"… To Macragge?"
The sickle bit the ground, and Mortarion, leaning on the scythe, breathed laboriously.
Thick fog had already formed around him, corroding the remains of his limbs crawling on the ground.
There was a hissing sound coming from under Mortarion's gas mask.
"Guilliman is not there... He is looking in the wrong place..."
The pale lord's whisper penetrated the mist, and Karas, who was resting beside him, laughed.
"You finally acknowledge Macragge, Death?"
Mortarion's misty eyes pierced through the mist and looked at the Eldar struggling in the mud in the distance.
"I have the Death Guard here... He needs other troops."
The Primarch lowered his head, as if calculating something in his mind. After seven breaths, Mortarion spoke again.
"My brothers, it is time for them to return... I feel the call of the Lord of Mankind..."
Karas laughed awkwardly.
"The gears of fate started turning after he came back?"
"No,"
Mortarion shook his head as he stood on the captured garden territory.
"It all started with the fall of the Corrupted Sky - this will tell the false gods that their death is coming."
But... But he still couldn't completely erase Him... Mortarion could only settle for the next best thing and ensure Nurgle's continued decline.
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"How about it?"
Hades said, looking across at Calgar who was standing opposite him, the Ultramarines was wearing finely crafted armor and had a serious look on his face.
He still wasn't used to talking to a "god" as an equal.
Hades understood. He was the same at the beginning. When he was talking to Mortarion, his neck was broken and he could barely see the primarch's jaw.
"You wish to go to Terra, to..."
Calgar chose his words carefully, "Overseeing Terra's political operations?"
Hades smiled, a smile that was a little tired.
“It’s to seize power.”
He said calmly, "Perhaps most people have not yet seen the crisis, but I have seen it, and it is there - and it is rapidly heading towards the empire."
Calgar still had the same expression, his jaw was tight, so Hades continued,
He thought of Vox lying in the emergency room. He needed to drive the huge Empire quickly.
"I think you understand the significance behind this action. I don't want to hide it from you. If you decide to go to Terra with me, you must be prepared for war."
Hades stated,
"I need to clear out some people. War is inevitable, but I will try my best to control the scale and duration of the war. All I want is the management rights of the empire - so that I can deal with the next battle."
"Follow me. If you succeed, I promise you, Calgar, the flag of Macragge blue will once again fly over Terra..."
This is also to allow the Extreme Warriors to come up with management skills.
Karga smiled.
"Sir, we just want to manage the Five Hundred Worlds well..."
He was silent for a moment, then took out the letter from Terra.
"But the Ultramarines will follow you. This is our unanimous decision."
Long before they welcomed Hades with great fanfare, the Ultramarines had already decided to follow Hades into Terra.
"You know, the Five Hundred Worlds have always been at odds with Terra," Karga said, "Thank you for your reminder. On the other hand, we also hope to... find our father."
Karga clenched his fists.
They have been guarding an empty coffin for a thousand years... Robert Guilliman himself is very likely still alive, which has caused a huge wave in the Ultramarines... But... there is also a problem that comes with it, now the Ultramarines need to refund the money to those who came to worship because of "false propaganda"
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The communication with the Extreme Warriors was very pleasant. Hades liked this kind of discussion of matters at hand, laying out what both sides wanted and their interests, stating his own difficulties, and then exchanging ideas.
The Ultramarines even said that they could bring the World Eaters directly with them - the World Eaters in the Ultramarines had already been on good terms with the Ultramarines, and based on their friendship, Hades didn't have to show up in person.
Very good Ultramarines, love from Hades.
Although the Extreme Marines took a long time to hold a meeting and vote.
Today is the last day of staying in Macragge. After confirming that Vox was safe, Hades decided to go out and take a look at Macragge, which he once obsessed with. He hummed a little tune, while Buzz beside him pushed a wheelchair with the lame Black sitting on it.
As for why it wasn't Vorcus, it's because Vorcus needed to rest... and the Ultramarines didn't want biological weapons to spread.
As for why it was Black, because Hades wanted it to be Black.
Time was running out, and Hades was not used to being watched by a crowd of people, so they quickly strolled around the place where Mortarion and his party had visited that year. Because of the visit of the three primarchs, the street had been expanded more than twice.
Hades tasted the fruit-flavored pancakes that Mortarion had eaten in the past. They tasted good, the light cream was sweet but not greasy, and the sourness of the fresh fruit enhanced the flavor very well.
Why does Hades not believe that this is what Mortarion ate back then
In Hades's imagination, if it were Mortarion, he would probably take a look and then shake his head in contempt.
Maybe Hades should ask Vox to verify the answer to this question.
However, as Hades was walking down the street, admiring the beauty of Macragge... he happened to run into the Sons of Hades performing a juggling act.
Hades, subway, cell phone.
