"Hey - when can we retire and enjoy our old age?"
Mortarion rolled his eyes silently as he walked in the field. He felt genuinely speechless at this remark.
[…]
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Hades, who was in a very happy mood, didn't take it seriously. He pulled up a grass stem from the edge of the field and started playing with it.
Hades felt very happy when Barbarus's breeze blew.
He had just finished a somewhat awkward meeting with the Forge World—a great sage of sufficient rank had performed a 100-meter obstacle course in front of him just to shake his hand.
Hades deeply understood the Emperor's mentality, and he realized why the Emperor had to increase his popularity - once this value was no longer negative, someone would rush up and try to chase stars offline.
Although this also has its benefits, Hades barely needs to speak, and the sages obey him fanatically -
But Hades is not the emperor. When signing the contract, Hades still left some profit margins to allow the executive agency to run smoothly.
But now...
They walked to a statue of Hades, and Hades casually took down the bag of grain. He grabbed a handful and reached out to signal Mortarion if he wanted some. The Primarch rejected such stupid behavior, so Hades started eating by himself.
He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. Beyond the endless rice fields, where large tracts of land met the woods, there were figures standing in groups of three or two.
"Hey, big moth, you're scaring people away."
Hades said naturally, chewing the food in his mouth.
[… First of all, I am not called… that word. ]
Mortarian paused, as if trying to think of a more powerful word.
[Secondly,] the Primarch said in a weird voice, [Do you realize that you have some credit for scaring people away.]
Hades chews and chews for one card.
Then continue chewing and chewing.
"Well... maybe a little."
He said that after all, he is now a super big guy, with a half-mechanical face, and in order to disperse the oil guys, he has to keep a stern and scary expression for a long time... Hades' affinity is also declining rapidly.
Hades was a little frustrated that he couldn't chat with the Barbarus.
He looked around. The Emperor was above, and the God of Death had built Barbarus into an almost perfect planet. There were also Barbarus's star rings, the Mint Forge satellite, and the Storm Star Region...
Hades sighed inwardly.
If Barbarus looked like this...
I am enjoying myself here and don’t think about horses!
Ahem, no, it should be a tribute to the people who built this place.
"Where's Karas?"
Hades asked,
[conscription.]
Mortarion said, "He's been in a bad mood lately - so he's been training new soldiers."
Hades gasped. Karas? Or a bad temper? Drilling new soldiers
He was beginning to worry about the new recruits, but after all, Karas had been doing this job for ten thousand years - so nothing should go wrong.
Hades could only pray silently for these unfortunate recruits.
“… I wish him good luck in his work.”
Hades looked at the crowd in the distance again. Alas, that person who was observing him and the Primarch with a telescope was going too far.
Hades looked at Mortarion again. It was a rare and precious moment of free time - they were going to fight the Void Dragon next. Before that, Hades and Mortarion were just like two street urchins without proper jobs, wandering around the ridges of the fields on Barbarus.
Hades was naturally willing to spend more time on Barbarus, but he didn't want to disturb the normal residents' lives, so he did not choose a town, but chose to stroll in the sparsely populated fields.
The Primarch had little to say about this, in fact, Mortarion kept a requisite silence about everything unless the matter was so foolish that he had to speak.
The rice fields stretched flatly to the end of the sight, and the sun shone brilliantly, shining on Hades' face.
"Sit for a while?"
The Primarch didn't say anything, but nodded. The two of them found a place with a good view and rocks and sat down.
Hades admired the scenery for a while—he felt a little out of balance—everything was too idle again! Having just crawled out of the official document hell, Hades suddenly had a bad premonition.
But he couldn't tell what it was, probably because he hadn't approved any documents for six hours and seventeen minutes. Just as Hades' hand was about to touch the command board, he used his strong self-will to restrain his instinct to work.
They were bored for a while, and Hades would rub the soil with his feet from time to time, or pull out one or two blades of grass with his hands and tie them into a few knots.
Just before Hades was about to destroy all the weeds around him, Mortarion spoke.
[…Call Trazyn.]
The Primarch said this, and he took off his hood for a rare moment, looking in the direction of the wind with hazy eyes.
