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

Chapter 608 57. A little regret
"..."

Buz was silent, looking at his nose and heart, while Hades in front of him was holding the list and looking down with a frown.

Hades looked down, looked down, and looked...

"You want to kill so many?"

Hades suddenly asked, eyebrows furrowed,

"Those hereditary nobles are too prolific," Buzz said calmly, "which has led to Terra's bloated bureaucracy."

Hades paused, "Then the vacant position... let the Ultramarines come?"

"That's exactly what it means," Butz said. "I think our cousins ​​will love this job. They naturally enjoy politics, especially meetings."

Buz raised his hand and sent the paper "Why Ultramarines Are Suitable to Work on Terra" to Hades.

Hades raised his eyes, and the two looked at each other in tacit understanding, understanding each other tacitly.

Hades said, and suddenly felt as if he was being stared at by something. His expression was as usual, and he expanded the black area, but found nothing.

"I'm not worried about that," the bell rang, and this short quantum slingshot project was coming to an end, hoping that the landing error would be smaller this time.

On Terra's side...

"No," Hades then added, "Capture them first, understand the situation, and kill them later. Now contact the Imperial Navy immediately. The Astra Militarum and the Imperial Fists,"

Hades said slowly,

At least in Hades's impression, Guilliman was not a Primarch who would voluntarily give up his duties and leave... At least as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Guilliman would not give up.

"So I agreed, but the premise is that the movement is smaller, and it is best to control the war to the scale of the continental plate. Mars also agreed."

"Those oil guys really need a chance to vent their energy," Buzz said. "Otherwise we will see countless sages trying to intervene in the subsequent Terran coup in their own name."

Hades pondered for a moment,
"Kirkland has just informed me that Mars has sent an application for academic discussion to the Phaeos fleet - it is not aimed at me, but in the hope of competing with Kirkland and the others for the academic holy land."

Seven minutes later, a fleet suddenly appeared over Terra.

He is not good at pouring cold water on him.

In the dim chapel, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs smiled. He put down his praying hands and looked at the Hades Archbishop Samuel.

"Wait," Hades said. He lowered his head and glanced at Buzz's solemn list, and the radio frequency bands of nearby ships were ringing in his mind. "Come on - it seems we have to clear out the deserters first?"

The old man in solemn black robes smiled. Samuel's bald head shone in the darkness. He stomped, step after step, deliberately stepping beside the high lord who was waiting uneasily. .

Compared to the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Lord Commander of the Astra Militarum in the dark room was much calmer. The middle-aged man was sitting on a bench with his eyes closed, silently reciting prayers.

Hades was silent,

Hades put down the information in his hand,

"There is no news from Terra. Two days ago, Terra was cut off from all contact with the outside world," he said simply. "I received a letter of nomination from the merchant fleet outside the Sun Star Territory, but it was not The chief representative from the current merchant navy - is a deputy representative."

"Since the Emperor will let the Imperial Guard protect Nirvana, he will probably let the Imperial Guard stop those crazy psykers."

"Since he is not dead... we can try to find Robert Guilliman with great fanfare after asking the Ultramarines - and at the same time recruit other administrative talents, such as those Ultramarines stationed abroad."

"...If only Guilliman was still here."

"Archbishop, is that lord coming?"

It's a pity that he still wants to keep it simple.

"But think on the bright side," Hades' tone became more relaxed. The light inside the ship turned scarlet, and the final login began.

As for whether Hades wanted to kill him or reward him, Samuel didn't care. It was not his business.

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Hades thought as he strode out of the office. Because of the quantum slingshot, they did not have to take the subspace passage of Pluto or Uranus, and naturally they did not need to pass the approval of the navigators.
But as an early warning, they have launched a login notification towards the Sun Star Domain - they will land at a random point in the Sun Star Domain.

After all, he is one of the few Primarchs who has hope.

Hades stood up and said, "The Merchant Marine does not have enough force. We are here to meet with force this time... I am more concerned about the movements of the Imperial Navy and the Astra Militarum... and the psykers."

"Wait," Samuel said, "Who are you and me? Pluto must first go to see the God Emperor. Listen..."

"I don't want to agree. After all, Faosglaier has helped me too much, but I think Kirkland and the others are eager to give it a try."

