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Hades scratched his head in confusion. According to Makado, it seemed that this time the World Eater had found Angron before the Empire had—had his earlier warning come true?

If the World Eater found Angron first, the Primarch probably wouldn't have reached the extreme level depicted in the original story, right?

But if Angron is tormented by the Butcher's Nails to the point of wishing for death, and leaves the Legion to seek a place of death...

This has nothing to do with how extreme the Primarch is; it simply depends on how much Angronn is tortured by the nails.

Hades took a deep breath.

He could only speculate, and he wouldn't draw any conclusions until he had concrete information.

The inexplicable screams in his ears disappeared, and there was a knock on the door. Hades stood up, activated the Black Stone Aura, and darkness enveloped him.

Outside, fully armed Hera opened the door.

"We have successfully arrived at our destination, Lord Hades."

Hades sighed.

"You don't have to call me that, kid."

Little Herrera paused, then hugged the heavy bomb gun to her chest.

“Please watch your words… As you wish, Hades… brother.”

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Chapter 338 The Legion Left Behind

Terra has sent someone extraordinary.

The Master of the Order of Silence—what is that? Is he a figure similar to the Imperial Guard?

Kahn stood silently, his wary gaze beneath his helmet fixed on the newcomer standing before him.

Dim.

The Devourers linger on the fringes of the Legion, and according to rumors, they are perhaps the last and least known of them.

Kahn spoke cautiously.

"Good day, sir. I am Kahn, the company commander of the Eighth Company of the World Eaters. May I ask what brings you to the Twelfth Legion?"

The darkness watched him intently. Slowly, the newcomer spoke, his voice low and deliberate.

“You may call me Hades. I have come here to...see your Legion Commander. The Lord of Mankind has not given up on healing your Primarchs.”

Their auras were nowhere to hide from Hades. When Hades expressed his desire to see Angron, Kahn and the other World Eaters clearly exuded unease and anxiety. However, when he added the next sentence, "a false lie," the World Eaters' anxiety seemed to dissipate.

Hades? The name seemed vaguely familiar; Kahn was certain he had heard it before… but it quickly faded from his memory.

This is not Kahn's fault. Tech sergeants have always been marginalized in the Legion, even though the World Eaters' Tech sergeants indirectly helped the Legion find the Primarch—they were still marginalized.

Beneath his helmet, Kahn took a shallow breath. He opened his mouth, but the sudden surge of hope left him somewhat bewildered.

But this could be just empty talk. Kahn still couldn't be sure. Company Commander Rock had left and was now the leader of the entire World Eater. Kahn couldn't act rashly.

He bowed.

"Thank you for your concern, Lord of Mankind. Thank you, my lord, but our Primarch is currently commanding operations in another war zone and may not be able to meet you in time."

Hades silently crossed out the possibility that Angron might have gone mad or become unconscious due to Butcher's Sting.

Hades changed his tone to serious and slightly anxious, and took a small step forward.

“Kahn, would you mind telling me the location of the Legion Commander of Angron? I’ve seen his surgical report, and any further delay would be very disadvantageous for him. I need to leave immediately. If the situation becomes urgent, the Silent Order is willing to lend a hand to the Twelfth Legion.”

Hades was actually pessimistic about his ability to remove the nails from Angron—but he was speaking to Kahn, who was clearly wary of the World Eaters.

Hades thought of the Imperial Guard and Macado, who were unwelcome wherever they went.

Kahn paused for a moment, reassessing Hades and his group's intentions. Finally, the company commander of the Eighth Company spoke.

"My lord, the warp in this sector is not very stable. We are temporarily unable to contact the Legion Commander, but the Legion's Star Speakers are still trying. We believe we will be able to contact my father soon."

Hades has now confirmed it.

Kahn didn't consider himself good at diplomacy. He began to miss the company commander Rock who had disappeared into the sector, or his Wordsman friend Angeltai, either of whom would have been more suited to stand here than Kahn.

