Hades was silent.
Neos was silent, and so was Malcador.
"so,"
Hades clapped his hands.
"The conclusion is that Neos will continue to sit on the horse - no, the Golden Throne, and I, Old Horse and the Ultramarines will be responsible for the management of the Empire?"
"What?" "The Ultramarines can only interfere with low- and medium-level authorities!"
Two sentences rang out at the same time, and Hades laughed and happily ignored them at the same time.
"Do you have anything else to add? Or do you want to leave it to me?"
"The Empire cannot be governed by a single legion," Malcador said grimly. "This is a taboo."
"The Death Guard and the Son of Hades will also help," Hades said, "Old Ma, don't worry, they won't mess around with me around."
Malcador breathed, and the Emperor skipped over his own question and looked at Hades with approval.
"I'm afraid it's you who's messing around."
Machado said,
"You and Neos should help me keep an eye on it," Hades said. "Don't we have you, Old Ma? I'm just worried that it's too tiring for you to take care of it alone."
Malcador sneered.
"As you say."
Hades smiled and looked at Neos. The Emperor spoke and glanced at the Magnus Stone on Hades' waist.
"Nothing, I am tired, Hades, the rest is up to you... and the Primarchs... at your disposal."
Hades' smile turned into a bitter one.
"Primarch?" he said. "There is no one left now except me and Old Ma. Where will we get the horses to drive us? ... Or should we just take Guilliman—"
Malcador stretched out his hand, and a scepter of perfect size grew out.
“Guilliman needs rest,” Malcador said. “Revenant… I sometimes wonder if you were a Macragge in a past life.”
Hades smiled.
"Barbarus," he said, "you must remember your roots."
—————
Mortarion, still in the garden, sneezed.
[…]
Is this what a sneeze feels like
—————
[Gurgle…Gurgle…cough cough cough vomit—]
The thin ghost figure clinging to the blood-stained ground struggled to stand up, and with his pale hands he grabbed the long pearl chain and threw it aside along with his black hair.
[The moody old thing... ]
Koz bared his teeth, revealing his bone-white fangs. He looked at the dead fallen angel in front of him...
This is no ordinary Space Marine. He is more than twice as tall as an ordinary Space Marine, and his reaction speed and strength are far superior to those of his peers... To capture such a fallen angel... it takes a lot of effort.
Curze raised his hand, licked the dried blood on his wrist, and let down the diamond bracelet that had made the Primarch bleed... The old man was not in a hurry at all... Otherwise, he would not have interrupted Curze's interrogation time and caused the Primarch to miss some information.
Koz stepped forward, tearing open the flesh with his hands, preparing to physically obtain the memory.
The Fallen Angel's crudely pieced-together black armor still bore the unpolished Dark Eldar patterns, and strange growths broke through the armor like an inhuman curse.
The lion still has not given up his plan. The stubborn "filial son" took the genes of the sky from the Himalayas in the name of the false emperor, but he still brought disgrace upon himself and was contaminated by the existence on Caliban.
Blood flowed from the corner of Koz's mouth. He smiled. What if they had held on for ten thousand years? They were just toys of the higher-dimensional beings and the upper-level narrative.
——————
The long table was covered with a white tablecloth and the silver cutlery was sparkling. Hades sat in the main seat, waiting for the meal to be served.
Opposite him, however, was Malcador, who was still swirling the wine.
"Kaul?"
Hades turned his head and heard Kirkland's voice on the communication channel. There were also loud explosions in the background. Hades hoped that the sages fighting on Mars did not take out the general cannon.
The sages of the Hades faction received news that the great sage Cawl led Huangquan No. 8 to surrender, and would arrive in the Solar Star Region in about seven Terras.
boom!
There was another deafening explosion in the background. Hades frowned as he listened to Kirkland's curses at the other side, while discussing with the sage.
"… Don't worry for now," Hades said, "The application has been approved, let Kaul come over first."
He sighed. "Good... academic discussion, Kirkland."
Hades turned off the communication and sniffed his nose.
Kaur…
Hades thought that the army could indeed be upgraded.
In the original timeline, the Great Magus Belisarius Cawl developed the Primaris Space Marines in the name of Guilliman, and when Guilliman woke up, he took out a bunch of Primaris Space Marines from a mysterious corner.
The Primaris were stronger, bigger, and better than the average Space Marine - yet were shunned by the average Space Marine.
