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

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GW has released female imperial guards.

The source is Codex, the 10th edition of the Forbidden Army.

Previously, the Imperial Guard was supposed to be male only, because when describing the Imperial Guard, GW used the word "sons," and the Imperial Guard was usually paired with the Silent Sisters.

T_T I don't know what to say. I hope that some of the underlying settings won't be erased before I finish this book...

The last update to the Necropolis was ridiculous; Vashtor could now manipulate necromancy technology...

...The more I read, the more outrageous it seems...This worldview is not meant to have a happy ending at all...But this book is definitely going to have a happy ending.

Chapter 608 A Little Regret

"..."

Booz remained silent, his eyes downcast, while Hades, standing before him, held a list and frowned as he looked down at it.

Hades looked down, and down again, and down again...

"You're going to kill so many?"

Hades suddenly asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Those hereditary nobles are too prolific,” Buzz said calmly, “leading to a bloated bureaucracy in Terra.”

Hades paused for a moment, then said, "So, the empty seats... should we let the Ultramarines fill them?"

“That’s exactly what I meant,” Buzz said. “I think our cousins ​​will love this job; they’re naturally fond of politics, especially meetings.”

Booz raised his hand and sent Hades the paper "Why Ultramarines are suitable for working on Terra".

Hades looked up, and the two exchanged a knowing glance, their understanding unspoken.

"...If only Killieman were still here."

Hades said slowly,

"Since he's not dead...we could try to make a big fuss about finding Robert Guilliman after we've questioned the Ultramarines—and recruit other administrative talent, like those Ultramarines stationed abroad."

As Hades spoke, he suddenly felt as if he were being stared at. He remained calm and expanded his black domain, but found nothing.

...It could also be an illusion.

At least in Hades's memory, Guilliman was not a Primarch who would willingly abandon his duties and leave... At least as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Guilliman would not give up.

After all, they are among the few Primarchs who still hold onto hope.

Hades pondered for a moment,

"Kirkland just informed me that Mars has sent an academic discussion request to the Faos fleet—not to me, but to compete with Kirkland and his group for the academic sanctuary."

Simply put, it's a contest to see who is Hades' chosen one.

“I don’t really want to agree, after all, Faosgrei has helped me too much, but I see Kirkland and the others are eager to try.”

Hades continued, recalling the exhilaration of uploading data to Kirkland, a war machine resembling a Titan.

He doesn't like to pour cold water on things.

Hades put down the documents in his hand.

"So I agreed, but on the condition that the conflict be kept small and that the war be kept within the scale of a continental plate. The Martians agreed as well."

“Those geeks do need an opportunity to vent their energy,” Buzz said. “Otherwise, we’ll see countless sages trying to intervene in the next Terra coup in their private capacity.”

But over in Terra...

Hades remained silent.

“There’s no news from Terra. Two days ago, all of Terra’s contact with the outside world was cut off,” he said succinctly. “I received a pledge of allegiance from a merchant fleet outside the Sun Star Region, but it wasn’t from the current head of the merchant fleet—it was from a deputy head.”

“They’re just opportunists,” Buz commented. “We can let the sages sell them more benefits…and they’ll back down quickly.”

“I’m not worried about that,” the bell rang, signaling the end of this short slingshot launch. Hopefully, the landing error would be minimal this time.

Hades stood up. “The merchant fleet is too weak. We are going to pay homage by force this time… I am more concerned about the movements of the Imperial Navy and the Astral Army… and the psykers.”

“But on the bright side,” Hades’ tone softened, the lights inside the ship turned crimson, and the final landing began.

"Since the Emperor has ordered the Imperial Guard to protect Nirvana, he will probably have them stop those crazy psychics."

With the Emperor in charge, Terra won't be too chaotic.

Hades thought to himself, and strode out of the office. Because of the bullet-shaped bow, they didn't need to take the subspace passage through Pluto or Uranus, and therefore didn't need the navigators' approval.

However, as a warning, they have already sent a landing notification toward the solar system—they will randomly land at a point in the solar system.

Hades walked into the command room, where starlight dappled the floor through the porthole, and he looked forward to the feeling of sunlight shining on him.

Seven minutes later, a fleet suddenly appeared in the sky above Terra.

It landed perfectly, just right, and at the opportune moment among the fleeing ships.

“Wait a minute,” Hades said, glancing down at Buz’s purging list, his mind racing with the radio frequencies of nearby ships. “We’re in trouble—looks like we need to clear out the deserters first?”

“No,” Hades added, “capture them first, gather information, and then kill them. Contact the Imperial Navy, the Astral Army, and the Imperial Fist immediately.”

Unfortunately, he still oversimplified things.

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"Archbishop, is that person about to arrive?"

In the dimly lit chapel, the head of the Interior Ministry forced a smile, lowered his hands in prayer, and looked at Archbishop Samuel of the Church of the Underworld.

The old man in the solemn black robe gave a forced smile. Samuel's bald head gleamed in the darkness. He stomped his feet, step by step, deliberately standing next to the anxiously waiting high lord.

Compared to the head of the Ministry of the Interior, the Astral Army commander in the dark room was much calmer. The middle-aged man sat on the bench with his eyes closed, silently reciting a prayer.

The Imperial Navy's Admiral Zhigao is not here; he has gone to the State Cathedral for refuge.

Samuel looked up at the Hades statue in front of him—he didn't believe Hades would come, but since he had, it couldn't hurt.

As for whether Hades should kill him or reward him, Samuel didn't care; it wasn't his business.

As long as the Cathedral of the Underworld is not breached by the crazed psionicists, that's fine. Also, keep these clueless high lords in line. Hades has already given the order that he wants to meet with the high lords.

