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

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If I had to describe it... it would be that it's not very serious.

Although the Son of Hades enjoys an excellent reputation in the Five Hundred Worlds, he is a considerable burden for the management of Ultramarines.

While pondering how to deal with Terra, Calga pressed his finger on the envelope, scanned it, and opened the letter from the Underworld Child.

【My dearest extreme warrior friend:

Having been away for many days, I miss my hometown dearly! Calgar, is the tax collection in the Five Hundred Worlds proceeding normally lately? Has Tyrande been defeated? Have you offered condolences to the Death Guard?

My job is done. Although the process was a bit scary, the result is mostly good. It will be easier to explain to Karas later, and if I'm lucky, I might even be able to argue with him a bit more.

I know you're curious about what happened when I was suddenly carried away by the Death Guard overnight.

Nothing else, I was tasked with finding the father of genetics.

I found it by chance.

It's alive!

Nothing else, just wanted to let you know.

Your Makula people, Buz Bella

On a side note: Seven days from now, Hades will visit Macurag and Calgar. I hope you are ready.

Another side note: Terra is currently unaware of Pluto's return—young man, seize the opportunity!

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The letter ended with a stamp used by the son of Hades to discuss serious matters.

Oh.

Hades is coming to visit Macurag.

Wait a minute?! Who?!

With a loud crash, Calga stood in front of the desk, the chair behind him lying stiffly on the floor.

who? ? ?

And—how many days? Seven days, in seven days?!

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【garden】

One green-skinned... two green-skinned... three... six...

Dark brown blood slowly flowed from the muddy pit. Corpses, swollen corpses, mutilated corpses, still corpses... corpses that were still breathing, corpses that were still alive.

Tiny, continuous bubbles emerged from Vox's mouth as he collapsed in the muddy water.

He was still alive, but he was rotting and swelling.

Consciousness remained, but it faded along with life. Vox listened intently to the distant roars of the Orks, slowly counting each seven, each one providing him with the will to live.

One, two, three... six... seven.

seven……

He slowly recalled the defeated Eldar, how, in their final moments, they had become cowardly, how they had betrayed their allies before Nurgle, turning their backs on them and choosing to flee.

Then they all succumbed to the stagnation and decay that breeds filth.

IV, V...

He remembered the perpetual fog of Barbarossa, the Seventh Company, the Duel Cage… and then the battles… the endless battles.

He's here...

There was a commotion in the distance, the noise rising and falling, piercing his eardrums.

seven……

"Forget about him! Run!!!"

+……+

+And the Spirit Race...+

Motarian said with difficulty, "We can't leave yet...let him go back...go back...to rest..."

Primarch held a gun in one hand, the gun emitting plumes of white smoke, and bent slightly to pull Vox out of the mud with the other.

Mortarion strode forward, his gun blazing as he aimed at Nurgle's Legion. He grabbed Commander Vox's hand and slammed it inward, causing Vox to gag violently.

...He's not dead yet.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Karas struck the sickle three times with his machete, and a cloud of white mist rose up, providing cover for their temporary stop.

Karas glanced at Vox, who was vomiting violently, with a complicated expression.

Back then, he and Vox were just one step apart, and their fates would have been reversed.

Being buried in Nurgle Garden and eating... dirt... is out of the question.

"...My father... ugh... cough cough cough!!!"

Vox struggled to speak,

“I… can still fight for you… there’s no need… to go back…”

Mortalian weighed Vox in his hand. In the distance, the Death Guard's 305th fire support began. The dim, greenish sky was torn apart by a rapid burst of orange-red, and white flowers rose up, their edges outlined by a hazy black.

That was the black stone powder mixed in with the missile.

+Let's go. +

The Primarch stated succinctly, leading the assault force to continue their movement.

+Don't worry...+ Mortalian glanced at Vox, +He's back, Vox...Go back...+

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 600 The Emperor is Above!

A white rainbow stretched across the sky, and around the neutron star, which shimmered with blue and white light, a well-organized fleet hovered, activating... Three... The ships began to blur... Two... One!

In the void, a blinding white dot appeared where the ship had been! The next moment, it vanished into the vast starry sky.

Next stop, Makula!

Hahaha, Macurag, Hades is here!!!

The unforgettable longing from ten thousand years ago, ten thousand years later—unfortunately, he still cannot return to Barbaros—but Makurag, he has arrived!

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"Too brief."

Calgary clenched his fist. He was wearing a sophisticated power armor, the azure armor reflecting the azure sky dotted with white clouds.

Garen, the second company commander beside him, remained cautiously silent. After Sicarius entered the warp and got lost, Garen became the acting second company commander of the Ultramarines.

Before them lay a lethal dose of magnificent decorations, a sight that would suffocate any Death Guardian.

