Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! ! - Chapter 611 60 Hades decides to manage

Chapter 611 60. Hades decides to manage

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 then I, Lao Ma and the Ultramarines will be responsible for the management of the empire?”

“What the hell?” “The Ultramarines can only interfere with medium and low authority!”

The two sentences sounded at the same time, and Hades laughed, happily ignoring them at the same time.

“Do you have anything else to add? Or do you want to see my performance?”

“You cannot let a single legion manage the empire,” Malcador said sullenly, “This is a taboo.”

“The Death Guard and the Sons of Hades will also help,” Hades said. “Don’t worry, old horse, they won’t mess around as long as I’m here.”

Malcador breathed, and the Emperor skipped his question and looked at Hades with approval.

“I’m afraid it’s you who is causing trouble.”

Makado said,

“You and Neos should keep an eye on it for me,” Hades said. “What about you? Lao Ma, I’m just afraid that you will be too tired to take care of it by yourself.”

Malcador sneered,

“Listen to you.”

Hades smiled and looked at Neos. The emperor spoke and glanced at the Magnus Stone on Hades’ waist.

“Nothing, I’m tired, Pluto, I’ll leave the rest to you…and the original bodies…as you please.”

Hades’s smile turned into a bitter smile;

“Primarch?” he said, “Now there is no one except me and the old horse. Where can we get the horses and oxen to drive us?… Otherwise, we should let Guilliman——”

Malcador stretched out his hand, and a staff of just the right size grew out.

“Guilliman needs to rest,” Malcador said. “Revenant… I sometimes always suspect that you were a Macragge in your previous life.”

Hades smiled,

“Barbarus,” he said, “can’t forget his roots.”

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Mortarion, still in the garden, sneezed.

【……】

Is this what sneezing feels like?

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[Cough…cough…cough cough cough vomit——]

The thin ghost figure clinging to the blood-stained ground struggled to stand up. His pale hands grabbed the long pearl chain and tossed them and the black hair aside.

[The uncertain old thing…]

Coze bared his teeth, revealing his bone-white fangs. He looked at the dead fallen angel in front of him…

This was no ordinary Space Marine. He was more than twice as tall as an ordinary Space Marine, and his reflexes and strength were far superior to those of his kind… It would take a lot of effort to catch such a fallen angel…

Curze raised his hand, licked the dried blood on his wrist, and hung down the original body’s bleeding diamond bracelet… The old man was not in a hurry at all… Otherwise, he would not have disturbed Curze’s interrogation time, so that he would let him The Primarch missed some information.

Curze stepped forward, tearing apart the flesh and blood with his hands, preparing to physically obtain the memory.

The fallen angel’s crudely pieced black armor still bears the unerased dark Eldar patterns, and strange growths burst out of the armor, like an inhuman curse.

The lion still has not given up his plan. The stubborn “filial son”, in the name of the false emperor, took the heaven-reaching genes from under the Himalayas, but he did not bring humiliation to himself and was deceived by the existence of Caliban. pollute.

Blood spilled from the corner of Coz’s mouth, and he smiled. So what if he persisted for ten thousand years? They are just toys for high-dimensional people and upper-level narratives.

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The long table was covered with white tablecloths, and the silver tableware sparkled. Hades was sitting at the head seat, waiting for the meal to be served.

Opposite him was Macado, who was still swishing his wine.

“Call?”

Hades turned his head, Kirkland’s voice came from the communication channel, and there were booming explosions in the background. Hades hoped that the sages who were torn apart on Mars did not take out the general cannon.

The sages of the Hades sect received the news that the great sage Caul led Huang Quan No. 8 to surrender, and about seven Terras arrived in the Sun Star Territory in the future.

boom!

There was another deafening explosion in the background. Hades frowned and listened to Kirkland’s curses on the other side, while discussing with the sage,

“…There is no rush for now,” Hades said, “The application is approved, let Kaul come over first.”

He sighed, “Have a good… academic discussion, Kirkland.”

Hades turned off the communication and sniffed.

Kaur…

Hades thought, the army could indeed be upgraded.

In the original timeline, the Great Sage Belisarius Caul 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 are stronger, bigger, and better than the average Space Marine – yet repulsed by the average Space Marine.

