The screams stopped along with the violent roars. After a long silence, Hades, who seemed to be asleep, lay on the chair with his eyes closed and nodded.
"…Okay, how many hours?"
Hades muttered and opened his eyes. What he saw was a mess. Magnus turned sideways and looked at Hades with a complicated expression.
Hades spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me. Don't you psychics have any magic that can clean the ground in a flash?"
Blake, who was standing at the door, silently kicked the head of the dead man back with disgust.
Magnus took a deep breath, and after another deep breath that almost made the Primarch suffocate, Magnus spoke,
[Psychic power... is not for such trivial matters. ]
"I thought you just promised me to do whatever I wanted with you?"
[I do it!!!]
There was a crackling sound from Magnus, and the Primarch turned in resignation, raising his hand, arcs of psychic electricity crackling across his arm.
A crack opened up close to the floor, as if there was a huge gravitational force in the crack, and the flesh, blood, and broken bones were slowly swallowed up.
Then came the water, which surged into the crevice, carrying the remaining debris with it.
After all the bones were gone, the rift closed and Magnus turned around and stared at Hades who seemed to be in deep thought.
Hades didn't say anything. He looked up at Blake.
"Blake, go to the front of the ship and notify Tis to take over the ship."
"Tell her to take everyone aboard. There are many dead on this ship now."
Blake nodded and hurried away.
Magnus, however, looked at Hades in amazement.
[I thought you didn't kill indiscriminately, but you killed them all—]
Hades laughed as if remembering something funny. "This ship is full of Genestealers. I just spent a lot of time trying to identify them."
"If they hadn't figured out what was in the dark room of this ship, these Genestealers would have started a rebellion long ago."
Hades blinked and looked at Magnus. How about letting Magnus change back to chat with him? Hades was not used to not having the stone plate for a while.
Hades hesitated for a moment.
"Magnus, did you rebel or not?"
This sentence completely ignited Magnus. The Primarch was almost furious. His red hair was burning like fire. A shining white light pierced out from his single eye. The rising psychic energy engulfed this red-skinned giant like a storm. At this moment, he was looking at Hades and solemnly speaking his own defense.
[Loyalty runs through Magnus' life.]
The Primarch held his head high and said,
Hades' expression suddenly became serious. He stood up and looked at Magnus seriously.
"I'm sorry, Magnus, I'm ashamed of ever thinking you'd sold yourself out to Chaos—"
[stop!]
Magnus, who had been swelling like a blazing flame, instantly wilted and disappeared into the wilderness like a flash of firework, leaving only ashes after being burned out.
Hades frowned, looking at Magnus in confusion. Magnus looked dull and even smaller. He stood out on the smooth floor.
Magnus coughed awkwardly a few times, straightened his chest, and said in a whisper that Hades could hardly hear,
[Loyalty does not mean not falling.]
Hades began to question what he heard in his ears. He frowned and stared at Magnus closely, as if the person standing in front of him was really a fantasy pony from the magical world.
"What did you say???"
Hades said, subconsciously taking a step forward, and Magnus averted his gaze guiltily. After a few seconds, he looked back at Hades, still standing majestically.
[Although my original body has fallen, Magnus remains loyal—until his soul is completely infected by Chaos, Magnus will always be loyal.]
Hades blinked and asked uncertainly, "What exactly happened on Fenris?"
Hades' question instantly relaxed Magnus. The Primarch grinned with pride and even arrogance. "That's a good question."
Magnus casually looked back at the direction where Blake left, and smoothed his messy hair. The corners of his mouth showed an irrepressible smugness, but also a hint of bitterness.
[I need time to answer your question—why don't you let your little ones come and listen to the story of the Red King, Hades?]
Hades raised his eyebrows, thinking it was interesting. He was receiving the radio waves from Tis's ship. There was still some time left, so why not listen
"Okay," Hades said, opening the private communication channel, "Blake, come on, I think you need an ideological education now."
"Yes, Father."
On the other end of the channel, Blake responded in a muffled voice. Hades thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. Let's find a place where we can eat and drink and meet up."
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The light bulb emitted a greasy light, and Blake pushed down the bodies that had fallen on the bar. The bodies of the Genestealers were lying on the ground, and Hades glanced at them.
Didn't expect the Genestealers to come for a drink? Hades looked up and glanced at the sign on the open bar. This seemed to be a corner where they would gather.
Hades skillfully made himself a stool out of scrap metal. He casually threw the red stone on the low wooden table. Magnus appeared after a scream and immediately moved away from the bar with disgust.
