pleasing to his eyes, it didn't really make him feel sick.

But the other party really can't feel the soul.

The old car was silent.

Since he was the first person sent by a legion to study, and he insisted on coming here, he finally found out that he was untouchable. It is better not to attack the opponent.

"Let's do this. I'll send you a compressed package, and you can just play it when you use the machine in the future."

"Normal speed, no copying allowed!"

In fact, Lao Che also knows about machine spirits and so on. They only exist in the hope that users can use them seriously to complete their missions.

The rituals of the Mechanicus will only make them feel a little relieved.

Just use them well.

Take your machine seriously, give it respect, and let it fulfill its natural mission.

Except for the more special machine souls, as long as the user does the above points, the machine soul will be used by you.

Lao Che wrote a paragraph earnestly and then sent it to Hades.

This is a string of encrypted language, and it will take a long time for Hades to decipher the meaning of this sentence.

Before that, he only had to play this passage to the machinery that needed to be operated.

There was no guarantee that this would make his kind happy with Hades, but at least it wouldn't make them curse at him.

Okay, it's old, let it sleep, don't find people like this to torture it again!

"Boy, you will tell them later that the sages of the Mechanicus have shelved me or dismantled me. Don't use me as a teaching tool anymore."

"Also, tell Sage Jordan that I hate him and that he should let me die on the battlefield!"

Instead of being here draped in a bunch of funny fabric and listening to their nonsense!

Lao Che's bird servant turned. Seeing that he had just lost his temper at the Death Guard and would soon ask the other party to send a message to him, he should remind him again.

An encrypted sentence was sent, and Hades blinked.

"Okay, thank you for reminding me, I actually noticed it too."

Okay, this guy is not stupid.

The roar of the engine gradually died down, the old car shook as if it was completely scrapped, and there was no more news.

The completely abnormal scene shocked the technical sergeants in the distance.

Two Imperial Fists and Iron Hands walked over one after another, while the rest continued to watch from a distance.

In addition to the Iron Warriors, the two people who walked towards Hades were elites among the technical sergeants, and they were also the ones who were most familiar with machine spirits.

Of course, where there is the Imperial Fist, there will be no Iron Warriors, so the Iron Warriors continue their welding studies as if Hades is nothing.

Jin-306 also nervously emerged from the pile of metal that had just disappeared, but when he saw the other two Space Marines, he stood aside cautiously as the background.

"Brother of the Death Guard, what happened to you here?"

The deep voice of Emperor Fist Heslop sounded.

"ah."

Hades got stuck for a moment,

"Well, this car says it hates Sage making him work."

?

Imperial Fist Heslop and Iron Hand Kano looked at each other.

While pretending to be dead, a question mark appeared on Jin's screen.

What is this Death Guard talking about? Can he communicate directly with the machine soul? !

Terra, the Royal Palace.

Here they stand now, deep in the earth.

The coolness of the earth touched them, and Malcador could feel the cold air seeping from the gaps in his clothes.

The death-like figure now stood in the first door, and the black arch pressed down, imprisoning everything.

Death's eyes were fixed on Malcador, staring at everything that was incomprehensible.

"So the truth behind the Great Crusade is that it was a regime composed of wizards?"

Malcador sighed, and the thin wizard motioned to Mortarion, hoping that they would leave here first and then talk.

However, the original body did not move at all, and his right hand twitched unnaturally. Based on the muscle traces of the original body, Malcador judged that Mortarion most likely wanted to strangle him.

Malcador swallowed back his subconscious sigh, otherwise Mortarion would immediately implement his plan and kill the existence he thought was a wizard.

He is now a defenseless tamer facing an angry and unpredictable beast.

But Malcador is also a well-informed wise man. He knows what to say and what to do, and uses the skills of language.

"Mortarion."

He called softly,

"This is not for a wizarding regime, in fact it will end the history of psykers."

Death looked at him doubtfully.

"Think about it, when humans no longer need astropaths to guide the course of subspace, and no longer need to sail in those chaotic subspace channels."

"That's what he's trying to do now—"

"I want to see the Emperor."

Mortarion interrupted Malcador neatly. Even though some of the old man's previous actions had won his favor, this was not the reason why Mortarion could forgive him for concealing his witchcraft.

Makhado frowned without a trace.

"He's not here, he's busy with things that require him to worry more."

"So I'm not his thing to worry about?"

"I know what you are thinking, I am a dirty Barbarus peasant who may betray you in the future,"

"So you imprisoned me here, using learning as bait and the army as a threat,"

"right?"

Death approached him silently, and its shadow enveloped him, overlooking him.

The pungent poisonous gas choked his throat.

The hand of death is shaking, he wants to harvest life.

If it had been anyone else, they would have knelt down trembling in the primarch's intense anger.

But Malcador didn't, he just sighed again, and then said softly,

"If you don't believe my answer, you can ask your friends."

"friend?"

Mortarion was stunned.

Hades?

"What does it have to do with him? We are just illiterate people from a planet. What does he know about your plan?"

"Do you really believe he's just a regular Barbarus?"

Malcador stared at Mortarion.

Mortarion fell silent.

Now Malcador regains control of the conversation

"He was lucky and he was chosen."

Malcador began to walk towards the exit, and the Primarch followed silently.

The trainer continued to scatter bread on the road, and the prey picked up food behind him.

"Of course, he was unlucky too."

"But so far, he's doing pretty well."

But there is nothing they can do about the road behind.

He can also prepare the final acts for the Emperor's chosen ones.

"You know your friend's constitution, Mortarion."

"His constitution is his gift and his curse."

"Hades knows this, the Emperor has seen him."

Maccad carefully considered each word and spoke slowly,

"Then him. Then why is he?"

