Hades was originally waiting for Malcador to talk to them, but as if he was in a hurry, or Malcador seemed to trust Mortarion (?), the old man directly dragged Hades onto the boat.
Fortunately, the ship still had some time to wait for departure, so Hades leaned against the observation porthole and looked at the bustling crowd at the foot of the giant ship.
The most conspicuous one was Mortarion, a giant standing there, and then there was Sage Kirkran who ran out urgently. His red robe was very dazzling among the white and green ones, and he even stood next to the Primarch.
Then there are Garo, Vox, and some administrative staff he brought with him... Pasteur is running towards here in the distance.
Further away, Hades could see the mortals of the Cerberus also sneaking out and mixing among the mechanical servants of logistics and transportation.
Black Domain discovered that some members of the 0th Company were also nearby, hiding very well. Apart from rays, they could not be found by the naked eye.
As for what Hades thinks...
He was desperately explaining the work he was going to do to Mortarion and Garro. Although there were paper handover guidelines, Hades thought it necessary to emphasize them verbally.
When Hades was still peeking through the window and telling Pasteur to learn some administrative management, Macador appeared behind Hades with a calm face.
Hades turned his head suddenly and refused to jump to kill him. The last time he did this was Guilliman.
"It is a pleasure to see how well you and Mortarion have built the Death Guard,"
The old man said calmly, but Hades felt that there was an overtime anger in Malcador's eyes;
"You don't have to worry too much. A true hero will naturally know the direction of loyalty."
Under the porthole, Mortarion, who was seen with a corner of Malcador's hood, seemed to be holding a scythe and cursing something, and the Lord of Death's dirty words faithfully leaked out from Hades' channel.
Hades felt that Malcador's anger was burning even more fiercely under his calmness. It seemed that the regent was annoyed by the troublesome three-piece combination of Horus, Mortarion and Konrad Curze.
The old man smiled grimly, and Malcador uttered an insult to Hades, then swung his scepter - the sound in Hades' helmet was now clearly audible.
[Malcador! Even your official documents are emergency transfer orders! Is the Imperial Army now just your toy?! You can transfer whoever you want?!]
A normal transfer order would take at least a standard Terra week, so the regent's administrative speed could be described as lightning fast.
Malcador spoke slowly, his voice also transmitted along Hades' channel,
"Lord of Death... Mortarion, I expect you to maintain the necessary respect for the Empire and for me."
[You are a despicable psyker, a villain who plays with government affairs! Even if you have indeed contributed to the empire, this fact cannot change the fact that you are a psyker with low morals! You play with people's hearts!]
Malcador smiled sinisterly and took a few steps forward. Now Malcador was also near the porthole. The Regent put his hand on Hades' shoulder armor.
"Mortarion,"
The old man lowered his eyes and looked at the figure on the deck.
"If you want your friends to be in..."
[…]
The angry shouts from Mortarion on the opposite side suddenly stopped.
[Everything just now is just my subjective opinion of you, Magic Pattern Malcador. ]
Mortarion's calm voice came from the channel, as if nothing had just happened.
[I hope your voyage is safe, and I hope to hear from the Death Guard Commander on Terra...]
Mortarion's voice dropped to a level of gritted threat.
Machado smiled like a politician.
"We can still respect each other, Mortarion. Rest assured that the Imperium values the Death Guard."
Hades looked calmly at Malcador beside him.
"... a master at manipulating people's hearts... Regent Malcador, today I finally see your..."
Hades swallowed the last word of "shameless" back.
Malcador glanced at Hades.
The plasma engine slowly ignited the blue-purple tail flame. Hades and Malcador stood by the porthole. Hades waved again, and in response he was responded by the boiling ocean on the deck of the Endurance.
Hades stared at Mortarion.
"Lord Malcador, I have not yet spoken much to Mortarion about the Heresy. Is this likely..."
"No need,"
The old man said calmly,
"The future has changed. The future you know is no longer the real future, and the Emperor's plans have changed accordingly."
"You left them with a spark of hope and loyalty. That is enough. Mortarion and the Death Guard are strong enough to face the storm that comes next."
The old man leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window and glanced at the crowd that was getting smaller and smaller.
"Apart from the Primarch Mortarion's obsessive prejudice against psykers, I am very happy to see such a vibrant legion. I originally thought that the Death Guard would be as boring as Mortarion himself."
Hades smacked his lips.
"His dry sense of humor is still amazing, but not many people have a high enough taste to understand and appreciate what he means."
After leaving the Endurance at a sufficient distance, the Imperial ship began to try to speed up.
Hades looked at the Endurance, trying to register what she looked like now.
The Endurance is still very new, with a simple hull and the Death Guard's achievements to date engraved on the bow in High Gothic and Barbarus.
I wonder how piled up these characters will be when he looks at it next time.
Hades scratched his head.
"Okay, what am I going to do next? I feel like I can't get into the warp."
Malcador spoke calmly.
"Give you a simple vacation."
"Let's go back to Terra first and perform a series of operations on your body. Then you can go to Mars. Your believer Jin has already established his power there."
Hades turned around in surprise. Wait, did Malcador just say "believers"
But Malcador ignored Hades's surprise and continued,
"After this you can go back to work. I can only restrain your Black Domain for a short period of time. For the real solution, you have to go find him."
Hardy paused.
"The Emperor... ? Where shall I find him? He should still be on the Great Crusade, right?"
"Kerr."
Machado said, the golden stars reflected in his eyes, sparkling.
Hades was stunned.
"Perhaps you are more familiar with another nickname for it."
Makado said calmly,
"It was called the Perfect City by the Word Bearers—"
"etc!"
Hades looked at Malcador.
"Isn't it too early?!"
The old man closed his eyes tiredly, as if taking a nap.
"Time is running out. The voyage through the warp will consume a lot of our time. The ripples in the warp are becoming more and more chaotic—especially for you."
"Moreover, the future has changed, and the Lord of Mankind needs to make necessary sacrifices and changes."
Good
(End of this chapter)