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

Chapter 770 213. Those with beds return to Terra
【how do you feel? 】

Amid the rolling lava, Angron wiped the mixture of blood and sweat from his forehead. The Primarch looked at his son Khârn, who was standing expressionlessly on a rock, pulling out the chainsaw axe stuck between the enemy's bones.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Kahn said that Angron's words reminded him of Karas with dark circles under his eyes on Terra, and the gladiator couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Now he was deeply moved that his Primarch was Angron - the Lord of Red Sand was the best among the Primarchs, and at least he would never abandon his offspring.

As for the Space Marines who were sacrificed to Robert Guilliman...Khârn was silent for a moment, and decided to skip the topic.

Angron did not seem to care about Khârn's answer. The Primarch looked into the distance, gazing at the starry sky with his red eyes.

[It seems we should go back - I feel that Mortarion's army is setting sail again.]

"The Legion will always follow your steps."

Kahn shook off the blood on his battle axe and walked to the side of the Primarch. Angron turned his head and glanced at Kahn.

After more than half a year of fighting with the Khorne army/greenskins, the Lord of Red Sand has successfully calmed down. At least he will no longer inexplicably associate some bad images with it.

The World Eaters also fought several battles with the remnants of Hydra. Even Angron, who could read minds, could not figure out whether the Hydra were loyal or treacherous.

He could sense that Khorne was extremely repulsive to the Alphas, but the Alphas were still under Khorne's command - the auras between the two did not quite mesh, and Angron did not understand why Khorne chose the Alphas.

[Kahn, tell me...how do you plan to live in the future? ]

Angron asked suddenly. This kind of weird question no longer surprised Kahn. Before this, Angron often asked inexplicable questions.

“I will always follow you.”

Kahn answered truthfully, but Angron sighed and looked at Kahn again.

[I mean others - others, those who have left the Primarch and the Legion. What do you want to do?]

In the past, this topic might have been dangerous, but Kahn had already experienced Conrad, who would occasionally fight with other Primarchs, and Karas, who would curse at the Primarchs, so it was okay.

But what could he do without his Primarch and his Legion?
"Become a gladiator."

Kahn didn't think much about it, and the answer came out. Then he added,
"If Abaddon isn't dead yet, I'm going to hunt that scum down."

The Primarch clicked his tongue and shook his head. Angron seemed to want to say something, but after waiting for a while, he did not speak. He obviously chose to respect Kahn.

【Maybe that day will really come,】

Angron looked up at the starry sky with a hint of something. The stars were reflected on the retina of the Primarch. What was the Primarch, who had a strong empathy ability, thinking about?
[I didn't believe it before, but now I am willing to believe it. At least during the Great Crusade, my brothers have never been so harmonious, and - what did Guilliman and Hades say, yes, yes, yes, yes, improve productivity. ]

but……

Angron suddenly shuddered in his hidden thoughts. He remembered the other fate he was told, which was extremely absurd and unimaginable... It had caused him countless sleepless nights, and he tried to think about why he fell into that fate.

Yes.

Angron had thought seriously about why he would have fallen into such a fate if it were him.

In the end, he sadly discovered that he was extremely well-matched for that fate.

He would be the true master of carnival and indulgence. He could make everyone resonate with the dying, or cheer with drug addicts. Empathy is so simple, drowning in the torrent of countless emotions. Are glory and faith such empty things?
Thinking of this, Angron shuddered again.

Because of this, the honor and gladiator's ease that he now holds on to are even more precious. This is the straw that prevents the soul from drifting away with the torrent of emotions, and it is also the reason why he, Angron, exists here.

Now back to the topic he just talked about, how does he plan to live in the future - no, how does he plan to live now?
There were dots of golden light flickering in Angron's pupils. He had never been so motivated as he was now. He decided to take one more step and be more proactive.

His brothers were already standing on their own battlefield, so Angron could not retreat.

He will return, he will work, the great and unwavering oath stirred in the Primarch's heart.

It's quite like a cow or a horse that takes the initiative to go back to work.

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【Don’t go back.】

Hades looked helpless. He looked at Mortarion without saying a word.

[Barbarus is now in the first quarter of the harvest season. We can go back for two planting seasons before returning to Terra.]

Mortarion said this without blushing or beating his heart. The God of Death stared at Hades with calm eyes, but his tone was extremely stubborn.

"I want to go back to Barbaros, too."

Hades made a mournful expression.

"But there is still work on Terra, Moth Smash."

【…】

[You also have an office on Barbarus. If you don't like it, you can rebuild it.]

“But I have to discuss this with Guilliman and Fenus. The Archbishops of the Cult of the Underworld and the Great Sages on Mars are still waiting for my return.”

Hades could already imagine that when he returned, he would be surrounded by a group of sages, just like a fanatical fan meeting.

Oh, and by the way, there is also a mountain of official duties.