Mortarion asked stubbornly,

"Because he knew humans had no choice."

Malcador answered fluently.

"It's not that we took advantage of him, but that he wanted to change something, so he chose us."

"Of course, I haven't found any motive for your friend to do this so far."

Malcador carefully laid language traps,

"Otherwise, maybe our conversation will go more smoothly."

Hades' motivations

The determined figure who followed him to the top of the mountain to free Barbarus.

For humanity.

Mortarion was silent again.

Malcador sighed,

"So that's what we're doing."

"Didn't he suggest that you retain the Death Guard's think tank? Keep these and develop these just to better get rid of psykers in the future."

There was a brief silence.

You can change the topic.

Malcador quickly assessed Mortarion's image——

Perhaps his shortcomings in the eyes of others are his strengths.

You can give it a try.

"The end of the Emperor's plan is to free humanity from those beings in the Warp."

"And protect the human soul."

"His intentions are always human."

Malcador bit these words tightly, as if grasping the last few straws on the cliff.

Death laughed, and the sound corroded by poisonous gas echoed in the empty corridor,

"I see,"

"You trust me, right?"

"That's why you said that."

"He is looking at human beings, so there will be people who will be abandoned by him——"

"like me?"

Death smiles instead of being angry,

"If the Emperor's promise to me is death and humanity, then I will gladly accept it."

Makado breathed a sigh of relief.

Coming from a world that worshiped death, this scion of the Emperor never believed in glory or reward.

He also never believed in a gift given to him without reason, unless it contained thorns that caused him pain.

He only stubbornly believed in a bleak future.

Then show him the true despair behind the Great Crusade.

Then show him the Emperor's ruthless determination.

After the magnificent army and the glorious achievements, mankind has long fallen into quicksand.

Time is running out,

They race against time.

"The gaze of subspace is everywhere. What you just saw is his true hard work."

The tall primarch followed the rickety wizard away. Behind them, the black arch stood silently, sleeping and waiting for the future.

"ha?"

"A letter from Terra?"

Hades, who was scooping out porridge with a spoon in one hand, suddenly froze.

He was currently sitting at the dining table, surrounded by Techmarines of the Imperial Fists and Iron Hands.

In the distance, the wild wolf Manning looked at this side with resentment from time to time.

Hmm. Hades also wanted to bring Manning over, but unfortunately Emperor Fist and Iron Hand didn't welcome the wild wolf.

The servitor still held the letter in his hands, waiting for Hades.

Hades blinked and picked up the letter with no decoration.

The technical sergeants around him also started other conversations in a tacit understanding.

[how have you been?

I talked to the psyker Malcador, and the Empire appreciates the Death Guard's policy.

He promised to provide the Death Guard with some male untouchables in the early stage, but asked us to build a special anti-psionic team.

And we need to find the subsequent untouchable personnel ourselves.

This coincides with our original idea.

The leader of the anti-psionic team is, of course, you.

-

What was scratched here, Hades couldn't see clearly. -

But the cunning psyker is only paying lip service to these things for now.

"The time has not yet come."

That's what he said.

This is why I hate these psykers, they always deceive us with ambiguous language.

Malcador said that he would visit Mars in a few years and asked me if I would like to go to Mars to discuss with the sages some backup equipment for the Death Guard.

He said that most of my brothers have been to Mars and have reached some private agreements with Mars.

Maybe you can do it for me, what do you think?

——Mt]

Hades watched and took another mouthful of porridge. Malcador actually suggested that the Emperor form an anti-psionic team, but the related work was too trivial, and the Emperor's Imperial Guard and Sisters of Silence actually also had anti-psionic powers. effect, so I gave up.

To be honest, there were actually only a few psychic enemies encountered in the Great Crusade, and most of them were physical enemies.

Even if you encounter psychic energy, you can still chew off this psychic bone as long as you rely on the accumulation of firepower.

No matter what, Magnus's psionic legions are the Empire's choice when encountering psionic opponents.

So in fact, whether it is the Empire or the Legion, establishing a team of anti-psykers alone is actually quite thankless.

Now, just two words, tasteless.

But if we take a long-term view, an anti-psionic team is quite necessary.

The Emperor and Malcador were currently involved in the expedition and the Webway. Their top priority was to complete the Webway before anything happened.

Therefore, it seems very reasonable to find a legion and outsource all these things, taking up the legion's internal resources.

If it were any other legion, they would probably still be muttering the Empire's orders in their hearts, but if it were the Death Guard,

It can only be said that it is a two-way journey.

However, the Empire’s Great Crusade indicators for the Death Guard are not expected to be reduced as a result.

Then Hades reacted!

Then Mortarion pushed this matter to him again, so it wasn't him Hades who did the final work? !

Hades almost spit out the porridge.

The result of the long-day discussion between the two of you is to find something for me to do, give me some untouchables in the early stage (even before I actually agree), and then you have to grind me through it, right?

Hades asked for another bowl of porridge angrily.

And he couldn't refuse at all. After all, it was he who first proposed that Mortarion start establishing an anti-psionic team in the Death Guard.

But this is different from what Malcador proposed. If the Empire reaches out, then they will most likely be in charge of more than just the psykers encountered by the Death Guard.

Take some resources and take care of a lot of shit.

What is pain and happiness, what is empire 007?

This is!

Other time-travelers are enjoying the blessings, but why is he either studying or working overtime here?

Emperor Fist Heslop glanced at Hades strangely. After receiving the letter, the death guard's mood fluctuated obviously.

He spoke with some confusion,

"Are you okay, brother of the Death Guard?"

"I'm okay."

Hades, who had already seen that he would die from overwork in the future, showed a weak smile.

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