Mars, now.
How many waves can a single word from one person stir up in the future? The future is full of twists and turns, a battle of life and death, the howling of war dogs humming in the blood of Nuthrea, the butcher's nails of Angron roaring, and fate has long been changed beyond recognition -
But now, at this moment, none of this has anything to do with Hades.
He is eating porridge.
Even though he will witness the life and death of a civilization and a race in his life, eating porridge is a real part of Hades' life.
Hades picked up the spoon, picked up the small algae of Martian origin, and dripped the vinegar-colored seasoning into the white porridge. He stirred it casually and continued eating.
It's lunch time now, and War Dog Perez is gone. He has been sitting with the Wild Wolf recently. Since that unpleasant experience with wild game, the Wild Wolf Manning's curiosity about him has obviously increased by more than one level.
As for the matters of Mortarion and Malcador, after waiting for a week without any news, Hades decisively put this information into the "don't bother thinking about it without notice" area.
However, it turned out that the notification did come, but it came a little late.
The door of the cafeteria was thrown open, and a group of mechanical servants rushed in with a pile of incense and scarlet silk, and hymns began to surround Hades' ears.
The whole hall instantly became sacred, except for the soldiers who were eating with bowls in their hands.
"ha?"
Jordan Sage came in hurriedly. It was rare for Jordan Sage to walk so fast with his huge body.
"Stop eating! The Son of Om Messiah is coming to visit the Techmarine base!"
The Ultramarines, Imperial Fists and other warriors immediately put down their bowls and helped the servitors to clear the dishes and chopsticks from the table.
Other technical sergeants were doing the same, some were even tidying up their clothes. Some were preparing to leave here and change out of their usual work clothes.
Compared to them, Hades was eating quickly.
The last bit is here, finish it!
It doesn't matter these few seconds!
“Stop eating!”
The Jordanian sage came over to reach Hades' bowl. On his slender limbs hung a set of ceremonial robes that were clearly Martian in style, with gold threads woven into the scarlet robe.
"Your primarch is here, stop eating!"
"Stop eating and change into your dress!"
Time was running out, and Sage Jordan's superior suddenly informed Jordan of this matter and told him that the adults had already set off here.
Oh, Om Messiah!
Hades was still wearing the work clothes of a technical sergeant, with engine oil still on them, and he didn't even have a Mechanicus badge!
However, compared to the nervous others, Hades's passivity was triggered by Jordan's behavior.
Stop wasting food!
It’s the last bite, this is not good!
Let him shave it, just once, just once!
It doesn't matter!
“Stop eating!”
The panicked Jordanian Sage stretched out his main limb, trying to snatch Hades' bowl away, which hindered Hades's action—
"Let him eat."
A familiar voice echoed in the hall.
Hades, who grabbed the last mouthful of porridge, almost spit the porridge out of his nostrils.
Everyone stood up and saluted, but the Jordanian sage seemed to be stuck and turned around too slowly.
His main limb was quietly lowered.
"Sir, welcome to the Tech Sergeant Base."
It was the first time Hades realized that electronic music could also produce a trembling effect.
The Jordanian sage greeted the visitor tremblingly.
"My Lord, I am the Mechanical Sage Jordan, responsible for the training of the technical sergeants of the Legion. I am glad that you are here to visit."
“I offer the most comprehensive service here.”
The tense words of the Jordanian sage were drowned out by the background chants of the mechanical servants.
The Primarch's tall figure was surrounded by a group of gorgeous red-robed sages, covered in metal and cables, and some hunched historians and Imperial officials followed at the back of the team.
Instead of wearing power armor, Mortarion wore a ceremonial uniform that was a mixture of Barbarus style and Imperial style. The Barbarus style successfully suppressed the magnificent style of the Empire. The plain color was out of place in the scarlet, just like himself.
Mortarion nodded and signaled everyone to bow.
The Primarch listened patiently to the ramblings of the Jordanian sage.
"Thank you for your dedication to training technical sergeants. I am already looking forward to handing over the next batch of technical sergeants of the Fourteenth Legion to you."
Hearing the approval of the Son of the Messiah in his heart, Sage Jordan was so happy that he almost died, and a faint smell of smoke seemed to come out.
"It's okay, it's okay."
The sage muttered quietly as he stretched out some tiny limbs and began to tighten the screws on the smoking part.
Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded again,
"Well, let me apologize for my sudden visit, as I am curious about the current status of our Corps' first Tech Sergeant."
"If you don't mind, I would like to take my technical sergeant to check on the affairs of the Legion and Mars."
"Excuse me, can the base agree to this?"
"I agree! Okay!"
"Sergeant Hades can leave now!"
Mortarion gave a slight nod as a token of thanks.
Then he looked at Hades, who had frozen in place with the spoon in his hand.
He walked over, and the sages in front of the Primarch made way for him.
As the Primarch walked from the door into the hall, Mortarion's own pressure began to overwhelm the entire place.
In the hall, the other Techmarine were shocked—
This is a completely different aura from most other Primarchs!
The poisonous gas from Barbarus slowly suffocated the room. His tall figure was like a dead tree, his face was haggard and sunken, and he was wearing plain mourning clothes.
Different from the glorious Guilliman and Sanguinius, and different from the serious and silent Dorn and Fenus, when most Primarchs give people a positive image, the god of death from Barbarus breaks their cognition.
Silence, death.
The poisonous gas slowly strangled the throats of everyone present.
Wolf Manning subconsciously held his breath.
That was the poisonous smell that had been on Hades before.
Are all of you Death Guards smelly?!
Besides, wasn’t the previous intelligence friendly to the people? !
This is close to the people?!
Wasn't it said that all Space Marines would be very similar to their Primarchs
Without paying attention to others, Mortarion looked at Hades who was still holding the spoon.
"Is that bothering you?"
“Ah?! Huh?”
"No, no!"
Hades was complaining wildly in his mind, "Brother, you should keep a low profile, or at least give us a heads up in advance. Look at the other sages behind you, they look like they are about to kill someone!"
In fact, the Martian Sage who arranged the Primarch's itinerary wished to tear Hades into pieces at this moment.
God knows why this Primarch suddenly insisted on going to the Technical Sergeant Base halfway!
The trajectory of the Primarch's path on Mars began to be recalculated, and the sections of the route escorted by Mechanical Magos of different sects began to change.
"Then are you still eating?"
"No more, no more!"
Hades was startled and quickly put down the bowl.
Mortarion gave him a puzzled look. The Primarch remembered that Hades didn't have such a small appetite.
"Let's go, let's go."
Hades, get up and go!
He felt other people's eyes scraping at him like daggers.
If you don't leave now, you will be torn into pieces!
Not far away, the Ultramarines, Imperial Fists, and Iron Warriors had their eyes wide open.
He thought he could hear the wolf Manning snoring, but in fact the wolf made no sound.
Mortarion blinked in confusion, obviously not understanding what Hades was thinking.
But having reached his destination, he couldn't stay for long.
Hades stood beside the Primarch, and the huge team slowly left again
After recovering from Mortarion's pressure, the technical sergeants who had been silent for a long time finally started to move.
They had just come into close contact with a Primarch.
"That is a unique adult."
“Every adult is different.”
"Didn't he say he wasn't familiar with her?"
The smell of poison gas still lingered in his nose, and the wolf said through gritted teeth.
This sentence directly pulled the thoughts of the technical sergeants who were immersed in the shock of the Primarch out of their reverie, and they suddenly realized what Hades had said before.
silence.
The other Space Marines began to wonder, if their Primarch came to Mars, would he come to visit them
The Ultramarines believed that Lord Guilliman would do so, the Luna Wolves also thought so confidently, but the Iron Hands remained silent because they knew the answer was probably "no".
White Scars didn't care about this, and the Salamanders were silent.
Iron Warriors The Iron Warriors have stopped thinking.
"I need to discuss some legion affairs with my warriors, so it is not convenient for the sages to come."
Mortarion stared expressionlessly at the mechanical magos who was trying to get on the vehicle.
The tall Grim Reaper now released his mighty power, and the temperature seemed to drop suddenly.
The logic system is operating.
"Yes, sir."
An electronic sound rang out.
Mortarion ignored the sage and got on the vehicle directly. Hades and a historian also followed the primarch.
This is a special transport vehicle with an all-black exterior and special treatment on the door.
The car began to move, dust rising beside it. Not far away, the vehicles of the Mechanicus were closely following the vehicle carrying the Primarch.
Mortarion glanced out the window indifferently.
"Okay."
