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

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Hades raised an eyebrow. He vaguely remembered that it was Mortarion who had been trying to recruit him into the Ultramarines.

So what's the result?

This is your decision, and as your comrade-in-arms, I'm happy to see you maximize your abilities.

Mortarian looked ahead at the road; they were almost there.

As the Legion Commander, the Death Guard will always acknowledge your authority as commander.

Hades was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Motalian, you can see that I’ve always wanted to build the Legion in this way. These directions are all based on what I see in the future.”

Hades said heavily,

"We must strive to increase the legion's numbers, establish a complete logistical system, and cultivate good relations with the Forging World, at least to acquire some technology from them—"

[Do you want to keep the Sage of Kirkland?]

Mortarian suddenly spoke.

You may take Zero Company, Hades.

Hades blinked.

"I'm not sure yet, it depends on what the Empire decides, but I hope the Death Guard will keep Zero Company."

"...As for Kirkland..."

Hades helplessly recalled the fanatic, but he had to admit that Kirkland was the most efficient person and the one who understood Hades' meaning best. Many times, it was Hades who brought Kirkland along when dealing with the Forging World.

“I plan to send him to collect the ship that I entrusted to Ruster to build. We will then decide whether to have him sail to me or stay with the Death Guard.”

"Besides, I might come back by then."

Mortarian glanced calmly at Hades.

I will keep an eye on him, along with your fanatical little followers.

"Stop laughing at me, Death."

I will, Hades.

A shimmering blue light shone on the two men's armor as the ship from Terra slowly landed at the port of the Endurance.

Makado appeared at the ship's hatch, the old man looking disheveled and exhausted after his argument with Horus.

He glanced indifferently at Hades and Mortarian, as if he already knew they had almost finished their arrangements.

"Get on board, Hades."

Wait, are we leaving now?!

It's a little late, but the next chapter will be available as soon as my hand stops hurting.

Please forgive my laziness; I'll create a second group later. Honestly, it's enough to just read the book; there's no need to join the group to see the writers.

Chapter 301 Leaving

Hades had been hoping that Makado would at least have a chat with them, but as if in a hurry, or perhaps Makado seemed to trust Mortarion (?), the old man simply pulled Hades onto the ship.

Fortunately, the ship still had some time before it was to set sail, so Hades leaned against the observation porthole, watching the bustling crowds below the giant ship.

The most conspicuous was Mortarion, the giant standing there, followed by the Kirkland sage who rushed out in a hurry, his red robes standing out brightly among the group of white and green-painted figures, and he was even standing next to the Primarch.

Then there was Galo, Vaux, some of his administrative staff... and Pasteur was running this way in the distance.

Further away, Hades could see that the mortals of the hounds had also sneaked out and were mingling among the logistics and transportation servants.

Meanwhile, the Black Domain discovered that some members of the Zero Company were also nearby, well hidden, and could not be seen with the naked eye except by the radiation.

As for Hades's thoughts...

He was frantically explaining the work he was leaving behind to Mortalian and Garo. Although there were written handover guidelines, Hades felt it necessary to emphasize it verbally again.

While Hades was still peeking through the window and instructing Pasteur on learning some administrative management, Macardo calmly appeared behind Hades—

Hades turned around abruptly, refusing to jump and kill, the last time he did that was with Guilliman.

"It's great to see how thriving the Death Guard's territory has become with you and Mortalian,"

The old man spoke calmly, but Hades sensed anger in Makado's eyes, as if he were working overtime.

"You don't need to worry too much; a true hero naturally knows the direction of loyalty."

Below the porthole, Mortarion, visible through the corner of Macardo's hood, seemed to be brandishing a scythe and cursing loudly; the Lord of Death's profanities faithfully leaked from Hades's channel.

Hades sensed that Makado's anger was burning even brighter beneath his calm exterior. It seemed the Regent had been quite annoyed by the troublesome trio of Horus, Mortarion, and Conrad Coz.

The old man gave a sinister smile, and Makado said "Excuse me" to Hades before waving his scepter—now Hades' voice could be clearly heard through his helmet.

[Makado! Even your official documents are urgent orders! Does this mean the Imperial Legion is now your personal toy?! You can just order whoever you want to move?!]

A normal transfer order would take about a week, but the Regency's administrative speed can be described as lightning fast.

Makado spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice traveling through Hades's channel.

"Lord of Death... Mortarion, I expect you to show the necessary respect for the Empire and for me."

[A despicable psyker, a manipulative politician! Even if you have indeed contributed to the Empire, that fact does not change the fact that you are a morally bankrupt psyker who manipulates people's hearts!]

Macado smiled sinisterly as he took a few steps forward. Now Macado was near the porthole, and the Regent placed his hand on Hades' shoulder armor.

“Motalian,”

The old man lowered his eyes to look at the figure on the deck.

"If you want your friends to be..."

【…】

Motalian's angry shouts suddenly stopped.

[What I just said was merely my subjective opinion of you, Magicweave Macardo.]

