[Barbarus]
"Trazyn?"
"Tarasim!"
"… "
"TARA-ZIN!!!"
"Hey? Hey! I'm here!"
Tarain hurriedly shifted consciousness to the observator. It saw that Hadis was stood in front of it, holding a stack of official documents in his hand, and the thickness seemed to want it to die.
"You do it, Trabin, I think you have a virus."
"I'm watching Athens College-"
Trazyn said, and then the Necrons gave a few loud, staccato laughs, as if remembering something happy.
"You should see how funny your motor oil lunatics are."
Oh, Hades thought that if it wasn't for Hades himself, he would be the crazy of the most madman of the whole region, and shocked 40K a little 3K. He was a big banana or a rotating cat. He could.
Although these oil guys have begun to spread some things with the initial abstract culture, fortunately there will be disinfection from time to time, otherwise Hades would really be afraid of an abstract guy appearing in the subspace.
But Hades does not intend to restrict these guys who are not doing their job on the Athens Academy forum every day.
He wasn't the guy who saw his subordinates when he saw his subordinates. They could do things well, and Hardis didn't care anything else.
"Then you copy a copy and go back slowly."
Hades said, thrusting the file at Trazyn.
"This is the results of protecting cultural relics in these three months, as well as the recent technology products. You can see if there is any omissions, and whether there are other technology to contribute. The expedition will start immediately. How can you donate some good people?"
Talaxin ignores the last sentence automatically, grabbing the file, it looks at the ground quickly, after all, it is the upgraded body.
"There's something else,"
Hades said,
"Talaxin, have you planned to go to the battlefield? I gave a few titles.
Trazyn let out an unidentified scream, but the Necrons knew what Hades wanted to do. It had lost miserably in that command operation.
"All right, all right—I'll do it."
Hades nodded.
"You will have to accept the data of several large-scale battles afterwards. Don't let your precious computing power go to waste, Endless One."
"So can I pick up something on the battlefield?"
Hades waved his hand.
"It's up to you, but you are not allowed to pick up any human who can still move and survive this time."
Trazyn's green eyes darkened.
“Pretty ruthless decision.”
"Ha ha."
"By the way, how's it going with Zandrick?"
"They did not leak the news. First, they did not report their secret search for the Primarch. Second, they at least kept their promise. As for the follow-up... Obiron came to me again later."
Taraxin said, thinking of the tall Wang Wei, who looked a little dejected in spirit.
"Zandrek has recovered well, and even remembered his mistakes on the battlefield - this made him depressed again. Obiron is now worried that his master will commit suicide."
Hades stunned,
"What should we do then?"
"I sent them several immersive simulation copies of large-scale battles. Let Obiron fool Zandrek first. I think it sometimes can't distinguish between reality and dreams and hallucinations."
Trazyn was silent for a while.
"Damn, such old things, change our past, and find a place to die by yourself.
Hadis picks an eyebrow,
"Are you angry or are you soft-hearted?"
"It's messy, it's all messy."
Trazyn waved her hands, not looking angry.
"I understand what you humans mean by the collapse of rituals and music. Anyway, don't worry about the Crowned Ones. I, Trazyn, swear as the director of the Solemnas Art Museum that nothing will go wrong here."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. There is no problem with the information you gave me, Hades. I am more curious about how the Pale Lord finally solved the problem of the Endurance's acceleration."
Hades blinked. Mortarion, who had quarreled with Karas until he was red-hot, ran away to Terra to take up his post. Could he say that it was not Mortarion who solved the problem in the end
And for Tyra's managers for three seconds.
"Simply slowed down the acceleration and improved the armor."
Hardis said, but saw a huge sigh of Tallasin,
"Can fleshy creatures unable to cross the gap with no inertia ultra -light after all?"
"You can take a look at the Huangpi Squad."
"That's called a flesh and blood creature?!"
Tarain is so angry that it is directly rising,
"I don't even want to say you - how can you combine Necrontyr technology with the fucking Warp! I can tolerate Mortarion, but the Lord of Mankind is ￥%&*&￥%#%"
Fierce fear of the dead.
"Just tell me if it's useful or not, whether it can be used or not,"
Hadis raised his eyebrows and hugged his arms,
"It's really not possible to hack a boat in a mimic."