What's ok
As if answering Hades's doubts, the hunchbacked historian who followed them into the car slowly took off his hood. He had been hiding in the crowd and was inconspicuous.
It's Makhado.
The wise man looked at Hades with deep eyes, but said nothing.
"You will leave with Malcador in a moment, Hades."
Mortarion spoke.
"Um?"
Hades asked doubtfully,
"What are you doing? Where are you going?"
Mortarion frowned in displeasure.
"Ask him. I don't know either."
"I just brought you here as he asked."
Hades turned his gaze back to Malcador, but the old man simply closed his eyes.
"You'll know later. Before that, let me rest for a while."
Did they really send him over to be used as material by the sage? !
"Don't let your imagination run wild."
Malcador opened his eyes, looked at Hades helplessly, and then closed them again to rest.
"It shouldn't be dangerous."
Mortarion spoke.
"Otherwise I won't be able to spare this psychic."
Hades winked.
"Why is it like this?"
So.high-profile
“If you want to hide something, why not try to put it in the shadow of something else that’s high profile?”
Malcador's voice sounded slowly.
The Primarch has an aura that attracts the attention of others. When the attention on Mars is attracted by a Primarch who changes his own trajectory at will, the attention to other corners will weaken.
The only price would be that the Magi on Mars would have a deeper and more strange impression of the Primarch.
Arrogant, stubborn, not following the plan, self-centered
But it was clear that neither Mortarion nor Malcador cared about this.
Realizing what Malcador was planning, Hades fell silent.
Although he knew that Mortarion would probably speak ill of Malcador every day. But now—
Mortarion, you were tricked by Malcador, right
However, Mortarion looked indifferent, as if leaving a bad impression on these sages was no burden at all.
No way!
You have to have good logistics!
Hades quickly began to explain the behavior patterns of these mechanical sages to Mortarion, and at the same time sent him his previous plan for the connection of the Death Guard to Mars, and earnestly persuaded Mortarion to pay attention to these mechanical sages that most of the Primarchs disliked.
Except for those Primarchs who have a preference for machinery, most Primarchs do not welcome these mechanical sages.
Sadly, Hades believed that Mortarion did not realize the importance of befriending the Magi until the very end.
The vehicle drove to a wasteland on the edge of a city, and the roar interrupted their conversation.
[Welcome to the section of road I am responsible for.]
[Sage Collier Zersi will be in charge of the next part of Lord Mortarion's journey.]
Huge steel behemoths suddenly emerged from the ground, and a convoy of metal vehicles disguised as insects crawled at a rapid speed, closely following their vehicles. Countless other insect-mimicking vehicles also suddenly appeared, surrounding them like a swarm.
The tall female sage stood firmly on top of the giant insect, her red robe fluttering.
Sand was flying everywhere and the jammers were working, obscuring the figures of the vehicles.
"Right now."
Makado, who had just closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and moved to the car door with an eerie agility.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the car door opened and sparks of hot sand slammed violently into the car.
Collier Jersey bowed slightly, and one joint of the giant insect stretched to the door of the car. The two galloping beasts reached a delicate balance at this moment.
"Walk!"
The thin old man immediately jumped over the joint of the giant insect. Hades blinked in amazement, then hurriedly stood up and walked over the joint.
"Remember to come back soon."
Mortarion's voice sounded behind them.
Seeing that the two had entered the insect-shaped vehicle, Collier Jersey looked at Mortarion and nodded silently, and a sage who was tied up appeared at the end of the joint.
Although the sage had obviously had his engine locked by code, Collier Jersey still added a lot of chains to him to prevent accidents.
Mortarion took up the sickle Annihilation, unhooked the sage from the worm's joints, and placed him in the seat opposite him.
Then he nodded to the female sage outside the car.
[It is my honor to escort Lord Mortarion.]
The giant insect's arm stretched back quickly, and the tip poked the ground with a dull sound.
Collier Jersey stood gracefully on the galloping vehicle, driving the metal swarm slowly away, and the flying sand and dust disappeared.
Mortarion watched them leave, then reached out and closed the car door.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound.
Now they were the only two in the car.
Mortarion rested his chin nonchalantly on his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the sage.
The hoarse voice of Death sounded,
"I heard you were interested in anti-psychic powers, Sage Kirkland?"
"Also, I heard that you are also interested in the Death Guard?"
What answered him was the mechanical body of Sage Kirkland, which began to smoke and tremble.
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