"Will you call Trazyn to slay the dragon later?"
Hades asked and the Primarch nodded.
[I did work with Angron to subdue the dragon... but you... ]
Mortarion glanced at Hades and felt something was wrong. The order of the numerological numbers became disordered, but he didn't know what was wrong.
It might be related to the upcoming battle with the Void Dragon. The last time we fought the dragon, it was the same... The Primarch thought.
[You need Trazyn.]
Mortarion said, "I am not as arrogant as the Lord of Mankind. It would be better to call another expert."
Hades thought about it, since the Primarch agreed,
"Okay, it'll probably be happy to come and help."
Hardy paused, then stood up.
"How did you fight?"
"Just fight like that," Mortarion shrugged. "Actually, I was overthinking it... That fragment of the C'tan... I only had a few instincts left, and few means of attack - plus I had Angron's help at the time."
Angron... Hades thought about how Angron had fought the Star God fragment Nightbringer with him in the past, and later fought the Void Dragon fragment with Mortarion, so he could be considered an expert.
I just don’t know how Angron is doing now.
Hades was not worried about the upcoming battle, as both he and Mortarion had enough fighting power.
Just hit it and it's over.
Not to mention Trazyn.
The only question now is, after defeating the Void Dragon, will Hades try to swallow it? Or will he make it into a pendant like the Burner? He can't just fight the Void Dragon for no reason.
[You,] Mortarion looked at Hades, his voice dull, [You can try to practice with the Void Dragon... That alien said that you are not familiar with the abilities of the Star God?]
Hades smiled awkwardly.
"A little, but not much—"
He received a message in his communication channel.
Hades took a quick glance. Oh, Belisarius applied to leave the Terra star region... The reason for the application was to go find one of his archenemies, the old Chinese medicine practitioner Fabius.
No need to think, just approve it.
Hades knew that the reason for the application was 100% a lie, so Belisarius naturally went to respond to the man with the highest priority in his program.
As for the old Chinese doctor, Hades blinked. Since his return, those guys who had devoted themselves to Chaos have become quieter than each other.
Hades also ordered a special army to hunt down these chaos creatures, but progress is still slow.
… … … …
[What do you feel?]
A pure humanoid fighting machine is standing under the golden throne, pure violent aesthetics, the author is from Kirkland who violated the rules privately.
But the sage may not know whose personality code is running in the Nirvana system simulated personality that he copied.
＋… ＋
A golden light flashed in the eyes of the Lord of Mankind, and he realized that the Chaos creatures in the Sea of Chaos were making some big moves.
No... it shouldn't be that serious - but - but - Malcador...
Over at Malcador... the aura of chaos is unstable!
What is He going to do
What are they going to do
The Lord of Mankind wanted to withdraw, but a bird's cry from the Sea of Chaos stopped Him.
… … … …
Mortarion slowly shut down the communication from the Lord of Mankind.
He had already received a warning of the danger, but danger could come at any time, and the Lord of Mankind could not tell the whole story, so it was useless to pay attention.
The Primarch stood diagonally in front of the Mint Cave, and beside him were Hades and Trazyn, who were eager to try.
[Let’s go… I’ll lead the way.]
Said the Primarch.
… … … … …
Force Hades to send out his troops...
Malcador sat on a mountain of gold and blood, his eyes closed as he pondered, would the Eldar's counterattack be enough to force out the coward? How could he add fuel to the fire
He needed Hades to take the initiative to attack... Even if he was not as courageous as the Lord of Mankind, if he was as brave as Mortarion... it would be enough.
Thinking of this, Malcador sneered and felt a little annoyed. Hades was pursuing a completely non-existent way of war, which was to use cannons to destroy the ants on the ground. Once the complete advantage no longer existed, Pluto immediately became cautious.
Unless there is sufficient benefit, Pluto will not be willing to take the initiative to attack before the war situation becomes clear.
A difficult guy.
Malcador tapped the armrest of his seat, thinking - thinking arrogantly enough.
… … … … …
play.
Have fun.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
The red tongue licked over the fine fangs. It was time to give them some stimulation. He had been lying on this bed of pleasure for too long—so long that they had looked down on Him, ignored Him, and complacently stole His authority as if no one had done anything.