In fact, Cawl's Primaris is not the only way to improve Space Marines. In the original novel, Corax once accepted the name of the Emperor and obtained the super genome from under the underground palace, thus establishing the [Super Raven Guard].
More powerful than the Primaris.
[Super Raven Guard], a true war machine, far surpassing the strength and agility of Space Marines, efficient maturation time, more loyal and rational...
However, the Alpha who infiltrated the Raven Guard took action and contaminated the genome, causing serious mutations in this group of super Raven Guards. The Primarch Corax had to destroy these offspring himself.
This also seriously affected the Primarch's mind. Unable to accept the idea of personally exterminating his offspring, the Primarch finally chose to enter the Warp, vowing to kill Lorgar, the leader of the Great Heresy.
As for now…
Hades thought about it. He held up the knife and looked at his face reflected on the silver blade.
Corax is the founder of the Inquisition, while the Raven Guard and the nominally destroyed Night Lords are both affiliated with the Inquisition.
Did the Corax in this timeline also receive the genome and create the Super Raven Guard? But if so, why did it never make a splash
Corax is not one of those weird Primarchs. In this timeline where the Raven Guard is doing well, Hades believes that if the Primarch obtained that genome, he would definitely leave a document.
So... what if it wasn't Corax who got the genome, but someone else
Then why didn’t the Emperor tell him just now? Was it unnecessary, or...
"You don't want to eat?"
Malcador's voice interrupted Hades. Hades was stunned and looked past the knife to Malcador who was tasting wine opposite him.
"Well," Hades said truthfully, "Old Horse, I have a little lack of appetite."
He watched as Malcador's expression fell.
"You don't like these foods anymore?"
Makado smiled with a fake smile, still immersed in the anger of the blue mountains and blue sea.
Perhaps the combination of Ultramarines Blue and Pluto Black is a better counter to him than Emperor Gold.
"No evidence!" Hades said suddenly, "How can you slander me like this? Old Ma, Old Ma, I just..."
He slowed down his words, with a hint of resentment in his voice, "I don't want to eat in front of you. I have a psychological trauma."
Malcador was stunned for a moment, the smile on his lips became more sincere, and he laughed.
"So you don't want to eat anymore?"
"Eat," Hades said decisively, "If you don't eat free food, you are not a gentleman. If you have food, take a bite - but don't look at me, or I will call you Old Yellowhead."
"Wait a minute—" Malcador said suddenly, "What do you call the Emperor? Old yellow man??? Okay, okay!"
Malcador laughed so hard that he fell backwards. The Lord of Humanity had also come to this day. This was almost the most relaxed and joyful moment for him in this period.
Hades looked at Malcador and laughed for no apparent reason. Then Malcador stopped laughing and looked at Hades with a serious face.
"Ghost, promise me you won't call him Neos anymore."
"Please call him—" Malcador laughed, "Old Yellowhead."
He decisively ignored the anger coming from the black golden sun in the underground palace below.
He is really happy.
——————
"When do you think He will come out?"
Archbishop Samuel of the Hades stood on the shoulder armor of the Death Guard, peeking out through the detection hole for a while. His smooth forehead was reflecting the white light above the Himalayas, shining brightly.
"Well,"
Seeing that there was still no movement outside, Samuel shrank back again, patted the Death Guard and told him to go down.
"It doesn't matter, but the nonsense teachings of that group turned out to be true. Hades will descend and everything will be destroyed. That's true. That's true."
What internal strife, sectarian war, intrigue, Pluto has come, all of them have been knocked down with a stun,—
Samuel still didn't know whether they were dead or just fainted.
This is why Pluto didn't talk to them in advance. It was a pure dimensionality reduction attack, and the gods were too lazy to care about their little thoughts.
Samuel likes to cut the Gordian knot.
If you get entangled with this group of powerful people, you will only be dragged into an endless cesspool by their words and tricks. For example, it only took Samuel about a week to adapt from screaming in despair with feces all over his body to swimming in the cesspool and throwing feces at anyone he disliked.
The war is probably over now, Samuel thought, without any suspense.
When Hades comes to the world, he first meets up with the Emperor of Gods. The two gods think about it and decide that when Hades comes out, they will kill any god that stands in their way, whether it is a god or a Buddha.
Samuel walked to the front of the map and watched the small dots move on it.
