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

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"Then I was shaken up and made to work."

"It's not easy for you either."

Hades raises his glass, Buzz raises his glass, cheers!

Buz also sighed deeply.

"My hometown, Makula, is still the best."

Hades sighed, "I'd like to go back to Barbaros now... I wonder how Barbaros is doing now."

"Barbarus will welcome you, and so will Macurag."

"But I suggest you go to Makulagra first," Buz said.

"how to say?"

“The main Death Guard force is currently in warp space,” Booz said, grabbing a snack as well. As they chatted, Pluto was almost clearing the table.

“If you return to Storm Starfield now, you will most likely not receive strong support. What you need now is military power.”

"..." Hades said quietly, "It seems that Mortarion has finally let go of his prejudice against the Ultramarines."

According to Booz, he was confident that the Ultramarines would help Hades—this was certainly not based on the help of the Cult of the Dead, otherwise why wouldn't Booz just send Hades to Terra directly?

First, we need to seize military power.

After seizing military power, then advance—!

cough cough.

Hades could probably guess why the Ultramarines were willing to help him...

"The Ultramarines and Terra have always been at odds?"

“The Death Guard and the Ultramarines should be on good terms,” Buz said smoothly, “but after Lord Guilliman left, the Thirteenth Legion really didn’t want to have too much involvement with the Solar System.”

Hades paused in his drink, his voice lowering.

Is Robert Killieman still alive?

"The Ultramarines have announced that their genetic father has passed away."

"But the real truth...only Lord Mortarion knows," Buz said.

"Motalian? Even the Death Guard doesn't know?"

Hades asked, staring at the Makuragi pancakes with smiley faces drawn on them on the coffee table.

Booz shook his head.

"The Primarchs... perhaps only they themselves know the truth about the Primarchs."

A moment of silence fell, with only the faint sounds of the underworld beings outside the room drifting in.

"That means he's not dead."

Hades said with certainty, stroking the wine glass in his hand. He recalled the potion that Mortarian had given him years ago—unfortunately, it seemed that the remaining dose of that potion was taken by Tarasin, and Guilliman was most likely in a state of suspended animation, or simply went off to enjoy himself.

Hades recalled the events leading up to Guilliman's "fake death"... the High Lords... Terra...

Although Hades was unwilling to believe that the High Lords and their ilk were so foolish, if he wanted to go to Terra, he needed an army that could threaten Terra's position.

Terra and Hades are must-sees.

No matter what, he had to go see Neos.

"What's your take on the Ultramarines side?"

Boots smiled confidently.

“My father, I am a Macraggean, and I had a good relationship with them when I was in power… The Ultramarines welcome the sons of Hades.”

Hades waved his hand.

“There’s no one else here,” Hades said. “2… Buz, you could perhaps be more direct. Older people sometimes can’t keep up with your thinking.”

He could deduce what Buz was thinking, but Hades decided to make things easier for both of them—he couldn't simply deny Buz's intentions.

Buz coughed awkwardly twice. Hades looked at Buz, while the Demon Child remained calm, truly a political creature.

"I indirectly approved the autonomy and independence of the Ultramarines' 500 worlds, as well as the Death Guard's—except for Karas, that...ungrateful veteran fighter. The Ultramarines owe me a huge favor."

"After that, the Death Guard and Lord Mortalian also helped the Ultramarines to some extent."

“Moreover,” Booz emphasized, “the Ultramarines are still extremely dissatisfied with Terra—Terra’s rule has become corrupt again in the last thousand years.”

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, isn't that right?

Hades pondered,

"I'm not sure how Terra will treat me. What if the people of Terra line up to welcome me? Won't the Ultramarines have any objections?"

Buz paused for a moment, then said somewhat cautiously,

“You…may overestimate the Highlords,” Buzz said. “Besides, the Ultramarines are not unreasonable. Their current Chapter Master, Marius Calgar, is indeed a benevolent man, and they are not driven by hatred.”

"You mean they're willing to help me out?"

They would be more than happy to do so.

Buzz continued, saying that he dipped his finger in the liquor and drew a line on the table.

First, there's the Five Hundred Worlds in the upper right corner, then Faos in the middle, and finally the World Devourer in the lower left corner.

"The five hundred worlds within the Limitless Territory are all approaching Faos at the same time. We can go to Faos to replenish our forces, and then the World Eater's homeworld, which is close to Faos. Although the World Eater's forces are not near Nukeria, there is a garrison there."

"This is the fastest route to acquire a large number of troops when you are unable to travel through the warp."

Hades was clearly also thinking about it, and he looked at Buz's plan with great interest.

“Kirkland did talk to me about this. I can only get around with the bullet-measuring bow for now—luckily there’s a bullet-measuring bow that’s about to be completed in this area.”

For bullet bows, the longer the range, the lower the accuracy.

After calculating the probability, Hades should try to use the two closest bullet bows possible.

