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

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"What does the God-Emperor look like? Is he a skeleton?"

These words startled Blake. He glanced at Barry again, wondering if he should give Tian Shi another punch to dramatically improve his sleep quality.

The father of genetics' words were too bold; thankfully, Hades only said them to him.

If the State Church and the Inquisition heard this...

“No,” Blake shook his head violently, “it’s just like in the portrait, Father.”

Rumors circulated within the empire that the Underworld Children possessed extremely bold and rebellious ideas.

Blake thought what they usually heard was enough for the Inquisition to issue an extermination order against them, but he didn't expect their genetic father to be even more...

heresy?

But if current thinking judges the greatest deity in a religion as heretic—then who is the heretic?

Blake believed he had grasped the crux of the problem.

He did not reveal his immature and naive thoughts, lest Hades think that his ideological development was insufficient.

Blake decided to stay by Pluto's side and use practice and experience to judge whether his views were correct, just as his brothers in the Chapter had taught him.

On the other hand, Hades was amused. It sounded like the Emperor was in good condition and about to wake up—didn't that mean the Emperor was now looking like a human being?

Why is the emperor asleep?

Hades asked, and Black answered him truthfully, "Right after you disappeared, the Imperial Guard declared that the God-Emperor's divine power was exhausted and needed to be restored."

Hades deduced that Neos must have fought Chaos during the Great Rebellion.

Hades thought that as long as he stayed in this star system long enough, he would immediately return to Terra and try to wake Neos by crying.

Then Blake briefed Hades on the recent developments of the Seventh Legion's Imperial Fist and the Eighth Legion's Midnight Lords.

This time, Dorn didn't disappear; instead, he was placed in a static field, which Hades didn't seem to have much of a reaction to.

The timeline is completely different now; at least Dorn didn't lose his hand this time, and there's hope for him to be awakened.

The Midnight Lords slowly rebuilt themselves and maintained close ties with the Assassin's Court and the Inquisition.

...It's a good match for my major, Hades thought.

"continue."

"The Tenth Legion, the Steel Hand, their Primarch is missing, and the Sons of Hades have a good relationship with the Steel Hand—because one of the Chapter Masters, Booz Bella, helped the Steel Hand defeat the Sapphire..."

Hades turned his head and looked at Black.

"What about the Ninth Legion? The Holy Blood Angels?"

He then saw the confused look in Blake's eyes.

"The Ninth Legion? Father? There is no Ninth Legion."

Thumb—thump—thump—

"No Ninth Legion?" Hades said, emphasizing each word, his gaze piercing through the darkness. "You don't know the Blood Angels, and their Primarch Saint Gilles?"

The Blood Angels have been stripped of their titles?

Under Hades's gaze, Blake visibly panicked and began to recall.

But in the end, he firmly shook his head.

“Father, I have never heard of this legion—but I do know that the Ascension Day of Saint Gilles was once a legend in the Sun Star Region.”

What holiday is that?

Hades asked hurriedly,

"It is said that the festival was established by the Pope in an attempt to awaken the Holy Emperor."

Blake said, "Apart from that, I haven't really heard of the Blood Angels or Saint Gilles—perhaps some elders in the Mother Death Guard would know the information you're looking for."

Hades was drenched in sweat.

Has the Blood Angels been removed from the list?

The archangel betrayed us?

Hades swallowed hard. "Do you know what happened during the Great Rebellion, Black?"

Blake nodded. "Pluto, all I know is that Lord Mortalian, together with Lord Guilliman and Lord Angron, formed the Second Empire, but other rumors have circulated within the chapter as well."

"It is said that three legions established a second divine kingdom in the dark side of the empire back then."

Hades quickly recalled the legion in the Extreme Starfield back then... Saint Gilles was indeed among them.

Add to that Ascension Day of Saint Gillespie... it doesn't sound like a good holiday.

Could the feast established by the Pope to awaken the Holy Emperor be Saint Gillespie? Is Saint Gillespie the Pope?

But given Saint Gilles' character—would he really do that?

Moreover, expulsion, expulsion... Besides the Second Legion and the Eleventh Legion, the legions that were expelled also included the Iron Warriors and the Thousand Sons, but why were the Holy Blood Angels also expelled...?

Could it be related to chaos?

The hand that lit the cigarette trembled slightly.

Hades realized that the galaxy he knew was probably very different from the one he remembered.

Hades paused for a moment, trying to calm himself down, then gestured for Blake to continue.

"The Twelfth Legion's World Eaters, Primarch Lord Angron, has gone missing."

"The Primarch Robert Guilliman, a warrior of the Thirteenth Legion, has passed away."

"Died of illness?!?!"

Hades suddenly stood up, his shout tearing through the night, even startling the campfire.

Blake instinctively leaned back, but Hades was in front of him almost instantly, gripping Blake's shoulder armor with both hands and staring intently into his eyes.

"Wait—Killiman passed away? Passed away?!"