“Wait,” Samuel said. “Who do you think you are? Hades has to go see the King of Gods first, you hear me…”

He paused for a moment, deliberately.

"Is the sound of cannons outside a little quieter? Those idiots from the State Church have definitely gone back."

"You're not..." the Minister of the Interior paused, "aren't you going to greet Hades?"

“If Hades did not issue such an order, we, as believers, will naturally follow the gods and not go.”

He was killed, but the Cathedral of the Underworld must be defended and not allowed to be occupied by these psionic insects, otherwise what kind of order would that be?

At least it is clearly stated in the doctrine that the Cathedral of the Church of the Underworld is sacred and inviolable.

Hades, however, was not described in that way.

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Psychic... This is... Tzeentch's... No... Slaanesh?

It looks like it, but it doesn't look like it either...

...yet it still feels familiar.

Crimson blood flowed down his black helmet boots, which clattered on the deck of the refugees. Hades emerged from the dark cabin and looked up at the dimly lit Terra before him.

Ten thousand years have passed... Terra remains exactly the same.

It pales in comparison to Macurag, which I just visited.

Hades has received a message from Terra; the warriors of the Imperial Fist have informed him that the airspace is now open.

There's some minor unrest on Terra right now. According to the Imperial Fist, different factions are fighting, and it's suspected that Chaos and Eldar are behind it. But because the situation is so chaotic, the Imperial Fist haven't figured out the current situation yet and can only work with the Terran garrison to stabilize Terra's defenses.

...As expected.

First, go to the palace and meet the Imperial Guards and the Emperor before proceeding to the next step.

Hades thought that as Hades slowly devoured the remaining psionic energy on the ship, he could also take the opportunity to eliminate a wave of enemies upon landing.

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boom! boom! boom!

Looking out from the towering hall of the Ministry of the Interior, a gust of wind swept through the hall, flames danced, and paper scraps accumulated over thousands of years turned to ashes.

Amidst raging flames, the frail clerks launched an attack on the Imperial Guards who had stormed into the Ministry of the Interior to salvage documents from the fire, brandishing their paper cutters.

The Guardian's spear swept across the flesh and blood of mortals, and the golden figure rushed straight into the depths of the flames, but in the space distorted by the heat, the figures of Lan Yu and the Spirit Clan were faintly visible.

The flames stirred up the contemplation and weariness accumulated over millennia among the documents, igniting a frenzy of revelry.

Above Terra, the other forces had already withdrawn from this strange area and gathered elsewhere.

High atop the Himalayan ridge, soaring black Gothic buildings reached into the clouds, and the distant chimes of the Cathedral of the Underworld echoed, each sound a mournful lament, each echo sending shockwaves through the subspace.

With each cry, a member of the psychic community gathered around the Cathedral of the Underworld fell, blood gushing from their seven orifices, collapsing into the snow, bursting into a white flower on the bright snow. (*)

Arrows ripped through the air as the Soulless Ones and the Underworld Guards took cover and silently unleashed a hail of bullets at the enraged group.

Those psionicists who attacked them had gone completely mad—they were blinded by the stories of a thousand years ago, and they knew they were blasphemous and could not possibly gain Hades' forgiveness, so they chose to fight directly.

The real Star Speakers went into hiding, and the regular forces of the three psychic departments did not directly show up. Some fled, while others infiltrated the mob of psychic troops and attacked the Cult of the Underworld.

The high lords, on the other hand, were timid.

Below the mountain ridge, smoke also rose from countless nests, and the gangs and beings lurking in the shadows were stirred out by the noise: Gene Thieves, Thunder Warriors, Dark Eldar... But compared to the war that had broken out in the Ministry of the Interior, it was still just a small skirmish.

A red dot lit up on the radar array, granting access. The missile silos ceased tracking, and the roar of the Thunderhawks swept across the sky above Terra.

It was much better than he had imagined.

The air currents over the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau caused the shuttle to bounce. Hades huddled in the cargo hold, looking out of the cabin—he remembered his first visit to Terra, when Makado had received him.

It's a pity... that the old friend is no longer here.

He watched the smoke rising from the densely packed nests of Terra, which resembled anthills. Terra ten thousand years later was even more crowded and chaotic. Hades could sense the distribution of four chaotic faiths with just a simple probe using the Dark Domain—perhaps this place had become too much of a nest.

The only problem might be the Ministry of the Interior. Hades was huddled by the porthole, looking toward where the fire was gathering, but he heard that the Imperial Guard had already gone to put out the fire—and that they had not asked Hades for help.

Bumpy ride! Then the engine gradually shut off, and they stopped on a platform in front of an exit of the palace. Hades saw a sparse, obviously hastily assembled welcoming procession of the State Religious God Emperor, along with a member of the Imperial Guard.

Hades frowned at the simple welcoming ceremony; why couldn't he see the Underworld Cult's procession?

But...maybe this is for the best.

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The Golden Throne

The morning light shimmered quietly, more dazzling than diamonds dripping onto blades of grass at dawn.

"..."

"..."

"You're not leaving?"

Neos silently looked at Macado, who was silently sipping tea in front of him.

But at this moment, he was no longer the "Emperor." All his jewels were put away, a somber cloak concealed their brilliance, his scepter was put away, his crown fell, and wrinkles appeared on his face.

He does resemble the one who held the seal back then.

"Don't go."

"Or you can leave," Makado said calmly.

"I can't stand up."

The emperor said, "You don't want to go and welcome him?"

“I wanted to go and welcome him,” Macado said, taking another sip of tea. “But he wouldn’t welcome me—or you could go and experience his enthusiasm up close; he still has a poor sense of self-control.”

"I don't understand."

The Emperor said,

“I think you can keep it from him, Macado, why don’t you go?”