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

Chapter 665 113. Evildoers need to be punished by evildoers

"idiot."

Macador said that he was standing on the observatory, and in the distance, the coastline where the Ocean of Chaos touched the physical world spread out, bursting out a long and dazzling sea of ​​​​light, illuminating the old man's front.

Behind the emperor, countless mortals surrounded by golden flames stood silently behind him. Looking closely, among them were generals or consuls who had once been famous in the empire.

These people were silent, and a hazy golden light rose up.

A staggering and sparse sound of footsteps was heard.

【hiss--】

Conrad tilted his head and scratched his ear with his little finger.

[You didn't tell me that being your dog would be treated like this.]

Malcador turned his head and saw the primarch in an extremely miserable state. Blood and flesh had soaked almost every inch of his clothes, and the remnants of vomit or excrement were flowing in his long hair.

Conrad opened his arms, revealing the hole in his chest that pierced through him. The blood-stained pearl chains hung down, like chains restraining the primarch.

[You are fully responsible for this matter, my master.]

Curze said in an extremely frivolous voice. Malcador said nothing, but snapped his fingers with a dark face.

With a crackling sound, all the unnecessary jewels on Conrad's body fell to the ground, splashing blood all over the ground.

"You should be thankful you're alive, Conrad."

[Alive? ]

Conrad stretched his muscles exaggeratedly, and the corners of his mouth stretched into an exaggerated arc.
[I'm not stupid - you should have seen the Slaanesh that filled the entire Commorragh. This is the first time I've seen such a crazy god. Dying in Commorragh is definitely not a good choice. Our Lady of Lust is thirsty.]

"And the lion?"

Malcador's eyes sparkled, but Conrad just shrugged indifferently.

"Since you ask me this, he's probably playing with the Slaanesh Eldar somewhere in Commorragh. I blew up the only working Webway entrance before I fled."

"Leon is not the point, the point is what he has in his hand."

【did not find.】

Conrad said frankly,

I was close to catching him - but I never thought of the indirect coercion from Chaos.

Using his contract with Malcador, Wanbian manipulated Conrad into detonating the Black Stone Road inside Commorragh. Together with other changelings lurking in Commorragh and the cooperation of the God of Laughter, he eventually brought Slaanesh into Commorragh.

Kozpi watched with a wry smile as Malcador's arm trembled, and the Primarch suddenly felt better, even though the feeling of being forced to do something was terrible.

"I allow you to rest."

Malcador nodded.
"But the task of tracking down the lion is still left to you. Once he leaves Comoros... we can detect him immediately."

Do I have any right to refuse?

Koz raised his hands in surrender.

[As you command, Emperor.]

Malcador was silent for a moment. Conrad tilted his head and looked curiously at the bright light in the distance.
[What to do next? With such a grand explosion, even the idiots like the High Lords would know what to do.]

Malcador glanced at Curze.

"The troops are gathering,"

He said simply,
"Within a week, the army gathered on Terra will head towards the star region originally controlled by the Eldar - even though Terra has not yet announced who will be the commander of this expedition, there are only two candidates."

Hades or Mortarion.

[Are they all from Barbarus? ]

Koz raised his voice in a weird tone.
[Where did my Macragge brother die? ]

There was no emotion in Malcador's eyes, and the Emperor didn't even make a move before the Primarch fell to the ground screaming.

"You can learn to keep your mouth shut, Konrad - the Lord of Mankind created twenty-one Primarchs, and I think there can be a mute among them."

After a while, behind the convulsing primarch, Sevatar and Shen appeared, also covered in broken flesh and blood, but it seemed that they had long learned to ignore it all.

Sevatar stepped over the struggling primarch without hesitation.

He ignored Curze's shouts as he passed, and turned directly to Malcador, saluted, and began to report the specific intelligence of Comoros.

"...Sexy Heaven took over the Eldar extremely quickly. The Eldar that were successfully converted became extremely violent. At the same time, I believe that Selutian is using the cloning technology of the Dark Eldar. The number of Eldar soldiers is growing rapidly."

"Slaanesh is half an Eldar god."

Malcador laughed,

"The number is increasing... Aisha, the Mother Goddess of Life... I should have thought about it... the world is changing..."

"So what are your next plans?"

After finishing the report, Sevatar calmly stood aside to prevent the vomit from the Primarch from getting on his helmet and boots.

“We will be responsible for the pre-war deployment against the Comoros.”

Machado said, smiling.
"It's really ironic. The Lord of Mankind and that guy have already conceded that I can no longer struggle? Or have they conceded that even if I resist, I can't fight them?"