Hades turned his head and saw a sign on the street amidst the hustle and bustle - "Pluto's Son Traditional Culture Road"
Where the crowd gathered, the helmeted Mingzi fired their ribbon guns into the sky. On the marble platform, groups of three of the Mingzi came out and began to perform dramas and difficult juggling.
The Mingzi behind the stage played musical instruments and sang, the Mingzi in the middle of the stage danced with swords and guns, and the Mingzi in front of the stage... was selling snacks and souvenirs? !
!!!!
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"Booze... what is this?"
Hades pointed tremblingly into the distance, and he began to be thankful for his good eyesight. At least the distance was enough and the people in the distance had not yet discovered them.
"?"
Boots, who was secretly fighting with Blake, raised his eyes and squinted in the direction that Hades pointed.
"The tradition of the Chapter, my father."
"What are the Chapter traditions?"
Hades felt that his voice was trembling slightly, and his scalp was tingling. Which war group would do such a thing
Oh, his men.
Surrounded by the Ultramarines, Hades took a step back without leaving a trace. The accompanying Ultramarines Second Captain Galen wanted to step forward and ask what happened, but Hades just shook his head.
"Don't disturb the performance ahead. Let's go back and review the documents."
Hades quickly retreated behind the crowd. He was not yet so socially phobic - he meant social phobia.
At this time, Buzz opened his eyes slightly, and the former imperial regent realized that Pluto seemed to be shocked by this.
Isn't this the tradition of every chapter that every Hades is accustomed to
It is well known that the Sons of Hades carry on the fine tradition within the Death Guard, where the Chapter encourages the cultivation of hobbies.
Just like the White Scars like calligraphy and poetry, the Salamanders like being with the masses, and the Ultramarines like meetings and discussions...
Personal interests and hobbies are allowed within Son of Pluto.
But for individuals, hobbies cost money.
Just because the regiment is rich doesn’t mean that the individual is rich.
On this point, each chapter leader of the Sons of Hades reached a good consensus that the funds were to be used to buy guns and cannons, not to be used to rob these guys.
The soldiers protested one after another, but the chapter commander waved his hand and said, "No money, but only lives."
It is said that the chaos in the regiment at that time even attracted the attention of the Death Guard, who asked the management of Hades if they needed help - but were decisively rejected.
In the second month, regulations were issued within the legion allowing individuals to work part-time.
After three months of trial operation, as the Hades began to take on private jobs while performing their missions, the regulations were changed and it was prohibited for them to engage in part-time military work.
So the soldiers began to perform to make money.
A month later, a large-scale joint department with organization, discipline and scale emerged, which was responsible for helping the soldiers to earn extra money.
However, subsequent fund tracking showed that most of the funds of the Hades were not spent on their own interests, but were invested in the construction of regional Hades religions and donated to some charitable organizations in the region, generally for post-war reconstruction or the introduction of technological assembly lines.
After seeing that his warriors were quite clear about the bottom line, Mingzi's captain set up an inspection team and then joined them completely.
On the contrary, the management of the Death Guard has approached the Son of Pluto many times, citing moral corruption.
But after Buzz took office on Terra, after Hades and the Death Guard joined in scolding Buzz and even produced three different versions of a stage play satirizing Buzz, the Death Guard acquiesced to Hades' "fine" tradition.
Although other legions and chapters also expressed their confusion about this, as sons of Hades with Hades' blood flowing in their veins, this behavior was seen as part of the glory of Hades' humanity, and was even given the color of a blessing hoping for Hades' return.
Because in some rumors, Hades is indeed described as "good at talking and active" and "extremely clever", the actions of Hades' son also support this point of view and have become the argument for many Hades believers' papers.
This is also seen as evidence that the Son of Hades and the Death Guard are opposites of each other.
The reputation of the Son of Pluto is already peculiar enough, so one more would not hurt.
After a performance, the local underworld cult would quickly flourish.
Hades was shocked when he saw the black-armored warriors doing somersaults in the air in the distance.
This is indeed a continuation of his thinking, but to be fair, Hades would not have done such a thing when he was still a Space Marine.
He would only go to the wealthy mechanical sage to cry poor.
Maybe it's because he's too conservative.
"Want to go check it out, Father?"
Boots swallowed the fruit in his mouth. "Looks like they're playing a third act mocking me... But I can live with that."
"N-No!"
Hades immediately refused. If he went over, he would definitely become the focus of the whole audience with his conspicuousness.
You can guess what will happen next with just a little bit of your hair! Either he will be stared at and given a speech, or he will be surrounded by excited people and do some acrobatics.
He doesn't want to die socially.
"Don't bother them, I appreciate the tradition."
Hades said silently,
"But don't contact me for now."
… The starting point is good, the ending is good, but he can’t afford to lose this person.
(End of this chapter)