"Ah, ah, ah, I don't know anything, no, listen to my explanation. No, I can't explain it, you listen to his explanation."
Hades leaned his back against the wall, raised one hand to look innocent, and used the other hand to carefully poke and poke with the tip of his index finger, trying to move the tip of Sister Heifetz's dagger slightly away from the position against his throat.
The dagger did not move.
"I am loyal."
A faint voice sounded, without any of the majesty that was just there in the church. Hades wanted to cry but had no tears. Cold sweat ran down his face and his hair stood on end. He was thankful that he did not bring Sage Kirkland with him today. Otherwise, with Kirkland's words "fake emperor", he would have to go to Barbarus tonight to make raw materials for compost.
"Put it down, my sister."
The heavenly voice of the Imperial Guard Charon saved Hades. Black Magic snorted and retracted the dagger, but still stared at Hades.
Hades breathed a sigh of relief. It felt really bad to be trapped in a dark alley by a royal guard and the Sister of Silence.
Charon gave Hades a complicated look under his helmet. After witnessing the fanatical and excited reactions of the Graeae Mechanicus after Hades' speech, Charon felt that something was wrong.
However, their current mission is to learn Blackstone technology, and Charon can report the details to Terra later.
Before that, Charon decided to trust his own prejudgment. He looked at Hades, who was tall but almost hiding in the corner, and felt that this guy would not cause any big trouble.
But is this really the same person who gave the solemn speech in the church just now? Why does it feel like they are bullying him, when it is clear that if a fight really breaks out, the balance of victory will not tilt very clearly.
"Our Lord has given instructions, and we trust you."
Charon said word by word,
"But we hope that there won't be any situation that would embarrass us."
"Okay, okay."
Hades is a troublemaker. He will talk to those oil guys and tell them not to put him under the fire anymore.
"I am loyal, trust me."
Hades looked at the Imperial Guard Charon with his most sincere eyes, believe in him, believe him!
Charon did not answer. He glanced at Hades subtly. When his master asked him, the ferryman of the underworld, to meet Hades, he had sighed and expected something in his heart. His fate was clearly clear. He was destined to be the ferryman of the underworld. Charon also had his own expectations for Hades.
And Hades' previous purge of Barbarus also satisfied some of the expectations of this imperial guard, who was a powerful and indifferent superior.
But now, Charon looked back at Hades who was "trembling" in the corner of the wall by the black magic.
He didn't know what to say. It was the first time in his long life that this imperial guard met such a magical person.
After Hades fled in panic, the prayers in the Mechanical Cathedral continued. Everyone bowed their heads and swore an oath to the empty throne. The sage trembled as he engraved Hades' words on the seat of the sculpture of God.
[For truth and humanity.]
The specific concept of "human beings" never appeared in the original mechanical doctrine, and truth is their supreme king.
But now they have.
These small words are engraved here and will last forever.
Two days later.
"First of all, I am a normal human being."
"It's a human being."
Hades stared at the sages in front of him and said solemnly,
"Secondly, I am now the docking manager for the Death Guard and the Mint Forge Satellite."
"Do you understand?"
"Don't"
"Yes, sir. We will pay attention to the etiquette of receiving you. Please rest assured about this."
The sage said, and at the same time, a servo skeleton carrying tea flew down from Hades' side.
"Sir, this is precious tea we picked from a planet that has been ordered to be exterminated. There are only five kilograms of it in the entire galaxy. It was the spoils of war that Graeae captured when it was fighting against other forging worlds."
Hades looked at the teacup in front of him with a look of grief and anger. The tea leaves in it rose and fell, as if mocking what Hades had just said.
"I think you are being a little too polite in my hospitality, sage."
The sage in front of him blushed, and then continued without any burden,
"I'm sorry, sir. I made a mistake in introducing you. This is the tea we just stole from the Barbarus Star Ring. Please enjoy it."
You guys are just telling lies in front of people?!
But what can Hades do? Charon, the imperial guard, and Sister Helfa are still staring at him covetously. He can't just say it directly. Weak, pitiful and helpless, Hades can only pick up the teacup and take a sip.
Hmm. It tastes really good. Hades couldn't help but take another sip.
"I hope you can recognize the relationship between the two sides and treat the cooperation between the two sides with the right attitude."
The sage opposite him started saying "yes, yes, yes" again.
But at least after that, these mechanical sages were no longer so exaggerated.
In Graeae's foundry, machines roared and a huge team of red-robed people shuttled through. If you look closely, you will find a small white-green color in the center of the red robes.
"That's enough, no more."
Hades silently pushed back another servo skeleton that was flying down with snacks, but this servo skeleton still persevered and flew down from the air to nudge Hades' hand.
Seeing this, the sages surrounding Hades hurriedly asked if the hospitality was not good enough. Hades silently swallowed the burp that was about to come out and rejected the sages' active recommendation of snacks. These sages, apart from other things, had a full ability to collect information and quickly deduced Hades' personal hobbies from the Death Guard's food supply.
Although most sages have been transformed to be unsuitable for normal eating, it does not mean that there is no delicious food in the forging world.
Hades was so full from eating that he blinked blankly. He vaguely remembered that he came to discuss equipment with the Death Guard. Why did it turn out like this
No, Hades, you can't eat anymore.
You have to do your job, Hades, and not lose yourself in the mechanical sage's repeated calls of "come on, handsome guy."
Hades thought with great sorrow, and then spoke,
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I would like to discuss the cooperative production between Mint and Death Guard first."
In other words, stop feeding.
After hearing this, the leading sage quickly ordered the tall and short teams to disperse. After the pile of skeletons holding plates dispersed, Hades saw several long assembly lines.
"Sir, we have specially assembled several production lines. These are Graia's main products."
As a large forge world, Graeae has its own experience in heavy ground vehicles and missiles.
For example, the Graeae-type Hellhound tanks equipped with heavy flamethrowers will be a powerful weapon for attacking in narrow terrain. Although the range is extremely short, the raging flames can purify everything with a roar.
Because of the offensive characteristics of the Hellhound, these tanks are also called street fighting dogs. One of their variants is the Poison Wolf, which replaces the fuel tank with a gas tank.
Poison Wolf is very suitable for the Death Guard. Since the Death Guard has a legion commander who is keen on making poisons, they can choose different formulas according to specific aliens and provide a customized service.
Another famous product of Graeae is the Graeae Manticore missile launcher, while another world famous for producing Manticores is the infamous Acheron VIII.
The most notable feature of the Scorpion Missile Launcher is its highly advanced missile weapons. These incendiary bombs that can automatically search for enemies and carry high explosive damage can cause considerable damage to heavy units such as tanks. (In the ancient setting of GW, the values of this missile are very confusing. This article automatically changes to the normal Warhammer missile values.)
Missiles that can cruise automatically are quite good. Hades stared at these missiles. Since Graeae has a complete assembly line for producing guidance systems, these missiles do not necessarily have to be installed on the Lion-Tailed Scorpion.
Hades thought silently.
The following chapter will involve the weapons of the Death Guard and so on. It’s a big chapter and I’m really stuck now… I will definitely update more tomorrow to make up for it. I’m very sorry…
(End of this chapter)