[High Dimension Movie Room]
"All right,"
Hades Ge You was lying on the sofa, watching the emperor taking the disc to change the plate,
"Old man Huang, what are you looking at today?"
The Emperor raised his hand happily and spun the disc in his hand. It was a pure black disc with the words "Top Secret" scrawled on it in golden handwriting.
"Your funeral."
At that moment, Hades thought he had definitely heard the voice of gloating. He suddenly stood up from the sofa.
"Wait—my funeral?! How come I haven't heard of this?!"
"Do you think any living person can know about his own funeral?"
Malcador said calmly that after the previous "Old Horse", he decided to ignore the "Old Emperor" mentioned by Hades - in theory, he should uphold the dignity of the Lord of Mankind.
Now, that was their business and none of Malcador's business.
Hardy paused.
"That's right, Old Ma, you are right."
He casually scooped a handful of popcorn from Malcador's popcorn bucket, and Malcador, as if he had already laid down and accepted his fate, raised the bucket for Hades to take.
"Who's attending? Mortarion, Garro, Vorcus—"
"Mortarion did not attend."
The Emperor said, he tapped the TV, and when the picture appeared, he decisively snapped his fingers and teleported back to the sofa with psychic power.
Hades blinked.
“…He died before me?”
"He had an epiphany."
Malcador said this mercilessly, while at that time he was trying to find a way to deal with this damned "Primarch of the Warp".
Haha, damn psychic.
The picture appeared and Hades closed his mouth decisively. He recognized the picture as the hall under the dragon's spine of the Endurance.
Beneath the dragon spine of the Endurance is a vast and long hall, whose length stretches as far as the eye can see and whose width is wide enough for Titans to pass side by side.
As the camera panned, Hades saw a sea of bone white and pale green - those were the Death Guards lined up in neat rows, and a stubborn, out-of-place little red horn, the Sage of the Army.
It can be seen that the entire hall is in an extremely low temperature. A thin layer of white mist is rising under people's feet, and the portholes are covered with a light frost.
The use of psychic energy will cause a drop in temperature, Hades thought, there is a high probability that someone with strong psychic power is present
By the way, did he really make friends with a few psychics who were on good terms with him
Hades thought as he started to eat some sunflower seeds, ignoring Malcador and the Emperor.
Regular audience, he could think of.
The camera continued to move, and at the end of the hall, black steps rose up, and at the highest point was a simple and crude Barbarus-style tombstone, and next to it was Gala who was bowing her head in silence.
"fine,"
Hades commented, taking another handful of melon seeds.
"Barbarus classic. They didn't give me any fancy tricks."
Malcador coughed and said sarcastically,
"What did you think it would be?"
Hardy paused.
"Come on, Old Ma, you and I have both seen the world. Haven't you seen how the Empire treats the [Heroes]? And the Mechanicus's exaggerated style?"
"Thanks to Mortarion and the Death Guard, in this empire that pursues complexity and luxury, we still retain a heart that pursues simplicity."
Malcador was silent, and the Emperor smiled.
"It's too shabby,"
He commented, frowning slightly.
“Even if your main color is black, they need to at least accent it with some gold.”
The Emperor's fingertips glowed with golden light, as if he wanted to apply a golden filter to the image.
Hades immediately shouted,
"No gold! This is my funeral!"
The golden light on the emperor's fingertips suddenly faded, and he followed suit.
"You are right. This is your funeral. I will obey you, Malcador. I want my funeral to be golden. I absolutely do not want..."
The Emperor glanced at the screen and paused for a moment.
"You will go to the palace archives at that time. I have finalized three different plans."
Hades made a sound of disgust. Malcador was always the one who did his job diligently. Even at this moment, he said that he would carry out this task seriously.
As the Emperor and Hades were talking, the camera zoomed in to see a few words engraved on the tombstone in both High Gothic and Barbaryus.
[Hades, a great Barbarus, a true man.]
Hardy paused, his hand holding the melon seeds suspended in mid-air, the picture stayed there, and from it came some of the usual polite words of the mechanical servant, which could be used at the funeral of a fraudster or an old grandmother.
"Well..." Hades said, he could feel the Emperor's amused psychic gaze on him.
“I didn’t expect they thought so highly of me.”
Malcador frowned.
"You should have a clear idea of yourself. In fact, if this is really your funeral, I think it's a bit shabby - it's far from enough."
Hades continued to eat melon seeds.
"Old Ma, you don't understand Death Guard."
He said,
"For the Death Guard who are not good at speaking, this is already the highest evaluation. I doubt that even if Mortarion comes, he will not be able to get the title of "Great" and "True Man"."
Malcador gave a fake smile.
"Mortarion - the guy who doesn't do anything good? How could he get a second evaluation?"
The Emperor, who was very interested, interrupted the two of them.
