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

Chapter 603 52. A trip

"...Going to Macragge?"

The scythe gnawed at the ground, and Mortarion, leaning on the scythe, breathed laboriously.

Around him, the gloomy mist had already formed its own shape, corroding the stumps of the limbs crawling on the ground.

Mortarion's gas mask made a chirping sound.
"Guilliman is not there...he is looking in the wrong place..."

The Pale Lord's whisper penetrated the mist, and Karas, who was resting next to him, laughed,

"You finally acknowledge Macragge, Death?"

Mortarion's misty eyes penetrated the mist and looked at the Eldar struggling in the mud in the distance.

"The Death Guard is with me...he needs other troops."

The original body lowered his head, as if calculating something in his mind. After seven breaths, Mortarion spoke again,
"My brothers, it's time for them to return... I feel the call of the Lord of Mankind..."

Karas chuckled.
"The gears of fate started spinning after he came back?"

"It all starts with the fall of the Corrupt Sky - this will tell the false gods that their death is coming."

"I need to surrender some people. War is inevitable, but I will try to control the scale and time of the war. All I want is the management power of the empire - in order to deal with the next battle."

"Follow me, and if you succeed, I guarantee you, Calgar, that the blue flag of Macragge will fly over Terra again..."

Hades understood. It was the same for him at the beginning. When he was talking to Mortarion, his neck was broken and he could barely see the chin of the original body.

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Calgar chose his words carefully, "Oversee Terra's government operations?"

Calga still had the same expression, his jaw tightened, so Hades continued,

"No,"

He thought of Vox lying in the emergency room. He needed to quickly drive the behemoth Empire.
"I think you understand the meaning behind this action. I don't want to hide it from you. If you decide to go to Terra with me to see it - then you must be ready for war."

Mortarion shook his head, standing on the captured garden territory,

Calga smiled;

Hades said, looking at Calgar opposite him. The ultramarine was wearing finely crafted armor and had a reserved face.

Hades stated,

Hades smiled, with a hint of tiredness in his smile,
"To seize power."

"You wish to travel to Terra, to..."

He still wasn't used to how to talk to a "god" on an equal footing.

"How about it?"

But...but he still couldn't completely erase Him...Mortarion could only do the next best to ensure Nurgle's continued decline.

He said calmly, "Maybe most people haven't seen the crisis yet, but I have seen it, and it is there - and heading toward the Empire."

This is also to let the Ultramarines speak out as managers.

"Sir, we just want to run the Five Hundred Worlds well..."

He was silent for a moment and laid out the letter from Terra.

"But the Ultramarines will follow you, that is our unanimous decision."

As early as when they welcomed Pluto with great fanfare, the Ultramarines had already decided to follow Pluto into Terra.

"You know, the Five Hundred Worlds have always been at odds with Terra," Calgar said. "Thank you for your reminder. On the other hand, we also hope... to find our father."

Calga clenched her fists.

They have guarded an empty coffin for thousands of years... Robert Guilliman himself is probably still alive, which caused huge waves among the Ultramarines... But... there are still problems that come with it, and now the Ultramarines need to because " "False propaganda", will the people who come to worship be refunded and compensated?

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The communication with the Ultramarines was very pleasant. Hades liked this kind of discussion, laying out the needs and interests of both parties, his own difficulties, and then exchanging.

The Ultramarines even stated that they could directly bring the World Eaters with them - the World Eaters in the Ultramarine Star Territory had already been on good terms with the Ultramarines, and according to their friendship, Hades did not have to come forward in person.

Nice Ultramarines, love from Hades.

Although the meeting of the Ultramarines took a long time to vote.

Today was the last day of his stay in Macragge. After Vox confirmed that he was fine, Hades decided to go out and take a look at Macragge, whom he had once been obsessed with. He hummed a little tune, and Buzz was pushing a wheelchair next to him. A lame Black sits on top.

As for why it wasn't Vox, it was because Vox needed to rest... and the Ultramarines didn't want biochemical weapons to spread.

As for why it is Black, because Hades hopes it is Black.

Time was running out, and Hades was not used to being watched by a crowd of people, so they quickly strolled around the place where Mortarion and his party had visited. Because of the visit of the three primarchs, the street had been expanded more than twice.

Hades tasted the fruit-flavored pancakes that were said to be eaten by Mortarion back then. They tasted good. The light cream was sweet but not greasy, and the sourness of the fresh fruits added to the flavor.

Why did Hades not believe that this was what Mortarion ate back then?
In Hades's imagination, if it were Mortarion, he would probably take a look and then shake his head in disdain.

Perhaps Hades should ask Vox to verify the answer to this question.

However, just as Hades was walking on the street, sighing at the beauty of Macragge...he happened to bump into the sons of Hades who were juggling.

?