In fact, Caul’s Primaris is not the only way to improve Space Marines. In the original work, Corax accepted the name of the Emperor and obtained the super genome from the underground palace, thereby establishing the [Super Raven Guard].

More powerful than Primaris.

[Super Raven Guard], a true war machine, far surpassing the strength and agility of space warriors, efficient maturation time, more loyal and rational…

But Alpha, who had infiltrated the Crow Guard, took action and contaminated the genome, causing these super Crow Guards to undergo severe mutations. The original Corax had to personally eliminate these descendants.

This also seriously affected the mind of the original body. Unable to accept the annihilation of his descendants personally, the original body finally chose to enter the subspace, vowing to kill Lorgar, the leader of the Great Rebellion.

As for now…

Hades thought, he stood up the knife and looked at the silver blade reflecting his face,

Corax is the founder of the Inquisition, and the Raven Guard and the Night Lords, who nominally destroyed the group, are all affiliated with the Inquisition.

Did Corax in this timeline also receive that genome and create the Super Raven Guard? But if it was created, why was there no splash left?

Corax was not one of those grotesque Primarchs, and in this timeline where the Raven Guard’s status quo was good, Hades believed that if the Primarch had obtained that set of genomes, it would have left documentation.

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…?

“Don’t want to eat?”

Malcador’s voice interrupted Hades. Hades was stunned, looking past the knife and looking at Malcador who was tasting wine opposite.

“Well,” Hades said truthfully, “Old horse, I’ve lost my appetite a little bit.”

He watched as Malcador’s expression fell.

“You don’t like these foods anymore?”

Makado smiled but was still immersed in the anger of the blue mountains and blue seas.

Perhaps Ultramarine Blue and Pluto Black are more powerful than Emperor Gold.

“Like a purer energy body?”

“Empty words!” Hades suddenly said, “How can you slander me like this? Old horse, old horse, I just…”

His words slowed down, mixed with resentment, “I don’t want to eat in front of you, I have a psychological shadow.”

Malcador was stunned for a moment, the smile on his lips became more sincere, and he laughed.

“Then you don’t want to eat?”

“Eat,” Hades said decisively, “You are not a gentleman if you don’t eat for free. Take a bite if you have something to eat – but don’t look at me. If you look at me again, I will call you Huangtou.”

“Wait a minute -” Malcador suddenly said, “What do you call the emperor? Old Huangtou??? Okay, okay -!”

Malcador laughed up and down. The Lord of Humanity also had this day. This was almost the most relaxing moment for him in this period.

Hades looked at Malcador laughing inexplicably, and then Malcador stopped laughing and looked at Hades with a serious face.

“Revenant, promise me you won’t call him Neos again.”

“Please call him——” Macado laughed out loud, “Old Huangtou.”

He decisively ignored the anger coming from the black golden sun in the underground palace under his feet.

He was really happy.

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“When do you think He will come out?”

Archbishop Samuel of the Hades stood on the shoulder armor of the Death Guard, holding the detection hole and looking out 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 with his head shaking, patted the death guard and asked him to get down.

“It doesn’t matter, but what those nonsense teachings say is actually true. Pluto will descend and all things will be destroyed. It’s true. This is true.”

What civil strife, sectarian wars, intrigues, Pluto is coming, all of them are stunned and knocked down,——

Samuel didn’t know yet whether they were dead or just passed out.

This was Pluto’s capital for not talking to them in advance, a pure dimensionality reduction blow, and the gods were too lazy to care about their little thoughts.

Samuel likes to cut through the mess with a sharp knife.

Those who tangle with these powerful people will only be dragged into a never-ending cesspit by their words and strategies. For example, Samuel, from crying in despair with his body covered in feces, to swimming in the cesspit and throwing feces at anyone who doesn’t like it. He only got used to it for about a week.

The war is probably over now, Samuel thought, and there is no suspense.

When Pluto comes to the world, he first meets up with the God Emperor. After the two gods have finished thinking about it, when Pluto comes out, it will not be God who kills God when he blocks it, or Buddha who blocks Buddha.

Samuel walked to the map and watched the small dots move on it.