"Hades,"
He asked with great interest,
"You ought to have an epitaph for yourself—what would you like it to be?"
Hades stared at the Emperor.
"I remember someone has already prepared his own burial - I'll listen to you first."
"No words."
The emperor answered neatly:
"Okay, it's your turn."
Since he is the emperor, his answer could be true or just a joke to Hades, but because he is the emperor, it is impossible for Hades to further verify whether it is true or false.
Hades paused and thought.
"I'm looking for advertising space. If you're interested, please contact the Death Guard."
Malcador, who was drinking water, suddenly coughed violently. The Emperor and Hades turned their eyes to the old man. A golden light shone, and Malcador sat there again with a speechless look on his face.
The Emperor smiled and looked at Hades.
“It’s a novel angle, but I hope to get a normal answer.”
Hades was silent, and then he spoke again.
"When you see this line, you have already stepped on me, please move your feet."
Malcador roared in anger.
"I now believe that you left no last words or epitaph before you died - which was a good move, because I would have had to hide what you said anyway!"
Hades was happy.
"Old Ma, what are you going to write for me?"
Malcador took a deep breath and really started to think about this matter. Hades and the Emperor looked at each other. This was the life of hard work.
"First," Malcador said,
"I will respect your origin and the legion you value. Even though you should belong to the Empire, I will give priority to engraving the glorious title you have achieved in the Death Guard."
"The Great Devourer of the Canteen?"
Hades asked tentatively, but Malcador rolled his eyes at him and said nothing.
"Then there is the title bestowed by the Emperor. Next, based on the relationship between the Mechanicus and the Empire at the time, I selectively listened to the proposals from the Mechanicus."
"Don't,"
Hades waved his hand.
"You can't put [Om Messiah] after [The Great Devourer of the Canteen]."
Machado looked like he was going to explode, so Hades expertly changed the subject, holding out his potato chip hand and pointing at the screen.
"—Alas, look, Guilliman shows up, and Angron too."
Hades' words gradually became stuck, and he broke away from his previous relaxed tone and stared at the screen with a frown.
After spending many days with Angron, Hades knew that Angron should not be like this.
Makado gave a forced smile.
"Because he knows you're not dead."
!
Hades was shocked. He stared at Malcador.
"… You tricked him?"
"He is too smart."
Malcador smiled cunningly.
"He has just gotten out of that state of [anger] and is in a state of recklessly perceiving his own abilities. He needs to know that this state is wrong - at least, he needs to be more cautious in this regard."
"ah,"
Hades spoke,
"I see. Angron tried to probe your emotions?"
Macador ignored Hades and continued to stare at the screen. Seeing that Macador ignored him, Hades became bored and continued to watch the video backwards.
He saw Guilliman standing in front of his tombstone with a sad face, unable to let go for a long time. It was the first time Hades saw Guilliman so sad and tired. There was a rare bit of white in his golden hair.
Guilliman nodded to Garro, who returned a brief salute. Then Lady Euden, who was beside Guilliman, placed the three white flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone.
Guilliman briefly introduced the flower, but Hades was not interested. He said it was a crop that only grew on the steepest cliffs of Macragge and would only bloom after stormy weather.
Lord Macragge seemed to want to say something, but the atmosphere on the Endurance was too heavy and too silent. He seemed unable to speak loudly and express his most sorrowful apology and most sincere promise.
Finally, Guilliman whispered a few words to Garro.
Hades opened his mouth, and in just a few words, Guilliman promised a lot of benefits to the Death Guard.
Perhaps Guilliman was also making up for the Lord of Death's [epiphany] that came about because of his own mistakes.
Angron came next, and he used the same trick. Kahn, who was beside the Lord of Red Sand, stepped forward and placed two small glass bottles that looked like gravel.
Hades is identifying that one bottle is the red sand from the Colosseum... What is the other white one
As if hearing Hades's doubts, the Emperor stretched out his hand, and in his palm was a bit of white sand.
The two looked at each other, and Hades instantly realized that this was the sacrifice Angron had given him.
His nose told him it was—
White sugar!
Hades laughed.
"I understand what Angron meant. He knows I'm not dead, and he's waiting to meet me for dinner!"
The Emperor smiled and took his hand back.
“…Number twelve.”
The Emperor said softly, and shook his head again.
"My Lord, you don't need to be so hard on yourself."
Malcador spoke immediately, and Hades also hurriedly said,
"Yes, Mr. Huang, you see, even if you don't care about him, he is still alive and well."
Perhaps it was the implication of Hades' words that the Emperor had successfully gotten something for free that inspired him, and he was no longer sad - or perhaps he had not been that sad before.
The Emperor clapped his hands and stood up.
"I'm going to talk to Angron."
He said firmly, as if he had decided to launch a great expedition today.
The Emperor turned his head and stared at Hades.
