The tank coughed out circles of black smoke and the engine made a grunting sound.
Hades stood there and scratched his head, then immediately turned off the radio transmission.
Tank's coughing became quieter.
".Feel sorry?"
Hades sent a binary radio wave tentatively.
The black smoke came out again, straight into Hades' face.
Hades wisely chose not to hide.
"Cough, cough, cough. Cough!"
The thick smoke with the smell of engine oil dissipated, Hades took a deep breath, and then continued to type on the telegram in his mind.
"Um. Sorry, I thought you guys liked it this way."
"I like it!"
"What misunderstanding do you have about machine spirits, kid?!"
Then it sent a binary zip file of obscenities to Hades.
Hades was not annoyed. Compared to those who couldn't say what they thought no matter how hard they tried, he had a great deal more liking and tolerance for those who spoke their mind.
After all, the other party is just throwing a bunch of swear words at you, not a bomb.
"Sorry, sorry."
When the old car finally came to a breathless stop, Hades remained in a state of comforting it;
“.”
"Boy, I've never seen your livery. Which legion are you from?"
"Death Guard, formerly Dusk Raiders."
Dusk Raiders. It knew them, and these ground-combat-loving space marines were right up its alley.
But it looked at Hades, whose face was covered in black smoke.
Alas! Each generation is worse than the previous one!
"Are you the only one in Death Guard?"
Hades nodded.
"Yes, the army is still in the running-in period, and most people are unwilling to come to Mars."
"Then why did you come here?"
Hmm. Hades scratched his head.
"Because I think I kind of like machinery and stuff."
"you?!"
The old car was about to spray him with exhaust gas again, but it thought about it and held back.
In fact, apart from the boy's disrespectful behavior at the beginning, he really didn't do anything else and just kept apologizing.
But. Wait?!
"You kid? I can't feel your soul?!"
Ah, Hades was stunned.
"I am a special untouchable."
Untouchables as technical sergeants? !
Is he crazy? Machine spirits feel uncomfortable when they see the Untouchables!
Lao Che suppressed the annoyance that had just been aroused by the noise and looked at the Death Guard carefully again.
Apart from the fact that it disliked him, there was really no feeling of disgust.
But the other party really couldn't feel the soul.
The old car was silent.
Since he was the first person sent by a legion to study, and he insisted on coming here, but in the end he was found to be an untouchable. It is better not to attack him.
"How about this, I'll send you a compressed file, and you can just play it when you use the machine."
"Normal speed, no copying allowed!"
In fact, Lao Che also knows about machine souls and the like. Their existence is just to hope that users can use them seriously to complete their missions.
The rituals of the Mechanicus only bring them some comfort.
Just use them well.
Treat your machine seriously, give it respect, and let it fulfill its innate mission.
Except for the more special machine souls, as long as the user does the above points, the machine souls will be at your disposal.
Lao Che wrote a paragraph with great earnestness and sent it to Hades.
This is a string of encrypted language, and it will take Hades a long time to decipher the meaning of this sentence.
Before that, he only needed to play this passage to the machine that needed to be operated.
The old car couldn't guarantee that this would make its kind happy with Hades, but at least it wouldn't make them swear at him.
Okay, it's old, let it sleep, and don't find such people to torture it anymore!
"Kid, you'll tell the Mechanicus's sages to put me aside or dismantle me. Don't use me as a teaching aid anymore."
"Also, tell Sage Jordan that I hate him and that he should let me die on the battlefield!"
Instead of putting on a bunch of funny cloth here and listening to their nonsense!
Lao Che's bird servant started to move. Considering that he had just lost his temper at the Death Guard and would need him to pass on a message for him later, he decided to remind him again.
An encrypted message was sent and Hades blinked.
"Okay, thank you for your reminder, I actually noticed that too."
Okay, this kid is not stupid.
The roar of the engine gradually died down, and the old car shook as if it was completely scrapped, and there was no sound anymore.
It was a completely abnormal scene, and the technical soldiers in the distance were alarmed.
Two Imperial Fists and Iron Hands came over one after another, while the others continued to watch from a distance.
In addition to the Iron Warriors, the two who walked towards Hades were the elite among the technical sergeants, and they were also the most familiar with the existence of Machine Souls.
Of course, where there are Imperial Fists, there will be no Iron Warriors, so the Iron Warriors continued their welding learning as if Hades was air.
Jin-306 also nervously crawled out from the pile of metal that had just disappeared, but when he saw the other two Space Marines, he stood aside stiffly as a background.
"Brother of the Death Guard, what's wrong with you here?"