At least the individuals who are still moving now, except for a few of him who are still hiding in the deepest chamber of the Hades Cathedral, are the Space Marines who are falling like dumplings from the sky and the Imperial Fist on the ground.

The Ultramarines, World Eaters, and Imperial Fists were controlling the key buildings on Terra. Judging by their posture, the Sons of Hades were clearing out the insects. Samuel happily hoped that his political opponents would die before he did.

But—but!

Samuel thought angrily, since Pluto is here, why don’t Pluto’s people come to him?

Forgot them? !

How could this be? ! Although he and some others often skipped morning classes, there were also devout believers in their Hades cathedral, and not all of them were just insects.

There is also a possibility that their strategic position is relatively marginal – there is no need! No need to worry about it now!

Samuel’s bald head turned red, how could he, Pluto, do this?

——Forget it, don’t worry about anything else.

Samuel turned off his fire instantly. Perhaps he should admit that as a later religion, the status of Hades is indeed a little bit marginal.

The archbishop once again took stock of the matters before his death in his mind.

Forty-nine suicide notes have been sent to his wife, lover and children by reliable guards of silence; the nomination list for the next Archbishop of the Hades has also been written; all documents of the Hades have been classified and backed up; The list of Hades’ forces has also been placed, and you can view it when you open it.

The strength of the Hades on Terra has been preserved to the maximum extent. The Silent Guard composed of soulless people, the confessional class composed of the fighting disciples of the Hades, the Fourteenth Legion and other subordinate battle groups of the Death Guard were sent to study. Supporting Space Marines…

His head and neck were also washed.

Samuel hummed a tune and walked past the unconscious head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The high lord was still fantasizing about political manipulation, but it was useless——

An existence can directly paralyze all human resources in an instant. Unless the sages from Mars release hateful intelligence, nothing will work.

Everyone can see the power of Pluto. For the powerful people on Terra, the next step is to see who can kneel down faster and lick the ground better!

Lick whoever you love! Samuel’s bald head was still red, and he was angry at Pluto’s disappearance. Anyway, the teachings said that he, Samuel, would not kneel!

I won’t kneel even when Pluto comes!

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On that day, mankind witnessed the gods.

This has made many people realize that the real gods may be slightly different from what they imagined.

There are no towering giants reaching into the sky; there is no sea of ​​black clouds rolling thousands of miles; there are no landslides and ground cracks, there are no roaring mountains and tsunamis, no, no…

Some are just…

Can’t move.

Just like the breeze blowing in front of you and the sunshine shining on the earth, this is not some unnatural or weird existence – it is like a naturally existing law, it is that simple.

Compared to the imaginary gods, using the big golden flaming sword to stab the ugly black monster with pus on it,

The real Pluto is closer to the law,

More abstract, more macroscopic.

Only a few people saw the formation of Thunder Eagles flashing across the horizon.

But everyone felt this feeling of powerlessness. After seven seconds of emergency evacuation time, people lay peacefully on the ground and clearly realized that Pluto had set foot on this land.

When you lie down with your face in close contact with the earth, feeling the overwhelming feeling of weakness and vomiting, and your stomach twitching from time to time, you will know that Pluto is close to you.

This is Pluto, instinct tells you that it can only be Pluto.

The teachings of Hades have never been as clear and easy to understand as they are now. Those words are not pretending to be profound metaphors, but realistic descriptions.

People’s consciousness is still awake, but they can’t do anything.

A total of one day, five minutes and five minutes has passed since Pluto descended to the time when Pluto saw the world in his true form and the world faintly woke up from the earth.

Pluto stepped from the depths of the palace to the high platform step by step, followed by the old man who was hunched in the shadows.

Consciousness gradually returns…the muscles twitch, and people stand up, either dazed, frightened, or pious.

The gangsters in the fire had long been beheaded by the Space Marines, and the surviving civilians walked out of their homes at a loss. They looked at the highest point of the Himalayas, where besides the cold wind, there was also a god standing,

“I’m back,”

Hades said,

“The human race will eventually be restored.”

“Also,” Hades said, “High lords, come out and see me. Don’t play tricks. I’ll give you one day.”

Hades squinted and saw the door of the Hades Cathedral suddenly opened, and a bald man ran out and knelt down, crawling on the ground. The death guards behind him did not catch up with him.