They stood at the entrance to the military square, which was now a blue ocean, shimmering with gold, a flawless sapphire blue.

Before them, a velvet red carpet stretched out from the entrance of the military square, through Heroes' Avenue, and led to the temporary airport. Huge sculptures on both sides of the avenue cast shadows, solemnly awaiting the visitors.

Behind them, the walls of Mount Hera's Crown stand solemnly, and beyond that is the Temple of Repentance—after the parade, they can invite Hades to the Temple of Repentance to learn about the history of Macragge and the Ultramarines.

“No,” Calgar said, almost to himself, “too complicated? Hades doesn’t like decorations.”

"But regardless, if the timeframe given to us by the Underworld Prince is certain,"

Garen looked up at the sky. "We don't have time to make any changes."

Calga fell silent for a while.

"You're right, Garen."

Calgary said he was mentally going through the process quickly: first, identity verification; after that, airspace access would be granted; he would then greet Hades alongside the bishops of the Church of the Underworld from the Five Hundred Worlds; then they would stroll along Hero's Avenue, where the people of Macurag would line the streets and cheer, and arrive at the Military Square for a military parade—the itinerary had already allocated time for Hades to give a speech; and then they would go on a tour…

Perhaps due to the pressure, Calgar looked at Garen.

"I still can't imagine it—Pluto? Pluto? Pluto is coming to Macurag?"

This is like suddenly announcing one day that the Emperor is coming to Macurag.

Galen looked at Calgar, and the second company commander checked the airspace warnings again.

“You should have let Boots explain in more detail… The sons of Hades are still too casual.”

Garen said with some dissatisfaction.

Calga simply shook his head slightly.

"Pluto—the first time Tamagra has appeared in the world, this is definitely some kind of omen—perhaps we should take the Death Guard's big move seriously, it turns out to be Pluto."

"Pluto..."

Calgar said absentmindedly, "Garen remembered the cult bishop telling them that it was best not to call Hades by his name too often, or it would have some negative effects."

Garen wanted to remind Calga, but Calga lowered his voice.

“I always thought this was… Garen. Under the guidance of the Father of Genetics, we rationally look at everything. We all know that the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne, but what about Hades? I have studied the Hades Church’s information in detail. Unfortunately, Hades’ image is not so detailed. It can even be described as… vague.”

"You seem somewhat worried, my lord?"

Calga nodded, then shook his head.

“I only know that Buz wouldn’t lie. I checked the letter—there’s absolutely no way Terra or any other faction could have forged it, but it’s still… too unbelievable.”

Calga remained silent for a moment. At least in all their previous deeds, Booz had been a trustworthy warrior, and it was precisely their tacit trust that had led to their current glory.

Calga shook his head again; the arrangements he had made over the past few days felt like a dream.

“It’s never wrong to be cautious,” said Legion Commander Calga. “At least we can’t commit the sin of contempt before Hades.”

"—He's here."

Garen watched as Calgar's body stiffened.

"I believe our Dark Sect still has far too few members..."

As Calga spoke, he looked up at the sky in disbelief, as if he could feel that slightly suffocating sensation.

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Ah! Macurag! Great Macurag! Beautiful Macurag! Macurag, whom he longed for day and night! This glorious being in the galaxy!

Even a fleeting glimpse while it was anchored on a planetary journey was enough to be breathtaking.

Hades gazed curiously out the window at the azure and emerald green planet. He saw towering city-states visible even from high above, and thriving towns—all signs of what made Macraggh so unique.

He then boarded the shuttle and began his descent.

After a silent jolt, Hades was in a daze. Had Barbarus, ten thousand years later, also become as beautiful as Macragge? Or would she have an even more exotic beauty than Macragge?

However, no matter what, Terra could not possibly be that beautiful.

"It was quite a grand affair."

Boots pulled his face away from the window and looked thoughtfully at the welcoming procession that stretched across the ground.

"I thought Calgary couldn't afford to bring in so many people."

Hades silently swallowed the words he instinctively wanted to tell Boots not to underestimate the Ultra Warriors, and then he spoke.

"Did you use some tricks in your report to him?"

Booth nodded as a matter of course.

“I wrote it rather casually, but the decision is actually his. If he tries to be discreet with you because of my choice of words, that is perfectly reasonable.”

"Let the Ultramarines decide for themselves whether or not to join us?"

Hades raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Buz nodded. “After all, in such a large place as Macurag, it’s inevitable that the Inquisition and the Assassin’s Court would have spies planted there. It seems they have chosen to stand with us.”

The first appearance of Hades was in Macurag, which has extraordinary political significance.

Booz chuckled inwardly. This was partly his own selfish wish: that the Death Guard wouldn't care about these details.