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

Chapter 312 303. You are a bit extreme
The bright light in the reception room looked down on Hades from above, giving his white hair an almost hazy halo.

Hades swallowed.

In the end, Hades stretched out his hand as if accepting his fate and as if compromising.

The Emperor opposite him showed a satisfied smile. The Emperor stretched out his hand and loosened the small white bone that was held between his fingertips.

"clatter"

The sound of the bones colliding with the armor could be heard clearly, Hades' expression turned serious, and the faint golden flame seemed to be burning along his arms, burning everything with crackling and crackling sounds.

Hades blinked, and the next moment, the flames of nothingness disappeared.

Except for the flame that stayed on the retina for a moment, Hades had no other feelings.

The emperor stretched out his hand, he crossed his hands, propped his chin, and looked at Hades with interest. For some reason, Hades felt that the emperor had become more energetic.

"that's it?"

The Emperor nodded,

"You can eat it, or just keep it."

Hardy's hand holding this phalanx trembled slightly, and he silently withdrew his hand.

"I'd better take it."

He felt the white bone in his hand, it was very light, and the texture was like a slightly rough jade, other than that, it was just an ordinary knuckle bone that gleamed with a ceramic-like texture.

It turned out that the Emperor's little finger bone was similar to everyone else's.

Hades thought, he took a wire of suitable length and thickness from the wires he carried, tied it to the slightly concave place in the middle of the phalanx, and then wore it around his neck.

It took Hades a little effort to tie the necklace himself, and the Emperor waited for him in silence. Finally, Hades finished the job, and he tucked the simple necklace back under his clothes-so that others only Hades can be seen carrying a B7 type wire.

When Hades turned his gaze back to the Emperor, the Emperor spoke,

"I have the rope."

If it was an ordinary person, Hades would ask him why he didn't say it earlier, but given that the emperor was opposite, Hades decided to be more polite.

He showed a reluctant smile, which is a performance of surrendering to the emperor's emotional intelligence,
"Thank you, but it's unnecessary now."

"I have a rough understanding of your plan, Neos, at least for now."

"So what to do next? We go to the Perfect City and witness its burning? But I want to remind you that among Lorgar's legions, there is—"

"I know."

The Emperor interrupted Hades, the golden fire in his eyes burning,

"There are hidden children lurking in every legion. I know they exist, but I can't accurately perceive who they are."

"You know who they are, don't you, Hades?"

Hades paused for a moment, then he nodded firmly.

"At least I know some of it, like those two bastards hiding in the Word Bearers Legion."

Two shots, both, Erebus!

The emperor showed a faint smile,

"They are related to the belief of the Four Gods, aren't they?"

Hades looked at the Emperor,
"you know……"

"I know a part of the story, because of your reminder, I can deduce the rest of the story. Before I found NO.17, there were indeed traces of chaos in Colchis where NO.17 landed—and Lorgar waged war, claiming to wipe out those profane beings, and established belief in me on the entire planet..."

The Emperor stated calmly,

"But if he falls, it proves that those traces have not been completely erased, they are just hidden in a more subtle way, waiting for me to make mistakes."

"That's why you're here, Hades."

Hades calmly injected himself with immunity, which sounded like a precursor to painting cakes.

Of course the Emperor would not know what Hades was thinking, he continued,

"Do you think there are those traces in Monachia? Or other planets conquered by the Word Bearers, Devon, Korosa, Uvande..."

Monachia is the perfect city, on the planet Kerr.

Hades was silent. In fact, in the original book, Lorgar's adoptive father, the first-class scum in the Warhammer world, when Kerphalon persuaded the shaken Lorgar, he had personally admitted that he and Erebus were cheating. The conquered planets left behind...the ashes of culture.

Of course, the ashes here refer to the belief in the Chaos Reply of Colchis, Lorgar's home planet.

Hades nodded, thinking,

"As far as I know, the probability of existence is very high-you want me to find out the traces of corruption that may exist in the perfect city, Neos?"

The Emperor smiled and confirmed Hades' conjecture, he paused for a moment, then spoke again,
"Before that, I asked my sons about their thoughts on destroying the perfect city."

Hades paused,
"What do they think?"

The emperor shook his head slightly,
"It's nothing new, but in their eyes, I saw the horror buried deep under the hard shell-they thought I was cruel."

And Russ was even exonerating Lorgar, much to the Emperor's amusement, in their conversation Russ revealed the fact that he had read the Holy Word.

Hades' words interrupted his memory,

"Are you guilty?"

The Emperor smiled,

"No, the Perfect City is destined to be burned, NO.17 needs to realize his mistake, and burning the Perfect City is also a kind of vigilance and protection for him and the legion—"

"Meanwhile, untempered faith does not stand the test of time, Hades."

Naturally the Emperor uttered terrible words,
"If NO.17 can really bear my trust in him, then he must accept the punishment from me-he needs to prove whether he has true piety."

"He must prove that he can survive the coming storm, or I will reduce the size of his army."

"I will personally point out the error in his beliefs, point out his uncleanness - and you need to help me find the evidence... and at the same time, remove the rotting flesh of the Legion."

Hades pondered for a moment,
"Looks like we need a pair of schedules."

"It's natural."

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If Hades had to comment on the Emperor's plan, he would only say that he was too proud, really too proud.

But the emperor has his proud capital, so Hades doesn't comment.

"I suggest you have at least one serious communication with Guilliman, Neos."

The Emperor looked at Hades,
"Malcador said the same words to you, Hades."

Hades nodded undeniably,

"You do need to speak to Guilliman, I don't want to see the Ultramarines..."

"I will."

The Emperor interrupted Hades just in time, and changed the subject decisively.

"Hades, in the stories you know, how many betrayers are there among the Word Bearers?"

"At least two."

Hades immediately said,
"okay, I get it."

The Emperor said flatly, but Hades looked hesitant,
"Nyos, if we punish the sinners we know now, will they elect new messengers?"

"It's inevitable."

"That--"

"Let them choose,"

The Emperor casually said,

"Don't be intimidated by a stone on the side of the road, Hades, we are about to step into a more magnificent battlefield. If we can't save humans from it, then let the galaxy die."

...Another lunatic, Hades thought desperately, the Mortarion he remembered seemed less extreme.

　no more!It's finally over!Great!
　　Talked to the emperor for two full days! 1w words!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)