"I do think so! The crew members aboard are all connected to the Lord of Mankind, and I'll be discovered if I move!"
"You've already tried that?!?!"
Hadis looked at Tarazin at each other, everything was in words.
"At that time, I was caught by Huangpi, remember not to give me out."
"I will call your name as soon as possible to let the emperor know who is the mastermind."
Hades suddenly lowered his voice and leaned over to Trazyn.
"How about this, you call Lao Mo when the time comes, don't call me—?!"
Hadis stood up sharply, looking at the fog fountain at the door of the office.
"Hey, you're back so soon?"
Matrian is still a destructive look. Even if it is primary, after being squeezed by the work for 10,000 years, it will also look like this.
Matrian's sight directly across Hardis, staring at Taraxin,
[Just do it... If the Lord of Mankind has any objection to you, tell him that I told you to do it.]
The last sentence was almost gritted.
Hades laughed awkwardly, it seemed that Mortarion had heard what he said just now.
"Did the yellow-skinned guy bully you again?"
[…]
Motarian glanced at Hadis, and seemed to be very satisfied with the name of the Lord of the human. Although he didn't understand the meaning of it, he could hear that the ridicule was strong.
Tarain took the opportunity to slip away.
[I have a proposal that we should not station troops on Terra during this expedition.]
Mortarion said calmly,
[If the enemy raids Tella, let the bastard on the golden throne jump up and work]
"Great idea, got my brain spinning,"
Hades said,
"But not approve."
Martarian sneered, ignored Hades, and found a sofa in the Hadis office and sat down.
"So - There are other things?"
Hades turned around.
"Is there trouble over there Terra?"
Death shook his head.
[Everything went well, but the Mechanicus is looking for you. ]
Hadis waved his hand, and there were no written documents. The guy probably planned to sell money with the floor bricks he had walked.
“No hurry.”
After saying this, he stared at Mortarion, and Mortarion stared at him, and they looked at each other in confusion.
"so… "
Hades wondered,
"What are you doing in my office? Are your office haunted?"
Matrian will not stay in the office for a reason for rest, especially Hardis's office because he will be assigned by Hades.
Mortarion's expression became even darker. The Primarch hesitated for a moment and thought that it was best to admit it frankly, otherwise Hades would find out the truth from other sources.
Death looked at Hades with a confused expression. Sure enough, before he could speak, Hades fell asleep first.
"Sorry, I think of happiness."
[…Laugh whenever you want.]
Hades immediately burst into laughter, gasping for breath, and then came over to ask for a beating.
"Ti Feng hasn't disappeared yet?"
[No.]
The Primarch said dryly,
[I overestimated the new generation. Karas is now busy providing psychological counseling to these little guys who are experiencing their first death.]
As if thinking, Motarian fists, relax again,
[It is nothing but death.]
He murmured in a low voice, and Hadis patted the chlamydia shoulder armor,
"I guess they died more than once. It's too exciting to be exposed to too much death in a short period of time."
[…]
[I will go visit them one by one.]
Matrian said, a trace of mist hanging down from his fingertips, Hardis led his heart and put away the black domain covering here, so that the original body could release the spirit.
The fog drifted out of the office and left.
"Think of something happy,"
Hades said,
"You'll be setting the warp on fire in no time."
[They will be afraid of us]
Mortarion nodded.
[Death guards, the fist of the empire, the dark angel, and the reinforcements of other legion warfares, the Titan Society of the Mechanical Education ... This time I will give death to a god.
The Primarch clenched his fist again, his knuckles cracking.
[I see... The first one is six... Then we'll go to the garden again, Hades, promise me... to put the black domain into the false god's mouth.]
“It’s difficult but you can give it a try.”
Hades laughed.
"But, Lao Mo—is the first one really six?"
They fell silent at the same time.
… … … … … …
"How do you feel now?"
Jien, the captain of the Thirteen Grids of the Thirteen Five Brigade of the Death Guard, asked that he is now sitting in the soldier's personal lounge.
Gene said, but Edward still didn't move.
"fine,"
Edward said boringly,
"It's just ... I may still not be tough enough."