Sevatar remained silent and served as a good background board. In his interactions with the Primarch Konrad, the Prince of Crows had learned how to be a perfect background board... or in Hades' words, to be a good supporting actor.

"I don't think the Empire will let you come directly - have they sent someone?"

Makado's smile never faded, but it made people's scalps tingle.

"I admire your pragmatism and astuteness, Sevatar. You should not be overshadowed by the Primarch."

"It is fate, my lord. I will not give up the Primarch."

Malcador laughed, and at the same time, there was a heavy knock on the door, accompanied by a strange smell of incense.

"Look, Sevatar, let's see who is coming from the Empire?"

Makado turned around and looked at the door with a forced smile. After a series of knocks like a notice, the door was opened directly and rudely.

The black stone incense burner hung over the scarlet robe. There was only one person, and the gears were clattering. Facing the observatory full of obviously abnormal psychic humanoids and fallen primarchs, the great sage Kirkland did not react at all.

Kirkland didn't even change his straight path. He rushed into the crowd of people in golden flames with a nonchalant look on his face. Malcador looked at him with amusement.
The hem of the sage's robe was burned by the golden flame and should have been burned to ashes directly, but the sage's red robe was like incombustible, and the golden flame shook in vain and went out again.

Kirkland lifted his robes and calmly walked over the twitching Primarch on the ground.

In just that moment! Sevatar and Shen burst out with terrifying killing intent. Shen clenched his gauntlets and they made a crackling sound. Sevatar's eyes were sinister, and a cold white light floated around him, and ice climbed up his armor.

If it were a mortal, they might even be frightened to death by the murderous aura emitted by the two Midnight Lords.

Kirkland ignored it all.

The great sage quickly bowed to Malcador, then tilted his head and stared at him.
"It's really ironic,"

Makado smiled with a fake smile.

"I thought at worst it would be Buzz Bella... but I didn't expect it to be a sage. They insulted me far more than I thought."

"If you have misjudged my abilities, my Lord,"

Kirkland's mechanical voice sounded without any fluctuation.

"You might suffer - at least that little fellow Boots won't be able to clink glasses with me."

The civil servants of the Empire generally discriminate against the Mechanicus, and the Sages have a low political status and a poor image.

Whether Malcador was trying to intimidate him or really meant it, it didn't matter.

Malcador smiled and shook his head, "No, no, how could it be? After all, he is his confidant, so he is very brave - has he guessed everything?"

"Please correctly call him the Supreme Hades, the Om Messiah of the Human World," Kirkland's mechanical eyes lit up red.

"But I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Even I was frightened by the scene you are seeing now."

Kirkland didn't look like a frightened person at all. He even had time to pull at his robe to prevent the original body's vomit from spreading over him.

"If you are not panicked in such a situation, then you are a hero among men—"

Malcador said, his eyes burning with golden flames, reflecting Kirkland's figure,
"But why can't I feel your soul?"

"The soul is a lie of idealism,"

Kirkland received it in a self-consistent manner,

"But I have already stepped into the realm of materialism and gave my soul to Hades as an admission ticket."

Sevatar sneered.

"……absurd."

Malcador spoke slowly, but Kirkland didn't care.

"I'm just a fierce dog that relies on the power of others. I'm better than a stray dog ​​that no one wants. There's no need for you to be mysterious with me. I just want to go back and get praised, see a miracle, or beat up my old enemy."

"Then tell me what you can bring."

Malcador's face turned cold. This was why he disliked the Sages of the Mechanicus, even though he knew that the Sage in front of him was one of the best helmsmen in the Mechanicus.

"The method of cutting off the webway - although we cannot build the webway, we can cut off the damaged part of the webway from the rest and isolate it."

Kirkland said directly,
"There is also anti-psychic technology. Dear Master Magic Patterner, I think the psychic power on your side cannot compete with Lust Heaven? So I brought anti-psychic technology."

"How far can your current anti-psychic technology go?"

"My private army can currently carry out a comprehensive anti-psychic destruction of three planets. After receiving the dispatch order from Pluto, if they dispatch in my name, a large-scale destruction of seven planets will not be difficult to accomplish."

Kirkland looked calm, but the Midnight Lords, who were still staring at him with murderous eyes, were startled.
A great sage's private army——can completely de-psychicize three planets? !
Even though they knew it was Kirkland, they were still a little shocked - perhaps this great sage had been too low-key before, and Kirkland had invested most of his forces in the civil war of the Underworld, so that his performance in the outside world was mediocre.