On the route mentioned by Booz, the Ultra Warriors, Faos, and the World Eaters are all forces that have deployed a large number of bullets and are highly likely to unconditionally support Hades.

“Wait,” Hades said, “the main force of the World Eaters isn’t in Nuthria, so where are they?”

"Barr."

Booz said, putting down his glass, “The remaining sons of the archangels were incorporated into the World Eaters, who have long been stationed near Baal… to suppress them.”

"...Suppressing the archangel?"

Booz nodded.

“Although there has never been any unusual activity on Baal, the World Eaters never leave easily—this must be a direct order from their Primarch.”

“The specifics,” Buz took a sip of his drink, “I don’t know either—but I deduce that Lord Guilliman, who was last seen with Lord Anglon, will know what really happened.”

...Anomalies occurred in Sanguillés, and Angron personally suppressed it. The only person who knew the details of this matter was the former Imperial Regent Guilliman, who then faked his death. To find Guilliman, one must find Mortarion.

Hades read it in a low voice.

“Saint-Gilles…Angron…Killiman…Motta…”

It's connected!

As if knowing what Hades was thinking, Buzz spoke up.

“You don’t need to worry. Based on my understanding of the Death Guard… if Lord Mortalian escapes, he will come to you personally as soon as possible.”

Hades pondered for a moment, and realized it was true.

Just like when he woke up, the first thing he would do was to talk to the Death Guard and Mortalian, and Mortalian would definitely come over and have a chat with him.

The wine in the glass bubbled.

“I got a general idea of ​​the situation in Saint Gilles from Kirkland.”

Hades took another sip of his drink; pairing this drink with this pastry was an insult to the pastry.

"Being corrupted by faith... Because of the legend of the black and golden angels on Baal, Saint Gilles himself did not show any abnormalities before the Feast of Ascension."

"But after Ascension Day, will Saint Gilles be under the rule of the Black Angels?"

Booz nodded.

"The archangels also took on some of the impurities of the state religion, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, to ensure the purity of the Lord of Mankind—the subsequent handling of these impurities was undertaken by the Hades Church."

initiative……

Hades nodded thoughtfully.

"Give me a break... at least I'm less likely to lose control."

Buz stared at Hades, then sat up straight.

“Father of the Underworld,” he said solemnly, “how are you now?”

Hades picked up something that looked like a Boston pie and ate it.

“So-so,” Hades said. “I’ll rely on the Burners for energy for now.”

He picked up the small star from his waist and showed it to Buz.

"Simply put, I need a massive amount of energy to power my Star God part—if I try to power it rashly, I might lose control."

"Don't worry about this part for now, I'll leave it to Kirkland. Solve my energy intake problem first, and the probability of me losing control will be low."

Hades sent the proposal he had discussed with Kirkland to Buzz, who blinked, indicating that he understood.

"The path to godhood in the physical world?"

Buz asked meaningfully, and Hades smiled.

"You're telling me... wasn't Mortalian also behaving extremely strangely later on?"

"Yes."

“As expected…” Hades said, “Those who easily gain power will always suffer a backlash…”

Now almost everyone is reminding Hades that Mortalian is becoming increasingly abstract. Hades is curious just how abstract Mortalian can become.

But it seems that if he's in a rush, he can't go to Barbarossa first.

Hades' current strategy is to go to the Extreme Starfield, gain the support of two legions, accumulate enough troops, make a show of force, and then directly enter Terra!

Meanwhile, he needs to wait for the Death Guard to come to him.

The key point of the plan was actually to enter Terra. Hades was certain that he needed to see the Lord of Man first—given his appearance, the Emperor could not directly appear to him in a dream.

And let's see if the current human empire needs Hades to descend from the heavens.

Hades has absolutely no discriminatory attitude. If the human empire were to prosper, he would most likely just find a place to relax and enjoy a rural retreat.

But it seems... even if it's just Tyrannosaurus, the human empire will face a calamity.

"So, shall we stay in the Octarius region for a while, and then head to Macrag?"

Hades blinked, staring at the coffee table laden with pastries in the Macurac style, or perhaps other world styles.

The only thing missing from this list is Barbalus' pastries—because, apart from the wine in his hand, Barbalus doesn't offer any desserts at all.

5.2k words, great, that's it!

Chapter 596 A Low-Level Longzhong Strategy

"It will take about a month to wipe out the remaining alien races in the Octarius star system."

The soft light shone dimly into the private room, where conversations could be heard. Outside, however, chaos reigned, with blood and broken bones flying everywhere.

"Then we went straight to Macurag."

Ancient Roman floral patterns were etched onto the black armor, shimmering with gold as the wearer moved.

Buz dipped his fingertip in the wine and tapped it lightly on the table, creating a small dent.

"Although I don't have much contact with Calga, he's a Ultra Warrior who has to repay this favor."

Hades remained silent, raised his glass, and slowly sipped his wine.

It tastes awful.