Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 301
Hades was still waiting for Malcador to talk to them anyway, but as if he was in a hurry, or Malcador seemed to be relieved of Mortarion (?), the old man directly dragged Hades onto the boat .

Fortunately, there was still some time before the ship waited to set sail, so Hades stood by the observation porthole, watching the bustling crowd at the foot of the giant ship.

The most conspicuous one is Mortarion, the giant standing there, and then the Kirkland Sage who ran out in an emergency. The red robe is very dazzling among a group of white and green paints, and he even stands beside the Primarch.

Then there are Gallo, Vaux, and some administrative staff he brought... Pasteur is running here in the distance.

Farther away, Hades could see the mortals of the ghost dog also sneaking out, mixing with the logistics and transportation machine servants.

And Heiyu found that some people from the [-]th company were also nearby, and they were well hidden. Except for the rays, they could not be found with the naked eye.

As for what Hades thought...

He was desperately explaining to Mortarion and Gallo the work he left behind. Although there were paper versions of the handover guide, Hades thought it necessary to emphasize it verbally.

When Hades was still opening the window to tell Pasteur to learn some administrative management, Malcador flashed behind Hades with a calm face——

Hades turned his head abruptly, refusing to jump face to kill. It was Guilliman who played like this last time.

"Glad to see you and Mortarion building up the Death Guard so well,"

The old man said calmly, but Hades felt the anger of working overtime in Malcador's eyes,

"You don't have to worry too much, a true brave will naturally know the direction of loyalty."

Under the porthole, Mortarion, who saw the corner of Malcador's hood, seemed to be cursing something with his scythe, and the swear words of the Lord of Death faithfully leaked from Hades' channel.

Hades felt that Malcador's calm anger was ignited even more. It seemed that the regent was not less irritated by Horus, Mortarion and Konrad Koze's three-piece headache package.

The old man smiled sullenly, Malcador said something offensive to Hades, and then waved the scepter - the voice in Hades' helmet could be clearly heard now.

[Macado!Even your official documents are urgent transfer orders!Is the current Imperial Legion a toy for you alone? !You can call whoever you want? ! 】

How can a general transfer order take a standard Terra week? The administrative speed of the regency can be said to be extremely fast.

Malcador spoke unhurriedly, and his voice also passed along Hades' channel,

"Lord of Death...Mortarion, I hope you will maintain the necessary respect for the Empire, and for me."

[Despicable psyker, villain playing with government affairs!Even if you did contribute to the empire, that fact doesn't change the fact that you're an underdog!Playing with people's hearts!Psyker! 】

Malcador smiled darkly, he took a few steps forward, and now Malcador was near the porthole, and the regent put his hand on Hades' shoulder armor.

"Mortarion,"

The old man looked down at the figure on the deck,
"If you want your friends to be in..."

【…】

Mortarion's angry reprimand suddenly stopped.

【Everything just now is just my subjective opinion of you, Malcador the Magicweave. 】

Mortarion's calm voice came through the channel, as if nothing had just happened.

[I hope your voyage goes well, and I hope to receive a letter from Terra from the Commander of the Death Guard...]

Mortarion's voice dropped to a menacing gnashing of teeth.

Malcador smiled like a politician,

"We can still respect each other, Mortarion. Rest assured, the Empire takes the Death Guard very seriously."

Hades calmly looked at Malcador beside him,
"...A master at manipulating people's hearts...Regent Malcador, I just saw you today..."

Hades swallowed the last "shameless" abruptly.

Malcador glanced at Hades,

"Thank you for your praise, each other."

The plasma engine slowly ignited the blue-purple tail flame, Hades and Malcador stood by the porthole, Hades waved his hand again, and what responded to him was the boiling ocean on the deck of the Endurance ship.

Hades stared at Mortarion.

"Master Malcador, I haven't told Mortarion much about the rebellion, will this..."

"No need,"

The old man said calmly,
"The future has changed, the future as you know it is no longer the real future, and the Emperor's plan has changed accordingly."

"You left them with a spark of hope and loyalty, and that was enough. Mortarion and the Death Guard were tough enough to face the storm that came."

The old man leaned against the floor-to-ceiling porthole, glanced at the crowd that was getting smaller and smaller,

"Aside from Primarch Mortarion's obsession with psykers, I'm glad to see such a vibrant Legion. I thought the Death Guard would be as boring as Mortarion himself."

Hades clicked his tongue,
"His cold humor is amazing, but usually not many people have enough aesthetics to understand and appreciate what he means."

After a sufficient distance from the Endurance, the Imperial ship began to try to accelerate.

Hades looked at the Endurance, trying to remember what she looked like now.

The Endurance is still very new, with a simple hull, and the death guard's achievements so far are engraved on the bow in Gothic and Babarusian.

I don't know how far these characters will be when he looks at it next time.

Hades scratched his head,
"Okay, so what am I going to do next? I feel like I can't get into the Warp anymore."

Malcador spoke calmly,
"Give you a simple vacation."

"Let's go back to Terra first, and perform a series of operations on your body, and then you can go to Mars to see, where your believer Jin has established his power."

Hades turned around in surprise, wait, did Malcador just say "believers"?
But Malcador ignored Hades' astonishment and continued,

"After that, you can go back to work. I can only restrain your black domain for a short time. You have to go to him for the real solution."

Hardy paused,

"The Emperor...? Where can I find him then? He should still be in the Great Crusade, right?"

"Kerr."

Malcador said that the golden stars were reflected in his eyes, shining brightly.

Hades froze.

"Perhaps you are more familiar with another name for it."

Malcador said lightly,
"It is called the [Perfect City] by the Word Bearers Legion—"

"and many more!"

Hades looked at Malcador,

"Is it too early?!"

The old man closed his eyes tiredly, as if taking a nap,
"There is not much time left, and the warp travel will consume us a lot of time, and the warp ripples are becoming more and more chaotic—especially for you."

"Also, the future has changed, and the Lord of Humanity needs to make the necessary sacrifices and changes."

　Great

　　
　
(End of this chapter)