The deep voice of Emperor Fist Heslop sounded.
"ah."
Hades paused.
"Well, this car said it hated the Sage asking it to work."
Imperial Fist Heslop and Iron Hand Kano looked at each other.
Jin, who was pretending to be dead, also had a question mark on his screen.
What is this Death Guard talking about? He can communicate directly with the Machine Spirit?!
Terra, the Imperial Palace.
They stood here now, deep in the earth.
The coolness of the earth touched them, and Malcador could feel the cold air seeping through the seams of his clothes.
The death-like figure now stood inside the first door, and the black arch pressed down, imprisoning everything.
The god of death stared at Malcador, staring at this incomprehensible thing.
"So the truth behind the Great Crusade is that it was a regime composed of wizards?"
Malcador sighed, and the thin wizard gestured to Mortarion, hoping that they should leave here first before continuing the conversation.
However, the Primarch did not move at all, and his right hand twitched unnaturally. Based on the movement of the Primarch's muscles, Malcador judged that Mortarion most likely wanted to strangle him.
Malcador swallowed back a sigh that was about to break his throat, or Mortarion would have carried out his plan immediately and killed the one he believed to be a sorcerer.
He is now an unarmed beast tamer facing a violent and capricious beast.
But Malcador is also a wise man who knows a lot and knows what to say and what to do, and how to use the skills of language.
"Mortarion."
He called softly,
"This is not about a wizard regime, in fact, it will end the history of psykers."
Death looked at him in confusion.
"Just think about it, when humans no longer need astropaths to guide the direction of the Warp, and no longer need to sail in those chaotic Warp channels."
"That's what he's trying to do now—"
"I want to see the Emperor."
Mortarion interrupted Malcador neatly. Even though some of the old man's previous actions had won his favor, this was not a reason for Mortarion to forgive him for concealing his witchcraft.
Malcador frowned slightly.
"He's not here. He's busy with more important things."
"So I'm not something he needs to worry about?"
"I know what you're thinking. I'm a dirty Babarus peasant who might betray you in the future."
"So you imprisoned me here, using learning as bait and the legion as a threat."
"Isn't that right?"
Death approached him silently, casting a shadow over him and looking down on him.
The pungent poisonous gas choked his throat.
The hands of the god of death are shaking, he wants to reap life.
If it were anyone else, they would have already trembled and knelt down in the face of the Primarch's extreme anger.
But Malcador did not. He just sighed again and said softly,
"If you don't believe my answer, you can ask your friends."
Mortarion was stunned.
Hades
"What does it have to do with him? We are just illiterate people from a planet. What does he know about your plan?"
"Do you really believe he's just an ordinary Barbarus?"
Malcador stared at Mortarion.
Mortarion was silent.
Now Malcador has regained control of the conversation.
"He is lucky, and he is chosen."
Malcador began to walk towards the exit, and the Primarch followed silently.
The trainer continued to scatter bread on the road, and the prey picked up the food behind him.
"Of course, he is also unfortunate."
“But so far, he’s doing pretty well.”
But they can do nothing about the road ahead.
He could also prepare a few final things for the Emperor's chosen ones.
"You know your friend's constitution, Mortarion."
"His physique is his gift and his curse."
"Hades knows this. The Emperor has seen him."
Malcador spoke slowly and carefully,
"Then why did he?"
Mortarion asked stubbornly,
"Because he knows that human beings have no choice."
Makhado answered fluently.
"It's not that we took advantage of him, but he wanted to change something, so he chose us."
"Of course, I have not found any motive for your friend to do this at the moment."
Malcador carefully laid the language trap,
"Otherwise maybe our conversation will go more smoothly."
Hades' Motives
The determined figure who followed him to the top of the mountain and liberated Barbarus.
For humanity.
Mortarion was silent again.
Malcador sighed.
“So that’s what we’re doing.”
"Didn't he suggest that you retain the think tank of the Death Guard? Keeping these and developing them is just to better break away from the psykers in the future."
There was a brief silence.
It's time to change the subject.
Malcador quickly assessed Mortarion's appearance—
Perhaps his shortcomings in the eyes of others are precisely his advantages.
You can give it a try.
"The Emperor's ultimate plan is to free humanity from those beings in the Warp."
"And protect the human soul."
"His intentions are always human."
Malcador held on to these words tightly, as if he was grasping at the last few straws on a cliff.
Death laughed, and the sound corroded by poison gas echoed in the empty corridor.
"I see,"
"You believe me, don't you?"
"That's why you said that."
"He's looking at humans, so there will be people he abandons—"
"Like me?"