After entering the core of the empire, Hades had completely understood Zhu Yuanzhang's poem: "I get up before all the officials do, and I don't sleep after all the officials have gone to bed. I am not as good as the rich man in the south of the Yangtze River, who still wraps himself in a quilt when the sun is 15 feet high."

This is the truth of rulers. If you want to govern an empire, then you will become the biggest cattle and horse of this empire. The only good news is that Hades ranks third from the bottom on the human empire's sleep list, and the second to last and the first are Guilliman and Finus respectively.

Referred to as the Ox-Horse trio.

With this workload, even a Space Marine would be exhausted.

Hades sighed in his heart. He just looked at Mortarion who seemed to have made an inexplicable determination. Finally, after seven deep breaths, the god of death looked at Hades firmly.

"?"

[…I allow Guilliman to land on Barbarus.]

No, buddy?

"He is the Lord of the Empire, he must stay on Terra."

Hades explained that he felt he didn't need to explain, Mortarion understood, Mortarion just didn't want to admit such a cruel fact.

【Changed Barbarus to an empire core. 】

The Grim Reaper calmly uttered extremely terrifying words, raised one hand, slowly clenched his fist, and suddenly the light of the subspace illuminated the villain's face.

His expression made Hades unable to tell for a moment whether he was joking or serious.

"Well... well, you go and advise Guilliman in person. If he agrees, I won't object."

Mortarion fell silent.

Mortarion and Hades stared at each other.

"..."

"So you don't dare to face Guilliman, huh?! Right! Mortarion!!!"

Hades roared, and stepped forward to point at Mortarion, who coughed confidently.
【I don’t want to see him.】

The truth is that if he went to Guilliman to make trouble, Guilliman would press Mortarion directly onto the desk.

Then make Mortarion work overtime until he passes out.

It is so terrifying, so horrifying, this is the Lord of the Empire, Robert Guilliman.

Under the gaze of Hades's evil friends, Mortarion finally gave in.
【…】

【I will go back and curse Guilliman.】

Death said indignantly. "Why don't you go back and work overtime with me? You'll have some free time after you finish the work."

[…I refuse.]

This may be the first time Mortarion refuses Hades.

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[I am glad to see you back, Hades - I am still unsure about some of the requests of the Mechanicus, and Fenus cannot judge the wolfish ambitions behind their requests.]

Hades smiled, but the corners of his mouth trembled a little. He saw a somewhat tired Guilliman. Damn it, this was the super-powerful daddy of the subspace infused with the faith of the entire human empire, but he had worked overtime to the point of suffering from kidney deficiency.

"Ha ha……"

Hades laughed awkwardly.
“I might not be that willing to come back.”

Guilliman glanced at Hades, and you and I knew from his blue eyes that the kingly face he always maintained was a little broken at this moment.
A murmur that only Hades could hear began.
[I also want to return to Macragge.]

Hades shuddered and looked at Guilliman, reading some resentment in Guilliman's expression - this matter was simple to explain, that is, Mortarion saw that persuading Hades was futile, so he ran back to Barbarus for vacation.

In this regard, the emperor's descendants may have an inexplicable tacit understanding with the emperor.

However, he can only rest for two or three months at most. If he does not return after the deadline, Guilliman will use the FTL desk to capture Mortarion.

But returning to Barbarus also has a price, and the price is that the transmission path of official business between the Storm Star Field and part of the Extreme Star Field has been changed, and the destination has been changed from Terra to Barbarus.

"There will be no one left in the Empire if you go back."

Hades tried his best to keep the smile on his face.
"If nothing else, how is Sanguinius doing lately?"

This is the Primarch among the several Primarchs who is most likely to unleash his work potential.

Also working,

Guilliman smiled bitterly.
[But I didn't dare to add more work to him, so most of it was handled by me and Finus.]

"understand."

Hades blinked,

"But Conrad and Corax are back, you can give them the remaining indicators."

【I will. 】

In this regard, Guilliman resumed his ruthlessness, work, work, no one can escape. In the period of non-total war, all the Primarchs were super plus big cattle and horses in Guilliman's eyes.

Looking at Guilliman, whose face seemed to say "not enough slaves", Hades was really afraid that one day the Lord of the Empire would tell him the nonsense about why the Emperor didn't give birth to more children so that they could be captured and worked for.

【besides……】

Guilliman looked at Hades hesitantly. Hades paused for a moment, then understood Guilliman's hesitation.
"I came back voluntarily."

Hades blinked helplessly.
"I can't let so many people wait for me."

Apart from anything else, at least the Mechanicus commanded by Hades is the epitome of a model worker. When he thinks of the tens of thousands of ruling sages waiting to find Hades, Hades has no chance to sit idle.

【All right,】

Guilliman smiled. The pleasantries were over, a total of 1 minute and 13 seconds. Next, he had to calculate the Empire's financial report for this quarter, version 986.2.