Unexpectedly, the darkness began to recede.

Kahn blinked in surprise. The darkness surrounding Hades disappeared, and he saw a calm face that seemed to carry a hint of pity, but the grotesque mechanical parts on his left cheek made Hades look terrifying.

A calm voice rang out.

"How long has it been since you last contacted Angron? Two years, or longer? Kahn, I'm here to try to help the Twelfth Legion, but if you keep avoiding the main issues, then I think I can do something else you don't want to see."

Kahn's breath hitched for a moment, but he quickly spoke, his voice still firm.

"Two years and seventy days. I'm sorry, my lord, I was overthinking it. Our Primarch was caught up in a local ritual during an operation with the think tank, and then they lost contact. But we are certain that Father is still alive. His armor sent us signals that he was still alive."

"And think tanks?"

"Yes,"

Kahn recounted everything in detail.

"We discovered a civilization on a planet that appears to possess the technology to remove... Butcher's Nails, but their psionic technology is highly advanced. So the Legion Commander led the think tanks ahead, while the rest of the Legion's companies were still on missions elsewhere."

Didn't you choose to leave?

Hades pondered, unable to deduce Angron's condition from Kahn's words, he spoke.

"Why are you the one who greeted me? Where is your company commander, Rock?"

"Company Commander Rock led the First Company to search for the Corps Commander a year and a half ago, and has not returned since."

"He's also out of contact?"

Kahn acknowledged Hades' answer with silence.

The original Legion Commander, Rock, was supposed to have died during his first meeting with Angron, but it can now be confirmed that Angron did not go mad during his first meeting with the World Eaters.

Hades opened his mouth, then let out a long sigh.

"If the Empire doesn't notice your unusual behavior, will you continue to keep it a secret, Kahn?"

The Eighth Company Commander remained silent in response. Finally, the Devourer's words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Lord Hades, I don't understand. Even after leaving the Primarch, even with a third of the Legion's forces searching for Father, the World Eaters' speed hasn't slowed down in the slightest. We've never let up on the Great Crusade... How did Terra notice us?"

Hades took a few steps forward, walked to Kahn's side, raised his hand, and his tone became slightly more relaxed.

“Just call me Hades. And... I think Company Commander Rock must have left in a hurry. Did he forget to tell you how to better fabricate battle reports? Aside from being busy with tax collection, the mortal bureaucrats of Terra still get things done.”

A faint sound came from under Kahn's helmet; it sounded like he was chewing his teeth.

Hades blinked, looking at the numerous tiny scratches on Kahn's pristine white armor. Apart from the Death Guard, who were indifferent to appearances, most Legions would try their best to keep their armor as smooth as new—unless they were too disheveled to maintain it.

"There's no need to blame yourself so much, Kahn. You took over the legion in an emergency and managed to maintain the legion's progress on the Great Expedition for two years despite the sharp reduction in numbers. I don't think many warriors can be as outstanding as you."

That statement was useless; Kahn remained tense, though he didn't appear that way. But smell doesn't lie.

Hades tried to keep his tone light, believing that Charon and Haphat's insistence on being serious was completely detrimental to him.

“I will petition the Empire—you need not concern yourselves with the Great Crusade for now. The priority is to retrieve the Primarch. The Lords of Mankind will understand, and the Order of Silence will also assist the World Eaters.”

"besides,"

Hades paused for a moment.

“I have a small suggestion, Kahn. If you could call over the World Eater’s master forging experts to assist with our cooperation, that would be great. I think I might be able to communicate better with the master forging experts.”

When the master foundry worker Perez received the order and rushed out of the workshop, he saw Hades, the Death Guardian he had always wanted to thank—

Was that Hades he knew? But they did look exactly the same.

Wait a minute, isn't something a little off here?

Perez's lips moved twice, clearly uttering a greeting, "Greetings, sir."

Then Kahn was astonished to see the Lord of the Order of Silence give a smile that could only be described as kind and gentle.

"Don't be like that, it's been a long time, Perez."