Samuel raised his head and glanced at the sculpture of Pluto in front of him - he didn't believe that Pluto would come, but since he was here, there was no harm in it.

To put it simply, fight over who is the God of Pluto.

Admiral Lord Shigo of the Imperial Navy is not here, and has taken refuge in the National Church Cathedral.

"They're just fagots," Buzz commented. "You can ask the sage to sell them some more benefits... they will give in quickly."

Terra has the Emperor in charge, so there won't be too much chaos.

Hades walked into the command room. The stars behind the portholes were shining on the ground. He was looking forward to the feeling of the sun shining on him.

Just right, just right, and appropriately, he landed in the group of escaping ships.

As long as the Hades Cathedral can not be captured by crazy psykers, it will be enough to fool these high lords who don't know what they are doing. Pluto has given the order and he wants to meet the high lords.

...maybe it's an illusion.

Hades continued, remembering that Rejoice uploaded the data to Kirkland, a Titan-like war machine.

He deliberately stayed quiet for a moment,

"Is the sound of gunfire outside a little quieter? Those idiots from the state religion have definitely gone back."

"You don't..." The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs paused, "You don't go to greet Pluto?"

"Pluto did not give such an order. As believers, we will naturally follow the gods - we will not go."

If he is killed, he will be killed, but the Hades Cathedral must be defended and cannot be occupied by these psyker insects. Otherwise, what kind of dignity will it have?
At least it is clearly written in the doctrine that the Hades Cathedral is sacred and inviolable.

Pluto was not evaluated in this way.

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Psionics... this is... Tzeentch's... no... Slaanesh?
It doesn't even look like...

...but still familiar.

Red blood dripped from the black helmet boots, and the helmet boots made a clanging sound on the deck of the refugees. Hades walked out of the dark cabin and looked up at the dim Terra in front of him.

Ten thousand years later... Terra still looks like this.

Compared with the Macragge I just visited, it is much inferior.

Hades had received a message from Terra, and the Imperial Fists warriors told Hades that the airspace was open.

There are some "minor" commotions on Terra. According to the description of the Imperial Fists, different factions are fighting, and some are suspected of being the work of Chaos and the Eldar - but because the situation is too chaotic, the Imperial Fists also The current situation is not clear yet, so we can only work with Terra's garrison to stabilize Terra's defense.

...as expected.

Go to the palace first, meet the Imperial Guards and the Emperor's Empress before proceeding to the next step.

Hades thought that Pluto was slowly devouring the remaining psychic energy on the ship, and he could also disinfect a wave when he landed.

------------boom! boom! boom!
Looking from the towering hall of the Ministry of Interior, the wind passed through the hall, tongues of fire flew, and the pieces of paper accumulated for thousands of years were reduced to ashes.

The flames were raging, and the thin civil servants attacked the imperial troops who had invaded the Ministry of Interior to put out fires and rescue documents, waving the paper knives in their hands.

The spear of the guard swept through the mortal flesh, and the golden figure went straight into the depths of the flames, but in the space distorted by the heat, the figures of Lan Yu and the Eldar were looming.

The flames swept up the meditation and fatigue accumulated in the papers for thousands of years, igniting a carnival.

Above Terra, the other forces have already withdrawn from this strange area and gathered elsewhere.

On the Himalayan ridge, dark Gothic buildings tower into the clouds, and the distant bells of the Hades Cathedral ring out, crying and weeping, each sound causing a subspace impact,

With every sound, someone among the psychics gathered around the Hades Cathedral fell down, bleeding profusely from his orifices, and collapsed in the snow. A white flower exploded on the bright snow. (*)

Explosive arrows tore through the wind as the Soulless and the Hades Guards took cover and silently poured ammunition at these angry guys.

Those psykers who attacked them were completely crazy - they were blinded by thousands of years of stories, and they knew that they were blaspheming, and they could not get Pluto's forgiveness at all, so they directly chose to fight.

On the contrary, the real representatives of the Astropaths were hiding, and the regular troops of the three psychic departments did not come forward directly. Some escaped, and others blended into the mob of psychic troops and attacked the Hades.

The high lords were timid.