[Before I saw you, I was still thinking about how to assign work to Mortarion——but, I didn’t expect it. ]

Guilliman shook his head and patted Hades on the shoulder, showing a kind of mutual understanding between revolutionary workers.

Hades watched Guilliman - the ox and horse - return to his workstation.

He was granted five hours of rest time, and Hades decided to go back to his lounge and lie down for a while. A long time ago, perhaps Hades would never have thought that he would have his own cattle and horse dormitory deep in the palace in the Himalayas.

He didn't want to call the room a bedroom because it tainted the word sleeping.

This room was decorated purely according to Hades' instructions. A room of 700 square meters, uh, this size, seems to be able to be called a hall.

Guilliman gave a room to each Primarch and Hades. Guilliman's own room was an ocean of gold and blue, with a regular, normal dormitory layout. Thick blankets embroidered with Macragge scenery hung from the walls, bringing a little bit of the fresh air of home to the wanderer in his dreams.

It is rumored that Guilliman kept his mother's suicide note in his chambers on Terra, but Guilliman never commented on the subject.

In addition, Guilliman gave Finus the blueprints of a large bathhouse in Macragge - but for some reason, the construction of this large bathhouse has never started.

Saint-Gilius's dormitory was decorated by angels... uh, Hades couldn't think of any adjective to describe it. A combination of postmodern art and hyperrealism?

There, countless simple lines and images formed a kind of picture that made people silent after taking a look at it. Some exquisite gadgets made by archangels were suspended in the air. Between those large expanses of lines, sometimes a small and extremely realistic picture would suddenly appear, sometimes depicting hell, and sometimes a military parade on earth, as if a corner of the entire dream space was torn apart, revealing the madness underneath.

By the way, Angel made a big bird's nest-like bed and placed it in the middle of the dormitory.

When talking about Sanguinius, we have to mention Mortarion. There was no bed in Mortarion’s bedroom - yes, this was the most surprising thing for Hades.

How can there be no bed?
Hades once persuaded Mortarion to get a bed and stop lying on the floor, but Mortarion firmly refused. He felt that a bed made of any material would make him uncomfortable, no matter how soft the material was that Hades ordered the Mechanicus to use.

Hades thought that this might be because Mortarion grew his bones outside, so he thought.

Besides, Mortarion thought it was a foolish thing to sleep with a pair of large wings.

He did not say this to Sanguinius's face.

So people ask, how does Mortarion sleep?

The answer is to sleep standing up, or turn into fog.

The first thing everyone did when they pushed open the door of the Death Chamber was to hold their breath, or cough. The thick fog was less than two meters from the ceiling, and everything else was fog. Everything was in the fog.

Mortarion placed some of his collection items in this dormitory. Maybe because the God of Death was bothering Terra, the placement of the items was not very organized. In the eyes of others, Mortarion looked like he had picked up a bunch of junk and thrown it into his room.

In addition, Mortarion also planted a tree in the room.

When he wanted to take a rest, he would lean against a tree and close his eyes, or sit under the tree, or just turn into mist. At this moment, there was only silence in this space.

Hades described it as Mortarion building a reptile viewing cage and locking himself in it.

Mortarion's response to this was always to tell Hades to find a solid bed.

Apart from that, Angron's room was quite cozy. Only the bloodstained double axes hanging next to the bookshelf gave people a glimpse of the owner's identity. The carefully preserved books and the thick and warm bed all showed the owner's daily style.

Although Conrad himself was very dirty, his room was very clean. The furniture soiled by him would be thrown away and replaced with new ones by the Night Lords. The style of the room was quite luxurious and hedonistic, except for a cross with a hook and a little blood in the middle of the room. No one knew what the Primarch used it for.

Magnus's dormitory can be summarized in one sentence, there is an extra bed in the finely decorated library; Vulcan's is a rock wind with a burning stove; Hades has never seen Corax's room. Except for Guilliman, Corax does not allow anyone to enter his room on Terra, including Conrad.

Corax thinks Conrad is dirty.

It is said that there are game consoles inside.

As for Hades' room... there is a sturdy bed, and a wall full of scaled-down chess pieces, and chess pieces in countless display cabinets and cabinets. The King of Hell has models of all the armies in the empire, and he is still working hard to create new chess pieces.

Rather than a resting place, this place is more like a warehouse, a warehouse for storing chess pieces, but Hades thinks it's cool.

These people don't understand what it means that one gram of plastic is more expensive than one gram of gold.

And now, he has the entire empire's entire army as pawns! All!

This is Hades! King!

In addition, Hades had previously proposed to use white cement to paste out European-style patterned square frames (? ) on the ceiling, and also on the walls where they meet the ground, but was then tactfully persuaded to go back by Guilliman and Sanguinius.

Mortarion was originally speaking for Hades, but after seeing the pattern that Hades drew from memory, he also fell silent.

Angron came over to take a look, and then he read Sanguinius' mind, and then Angron went to vomit.

(End of this chapter)