… Only his Hades would occasionally think of him, and the Prince of Darkness would feel a little powerless from time to time, coming from Hades’ thoughts… Of course, he knew that Hades would remember him, and would remember him forever.
He chuckled.
It's time to teach them a lesson - so that they can realize their arrogance and mistakes.
Of course He can do this, He does what He wants, He is free, come on, come on, He has long been dissatisfied with the [Fifth Person].
But only now... He can teach Him a lesson by borrowing a knife.
His ancient colleagues certainly knew how to do it.
All He had to do was follow His heart and express His desires.
He only plays big.
——————
Endurance
Morag, the current Chapter Master of the Death Guard, was sorting out documents when there was a knock on the office door. It was the Son of Hades guard who came to relieve the shift - the one in charge of guarding Aisha.
"Come in."
Morag was a little surprised to see Darkseid Black coming in. As the commander of the Death Guard, Morag certainly knew the emerging celebrity in Darkseid's regiment.
"you?"
Morag quickly dug out the list from the pile of documents.
"Sergeant Black—why are you—"
“I applied for it myself.”
Blake said, "This is closer to Pluto."
This is the truth. The Hades Legion was left by Hades in the previous star field to be responsible for the construction transformation. Hades, on the pretext of being invited by the Primarch, slipped back to the Barbarus star field first.
He didn't even take Blake with him, but ran away on his own - almost impatiently.
So Blake followed himself.
And because the time spent in Nurgle was long enough, there were still many mysterious things under the deck of the Endurance, so the ship was not allowed to enter the depths of the Barbarus galaxy, but was anchored at the outermost edge of the galaxy.
Black's honest words made Morag pause. The legion commander sighed in his heart and waved his hand.
"Okay," he handed Black the authorization key, "Go ahead."
Blake nodded and turned away.
——————
"Crazy,"
"It's crazy, it's crazy, it's really crazy."
Fabius Bile gave a twisted grin. The medical device behind him made a clicking sound. He thought of Abaddon - the poor creature toyed with by Chaos.
In the end, he couldn't escape this fate.
"You don't have to go," the guy next to him muttered. He was completely loose due to the pills and liquids, and drool was flowing from his mouth. "The Great Being didn't order you to go, right?"
Bayer smiled.
"Although - I have a little power and freedom - but if I refuse - I think I'd better not refuse, idiot!"
Fabius roared,
"Have you forgotten when He last gave an order? That was thousands of years ago—and that time it did deal a heavy blow to the empire. He rarely gives orders because they are unnecessary!"
And now... Fabius stared at the screen in front of him in pain. Countless warbands that converted to Slaanesh were continuously leaping out from the subspace forks. With a thought from the Lord of Pleasure, these guys who were high on drugs could no longer think of anything. They could only bring all their weapons and rush over to have fun.
It was too sudden, too sudden, Fabius thought, what on earth aroused the interest of the Lord of Pleasure
Even if it was Pluto—Pluto would have returned a long time ago, why choose now
Fabius couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to delve into it, but Slaanesh had promised him the fruits of this victory - if he succeeded and completed this vote, Slaanesh would allow him to find the real genetic technology, and... give him a wisp of the Primarch's residual soul.
When his thoughts touched the Primarch, Bayer felt his heart stop for a moment.
He had always thought that the Primarch had completely dissipated - but not - Slaanesh still retained the last of the Primarch's soul, and he... he could use his genes to rebuild the Primarch's body.
The perfect king...
Fabius was silent for a moment. The alarm and the groans of his colleagues brought him back to reality, but the harsh reality was that he had to complete this big job first.
But this… this is not good.
The smile on Bayer's lips was stiff. Even Abaddon was not stupid enough to challenge the Death Guard head-on.
—————
"so!"
Hades shouted, sitting up from the cold ground.
"Why-why is this happening again?! Can the Void Dragon create illusions?!"
He was back to the scene where he first encountered the void dragon—instead of actually standing in the maze.
"Death! Trazyn! Where are you?!"
Hades cried, and he stood up,
"And—" He opened his hands, "Void Dragon—where are you?!"
(End of this chapter)