"You are not allowed to go."
Just as he was about to stand up, Hades, who was always a loving father and filial son in the melon-eating empire, sat back obediently.
Seeing that the emperor was about to leave, Malcador also stood up and followed. The happy movie-watching activity instantly turned into Hades' daily snack-eating routine. Hades simply held three buckets of popcorn in one hand and fast-forwarded the movie frantically with the other hand.
It's not interesting. These are the general formal scenes of a funeral. Mortarion is not there, and Hades can't see the Lord of Death suddenly go crazy.
Hades admired Guilliman's sadness for a while, then looked at Angron standing beside Guilliman, with an expression that seemed to be tense but not tense, and finally looked very sad.
Angron, thank you for your hard work.
Fast forward, fast forward again.
Representatives of the Mechanicus arrived, and one of the oil guys got so excited that he caused a leakage of electricity and burned through the behavior motherboard. He was carried away by his companion who also looked like he was about to have an epileptic seizure.
Hades decided to be a little nicer to the Mechanicus.
The memorial service was over, but the video was still not over. On the contrary, Hades realized that the progress bar was still very long.
Hades frowned, realizing that things were not simple.
People left, and the candles went out one by one in the tears. The entire empty hall fell into complete darkness, with only a faint white mist floating around.
Creak—the side door opened, and a scarlet light lit up in the darkness.
Hades straightened up and saw Pasteur, the people from the Foundry Department, and the technical sergeants standing in a circle around his tombstone, bowing their heads in mourning.
A few minutes later, they left the place quietly and placed a universal cross screw, which was most commonly used by technical sergeants, in front of Hades' tombstone.
Hades stared at it for a while and finally determined that the screw just looked like a screw and was actually some kind of pastry.
About half an hour later, the second group of people came in tiptoe. This time they were not Space Marines, but the Zeroth Company. The Soulless Ones kept vigil for Hades for a while and then left quietly.
What they put out was a pile of white stuff, which couldn't possibly be white sugar. Hades speculated that it was the ashes of a psychic.
Well... it's not like he can't eat the spiritual energy remaining in the ashes.
Ten minutes later, the Death Guard political trainees of Hades's teaching came in. Through their shoulder armor, Hades could see that they were all doing well and had achieved quite important political positions within the Death Guard.
After this group of people left, a handwritten book appeared in front of Hades' tomb.
…
Hades watched in silence. Anyway, his tombstone was very busy, with visitors coming one after another, but he subtly avoided bumping into them. There were even people with different identities who came to pay their respects twice?! What the hell was this
Auxiliary troops, Barbarus-born Death Guard, Galaspa-born, mess hall support, sages, command center, pharmacists...
Looking at the densely packed sacrifices, Hades felt his scalp tingling.
For the first time, he intuitively realized how popular he was.
Even though Mortarion sealed most of the legends about Hades, the people who witnessed Hades' "glory" with their own eyes have not died yet. There are also Galaspars who came here specifically because of his policies, or new recruits who have never seen him and simply want to pay homage to the hero.
Thinking in this way, Hades realized that the internal classification of the Death Guard was quite complicated.
As the progress bar was about to end, his grave finally became quiet.
Hades breathed a sigh of relief. He felt uncomfortable looking at the increasing number of sacrifices, but the person involved did not receive any - this inexplicably frustrated him.
A little fire lit up, then a dull sound,
Hades shouted directly,
"Carastiphon?!"
He shouted,
"Who let you out without a glance?! I'm warning you—you are not allowed to steal my sacrifice!"
Fearlessly pull them all out! Pull them all over the ground!
Fortunately, Hades saw Vox's figure. Vox was far behind Fearless, staring at Karas.
Behind Karas was a long scythe, which Hades recognized as Mortarion's mistletoe.
Fearless stopped with difficulty not far from Hades' tomb - the offerings that had been placed along the steps prevented him from going any further.
Karas laughed sarcastically.
As expected, Hades thought, and he started eating melon seeds again.
"The unwelcome little devil..."
Karas whispered that Hades' comment was a lie with open eyes, and Karas didn't even have the old version of Barbaros.
Besides, his soulless physique involuntarily made others think that he was in the subspace. Was this something he could solve at that time
Karas was silent.
Hades stared at him, and he was as dead as he could be - dead, Hades hoped, really, and would not move until the night on Macragge was over.
Karastiphon kept vigil over the spirit of Hades who was not dead for the second half of the night. In a trance, Hades seemed to see a huge white misty creature in the dark corner behind Karas.
Finally, Typhon left, the only one of the group who did not offer a sacrifice to Hades.
Who are you looking down on
Hades is a vengeful person. When Karas stopped at his tomb, the number of sacrifices was +0. So the next time he went to his grave, the increase or decrease in the number of sacrifices... must be a negative number.
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)