Under the ridge, gunpowder smoke also ignited in countless hives. The gangs and entities lurking in the dark were stirred up by the noise, including the Genestealers, Thunder Warriors, Dark Eldar... But compared to the smoke ignited on the Ministry of Interior The war was going on, but it was still just a small fight.

A red dot lit up on the radar array, authority was granted, the missile silos were no longer tracking, and the roar of the Thunderhawks streaked across Terra.

It was actually a lot better than he imagined.

The airflow on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau caused the shuttle to bump. Hades huddled in the cargo hold and looked outside the cabin - he remembered the first time he came to Terra, when Malcador received him.

It's a pity...that my old friend is not here.

He looked at the smoke rising from the dense ant nest. Ten thousand years later, Terra was even more crowded and chaotic. Just by simply using the black field to explore, Hades could already feel four kinds of chaos. The distribution of beliefs - perhaps this place is a little too hive-like.

The only thorny issue may be the Ministry of Interior. Hades huddled beside the porthole and looked towards the fire, but heard that the Imperial Army had already gone to put out the fire - and they did not ask Hades for help.

bumpy! Then the engine gradually turned off, and they stopped on the platform in front of an exit of the palace. Hades saw a sparse, obviously improvised welcome queue of the State Religion of the Holy Emperor, as well as a forbidden soldier.

Hades frowned at the simple welcome ceremony. Why didn't he see the Hades team?

But... this might be good.

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【Golden Throne】

The morning light shone quietly, more brilliant than the diamonds dripping on the grass blades at dawn.

"..."

"..."

"You're not leaving?"

Neos silently looked at Macado, who was silently drinking tea in front of him.

But at this moment, he is no longer the [Emperor]. All the jewels have been put away, the gray cloak blocks the jewels, the scepter is put away, the crown falls, and wrinkles appear.

Rather like the palm print maker back then.

"Don't go."

Malcador said calmly, "Or you go."

"I couldn't stand up."

The Emperor said, "You don't want to welcome him?"

"I want to welcome him," Macado said, sipping his tea again, "but he doesn't welcome me - or you can feel his enthusiasm up close. He still has poor self-control now. "

"I don't understand."

The emperor said,
"I think you can hide it from him, Malcador, why don't you go?"

Malcador smiled mockingly,
"Are you obsolete, my former best friend?"

"I remember," Malcador said, "I think... you have not experienced this passively in the past."

"Or..." Makado said slowly, "You don't understand his current hunger and cruelty."

"At least in this aspect," Malcador's expression remained unchanged, "subspace creatures should unite a little more. We are still on the same journey in this aspect."

"I don't understand."

The emperor said, but the next moment——

He saw darkness.

Surging, rolling, jumping...the black tide.

……

He understands Macha much.

...Perhaps he has given too much faith to Hades in the past ten thousand years.

No, this was the Warp's problem, not his.

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silence……

There was silence, only the sound of the whistling wind and the sound of the engine idling. Hades squeezed out of the cabin door casually, completely regardless of posture - because no one would record all this,
At least here, everyone is sleeping soundly and peacefully.

It's dark on the Himalayas.

Don't worry, the black area is under good control - none of them are dead, they just wake up... maybe vomiting slightly for a while.

He expressed a slight apology to the people who came to welcome him, as well as the sons of Hades who sent him. Hades walked to the Forbidden Army who was still standing. The black domain passed by the Forbidden Army, forming a cavity. Hades waved Wave.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

The Imperial Guard was stunned and nodded slowly.

"First clean the ground and plow it," Hades smiled apologetically, "I avoided the positions of the Star Torch and the Lord of Mankind, is that okay?"

The Custodian nodded slowly,
"Then take me in now? To meet the Lord of Mankind?"

Hades asked tentatively, watching as the Custodes turned sideways to make way for him.

In the distance, Samuel looked out of the observation hole. He looked at the team of psykers who fell on the ground and the paralyzed Pluto army, and shook his head.

"It seems that the real Pluto is here," the archbishop said to himself, "I'd better prepare a suicide note."

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"..."

Malcador took a sip of tea, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the pale-faced Lord of Humanity.

"It seems you regret it?" Macado asked casually, "Why, you don't welcome him again?"

(End of this chapter)