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Hades needs to quickly identify anti-chaos talents within the Astronautical Army through the early stages of the battle; these individuals will play crucial roles in subsequent operations.
He hoped that during a lull in the war, he could personally meet these warriors, both as a screening and as a sign of respect.
"...Sir, what is a donut?"
Mead suddenly asked another question, which surprised Hades: Would a typical Krieg teach such niche vocabulary?
"A certain dessert—I'll have logistics send over a box later. What flavor do you like?"
"..."
"Sir, he probably doesn't know what the flavors are?"
Lena said hurriedly.
"It was my oversight. Then I'll have one of each of the basic flavors. I hope you like them."
Hades laughed.
"I used to not really like donuts, they were too sweet—I think my tolerance for sweetness is not as high as my tolerance for bitterness. The basic marching nutrient solution concentrate 3x tastes just right."
Is Basic Marching Nutrient Solution Concentrate 3x sweet?
Yes, it's sweet.
Hades spoke with certainty, staring intently at the pensive Krieg, wondering what Krieg had been thinking about from this conversation over food.
"My lord, does the Emperor eat donuts?"
Hades was once again greatly shocked.
“I think he’s eaten donuts,” he said. “Well… but I’m not sure if he liked them or if it was just something he’d tasted by chance.”
Mead remained silent. He was about to eat the food that the God-Emperor had eaten, which gave him a strange sense of disorientation, but he was not overly excited. He felt confused, but he did not know where the confusion came from.
Every Krieg is a loyal follower of the Emperor from birth, and they will sacrifice themselves for the Lord of Mankind in war. This is their sole reason for existence, which needs no questioning or change.
"Sir, are donuts something we eat after the war? And what is 'after the war'?"
He saw Pluto give a radiant smile, a smile rarely seen in Krieg's life, but Pluto seemed quite interested in his question.
"In some ways,"
Hades laughed. Ordinary armies would regard Krieg as a ruthless war machine, but in reality, even in Warhammer, apart from those who have been completely turned into machine servants, everyone has their own will. This is why the Empire has always been so chaotic—humans are not entirely collective creatures after all.
Interestingly, he could see a Krieg thinking.
"look,"
Hades patiently and persuasively guided them.
"Some foods are invented in peacetime—they are usually made with more generous ingredients, more refined seasonings, and better suited to human tastes; others are invented during wartime—the ingredients are usually limited, the seasonings are less sophisticated, and they are better suited to human survival needs. I think donuts are a food invented in peacetime, so..."
"If war can bring peace, then donuts are the food to eat after war."
Krieg tilted his head, seemingly trying to understand what Hades was saying. It was perhaps too abrupt for his life filled with war, and he probably wouldn't live to see the end of the war.
Will there be peace after the war?
"We hope it is."
Hades said calmly,
"We wage war for survival and peace, not for a bigger war, which is... at least not a human matter."
Mead nodded; he completely understood.
"Thank you, sir. I will do my best to sacrifice myself before the war ends."
Hades' eyelid twitched almost imperceptibly; he had a strange understanding of Krieg's line of thought.
Krieg was born for war; after the war, there was no more war, and Krieg was no longer needed.
This was once Mortalian's concern, and perhaps Horus's as well—but in reality, the true embodiment now wishes there would be no more war in the galaxy in the next second; he has been working for too long.
Although Hades wanted to say there was no need to worry, that this constructed universe would never be without war, he thought he should be more optimistic.
"There will be reconstruction after the war, and the Lord of Humanity will continue to need you. War is not the only way to serve him... You can imagine digging trenches for the Lord of Humanity after this."
"I don't want to keep digging trenches."
Krieger said,
"I dig trenches because it will make me better able to sacrifice myself on the battlefield and fight better, but I will not voluntarily dig trenches that are of no value to me."
"So what do you want to do?"
Hades asked casually, "What do you want to do, setting aside sacrifice and death, war and combat?"
Mead was stunned.
"My Lord of Watch, whom I have sacrificed, wishes to find a good broad leaf to play the flute on."
He said.
"how about you?"
Hades asked.
"I...I don't know."
"Then you can try to find it,"
Hades laughed.
"These are the teachings of Hades; you can believe in both at the same time."
Haha, you yellow weasel, Hades is going to make Krieg's surname Ha instead of Huang's today!
Yay! That's all!
Chapter 682 Continuing the Advance
Scalus Sector
Operator 05328D:
First broadcast, key yubns-92, Terra time 999.11.2, 8:06 AM, Scalus Sector, 2nd Front, Sector 1, 3c.
Pluto requests relocation, application approved. The armies of the Third and Fourth War Zones on Burnscor are requested to prepare to receive him. Based on the local psionic concentration, the Pluto combat personnel will implement the Third Beta Plan. Over.
Boom! Boom! — Boom!
The earth trembled under the fire of the Leman Rustank tanks. Tanks of different models and from different directions opened fire simultaneously, and in the distance, the stationary Titans also unleashed a torrent of flames.
Fighter jets swept across the sky like flocks of geese, dropping shells that set the entire nest ablaze.
"In the name of Hades! Fire! Fire—suppress it! Don't let it out!!!"
The cultist priest, huddled behind Leman Rustank, roared, his face contorted with rage behind his gas mask, while some colossal creature writhed in the fiercely burning hive before him.
