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

Chapter 302 293. A Simple Vacation
Hades and Malcador both heaved a sigh of relief when the rickety ship finally appeared over Terra.

Even though both of them have a lot of common topics about this shit-like world, these sporadic friendships are not worth Malcador's efforts to hold Hades' black domain with psionic energy, so that the ship can sail smoothly in the subspace. The feeling of vomiting.

Now Malcador felt sick when he saw Hades, and for the first time, the patient and cunning psyker felt slightly unbalanced in his mentality.

Strong control over psychic energy means sharper senses. Facing Hades and this damned black domain, only the loyalty to the emperor and the sense of responsibility to the empire can make this dedicated psychic Didn't throw the damn Hades out while navigating the Warp.

And Hades was not much better. Compared with the emperor's psychic power suppression, Malcador's psychic power was more...simple and crude. This may still be because Malcador's psychic skills were not exquisite enough.

During the voyage in the subspace, Hades felt that Malcador was using psionic force to force him into a vat full of vomit, and these lumps of vomit were still spraying mushy saliva at Hades. , There was an inexplicable scream in his ear.

Hades began to subconsciously struggle with the black domain, and his remaining rationality controlled him not to struggle too violently, otherwise he would be spit out by the subspace, and his rationality also controlled him not to give Malcador a slap in the face. fist--

He could see that Malcador was also controlling his remaining sanity, not using his scepter to give Hades a sap on the head.

Until the last voyage, the exhausted Malcador and Hades, who was about to ascend to heaven, felt the unparalleled malice towards them from this world.

The encounter between the psyker and the untouchable is destined to be a tragedy, and both are acutely aware of it.

Hades leaned helplessly on the floor-to-ceiling porthole. He looked out, and the bustling ships were surrounding the glowing throne world, completing their day-to-day work.

There was no sea on Terra, it was a dirty brown planet, and Hades had realized that when he first went to Mars.

This is fundamentally different from the earth in his memory.

This didn't make Hades feel any tremors in his soul. He just looked at this seemingly barren and crowded planet normally, feeling like he had finally reached his destination after a catastrophe.

He hates the warp.

Malcador walked slowly to Hades' side. The old man had obvious disgust on his face, and so did Hades—they kept a certain distance from each other tacitly.

But even so, the old man was still introducing Terra to Hades, and Hades didn't know whether it was due to Malcador's due diligence, or out of the host's courtesy to the guests.

"It's very different from your hometown...isn't it?"

The old man said slowly,

Hades blinked. He didn't know whether Malcador was referring to Earth or Barbarus, but both were obviously very different from the Terra in front of him.

He nodded.

"Tera, the hometown of human civilization, it was not so ugly in the first place."

Malcador sighed, he seemed to be lamenting the appearance of Terra, but Hades always felt that he was also mourning the current human civilization.

Malcador stared at this brown planet. Under the call of the emperor, they unified it and started a great expedition that could change the history of human civilization.

Malcador had spent considerable time on Terra, and he had devoted a great deal to it.

Perhaps in the eyes of other human beings, arriving at the throne world, Terra, is a thrilling event. They will sing praises to the sacredness and beauty of Terra, the thick epics carried on every inch of soil, and the history of mankind. the miracle of—

But only he and the Emperor knew that Terra had lost its beauty.

It has become dirty and ugly, the blue ocean disappears, and in its place is a barren, scorched land.

And now... Malcador thought, Hades, the outsider, what emotion would he express to Terra?Praise its sanctity?

No, if Hades had lived through the good old days, if their world had not been as hopeless as it is now, he would never have praised it, the pitted misery.

...would he feel sad?Aware of the hardships of human civilization, aware that he is about to climb a never-ending, doomed road of sacrifice?

Malcador thought of the desolate Bahar hinterland on Terra, a huge slum, even in Terra, the most sacred throne world of mankind, there was never a lack of suffering for the soul.

