The white light from the ceiling of the interrogation room shone down brightly, with a cold and sharp edge, and the steel interrogation table was shining with a terrifying cold light.
For the rest of the darkness, the gravekeeper stood silently at the door, but since they had entered, the soldier had been like a still sculpture, motionless.
The position of the chief interrogator was empty. On the other side of the table, Margot swallowed silently and tried to shrink herself away from the white light as much as possible.
The coolness on her wrist constantly reminded Margot of her current state of captivity.
She shouldn't have said that. It was the first time Margot realized that language could be judged.
God, I hope you will forgive my folly.
Margot prayed silently. The empty interrogation room stretched out the time and gave her a sense of haziness.
"*#?,."
Margo opened her eyes and glanced at the person next to her who was making the strange noise.
Next to the Hellhound was the Sage Kirkland. Compared to Margot's handcuffs, the Death Guards had really tied up this sage. All of the sage's limbs were roughly pulled out and tied up.
In addition, the Death Guard's technical sergeant locked all of the Sage's movable joints and copied a command code to him.
As he did this, Kirkland obeyed the Death Guard with an unnaturally docile attitude.
"What's wrong?"
Margot whispered to the sage,
"Coming soon."
Even though he was tied up tightly, Kirkland still struggled and shook his body slightly, trying to prove to Margot that there was no need to worry.
"No need to worry—"
The sage wanted to say something, but he immediately shut his mouth and curled up silently between the red robe and chains.
"Quiet."
Kirkland whispered.
Margo swallowed again. She knew what the mentally ill sage was referring to. The person who would judge them was coming. Margo hoped for at least a quick death.
The sound of armor joints colliding was heard, and the gravekeeper standing at the door moved. He silently opened the door and let the judge outside in.
The light from outside the door shone in blindingly, and an obviously tall figure walked in—
No, this, this. The vague figure in her memory, the special shoulder armor pattern, Margot subconsciously held her breath.
Wait, oh my god, oh my god!
Pluto? ! It's Pluto? ! !
Margot was sure that her whole body was shaking. Before she was locked up, she had never thought that she and this half-crazy sage could alarm such a big shot. Just an ordinary Death Guard was the limit of her imagination.
But now, the senior leadership of the entire legion is still Pluto - Pluto!
Just because of her random guesses, she was even noticed by Hades himself? !
Margot felt like she was about to faint. The unacceptable truth was squeezing her. In fear and awe, she buried her face deep in the darkness under the table, trying to find some comfort for herself.
After reviewing a pile of documents, Hades sat silently at the judgement table, staring at the two people in front of him and thinking.
Hades also asked the gravekeeper outside to turn off the recording of this interrogation room. Everything here would only be recorded by Hades himself.
One is the Cerberus auxiliary army who is trembling with fear, and the other is the mechanical sage Kirkland who is playing dumb.
Looking at Kirkland who was pretending to be stupid, Hades sighed deeply.
This made the Cerberus tremble even more violently, so Hades had to speak as quietly as possible.
But Hades didn't know that his deep voice was like a sickle scraping across the floor, slowly scraping across Margo's spinal cord.
"Don't be nervous, Margo from the 037th Regiment. I'm only going to ask you a few questions."
Margot lowered her head and nodded twice randomly.
Hades sighed again in his heart. Of course Hades remembered this auxiliary soldier who had shouted "For Pluto" at the beginning.
He even suspected that the person on the other side was Hydra, but after checking her information, he found that there was indeed nothing wrong.
Therefore, Hades only asked the gravekeeper to keep an extra eye on her for a while, and asked her auxiliary legion commander to convey the message not to be feudal and superstitious, but to believe in the truth of the empire.
Originally, this matter was over, and in fact, the originator of the [Pluto] rumor was not Margot, but another mortal who liked to make up stories.
But unexpectedly, Hades was staring at Kirkland, and the sage obviously knew what he was doing.
Realizing that the overly nervous hellhound obviously had no questions to ask, Hades decided to give the sage, who was playing dumb, a warning.
With his arms resting on the table and his hands crossed, Hades covered the lower half of his face with his hands. Only his pure-colored eyes were exposed, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"Kirkland, explain why you left the mission area without permission and went to harass a mortal auxiliary soldier?"