Hades, subway, mobile phone. What did he see?
Hades turned his head, and amid the hustle and bustle, he saw a street sign on the street - "Son of Hades Traditional Culture Road"

???

Where the crowd gathered, Mingzi wearing a helmet fired a gun in the sky. On the marble high platform, Mingzi came out in groups of three or three and began to perform dramas and difficult juggling.

Mingzi is playing and singing behind the stage, Mingzi is dancing with swords and guns in Taichung, and Mingzi is selling snacks and souvenirs in front of the stage? !
? ! ! !
ah? ? ? !

"Butz...what is this?"

Hades pointed tremblingly into the distance. He began to be grateful that his eyesight was good. At least the distance was enough so that people in the distance had not noticed them yet.

"?"

Buzz, who was secretly fighting with Black, raised his eyes and squinted in the direction pointed by Hades.

"The tradition of the Chapter, my father."

"What are the Chapter traditions?"

Hades felt that his voice was trembling slightly, and his scalp was numb. Which war group would do such a thing?

Oh, his men.

Surrounded by the Ultramarines, Hades took a step back without leaving a trace. The accompanying Ultramarines Second Company Commander Galen wanted to step forward and ask what happened, but Hades just shook his head.

"Don't disturb the... performance in front. Let's go back to approve the official documents."

Hades quickly retreated behind everyone. He was not yet socially fearful - he meant social terror.

At this time, Buzz opened his eyes slightly. The former imperial regent realized that Pluto seemed to be shocked by this.
Isn't this a battle group tradition that every Mingzi is accustomed to?
It is known that the Sons of Hades carry on the fine traditions within the Death Guard, and the chapter encourages hobbies among themselves.

Just like White Scar likes calligraphy and poetry, Salamander likes to be with the crowd, Ultramarines like to hold meetings and seminars...

Personal interests are allowed within Sons of Pluto.

But for individuals, hobbies cost money.

Just because the war group has money doesn't mean that an individual has money.

At this point, every chapter leader of the Sons of Hades has reached a good tacit understanding. The funds are used to buy guns and cannons, not to give to these guys.

The soldiers protested one after another, but the chapter leader waved his hand and said, "I don't want money, but my life."

It is said that the turmoil in the war group at that time even attracted the attention of the Death Guard. The Death Guard asked the Mingzi management if they needed help - but they were decisively rejected.

In the second month, the regulations allowing individuals to "part-time" within the legion came out.

Three months after the trial operation, as the Mingzi people took on private jobs while performing tasks, the rules were changed and no part-time military jobs were allowed.

So the soldiers began to perform tricks one after another.

A month later, a large-scale joint department that was organized, disciplined, and large-scale appeared, specifically responsible for joint soldiers making extra money.

However, follow-up fund tracking showed that most of the funds of the Mingzi were not spent on their own interests. Instead, they were invested in the construction of regional Ming sects and donated to some local public welfare organizations, usually for post-war reconstruction. , or the introduction of technology assembly lines.

After seeing that his soldiers knew the bottom line, Mingzi's chapter leader established an inspection team and then fully joined them.

On the contrary, the management of the Death Guard has approached the son of Hades many times in the name of moral corruption.

But after Buz came to Terra, Mingzi and the Death Guard scolded Buz together, and even produced three different versions. After mocking Buz's stage play, the Death Guard also acquiesced to Mingzi's "excellent" tradition.

Although other legion battle groups also expressed confusion about this, as the son of Pluto with the blood of Pluto flowing, this behavior is regarded as a glorious part of Pluto's humanity, and is even given a blessing color in the hope of Pluto's return.

Because in some rumors, Pluto is indeed described as "good-tongued, active" and "excellent in tact." The actions of Pluto's son also support this view and have become thesis arguments for many Pluto believers.

This is also seen as evidence that the Sons of Hades and the Death Guard are opposites of each other.

The reviews of the Son of Hades are already strange enough, and one more would not hurt.

After one performance, the local Ming sect will quickly flourish.

Looking at the black-armored warriors who had started somersaulting in the distance, Hades was greatly shocked.

This is indeed a continuation of his thoughts, but to be fair, Hades could not do this kind of behavior during the years when Hades was still a Space Marine.

He will only go to the wealthy mechanical sages to cry out for poverty.

Maybe because he is too conservative.

"Want to see it, father?"

Butz swallowed the fruit in his mouth. "It looks like they're trying to mock me for the third act...but I can accept it."

"No—no!"

Hades immediately refused. If he went there, with his level of visibility, he would definitely become the focus of the audience.

You can guess what happens next with just a hair! Either he was being held in his gaze while delivering a speech, or he was surrounded by excited Mingzi who was juggling.

He doesn't want society to die.

"Don't bother them. I appreciate the tradition."

Hades said silently,

"But don't contact me yet."

...The starting point is good, the ending is good, but he can't afford to lose this person.

(End of this chapter)