Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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"Humans are ultimately a psionic species, with only differences in strength and whether their abilities are activated or not. We have finally come ashore, and once we come ashore, fish can no longer remain fish."

【what ever,】

Mortarian raised his hand,

But I never let go. I'm just tired of hating. There are more important things to do now. I don't need to waste my energy on a paralyzed tyrant.

"But you still came."

The Emperor maintained his faint smile, leaving Mortarian somewhat speechless. In the past, Mortarian might have felt angry, angry at being slighted, but now... let him be.

"I need to ascertain your condition," Mortalian said, "and his full form... I can't see his entire projection myself."

"So what's your conclusion?"

You're sick.

"..."

【…】

The two were silent for a moment. The Lord of Man turned his head to look at the Primarch. The shadow under the Primarch's hood obscured Mortarion's face, and only a faint white haze could be seen.

It seems the Primarch is unwilling to back down on this issue.

This reminded the Lord of Humanity of the past, when he found his Number Fourteen in the Land of Miasma. The moment he saw Him, the Lord of Humanity knew that this would become the White Flame that would revive humanity.

“There aren’t many normal people in this universe,” the Emperor said. “It’s a luxury…and if you don’t want to talk to me, I can send Gara.”

Mortarian sneered.

"No need," the Primarch said. "I miss him dearly, but there's no need to disturb his peaceful sleep at such a boring time."

So you really...

Mortarian spoke, his tone softening, as he walked up to the Emperor and sized up the human lord seated on the golden throne.

Are you planning to maintain the current situation?

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” the Lord of Humanity laughed again, his smile relaxed. “You know my situation.”

Mortarian shook his head in denial, then opened his eyes and carefully examined the Lord of Humanity once more.

I've come to see some things more clearly now...

Mortarian spoke softly, and a white mist enveloped the Lord of Man, temporarily creating a hazy atmosphere in the Warp.

This hazy scene was like the Pale Lord recklessly giving the middle finger to all beings in the subspace; there was no other reason why he wanted to do it.

The emperor did not object.

Your power has been diverted, stolen by those of the same origin; your closest allies have plundered your power—and you…acquiesce to it?

“I can’t interfere too much,” the Lord of Humanity said, spreading his hands. “Besides, it seems that the Jester will be of great help to us in the short term.”

The Pale Lord sneered, "[Emperor...Emperor...is it a coincidence or intentional? Completely reversed, is he planning to become the Hanged Man?]"

The Lord of Mankind shook his head.

“I am still saddened by his passing, but you don’t need to keep reminding me of it.”

But you are indeed very weak, it's unbelievable.

Motari settled down briefly and then said,

Are there any other beings or entities who know you're just using someone else's power? The Lord of Humanity? Do the dead know?

The Emperor shook his head, his eyes crinkling as he looked at Mortarian.

"Only you know."

The Lord of Humanity smiled, “As a reward for my children who have voluntarily returned.”

Mortarian's eyes flashed, as if he were rolling them.

This only works on your good kids. Even Guilliman won't be moved by this now. Maybe only Angron will chime in for the sake of the atmosphere.

"You haven't seen Magnus yet," Mortarian continued, "Have you forgotten? Or is it unnecessary? It doesn't matter; I guess your answer is for a longer-term plan."

But in reality, the extended interpretation of this answer is simply "it's unnecessary".

The emperor paused, and the smile on his lips vanished.

"For the sake of a longer-term plan, this is how it is, always will be, and will continue into the future."

The emperor's hand twitched, and he heard the howls of wolves and the cries of eagles. The future, the present... this was the plan.

Motalian looked like he rolled his eyes again.

[Do as you please, but don't reveal this to any other beings...]

Mortarion looked at the Lord of Mankind.

Most of your faith went to atone for your misdeeds ten thousand years ago, but where did the rest go? No need to answer; I know it's for your own plans.

The Pale Lord stopped, lowered his head as if calculating, but finally shook his head.

I can't see clearly.

"I always need to plan ahead,"

The Emperor said, looking thoughtfully at Mortarion, sensing the presence of other Primarchs. "And...it seems I don't need to recall Vulcan from the Webpath?"

Motalian raised his head and looked in the direction of the Ministry of the Interior.

Not needed for now.

The Primarch states, "The Empire need not for the time being wield the power over life."

If he were to take control, the first thing he would do is to awaken Dorn and Guilliman, but Guilliman cannot be exposed, that is a fact.

Mortarion fell silent. Macardo's betrayal... to some extent, also caused the Pale Lord a bit of panic. On another level, the former emperor's break with Macardo... inevitably made the Primarch worry.

What do you think about me giving him the other half of the Void Dragon?

Mortarian suddenly asked,

Can he handle it?

“You can give it a try,” the Emperor said casually. “The sight of him devouring a Void Dragon back then…it shocked me.”

"You're sick," Mortarian said. "I still despise your disrespect for people with a conscience."

“A necessary sacrifice,” the Emperor said, “and I succeeded.”

【…】

This cannot conceal the fact that you are ignorant in this matter, tyrant.

The Pale Lord exhaled a misty breath as if sighing, "I must go find the undead...?"

“That’s your business,” the Emperor said. “The future belongs to you. Macado is right. I should relinquish some power.”