"My Lord, you need to understand and value your inner self. You can't run away from this anymore."
Hades's heart, the old man, the subway, the cell phone.
Hades, calm down, stay calm.
"I want you to answer my question head on, Kirkland."
Kirkland was silent for a moment.
"I did it on purpose, sir."
Hades raised his eyebrows, motioning him to continue.
"Margot's discovery completes the last piece of the puzzle. The prayers of believers really do bring attention and feedback. This already meets the definition of a god, even if you yourself don't want to admit it."
Watch and give feedback. Hades really needed this information urgently, but the most urgent matter was - Hades slowly calmed down his angry heart and spoke resolutely,
"Listen, Kirkland, I'm only going to say this once."
“First of all, I am not God;”
“Secondly, I am not God;”
"Finally, I am not God."
".Do you understand?"
Hades gritted his teeth and said,
"I don't know where you came to your conclusion, sage. Compared to Margot, who still doesn't know who I am, what are you thinking after spending so much time with me?"
Hades never thought that one day, his virtues would be spread like wildfire and he would be regarded as a god.
At least the gods in Warhammer are not like him. Hades clearly remembers the time he spent on Barbarus. With this kind of experience, he would be just an ordinary and unlucky human being, right
His subsequent growth in strength was due to his physique and the fact that he was forced to absorb some Void Dragon fragments. He did not have any other extraordinary abilities.
Besides, what god would work every day like a model worker who is about to die of sudden death? Compared to a god, Hades would rather call himself a hard-working Warhammer worker with zero salary.
Hades looked stern as he picked up a stack of documents from the table and began to read them one by one.
"Then, you were found spreading dangerous ideas to the mechanical sages of Mint and Just."
"Your assistant Jin once tried to stop you, but you made him believe your words instead."
Hades suddenly realized that although Kirkland and King were working diligently for his Blackstone Labs every day, he needed to pay attention to the psychological and mental health of his employees.
"Finally, you tried to kidnap Margo the Hellhound and trick her into compiling a dissemination manual?"
After reading these, Hades found that he was the first one to be silenced.
This shook Hades deeply, greatly.
Hades felt that whether he rushed out of the laboratory to grab food from the cafeteria, or he lay on the laboratory floor to sleep, or he made tasteless jokes with the robot servant every day.
Kirkland. How on earth could Kirkland do this against his conscience after witnessing all this?!
In Hades's cognition, the first element for a person or a thing to be called a god is [mystery].
Perhaps I consciously create a sense of mystery, or perhaps it is because of the haziness caused by distance, those things that are worshipped by people are all separated from the believers.
This will make it easier for believers to deify a certain existence.
Hades could still understand what the Cerberus Hounds did. After all, in mortal armies, there was a custom of privately calling very powerful Space Marines, or Primarchs and Emperors "angels", "demigods", or "gods".
The Legion simply turned a blind eye to this, after all, the Primarch and the Emperor were so charming... In a sense, if the nouns above are changed into adjectives, it seems to be correct.
But the premise is that the Space Marines, the Primarchs, and the Emperor are all far enough away from the mortals. Except for the angel Sanguinius, Hades does not believe that the people on the Primarch's home planet would worship the Primarch as a god in the beginning.
Because they are close enough to humans, in addition to their abilities far beyond those of ordinary people, the other behaviors they exhibit indicate their human appearance.
Just like Mortarion, at first the Barbarus people thought that Mortarion was a big guy who had a strange disease and that was why he grew so big.
It was not until Mortarion led the Barbarus to slay the alien lord that he began to be regarded as a gifted war general - but not a god.
It was only later when Mortarion joined the Legion that his reputation improved by leaps and bounds, thanks to the bonus of the Legion and the fact that he was far enough away from the mortals. Some mortals who caught a glimpse of the Lord of Death from afar on the battlefield would think he was a demigod.
But the premise is still [mystery].
Hades could not understand Kirkland's train of thought. Apart from anything else, Hades was confident that he was the most humane Space Marine among the Death Guard.
And he never pretended in front of Kirkland. At least he maintained the serious appearance of the Death Guard commander in front of others.