Death does not rage but laughs.
"If it is death and humanity that the Emperor promises me, I accept it with pleasure."
Malcador breathed a sigh of relief.
Coming from a world of death worship, this son of the Emperor believed in no glory or reward.
He also never believed in gifts given to him for no reason, unless they contained thorns that caused him pain.
He only stubbornly believed in the bleak future.
Then show him the true desperation behind the Great Crusade.
Then show him the Emperor's ruthless resolve.
Behind the magnificent army and glorious battle record, mankind has long since sunk into quicksand.
There is no time.
They are racing against time.
"The subspace's gaze is everywhere. What you just saw is his real hard work."
The tall Primarch followed the hunched wizard away. Behind them, the black arch stood silently, sleeping and waiting for the future.
"ha?"
"A letter from Terra?"
Hades, who was scooping porridge with a spoon in one hand, suddenly stopped.
He was currently sitting at the dining table, surrounded by Techmarines from the Imperial Fists and Iron Hands.
In the distance, the wild wolf Manning looked over here with resentment from time to time.
Well. Hades also wanted to pull Manning over, but unfortunately the Imperial Fist and Iron Hand were not very welcoming to the Wild Wolf.
The servant still held the letter high in both hands, waiting for Hades.
Hades blinked and picked up the plain letter.
The technical sergeants around him also started other conversations tacitly.
[How are you doing lately
I have spoken to that psyker Malcador, and the Empire appreciates the Death Guard's approach.
He agreed to provide some male untouchables to the Death Guard in the early stages, but required us to establish a special anti-psychic team.
And we need to find the subsequent untouchable people ourselves.
This coincides with our original idea.
The leader of the anti-psychic team is of course you.
-
What was crossed out here, Hades couldn't see clearly. -
But the wily psyker was only paying lip service to such things for now.
"It's not time yet."
That's what he said.
That's why I hate these psykers, they always try to deceive us with ambiguous words.
Malcador said he would come to Mars in a few years and asked me if I would be willing to go to Mars to discuss some backup equipment for the Death Guard with the Magi.
He said that most of my brothers had been to Mars and had reached some private agreements with the Mars Legion.
Maybe you could do it for me, what do you think
—Mt］
Hades watched and took another mouthful of porridge. Malcador had actually suggested to the Emperor to form an anti-psychic team, but the related work was too trivial, and the Emperor's Guards and Sisters of Silence actually had anti-psychic effects, so he gave up.
To be honest, the psychic enemies encountered in the Great Crusade are actually a minority, and most of them are physical enemies.
Even if we encounter psychic power, we can still chew on this psychic bone by relying on the accumulation of firepower.
At worst, Magnus's Psionic Corps is the Empire's choice when it encounters a psychic opponent.
So in fact, whether it is the Empire or the Legion, establishing a separate anti-psychic team is actually a very thankless task.
To put it in today's context, it can be described in two words: useless.
But if you look at the long term, anti-psychic teams are quite necessary.
Currently the Emperor and Malcador are distracted by the Crusade and the Webway, and their top priority is to complete the Webway before anything else happens.
Therefore, finding a legion and outsourcing all these tasks, while also using up the legion's internal resources, this behavior seems very reasonable.
If it were any other legion, they would probably still be grumbling about the Empire's orders, but if it were the Death Guard
It can only be said that it was a two-way journey.
However, the Empire's Great Crusade target for the Death Guard is not expected to be lowered as a result.
Then Hades finally reacted!
Then Mortarion pushed this matter to him, so in the end, wasn't it Hades who did the work? !
Hades nearly spit out his porridge.
So the result of your discussion for such a long time is to find me something to do, give me some untouchables in the early stage (they haven't even really agreed to it), and then ask me to pull the millstone, right
Hades angrily asked for another bowl of porridge.
And he couldn't refuse at all, after all, it was he who first suggested that Mortarion start building an anti-psychic team within the Death Guard.
But this is different from what Malcador proposed. If the Empire intervenes, then they will most likely be in charge of more than just the psykers encountered by the Death Guard.
With a few resources, he has to take care of a bunch of crappy things.
What does it mean to be in pain and happy at the same time? What does it mean to be 007 for the Empire
That's it!
Other time travelers at least enjoy their lives, but why is he either studying or working overtime here
Emperor Fist Heslop looked at Hades strangely. After taking the letter, the Death Guard's emotions fluctuated greatly.
He spoke with some doubt.
"Are you alright, brother of the Death Guard?"
"I'm fine."
Hades, who had already seen that he would die from overwork in the future, smiled weakly.
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