Mortarian's calm voice came through the channel, as if nothing had just happened.

I wish you a safe voyage, and I also hope to receive a letter from Terra, the commander of the Death Guard...

Mortarian lowered his voice, his tone laced with a menacing threat.

Makado flashed a politician's smile.

"We can still respect each other, Mortarian. Rest assured, the Empire values ​​the Death Guard Legion highly."

Hades calmly looked at Macado beside him.

"...A master manipulator...Regent Macado, I've only just met you today..."

Hades swallowed back the last "shameless" remark.

Makado glanced at Hades.

"Thank you for the compliment, we're in the same boat."

The plasma generator slowly ignited a blue-purple tail flame. Hades and Macado stood by the porthole. Hades waved again, and the only response was the boiling ocean on the deck of the giant ship Endurance.

Hades stared at Mortarian.

"Lord Macado, I haven't really told Mortarion about the Great Rebellion yet, could this be..."

"No need,"

The old man said calmly,

"The future has changed. The future you know is no longer the real future, and the Emperor's plans have changed accordingly."

"You left them a glimmer of hope and loyalty, and that is enough. Mortalian and the Death Guard's resilience is enough for them to face the storm to come."

The old man leaned against the floor-to-ceiling porthole, glancing at the increasingly smaller crowd.

"Aside from Primarch Mortalian's obsessive prejudice against psykers, I'm glad to see such a vibrant legion. I originally thought the Death Guard would be as boring as Mortalian himself."

Hades clicked his tongue.

"His dry humor is still amazing, but not many people have a high enough aesthetic sense to understand and appreciate what he means."

After moving a sufficient distance from the Endurance, the Imperial ships began to attempt to accelerate.

Hades looked at the Endurance, trying to memorize what she looked like now.

The Endurance is still very new, with a simple hull and the Death Guard's record to date engraved on the bow in High Gothic and Barbalusian.

I wonder how many characters will have piled up by the time he looks at them again.

Hades scratched his head.

"Okay, what should I do next? I feel like I'm not going to be able to enter the warp."

Makado spoke calmly.

"I'll give you a short vacation."

“We’ll go back to Terra first and perform a series of surgeries on your body. Then you can go to Mars and see where your follower, King, has established his power.”

Hades turned around in surprise. Wait, did Makado just say "believers"?

But Macardo ignored Hades' astonishment and continued speaking.

"After this, you can go back to work. I can only temporarily restrict your Black Domain. For the real solution, you have to go find him."

Hades paused for a moment.

"The Emperor...? Where am I supposed to find him then? He should still be on the Great Expedition, right?"

"Kerr."

Makado said the golden stars were reflected in his eyes, sparkling.

Hades was stunned.

"Perhaps you are more familiar with its other name."

Makado said calmly,

"It is called the 'Perfect City' by the Legion of Word Bearers—"

"and many more!"

Hades looked at Macado.

"Isn't it too early?!"

The old man closed his eyes wearily, as if taking a short rest.

"Time is already running out, and warp travel will consume a lot of our time. Warp ripples are becoming increasingly chaotic—especially for you."

"Moreover, the future has changed, and the Lord of Humanity needs to make the necessary sacrifices and changes."

Great

Chapter 302 A Simple Vacation

Hades and Macado both breathed a sigh of relief when the swaying ship finally appeared in the sky above Terra.

Even though they shared a lot in common about this shitty world, these scattered sentiments couldn't outweigh the nausea that Makado felt while struggling to use his psionic powers to suppress Hades' Dark Domain so that the ship could travel smoothly through the warp.

Now, Makado feels nauseous at the sight of Hades; for the first time, the patient and cunning psionicist experiences a slight mental imbalance.

A strong grasp of psychic energy means heightened senses. Faced with Hades, faced with this damned Dark Realm, only loyalty to the Emperor and a sense of responsibility to the Empire kept this dutiful psychic from throwing Hades out during their Warp voyage.

Hades wasn't much better off. Compared to the Emperor's psychic suppression, Makado's psychic power was even more... simple and brutal, perhaps because Makado's psychic skills weren't refined enough.

During his journey through the warp, Hades felt as if Makado was using psionic energy to force him into a large vat full of vomit, the lumps of vomit spraying a paste-like substance at Hades and emitting strange shrieks in his ears.

Hades began to struggle instinctively using the Dark Domain, his remaining sanity controlling him from struggling too violently, lest he be spat out of the Warp. At the same time, his sanity also prevented him from punching Makado in the face—

He could tell that Macardo was also controlling his remaining sanity, refraining from using his scepter to deliver a blow to Hades' head.

During the final leg of their voyage, the exhausted Macado and Hades, who were about to ascend to heaven, both felt the world's unparalleled malice towards them.

The encounter between the psionicist and the untouchable was destined to be a tragedy, a fact both were acutely aware of.

Hades leaned weakly against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the bustling ships that circled the glowing throne world, carrying out their daily tasks.