"Terra's oceans were stolen by a female tyrant, and since then Terra has lost the last of its oceans."

Malcador introduced Hades calmly, he keenly saw Hades' lips move,

"If you have any opinion, you can talk about it, Hades, out of my personal relationship, I am very curious about your opinion on Terra."

Hades' eyes moved to Malcador hesitantly, as if to say, are you sure?

Malcador answered Hades with a determined silence.

Hades turned his eyes back to Terra, looked at Terra, and commented,

"I feel……"

Malcador is waiting, Hades is the emperor's chosen one, and he has successfully and satisfactorily fulfilled their expectations of him. He is not as hopeless as Malcador thought at first, on the contrary...some kind of amazing Wisdom lurks beneath Hades' exterior.

Malcador was looking forward to Hades' answer, which would allow the old man to better interpret Hades, analyze him, and better deal with him in the way Hades liked.

"...not as good as Macragge."

After a very short silence, Malcador realized what the damn guy Hades was talking about, and then he let his instincts act—rather than let these actions go through his brain first.

New hatred and old hatred, Malcador couldn't stand it anymore.

Malcador turned his scepter into a stick, using psionic energy to increase his strength and agility, and then hit Hades on the calf with a sap.

"boom!!!"

Hades howled exaggeratedly and hugged his calf, then he looked at Malcador resentfully,
"We can talk about anything we agreed on! Old man, you don't talk about martial arts!"

Malcador took a deep breath, and then took another deep breath, his dislike for Hades successfully turning into anger,

"I remember... you haven't been to Macragge at all, have you?"

Hades immediately said seriously,

"Guilliman sent me a woven tapestry of Macragge, of course I've seen it."

…For the first time, Malcador felt that he had developed a dislike for Guilliman.

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"Thanks to" Hades' ingenious "humorous joke", Malcado no longer talks about any humanistic perception in front of Hades.

They descended to the ground in a shuttle, and Hades showed some disdain for Malcador's excessive luxury. Diamonds and pearls.

Malcador ignored Hades' scolding. The Ultramarines' ceremonial spaceship was much more luxurious than this.

After that, the handprinter took Hades wordlessly around the places that pilgrims usually like to go to, as well as several thicker buildings carefully selected by the old man for outsiders with great interest.

He should have said something, cunning politicians use the art of language, and Malcador can easily stir up emotions in people's hearts-mostly it will be sad loyalty, or heavy mourning, in order to better let people complete their mission.

With the accumulation of weak emotions, no matter how cowardly a person will choose to sacrifice heroically.

For Hades, Malcador also thought so at the beginning, using language and human beings, using history and civilization, to hold this outsider, so that he can still work hard after leaving the death guard... The emperor chose to believe directly Hades, in the eyes of Malcador, still lacks logic——

But Hades deeply made Malcador realize that some people really don't need logic.

Like the Emperor, or Hades.

Malcador's logic and reason had been shattered by Macragge. He suddenly realized that in the eyes of Hades, outsiders had seen through the thoughts of the handprinter. He ended Malcador's plot with a ridiculous joke. try.

But is it really just that Hades just doesn't realize it?
Malcador didn't know, his mind was full of Macraglan now.

He took Hades around the Winter Corridor, the Crystal Observatory, the Commandery...there are countless sights, big and small.

Then Malcador calmly took Hades to a restaurant prepared for the nobles in the palace. According to the instructions of the handprinter, today's restaurant did not receive anyone else, and the chefs had already prepared it.

Malcador looked at Hades numbly with a surprised expression,
This suggestion was made to the old man by Jin on Mars.

He vaguely thought of Mortarion, the primarch who always acted indifferent, would grab the pistol at his waist the moment he heard the words of the psyker, or when Malcador appeared in front of him. when.

...the smell is congenial.

Malcador stared blankly at Hades who was looking at the decoration of the restaurant, and made his conclusion.

The restaurant of the imperial palace is naturally more magnificent than ordinary people imagine. As far as the eye can see, there are golden lights everywhere. steps.