"Can you drink something - No,"
Hades' voice changed direction, "Magnus, can you make us smaller? This bar is too small."
[You are dreaming!] Magnus shouted angrily, [I cast a spell on you?! And you decided to listen to the legend of the Red King here?!]
“But there’s wine here.”
Hades said in a weird voice, "Don't you want to drink?"
Magnus stood there, staring at Hades, swearing with dignity, protesting silently,
However, neither of them paid any attention to him. After simply lifting the body aside, Blake skillfully crossed the bar and bent down to turn over the wine, while Hades turned his head and waited in a good mood for his offspring to turn out something good.
It was not until Blake filled the barrel in Hades' hand with wine that Magnus sighed. He walked over in frustration and patted the bar. Under Hades' envious gaze, the bar instantly grew to the size of the Primarch.
Bang! Blake raised up a largest crystal wine glass and smashed it in front of Magnus.
"What do you want to drink—" Blake glanced at Hades, who had already started tasting the wine and nodded slightly in a good mood.
"What would you like to drink, my Lord?"
Magnus's accusation was stuck in his throat. "Fruit wine will do, preferably wine." The Primarch raised his head and picked up the cheap wine glass on the greasy bar with disdain.
Blake filled Magnus's glass, and the Primarch looked on with a complicated expression as he calmly mixed the various liquors together - simply to fill the glass.
Hades raised his glass towards Magnus and said jokingly,
"Tell me your story, Red King. I believe you won't disappoint me."
[nature!]
Magnus said proudly.
———————
"Magnus—Magnus!"
Hades, crying and snotting, put his arm around Magnus, slammed the wine glass in his hand onto the bar, and raised it high.
The half-turbid wine splashed out, and under the dim light it looked like flowing gold.
Hades raised his glass high.
"Hail, the great Magnus, the Red King of Humanity!"
Blake behind the bar also raised his glass. Magnus looked at the two lunatics with a twitching eye, but this was indeed his greatest achievement, and there was nothing to deny.
His soul was still burning, the past glory always made the Primarch feel passionate, even the cold winter of Fenris could not extinguish his passion, this was the great cause of Magnus.
Magnus slapped Hades' hand and raised his glass solemnly.
[Cheers to myself!]
He drank the liquid garbage, Magnus deliberately shutting off his sense of taste, curious as to how Hades could tolerate such crap.
Bang!
Hades put down the barrel suddenly, stood up, and stared at Magnus with a sharp gaze.
"You were imprisoned by Leman Russ, Fenris was directly exposed to his sight, and you yourself were completely watched. When no one believed you, you still managed to defeat him!"
"Woc—Magnus, strong!!!"
Hades howled, his cry shaking the earth and heaven, and years of accumulated ashes fell over their heads, especially on Hades' head.
Hades shook his head violently, and Magnus immediately tried to move away, but due to the limitations of the black domain, he had to stand in a range that could be affected by the ashes.
Hades laughed loudly, "Tzeentch, you deserve this day!" As he laughed, the laughter gradually died down.
Hades stared at Magnus seriously and stretched out his other hand. Blake immediately refilled Hades' cup. Magnus watched with one eye twitching as the son of Pluto poured some unknown, turbid liquid similar to fuel into Hades' cup.
Magnus swore that if any of his offspring did this to him, he would make that offspring experience the most horrific time of his life.
But Hades just stared at Magnus and took a big gulp.
"Magnus, here's to you!"
Magnus's half-stretched hand was slightly suspended in the air. The Primarch wanted to tell Hades not to drink the fuel - even if he did, he shouldn't offer him such garbage! But before Magnus could react, Hades swallowed it in one gulp.
Hades put the cup down and stared at Magnus solemnly, and then—he burped again.
Magnus's excitement subsided again.
"Hiccup," Hades looked at Magnus, "Hiccup, Magnus, as long as you are loyal - I, Hades, will definitely lend you a helping hand, help you put together a physical body, and reshape the Red Emperor!"
Magnus felt like he wanted to be moved but couldn't. If someone else said this, he might be more moved.
Even though that was the last time Hades was willing to believe him, Magnus smiled bitterly and looked at his translucent hands. No one was willing to believe him. If anyone else was willing to believe him once, he, Magnus, the Red King would not have fallen to this point.
"Your story..." Hades' voice became quieter, then suddenly raised, "It will never be buried!"
[Of course not! ]
Magnus suddenly raised his voice, [My, Magnus's great deeds will be known throughout the galaxy - everyone will know that Magnus once saved mankind! ]
Bang bang bang!