Mortarion fell silent again. The Primarch realized that there was no need to rely on the Lord of Man anymore. The Lord of Man had exhausted too much power and, after Makador's betrayal, had become even more reckless.

He looked down at the emperor.

[I've blocked Makado's view... Don't you need to stand up and move around now?]

The Lord of Mankind smiled wearily.

“No need,” he said. “Sometimes I’m quite moved when Hades tap dances in front of me.”

[Just after walking out of the hall,]

The Primarch said, "He jumped too."

"As expected."

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Hades believed he was certain of one thing—that Neos and Macado were becoming increasingly eccentric.

In response, Hades not only rebuked them mentally, but also began to take concrete actions.

Besides Dian Technology, Hades has also started working on something else—

To consolidate military power.

He wants to seize military power. Old Huang is not doing anything, and Makado is acting crazy, so he might as well take it!

Starting with the deployment of the [Athens Academy], we will first investigate the casting world and scattered mechanical cult forces in various administrative regions of the empire.

Then came the academic war within the Mechanicus, with the Academy of Athens as bait and the Foundry World loyal to it providing the academic debate. The Mechanicus's top-down transformation was progressing rapidly.

After gaining a general understanding of the Mechanicus in various regions, and using the Mechanicus as a springboard, one can then profile the Astral Army, Imperial Navy, and various Legion Chapters stationed in those areas.

The Cult of Mechanics is responsible for the production lines on various planets. Whether it's large machinery on agricultural planets or giant assembly lines on hive planets, the Cult of Mechanics has dedicated guilds responsible for sales and subsequent maintenance.

Even for battle groups that can produce their own equipment, there is no way to fake the acquisition of certain living supplies.

From the data list submitted by the Cult of Mechanics, Hades could clearly see which chapter had lied about how many people they had hidden.

Some well-regarded warbands were temporarily set aside, while those that performed rather poorly... Hades would send Huron to investigate those deemed acceptable after confirmation by the dispatched disguised mechanical sages, and contact warbands in the vicinity to check them out if they were deemed unacceptable.

If they are heretics, they will be wiped out immediately.

Despite his busy schedule, Hades also took the time to meet with representatives of each legion. He suggested that each legion should now begin to review and strengthen the connections between its sub-legions.

The great rebellion of ten thousand years ago has long been forgotten. With Hades determined to expand logistical production and support, and to build a large-scale army to defend against the 40k alien race, the reappearance of the great legion is clearly a foregone conclusion.

Since logistical support can keep up, a battle group with a thousand men receiving supplies once is not as good at allocating resources as a legion with ten thousand men receiving supplies once.

Establish the Academy of Athens to unleash productivity in various regions through information and knowledge, and then, with the help of the Bullet Bow, build more large-scale supply lines to enhance the Empire's ability to respond to apocalyptic wars.

This was a unified operation. While the Emperor and Macardo were engaged in heated debates and bickering over civil administration, Hades had already begun to establish a system that relied less on the Imperial civil service system and used the Mechanicus as its backbone.

As an imperial joke goes, the empire is like a crumbling house; one kick and countless burly men rush out to beat you up. Hades felt that what he was doing now was no longer trying to cram more burly men into the house—

Hades began to carefully reinforce the house.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 629 Sevita

"Sevita?"

Hades, welded to his desk, asked, a stack of files between his fingers. Across from him stood two Space Marines, similar yet distinct in appearance.

A baby bat, a baby raven, one representing the Court of Assassins, the other representing the Court of Judgments.

During Hades' first month back on Terra, both Imperial departments remained relatively quiet, and afterwards, they dutifully submitted a respectable pledge of allegiance.

Now, it seems that after Hades took over most of the power in the empire and everything is on track, the departments that are actually in control behind the scenes are trying to make further contact with Hades.

Hades wasn't in a hurry. Everything has its priorities. What was urgent were the psionicists, the Mechanicus, and the Ministry of the Interior. As for these institutions that were operating normally on a daily basis, Hades put them aside for the time being, gave them a warning, and then loosened the reins.

"Yes,"

The bat, whose eyes still held a hint of white, said, “Lord Hades, please forgive our intrusion, but we have been searching for Lord Sevita’s whereabouts—and therefore wish to inquire whether you know any secrets.”

“Whether you are willing to help us or not,” said the raven with all-black eyes, “the Inquisition and the Assassins’ Court will pledge their loyalty to you.”

Hades raised his eyes, his gaze shifting playfully between the two warriors.

"You're only coming to see me now?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Not in a hurry?"

“Please forgive me,” said Ravenguard Stryker. “As humanity’s last line of defense against other species, we need to uphold our conscience.”

Stryker gave a tense smile.

"But you have given us hope."

Before the raven could continue, a sharp smile appeared on the bat's face, and Karen bared her fangs.

"As for why we are late, Lord Hades, it is because these conservatives did not want us to arrive so early."

"Extremely sharp words,"

Hades flipped through the documents in his hand. “It’s more like the impression your Primarchs gave me… but you have a stronger conscience.”

Bat Karen's smile twitched, while Raven's smile became even more genuine.

“As for Sevita,” Haddiston paused for a moment, recalling the information Mortarian had given him.