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

Chapter 307 298. Being Fooled
Apparently Malcador had completed his mission, and he set about banishing Hades from the solar system.

Hades blinked. He looked at Malcador, who was a little weak. They were heading to the black ship. Charon, Heifa, Jin and a group of people were following them. This team seemed very strange.

"...Macador, have you...forgot something?"

The old man glanced impatiently at Hades from under the hood,
"When did you become so tactful, Hades?"

Hades thought for a while, then spoke in a low voice,
"The last time you came to Mars, you didn't take me there..."

Malcador's scepter hit the ground heavily, and the regent's calm and sullen voice sounded, as if he did not shy away from the group of people behind them,

"You've got scattered shallow treasures, and if you try to keep digging...then you'll be completely trapped in a world beyond your comprehension, its vast memory in slumber - or, we can unseal it and let It wakes up, and you subdue it."

Hades made a haha, that's all right, nothing happened just now.

So they continued walking in silence.

The huge hull of the black ship exposed a black line covering the sky in the distance, and the Martian wind was dry and icy cold.

Hades took a breath, he was still not used to so many smells in the wind, he could smell the slightly scorched burn of the golden engine when it was working.

Hades spoke, and what he said made him feel a little funny,

"Malcador, what do you think about me? Are you going to promote me on Mars?"

"Obvious."

The old man said calmly,
"If you want, Hades, if the time demands, I can make Mars rain again—provided that you need to be at least twenty kilometers away from me. I personally think that you can find the highest factory spire at will, and then Shout some incomprehensible, but full of allusions."

Hades hissed, he spoke cautiously,
"Back then... the emperor did the same thing back then?"

"No," Malcador said, "he found two Martians hunting in the wilderness, and let them witness a miracle. A god in golden armor descended from the sky, accompanied by the rain that was predicted..."

"...and I'm on the ship responsible for the rain."

Hades swallowed, looking at the crooked figure in front of him, he seemed to hear a faint... He couldn't say it.

"Mechanicism already has faith, why did the empire choose me?"

Hades considered his words,

"I personally think that the Mechanicum's belief in the Emperor is obvious... Obviously it is more reasonable to maintain the current belief."

Malcador turned his head and glanced at Hades, the old man's eyes shone with the light of reason,
"To this day,"

Malcador opened his mouth slowly,
"There are still a large number of Mechanicist worlds who are dissatisfied with the emperor and the empire. As the future empire puts pressure on the forge world, shrinks its power, and requires it to give priority to the supply of legion logistics...the number of dissatisfied sages will only increase , pure faith is obviously unable to resist the wear and tear of real life."

Hades spoke slowly,
"But you are trying to support another image of a god. Is this matter itself...still unable to resolve these contradictions? I don't think that changing the image...well, like me, can calm the dissatisfaction of these foundry worlds."

"You're still running from your essence, Hades."

Malcador said bluntly, Hades' actions froze, and the atmosphere of this team seemed to have become weird, but apart from Hades, Jin and the others still followed Hades obediently as if they hadn't heard anything. Diss behind.

"Even he, at this stage, can't cross the long star area and directly give his power to those who call him. He still needs a medium or a strong enough belief."

"Every gift will cause a loss to his strength."

"And you are different, Hades."

"Your [gift] will even make your subspace influence more profound... Or, this is not a [gift], but a [plunder]."

"People resonate with you through belief, their belief in you, respect, fear, love, will make their soul flames approach you - and then be [swallowed] by you."

Hades clicked his tongue softly,
"I don't think people are masochists, they like to believe in a god that makes them feel pain, or even shortens their lifespan... Or, will I be considered an evil god?"

"It's a real possibility now."

Malcador spoke indifferently,
"So now the sect I am instructing Jin to manage is still a small-scale organization."

Jin Bian walking behind them lowered his head deeply, as if responding to Malcador's words, the black stone on his body made a crisp knocking sound.

"but if……"

Malcador paused for a moment,

"If the veil is lifted and the waves of the Warp pour into the physical world, Hades, you will quickly gain your followers, and the distortions of the Warp will be more shattering than the pain you are about to inflict on them. "

"At that time, you will face the power of faith."

Malcador said softly,

"In this world, there is no more powerful weapon than thought and belief."

The roar of the approaching black ship sounded, which reminded Hades of the cry of the ancient giant whale.

Malcador turned around and stared at Hades, his eyes seemed to be burning with endless flames,
"Believe me, Hades, I don't want to see the day when you are truly called a god by humans."

Then the old man lowered his hood to cover his sight, Malcador sneered, his tone became relaxed,

"After all, I can't imagine a scene where a person like you can be believed by humans, even Russ?"

Hades felt an arrow shot in his knee, Hades stretched out Erkang's hand,

"Wait! Then I'm forced to hang on the altar, what should I do when my black domain can't be suppressed? You won't throw me to some desolate place?"

"You shouldn't have so many questions. If this goes on, do you want me to explain Mortarion's subspace nature to you?"

The old man waved his hand, signaling Hades to get on the boat.

"Going to the Perfect City this time, when you find the Emperor, you will know his plan—"

As expected of Malcador, Hades still didn't ask anything in the end...

So... wait!Old horse!What is the nature of Mortarion's Warp? !

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[Call Company No.19, prepare for subspace transition. 】

Guilliman sat at his desk, and the Primarch stared intently at the pages of books hanging on the wall in front of his desk.

[My father specified a vision for the empire and granted it unbreakable power.This vision, when applied to all social, cultural, and military organizations, must inspire a cohesion that transcends individual aspirations. 】

[——Guilliman, "On Loyalty", 45.22.xiv]

Guilliman felt nervous sweat running down his hair, he felt suffocated, he felt...unreal.

The Emperor, his father, asked him to destroy the Perfect City.

　Yes, code
　　
　
(End of this chapter)