"There are other anti-psychic weapons, but I think most of you don't think highly of these individual weapons. I'm sorry to say that due to the scarcity of Black Stone and Soulless, only individual weapons, a small number of knights and mass extinction weapons have been widely used - there are other anti-psychic vehicles and warships, but because of their scarcity, they can be completely ignored."

Kirkland continued, watching Machado's micro-expressions with interest through the camera window.
But unfortunately, the human elf who had lived for ten thousand years did not show the expression that the sage hoped to see.

Kirkland could assure that the anti-psionic forces were always well protected by them and the Death Guard.

Before Pluto's return, no one knew the exact number and size of this force.

This was a form of protection for anti-psychic forces and a deterrent to the enemy, but after Pluto's return, it simply became a means of intimidation for the enemy.

This is why Kirkland is standing here. Why did Pluto send him?

This is a kind of trust, and the second is that they hope Kirkland can show their arsenal. Even if Pluto is not here, they can try to play a trick on Malcador.

As for the Lord of Mankind? He wanted it all, and it went wrong.

Not as safe as Pluto.

Kirkland thought so.

Seeing that Malcador remained silent and looked off into the distance with a gloomy look in his eyes, Kirkland continued,
"Besides that, there are ships. Lots and lots of ships—some of which can travel at FTL speeds reliably."

? !
Malcador looked sharply at Kirkland.

"Super light speed?"

"No comment."

Kirkland spread his hands. Long before Pluto's return, Faos had already used the ship driving system assisted by Nirvana. It was hard for the sage to say that the person on it was only responsible for inserting the key to activate the system.

For example, the captain turns the key to activate the main system; the gunner turns the key to activate the shooting system; the first and second mates turn two keys to activate the engine drive...

If there were no humans on board, the ship could theoretically reach superluminal speed, but now Pluto has used inertia-free acceleration - the humans on the ship are more like a mass of living meat that drags down the machinery.

The common solution is to use highly mechanized crew members, but highly mechanized and densely populated crew members are too expensive, and their physical strength must be higher than that of cast generals to withstand high-load sailing.

The real implementation plan was proposed by the Lord of Mankind. Kirkland would not have any questions about the burning golden figures on the inertia-free superluminal ship.

Those things don't have to obey physics.

Although the sage is a little dissatisfied——

Because of those guys, the anti-psychic systems on the ships must be removed and replaced by the state religion of the Holy Emperor. Recently, Terra has been training Space Marines such as the Word Bearers and the Blood Angels, probably to use them to reinforce the faith domains of these ships.

Oh, now they should not be called the Word Bearers and the Blood Angels. The Word Bearers are so few in number that they are only in name only, and the Blood Angels... have disguised themselves as the World Eaters Successor Group.

But what did all this have to do with him, Kirkland thought? Nothing.

He is here to supervise Malcador. Pluto has given him the power, so Kirkland is happy to carry it out.

........................

"Ah!"

Hades, who was working at his desk, sneezed suddenly. He felt as if someone was cursing him sadly.

The office door was opened, and Vox, who looked tired, and Blake, who looked stubborn, came in.

"How is it, are you okay?"

Hades asked as the two men in front of him went to participate in the test flight of the Endurance.

As for why Mortarion was not there, perhaps the Primarch was arguing with Kharas or appeasing the Death Guard.

Vox nodded, looking pale.
“It’s more exciting than I thought.”

The two-faced man's lips were pale. Hades heard it and quickly asked the robot servant to bring him a cup of hot tea without poison.

The Endurance's inertia-free FTL plan is very simple. The Pale Lord uses the [White Mist Field] to wrap up all the living people, adding a buffer and preventing them from dying.

Then the racing started.

take off!
This is indeed a big challenge for the Death Guards who are used to slower pace.

Due to Hades' physical condition, he was not allowed to participate in the test flight.

“I think I was denied death about four times.”

Vox said, with a complicated expression and a silence.
"Karas is arguing with the Primarch about this matter - the new generation selected for the test flight are terrified. This may be their first, second, third... death."

"I died seven times."

Blake suddenly interrupted.

Hades also fell silent.

"All right……"

He says,

"Then let's slow down the speed next."

The sages' imaginations might be too theoretical, or they might really believe the Death Guard's words of "Tenacity!"

He said this, pulled out a few sheets of paper from the pile, and immediately began to draft the document.
In the pile of processed documents, on the paper approving Kirkland to join in the fun at Malcador's place was the joint seal of Hades and the Emperor.

On the other hand, new news emerged. In the report submitted by Sage Kirkland, a new type of army was rapidly gathering in Comoros.

That looked very much like some kind of Slaanesh-ized Eldar.

(End of this chapter)