But in front of this sage who was already tied to Hades, Hades didn't care much about maintaining his personal image.
Just like that, just like that, he can still be called "God" by Kirkland? !
Hades felt pain at the corner of his mouth, the pain of wanting to smoke but not being able to. He silently looked at Kirkland's whereabouts in the file. The sage had edited a lot of Hades' photos.
Carefully selected images, carefully chosen compositions, smoke and dim light surround the protagonist, his face is serious and silent, a dark shadow casts in front of him -
Hades didn't know he could be so handsome.
But Hades was more aware that most of the time he appeared in front of Kirkland, he was the sloppy image of an old man wearing a technical sergeant's shirt and beating machines in the workshop every day.
Hades was brainstorming, but in the end, he still couldn't find the reason and purpose for Kirkland's behavior.
".Kirkland, why do you think I am a god?"
Hades' mouth moved slightly, based on his usual performance.
The red-robed mechanical block at the judgment table squirmed a few times under the imprisonment of the lock, and said in a firm voice,
"My Lord, because I know the truth behind the exaggerated appearance."
"Only the most foolish believers are deceived by appearances and actions. I know, I know."
"The golden church that reaches up to the sky, the servants who sing beautiful poems, the hypocrisy and affectation in their gestures, only the most ignorant mortals would be touched by these!"
As if hitting a sore spot, Kirkland began to curse with an angry voice.
"You are a scumbag who only cares about handsome appearance! You are an existence who only knows how to play tricks on people! Who stipulated that gods must have a gorgeous and beautiful appearance?!"
"Those mortals are merely worshipping the highest rulers of their race, and mistakenly assessing that wealth that they themselves cannot possess is the exclusive preserve of the gods—"
"stop!"
Hades stood up suddenly and slammed the table, and a huge noise exploded in the room.
"Bang-"
Hades was thankful that this was the Death Guard's exclusive interrogation room, and that no other forces existed in this strictly guarded area.
Otherwise, the words just now would make the hairs on the back of Hades' neck stand up.
"Kirkland, I warn you seriously, everything you just said is heresy. All of this is your own arbitrary deduction. The Death Guard has never given you any guidance or information in this regard!"
A white light shone on Hades' head, and his face against the light was shrouded in ominous darkness. An extremely terrifying expression appeared on Hades' face.
Margot, curled up at the table, was almost suffocating. She could feel it.
That is murderous intent.
If she was the one being scolded, she might have fainted from fear.
But to her surprise, Kirkland's deliberately flattering voice sounded again, even with a kind of gentleness.
"Yes, I know, sir, these are my personal guesses, and I have never said these before."
"But, Lord Hades, I just want to make it clear that I am not one of those ignorant mortals, and the real gods are not what they are traditionally portrayed as."
"What are you struggling with? Are you struggling with your image not being majestic enough, or your life being too rough? No, these are just superficial things."
"You have great power, can drive out evil, and respond to the prayers of believers. Why do you cling to the definitions of mortals?"
Hades was silent for a long time, then he spoke slowly.
“Kirkland, don’t use language and definitions to obscure principles.”
Hades glanced at Margot. There were some things that he really couldn't say in front of this mortal.
"I can tell you that I am not a god. I understand my existence. I remember all my experiences here. There are many things I cannot do. I am not an absolutely selfless, noble being."
"Kirkland, I don't know if it's my ability, the Black Domain, that has confused you, but I'm telling you clearly that I'm not a god. Do you understand?"
"At least for now, there are no gods for humans."
"If you are still confused and puzzled about my abilities, I can patiently answer your questions, but don't regard the existence you don't know as some kind of special existence."
"The great power you speak of, the power that drives away darkness, is only due to my black domain ability. What is the difference between you and those ignorant people who worshipped powerful psychics in ancient times?"
"My Lord, but you cannot explain the fact that prayers of mortals can be answered."
Kirkland's mechanical voice sounded, ending Hades' words.
10,000 orders!!! Yay!!! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!
I put it on the shelves from the beginning of March when school started to the end of final exams in July, which was exactly one semester, and it received 10,000 orders.
I have many feelings and a lot of emotions.
I will continue to work hard and try to tell this story well within a reasonable range.
(End of this chapter)