He remembered the feeling of death, and it was like a beach that was suddenly washed on the beach. He stood up blankly and saw that the world was in a hazy cloud mist.
As far as he could see, he took a glimpse at the bizarre monsters at the edge of the clouds. They were far more unimaginable and unacceptable than the subspace creatures they had dealt with in previous combat missions.
And around him, more death guards were silent. Edward realized that he was not a "type of person" with them. Their armor was tattered, but it felt harder than him.
Then there was a huge dizziness, and he fell to the ground suddenly, and found himself back on duty, the deck was shaking and buzzing, blood and skin were squeezing him, and then-
"Good?!"
A rude voice sounded and the door was thrown open. Both men were startled and jumped to their feet. The hands that were about to draw their guns immediately changed to salutes when they saw the visitor.
"Master Carlas!"
Callas always had an extremely indescribable smile, but both of them were sure that the essence of this smile was not a positive emotion.
"0305013001 Gene! 0305013007 Edward! Sit!"
When Karas shouted, the soldier immediately sat up straight with his back straight.
Karas paced slowly in the lounge without saying a word, but his eyes were fixed on the two of them like an experienced vulture.
"Edward, how is it recently?"
Callas asked, and Edward nodded vigorously.
"Report the chief! I feel everything is good!"
Karas sneered, waved his hand,
"This is just a casual conversation, relaxing-"
Karasla long sound,
"Do you dare to bear the consequences of telling lies?!"
"Report! Dare!"
"Then tell the truth, you little bastard!"
Edward obviously hesitated for a moment, but then they saw frost hanging from the four corners of the room, the light was dimming, and Karas's smile became more and more hideous.
"I am terrified! I do not think I am capable enough to follow the Primarch!"
"good,"
Callas raised his voice,
"You finally realized that you are a bastard! Tell me what you are going to do next?!"
“Train hard!”
Edward replied quickly,
"I am willing to accept the punishment - I volunteer to go on a suicide mission!"
Karasun, who was walking slowly, paused. He glanced at Edward with contempt.
"Good awareness,"
He said,
"You people will indeed be transferred -you will be a troops around the original body."
Karas turned sharply, rushed to this unlucky soldier in three steps, dragging his training uniform collar.
"Don't take any chances."
Callas slowly loosened his hand, his expression returned to its sinister and ruthless look. He patted Edward.
"Do your best... This is a punishment for you, but also a recognition."
"as well as-"
Karas made a long sound, raised his hand, and showed the little thing in his hand to the two warriors.
"Look who's here?"
Callas said sarcastically,
"Sometimes I feel a little sad. The respected Primarch can take time out of his busy schedule to visit his descendants - but he is unwilling to chat with an old guy like me?"
Karas moved his gaze and looked dimly at the little guy between his fingers. The small version of the Death Guard hung in the undead man's hand as if it were dead.
No matter how hard he pressed his fingers, the tough little guy didn't make a sound.
Opposite Karas, the two soldiers who had been in a hundred battles kept silent, and no one dared to mess with Titung in the death guards, and no one could bear the storm of the old soldiers.
"What? Not talking?"
Callas shook the little thing in his hand and laughed sinisterly.
"I was presumptuous - I hindered the plans of the great primarch."
"then."
Karas said at will, throwing the little death guard in his hand to Edward, Ti Feng confirmed that he heard a sharp scream at that moment. I don't know if it was from the little death guard or from two soldiers.
"He recognizes you, do your job well."
Karas said that it was thrown to Edward's rolls, which was the shoulder -thread pattern that the soldier would change next, representing the change of the company.
"As for me, it all depends on your performance. Just because he is tolerant of his offspring doesn't mean I will give you a passing grade."
Typhon left without looking back, leaving the two new generations at a loss.
Mortarion thought he was unwilling to face Hades
… … … …
Hades, who was reading the document, tilted his head.
"Lao Mo, what's wrong with you?"
[…]
[I'm going back to Terra.]
There was still a question mark on Hades' head, but the Primarch's figure disappeared like white mist first.
Bang!
Hadis looked at Karas, which opened the door.
The next moment, Karas did not look around Hades' office, but turned to bend over, and first vomited.
Caras began to curse in his heart a few minutes before he planned to come to Hades office.
(End of this chapter)