At least the only individuals that are still moving now, except for a few of him who are still hiding in the deepest secret room of the Hades Cathedral, are the Space Marines who are now falling like dumplings from the sky and the Imperial Fists on the ground.
The Ultramarines, World Eaters and Imperial Fists are taking control of key buildings on Terra, and it seems that the Sons of Hades are clearing out the Zerg. Samuel is relieved and hopes that his political enemies will die before him.
But—but!
Samuel thought angrily, since Pluto had come, why didn't Pluto's people come to find him
Forgot about them?!
How could this be possible?! Although he and some others often skipped morning classes, there were also devout believers in their Hades Cathedral, and not all of them were insects.
There is also a possibility that their strategic position is relatively marginal - no need! No need to care about it now!
Samuel's bald head turned red. How could he, the Pluto, do this
—Forget it, never mind his business.
Samuel lost his temper instantly. Perhaps he should admit that as a later religion, the status of Hades Cult was indeed a little marginal.
The Archbishop once again reviewed the matters before his death.
Forty-nine suicide notes have been entrusted to the reliable Silent Guards to be delivered to his wife, lover and offspring; the list of nominees for the next Archbishop of the Underworld has also been written; all the documents of the Underworld have been classified and backed up; and the list of Underworld forces in various places has also been put together and can be opened for viewing.
The strength of the Cult of Death on Terra has been retained to the maximum extent possible, including the Silent Guards composed of the Soulless, the Confession Class composed of the Cult's Combat Believers and Combat Bishops, and the Space Marines sent by the Fourteenth Legion and other Death Guard subordinate chapters to study and support...
His head and neck were also washed.
Samuel hummed a tune as he walked past the unconscious head of the Ministry of the Interior. The High Lord was still fantasizing about how to manipulate politics, but it was useless.
An existence can paralyze all human power in an instant. Unless it is the group of sages on Mars who release the hateful intelligence, nothing can work.
Everyone has witnessed the power of Pluto. For the powerful people on Terra, the next thing is to see who can kneel faster and lick the ground better!
Lick whoever you want! Samuel's bald head was still red, angry that Pluto was gone. Anyway, the doctrine said that he, Samuel, would not kneel!
I won’t kneel even if Hades comes!
——————
That day, mankind witnessed the gods.
This makes many people realize that the real gods may be slightly different from what they imagine.
There was no giant towering into the sky; there was no rolling black sea of clouds; there was no landslide, no tsunami, no, no...
Some are just...
Can't move.
Just like the breeze blowing past your face and the sunshine shining on the earth, it is not some unnatural, strange existence - it is just like the law that exists naturally, it is that simple.
Compared to the imagined gods, using the golden flaming sword to stab the ugly black monster with pus,
The real Pluto is closer to the law,
More abstract, more macro.
Only a few people saw the fleet of thunder eagles flashing across the sky.
But everyone felt this sense of powerlessness. After seven seconds of emergency shelter time, people lay down on the ground peacefully, and clearly realized that Pluto had set foot on this land.
When you lie down with your face in close contact with the ground, feeling the surge of weakness and nausea, and your stomach twitching from time to time, you know that Pluto is approaching you.
This is Pluto, your instinct tells you that it can only be Pluto.
The teachings of the Dark Cult have never been as clear and easy to understand as they are now. Those words are not pretentious metaphors, but realistic descriptions.
People are still conscious, but can't do anything.
One day and five hours and five minutes passed from the time Pluto descended to the time He appeared to the world in His true form and the world awoke hazily from the earth. A total of one day and five hours and five minutes had passed.
Pluto walked step by step from the depths of the palace to the platform, followed by an old man hunched over in the shadows.
Gradually, consciousness returned... Muscles twitched, and people stood up, some dazed, some terrified, some pious.
The gangsters who had fought had long been beheaded by the Space Marines. The civilians who survived walked out of their homes at a loss. They looked toward the highest point of the Himalayas, where, in addition to the cold wind, there stood a god.
"I'm back,"
Hades said,
"The human race will eventually revive."
"And," Hades said, "High Lords, come out and see me now. Don't play any tricks. I'll give you one day."
Hades squinted his eyes and saw the door of the Hades Cathedral suddenly opened. A bald man ran out and crawled to his knees. The Death Guards behind him couldn't catch up with him.
(End of this chapter)