The space suddenly darkened, and the priest abruptly looked up to see enormous tentacles formed from the intertwined naked bodies emerging from the ruins of the hive city, slapping towards him. The priest's pupils constricted sharply—
boom!
Brilliant sparks exploded in the air, and the tentacles wailed as they retracted. A massive bomb from a distant Titan saved him, and blood and flesh rained down on him.
"Ugh—ah! Hades above!"
The priest wiped his gas mask; a piercing electrical crackling sound came from his ears, which were almost deafened by the shell blast.
"Second broadcast, key..."
The priest of the Underworld suddenly stopped, disregarding the fact that he was standing in the sticky, disgusting flesh and blood, and listened intently to the words on the channel in order to keep his head turned to the side.
Then——
"Pluto! Hades is here! The request has been granted!"
He cheered and immediately switched the channel back to the command channel.
"Fighter jets must make an emergency landing immediately! Stop flying!! Everyone, find cover immediately—the medical corps! Drag out all the severely contaminated people! Lay them flat on the ground! Place the Black Stone Necklace on top!"
"Those who don't want to die! Pray to Hades now!!!"
The pastor shouted, and he didn't know how many people heard him, but the next time the fighter planes did not come.
Upon hearing the orders for cover and retreat, most soldiers immediately jumped back into the trenches. Some, blinded by rage, continued their charge, while others were dragged back by their comrades and charged directly into the raging flames.
boom!
The Titan unleashed another heavy bomb, but instead of targeting the monster the size of the nest, it fired it into the sky.
The red-robed figures stood at the foot of the remote fire support platform, and the priest could already see them waving their cheerful little metal arms in the air.
He was about to reprimand this waste of ammunition, but the priest's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively turned to look up at the sky—
A black line, as if a signal had failed, flashed by out of nowhere.
The pastor's eyes widened suddenly.
A hand suddenly shot out from the spatial rift!
A gigantic figure, barely visible, slowly emerged from the spatial rift. The priest of the Underworld Church gaped, for in his vision, the emerging figure was only slightly larger than a black dot.
But behind that dark shadow, which almost filled the entire field of vision, the towering tentacles that stretched out from the raging flames suddenly disintegrated and scattered, as if they had never existed in the first place.
A sudden gust of wind arose, scattering the white hair.
When he finally saw Hades' face clearly, the god was frowning and looking sideways at the already fallen Nest City, where the corpses scattered from the giant tentacles fell from the sky and were then swallowed by tongues of fire.
Hades reached out toward the fallen city, and in an instant, the entire city seemed to be shrouded in shadow. Dark water surged up from beneath the city, the fire continued to burn, and the Netherwater continued to flow.
Hades stopped when the highest tower of the city was swallowed by darkness.
The priest blinked and saw the hive still burning fiercely, as if nothing had happened.
He glanced subconsciously at the time displayed on his gas mask; only a second had passed since Hades appeared.
"By Hades—by the King of the Underworld!!!"
The pastor paused for a moment, then a word of praise burst from his throat, as if it were the first domino in a sea of dominoes. Then, amidst the roar of overheated engines, people shouted and waved their arms in the air.
Regardless of what they were shouting, every sentence contained the word "Pluto".
The priest saw Hades turn his face. Apart from the mechanical eye, his body was only black and white, with hideous scars running through half of his face, and his dark eyes, devoid of any light, were looking at his people and believers.
Then Hades smiled and waved at them—electric arcs wrapped around the black helmet, and space flickered again as if it had broken.
He's leaving again.
For some reason, the priest felt a sense of loss and frustration. He pulled himself out of the carnage and ran after Lemanrus, foolishly waving to the gods and shouting their thanks for ending the war.
But the gods never linger for any single individual. The black line swept across the sky as abruptly as it had arrived, and then it departed once more, leaving behind nothing but a dead city where flames burned silently.
Operator 05328D:
First broadcast, key yubns-92, Terra time 999.11.2, 8:13 AM, Scalus Sector, 2nd Front, Sector 4, 6g.
Pluto requests to move, application approved...
………………
【Endurance】
Motalian, who was bowing his head to the desk, slightly raised his eyes, but his hand did not pause for a moment when signing the document.
Above the sofa opposite him, the space began to fluctuate, and then a large black object crashed down, hitting the center of the sofa.
boom!
Hades lay sprawled on the sofa, utterly dejected. The repeated attempts to force open the space had left him somewhat weak.
He casually picked up the Burner's Heart from his waist. In reality, Hades still hadn't learned how to eat it. Tarachin had demonstrated to him how the Deceiver ate his own fragments, which involved gnawing on them raw.
Hades hesitated for a moment, then finally chose to switch his face to a hollow state similar to that of a Void Dragon, then stuffed it in and took it out again.
The Burner's heart visibly dimmed, and Hades fastened it back to his waist, switched back to his human face, and pondered which planet to go to next—even though the war on the second front was also about to end.
Don't go.
The Primarch then pulled a gold-embossed letter from a stack of documents and tossed it to Hades, who caught it and opened it.
The old man wants you to conserve your energy, and he also wants to borrow the Resilient.
Motarian said calmly, his attitude toward the request unreadable.