The expression on the black magic behind Hades seemed to contort for a moment.

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Chapter 339 Dark Clouds

Conqueror

Salin stood with her arms crossed, looking somewhat puzzled, next to Kahn. In front of them, the envoy sent by Terra stood beside the real-time map, while the navigator who had brought the map to explain it was huddled in a corner, trembling.

On the contrary, the master foundry Perez stood more casually next to Hades.

Although the sense of oppression exerted on Salin was stronger than that of Hades, the Silent Sisters and the Imperial Guard in the darkness seemed to be in a state of constant anger.

Hades was initially talking to Perez while looking at the map, but gradually, the Lord of the Silent Order's expression became serious, and Hades stared intently at the map, constantly zooming in and out.

Finally, Hades called the trembling navigator to his side and asked him a few questions—the navigator looked like he was about to faint.

It seemed they had ended their conversation. Captain Salin strode out, gave Hades a salute, and casually helped the navigator from behind.

"Sir, have you discovered something?"

The Lord of the Silent Order did not look at her; he gazed erratically at the map, seemingly fiddling with a finger bone in his hand.

After a long silence, Hades finally spoke.

"Here... there's a region where the warp and the physical universe overlap. Angron and his army disappeared around here, right?"

Salin nodded.

"After Lord Angron led his army to support the Zalem Forge World, he learned of the nearby civilization from the local Mechanicus and went to attack it directly. However, he was attacked by witchcraft. According to the navigator, this witchcraft may have randomly teleported Lord Angron to some place in this area."

Hades spoke, staring at the map whose names were all numbers.

“Salin, excuse me, this map doesn’t have the name of this dimensional rift marked in High Gothic. What do the locals call it?”

"Great whirlpool, sir."

Hades stopped twirling his knuckles; no wonder this area looked so familiar…

This is quite a problem.

Seeing that Hades remained silent for a long time, Salin asked in confusion,

"Sir, what's wrong?"

The Lord of the Silent Order turned his gaze to her.

"It's nothing, just be prepared for a tough battle."

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On the eighth day after the Black Ships arrived at the Conqueror, with the help of Hades' auxiliary debugging channel, the World Eaters' technical sergeants received intermittent signals from the Angron armor.

The signal came from a planet at the very edge of the vortex, a dark red and dirty planet that looked as if it had just been spat out of the warp—and that was exactly what it was.

The signal was also not optimistic. Although Angron was still alive, according to the interpretation of the War God Armor signal, he was in an extremely high emotional state, extremely anemic, high fever, convulsions, exhaustion, and near death.

If Hades hadn't been present, the master foundry Perez, who deciphered the signal, would likely have fainted on the spot.

Hades advised against Karn spreading information about the Primarch's true condition within the Legion, as it would cause unnecessary trouble.

But news of Angron's near death still spread throughout the Legion, and for a time, an atmosphere of anxiety enveloped the entire World Eater, with warriors wiping their battle axes again and again.

Hades pondered that if the enemy this time was indeed Khorne, the World Eater, who was currently in a state of unease, might easily fall into the enemy's trap.

Hades could not directly and without reason deploy Soulless Ones onto the World Eaters' ships; such an action was more like surveillance than protection.

Fortunately, in the past eight days, besides helping the Devourers capture the signal of the War God's Armor, Hades did some other things, which might be helpful to him.

For example, he could infiltrate the World Eater Legion to investigate morale. Although it sounds incredible, Hades is the only one who has achieved a perfect score in the Martian Technology Sergeant Diplomacy course, so of course he can do it.

Compared to the Death Guard and the Mechanicus, communicating with Hades is almost effortless. All you need to do is lower your guard, tell a few low-gothic jokes, and show off a little of your real skills.

With the assistance of the World Eater's Foundry, Hades successfully communicated well with some of the World Eater's warriors, and he even learned a few axe-wielding moves in the arena.

Although the price was the indescribable look in Charon's and Blackfa's eyes behind him.