Hades clapped vigorously, and on the other side of the bar, Blake also clapped vigorously.
Magnus laughed and proudly placed the crystal glass on the bar. "Another glass." The Red King said casually, gradually losing himself in the flattery of the two ghosts.
Blake immediately poured in the remaining unpalatable garbage - leaving the drinkable stuff for Pluto.
Mingzi watched Magnus drink it silently.
[Ahem,] Magnus coughed, [So…] The Primarch stretched out his voice, [Hades, are you willing to relax your supervision over me?]
"No."
Hades immediately responded, "It's called protection, Magnus."
Magnus choked and stared at Hades, but Hades looked like a Tai Chi master and swatted Magnus's gaze away.
[good.]
Magnus said this indifferently, but he also knew what Hades meant. Because he had been imprisoned for thousands of years, his strength had been greatly weakened. If he showed up alone, he would definitely be noticed by all parties.
It seems that it is safer to stay with Hades. Magnus glanced at Hades and felt a chill in his heart.
He had tried his best to restrain himself from looking at Hades with his psychic eyes, but the fear and nausea from the bottom of his heart still vaguely lingered around him.
Because he had been imprisoned in the magic circle and was suffering extreme pain all the time, now, as long as Hades did not use the black domain to attack Magnus, Magnus could barely restrain his instincts and stay by Hades' side.
Although Magnus could hardly tell whether the previous physical pain was more unbearable or the current mental attack made him more desperate.
Only the great Magnus, with his willpower far beyond that of an ordinary person, could allow him, as a psychic, to continue to endure being near Pluto!
Magnus thought for a moment, [What are your plans next? ]
Hades was silent for a while.
"Can you get me into the Warp, Magnus?"
Magnus shouted almost immediately,
[You should respect the Supreme Heaven—Hades! ]
This is almost a roar, [Me? I send you to the highest heaven?! ]
Magnus shouted angrily, [Perhaps you should have some clear self-awareness about yourself. Has no one described to you how hideous you were in the warp? ! ]
Then Magnus looked at Hades and shook his head decisively.
The Primarch felt a kind of illusion of suffocation. If this was a mortal, Magnus would have thrown such a stupid person directly to the mechanical sages to be made into a mechanical servant, but this was Hades - the underworld god who could make him into a mechanical servant.
Magnus repeatedly convinced himself to regard the Pluto in front of him as a primitive savage from a swamp planet, whose degree of differentiation was closer to that of apes than humans.
Even the gorilla in front of him could turn him into ashes with just one punch.
No, Magnus said calmly. At least I can't get you in there—but.
Magnus asked, "Why do you wish to enter the Warp?"
The greasy, dim light shone on Hades' face, like a turbulent flow of psychic energy in the subspace. Hades blinked and said,
"First, I wish to make a warp jump."
Magnus immediately shook his head, [Perhaps you can enter the subspace, but the jump... ]
Magnus' voice trailed off, he frowned at Hades, and finally almost laughed.
[I hope you have a basic understanding of the subspace.]
"Okay," Hades spread his hands helplessly, "I give up this fantasy, then the second one,"
Haddish paused, "I hope to go to the Warp to rescue Mortarion. He can't be left idle with work."
[I can try to contact Mortarion.]
Magnus immediately replied, "It's not difficult - from what I've heard, that madman is already quite famous in the warp."
Even from his prison, Magnus had glimpsed the ripples in the Warp caused by Mortarion.
[He has a deep connection with death. As long as you gather enough deaths, I can give it a try.]
Hades was stunned.
At his feet, corpses were lying all over the ground, and the body fluids that had flowed out of them had long since dried up.
On this humming and idling ship, countless corpses were lying at their posts, their faces peaceful, as if they were just sleeping.
Death - there was certainly a lot of it here, but the thing is, these Genestealer deaths were not the kind that could be conceptualized in the Warp.
Creatures that die in the Black Domain will not form the concept of subspace.
Now, drifting across the vast galaxy, where would Hades find the death needed to complete Mortarion's summoning ritual
"Tyron's death, is that okay?"
Hades asked hesitantly,
Magnus shook his head. [The death of the alien race should be fine, but the waves of those alien races in the subspace are very strange. I don't recommend it.]
"What about the greenskins?"
Magnus's expression began to become interesting. [Is there no other choice?]
Hades thought for a while, then said stiffly, "In this area, there are only greenskins and bugs."
[That means the death of the greenskins] Magnus said with a evasive look, [Great Magnus... can succeed.]
(End of this chapter)