On any wall carved with exquisite figures, there are countless diamonds and pearls, amber agate, and fist-sized rubies inlaid in the pupils of the beasts, and then they were beheaded to the ground by soldiers holding silver halberds.

Everything here, even the faint incense in the air reveals an expensive atmosphere.

Malcador watched Hades turn his head suddenly, staring at him expectantly,
"That...Macado, it won't be the one I imagined, the one with only one bite for a dish, right?"

"will not."

Malcador said calmly, and the old man casually raised a hand to signal the servants to move.

Although the stamper himself didn't want to admit it, he had indeed grasped the weakness of Hades' human nature——

The aroma of meat being roasted carefully, mixed with the layered smell of expensive spices, Hades has already heard the slight sizzling sound, that is the wonderful smell of meat just taken off the stove.

In one hand, Malcador held the wine glass brought up by the machine servant. In the wine glass, the rich scarlet wine exuded an intoxicating fragrance.

The handprinter took a sip, the torment Hei Yu had given him made him indifferent to tasting the wine, no matter how strong the wine was, it could only wash away the nauseating taste on the taste buds.

But obviously there is always someone who can keep an appetite in the mutual dislike of psionic energy and the black domain.

The carnival staple food stacked with layers of meat was placed on the dining table by multiple machine servants. The tight meat fiber oozes a shiny luster, and the clear gravy hangs on the hill-like steak, reflecting the swaying light in the restaurant. The dry green spice leaves lie quietly beside the white plate, giving off a complex and layered aroma.

Malcador took another sip of the wine, the strong taste made him want to throw up.

The handprinter accepted Jin's suggestion, and he directly asked the machine servant to bring up all the dishes without etiquette, and people from Barbarus didn't pay attention to these.

...more like Ruth.

Malcador put away his unreasonable associations, and continued to admire Hades' actions.

Pluto, the dead soul of Barbarus, the commander of the death guard, the devourer of souls, the master of the Order of Silence... Hades is obviously unaware of his own names and the outside world's perception of him.

Haddish's eyes light up a little with each course served, and it's a pretty pure joy.

Milky white soup with giant fish boiled, marinated seafood with special flavor, bombs can be broken, pudding covered with syrup, risotto filled with ingredients...

Hades took a breath, staring at the still gurgling steaming fish soup with strange lights in the fish eyes, thinking about which one to eat first.

"Macado, are we going to eat these?"

Hades spoke hesitantly,
"These are all yours,"

Malcador took a sip of the wine slowly,

"Due to the limitation of the table, the dishes are still not finished, you can check the menu and replace what you don't want to eat."

He stared at Hades in satisfaction for a moment, a subtle confidence regained after being played by Macragge.

Hades seemed to want to reprimand Malcador for his extravagance, but apparently, facing a table full of food, the Lord of the Silent Order flexibly moved his bottom line.

"Then I'm welcome."

Hades said something quickly, and then Malcador watched the food disappear at an astonishing speed. The speed of the disappearance even made Malcador wonder if the black domain could also devour the food, because Ha Diess's movements were not very large, and he still maintained normal table manners.

Malcador thought for a while, and the old man finally decided to ask directly, and no longer go round and round, otherwise he might be fooled, as the price of vaguely playing with language.

The old man spoke,
"What was your original motive, Hades? What do you want?"

Pluto, who was obviously immersed in food, no longer used his damn sense of humor. Hades, who was in a good mood, gave him the answer,

"What should I do? If I insist on seeing a child fall into the water on the side of the road, my first reaction must be to save him. I can't help it."

"You can't think about loyalty and honor..."

Hades raised his hand and signaled the machine servant to play the game. Unlike these damned extravagant nobles, Hades swore not to waste it!
"When you're on Babarus, you realize... this thing is so far away."

Malcador showed a thoughtful expression.

　4k words, no more today
　　Great!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)