Hades exclaimed excitedly, instinctively shaking Black, "Did Guilliman get infected by Nurgle's plague? Or was he fighting a rogue Primarch? Or, or—"

Hades gritted his teeth,

"Could it be that he...could it be that he fought with Mortarian?"

"No—Master—No—"

Black quickly added, “Externally, the Ultramarines claim that their father died from the exhaustion and overwork of two thousand years of official duties. Three years before Lord Guilliman’s death, the Primarch fought a fierce battle, which left him with a chronic illness.”

"Who did you fight?!"

Blake shook his head. "I don't know, but I do know that day was the Ascension Day of Saint Gillespie."

Was he beaten by Saint Gilles?

Guilliman and Sanguis got into a fight?

Hades felt a scream run through his mind, but he grasped the other key words.

"Wait, to the outside world?!"

"What are the Ultramarines called internally?!"

Blake gritted his teeth and spoke quickly; Hades could hear the anger in his voice.

"Lord Hades, back then, the Vincent family of the Inquisition, together with the High Lord Council, collectively impeached Lord Guilliman. During the impeachment hearing, they presented what appeared to be a mimicry of Lord Guilliman and Lord Yoton's Abomination Intelligence."

Hades stopped shaking Blake, who watched his father cautiously. Though reluctant to admit it, Hades seemed to have completely lost his mind.

He was like a statue, his face ashen.

Only his eyes burned with a kind of emotion that terrified him.

"Impeach."

Hades said, enunciating each word clearly.

"They slandered and impeached Killeman when he was seriously injured and had worked for two thousand years?"

"They, the High Lords, are impeaching Guilliman?"

Blake nodded. "After that, Lord Guilliman massacred the Terra high command, then returned to Macurag and died of illness."

The son of Hades instinctively shrank back, and darkness suddenly enveloped him, surrounding Hades like an endless, churning sea of ​​darkness, its waters surging and threatening to engulf everything in sight.

The darkness churned, and Blake saw the darkness surging around Hades, which once again completely enveloped him.

"Did Mortalian—no, the Primarch who was still awake at the time—ave avenge Guilliman?"

Blake held his breath. He sensed danger. Hades was now teetering on the brink of spiraling out of control... So the rumors that Hades and the Lord of Macragge had a good relationship were true.

"The Lord of Death was slumbering in the Warp at the time—and Lord Guilliman was the last Primarch to leave the Imperium."

In other words, Guilliman was assassinated by the High Lords while he was extremely exhausted and completely unaware of what was happening.

Moreover, after his "death" (Hades was unwilling to think about whether Robert had really died of illness or had taken the opportunity to escape), not even the Primarch came forward to seek justice for him.

Killieman, passed away?

The High Lords impeached Robert Killian?

Hades felt the butcher's nails inside him ringing.

Anger, boundless rage and bewilderment, disbelief, no, how could Robert fall under the siege of mortals, no... damn it... no!

How could Robert Guilliman, so adept at politics, fall to the siege of mere mortals!

He doesn't believe it! He just can't believe it!

Damn it—High Lord—

Hades' ears were ringing, and he was almost trembling. He was in disbelief, extremely panicked, and extremely angry—he had never been so disheveled when facing chaos before.

Hades slowly released his hand from Blake's shoulder, and Blake heard a barely audible "Excuse me, I'm sorry."

Then, Hades stiffly turned around and, step by step, disappeared into the boundless darkness.

Once Hades' figure had completely disappeared, Blake took a deep breath. The immense pressure from the Father of Genetics made him feel as if he were already dead, even though the anger wasn't directed at him.

He was panting, almost cheering for his survival. The campfire had gone out sometime earlier, leaving only ashes and drifting smoke.

As if sensing something, Blake turned his head and looked in a direction in the distance—

His icy blue pupils reflected the azure lightning that nearly tore the entire world apart.

A violent lightning bolt rose, carrying a resolute and ruthless intent to incinerate everything, but for some reason, a touch of sorrow flickered in Blake's heart when he thought of his father.

During the years after his passing, his dearest friend from those years died suddenly.

"Fuck you—Aa ...

The roar of an ancient ferocious beast rose from afar and lingered for a long time.

Yay, that's all! Goodnight!

Chapter 556 Listening to History by the Tall Fire

Smoke and dust rose, carrying a fishy stench.

In the scorched earth, Hades sat dejectedly on a corpse of an insect, one hand covering his eyes.

Calm down...be calm...

—How can an empire be managed when surrounded by a bunch of insects!

No, those high lords from back then are all dead, and those who have taken office now may well be virtuous ministers.

Mortals are attacking Primarchs in politics! How dare they!

Even Killieman.

Guilliman is the only Primarch who puts the greater good into practice and understands how to show compassion for mortals!

They actually impeached the Primarch who treated mortals the best?!

Who gave them the audacity?!

Deep breath...deep breath...Hades exhaled a breath of stale air, forcibly suppressing the churning emotions and questions within him.