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

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He got it.

Hades poured the Dark Domain into it, and sure enough, the letter was opened.

Unsurprisingly, the letter was signed "Emperor" at the end.

Yay! I wrote 7.6 chapters today, which is two chapters in total.

Okay, okay, I won't add any more.

I originally planned to write about a complete idiot who gets tricked by the Tzeentch system, and also turn Carlos into a girl to fool newbies or something.

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Finally, book recommendations.

The writing about Astartes in The Witcher is excellent, but since I don't really know much about The Witcher, I won't give a brief introduction.

Chapter 260 Letter

The pristine white paper shimmered with tiny golden glints.

But apart from the emperor's signature, everything else was just blank.

Nothing at all.

"What on earth is this?" Hades frowned, trying to find out if there were any codes or ciphers on it.

When his scrutinizing gaze fell upon the emperor's gleaming gold signature—

Hades' left eye suddenly began to flash, and then Hades "saw" something.

This is a video recording.

【

A light shines in the darkness.

A slightly orange-yellow light illuminated a corner where a desk stood, its solid wood edges inlaid with gold carvings, the light shimmering gently on it.

A person is sitting at a desk, bending over and writing something.

The man had long black hair, wore an olive wreath, and a simple linen robe with gold buttons fastening the collar.

He is an emperor.

The Emperor put down his pen, slowly raised his head, and golden flames flickered in his dark eyes. He stared in Hades' direction, and Hades realized that he must be looking at him.

Hello, stranger.

The emperor spoke calmly.

"You are permitted to know."

The next moment, the only light went out.

what?

Before Hades could react, the blinding, dry sunlight blazed down on him, and he heard the rushing water, the croaking of frogs, and the chirping of insects.

He stood beside a large river, with thatched huts of villages dotting the riverbanks. Fishermen rowed their oars, bobbing on the water. Further away, some farmers stood in the fields, gazing into the distance.

"They are looking at the clouds."

The Emperor's voice came from beside Hades. Hades turned around abruptly, and the Emperor was standing beside him, looking at the clouds in the distance.

"The farmers and fishermen living along the Sakarya River know how to look up and predict whether the next day will be rainy based on the shape of the clouds on the horizon."

A glint of starlight flashed in the emperor's eyes.

"It's going to rain."

Hades squinted, staring at the dry little cloud on the horizon, but he couldn't read anything from a cloud; in his limited farming career, there were no normal clouds in Barbaros.

"You can't tell."

The emperor turned his head and looked at Hades.

In the eyes of the emperor, the greatest ruler in human history, the tyrant, the dictator, lies a calm lake of unfathomable depth.

Above the lake, fluffy white clouds are reflected; below the lake, raging and churning magma boils and surges.

"But you still know that it will rain tomorrow, a downpour."

"You know the raindrops will fall, even if you can't see the clouds. You know what the downpour will eventually look like, and you know it will eventually wash everything away."

"But clouds are changing; any breeze can shape and alter them."

"You can't shape a cloud; it won't stay the way you want it to after you're gone."

The emperor gazed silently at the small cloud on the horizon, which had been transformed by the wind.

"We can only rely on the surging tide as much as possible."

"By sensing the wind and seeing the clouds, humans can catch a glimpse of the future."

"The future is changing and evolving; every wave in the ocean of destiny may be the future to come."

"But the storm that belongs to mankind will eventually come."

The next moment, Hades felt himself falling, falling, stars rushing past him, the stars trembling, and a hazy mist rolling in.

"But humanity still hasn't gone far enough."

The sound continued.

"In the Age of Terra, the Age of Technology, the Age of Conflict, and up to the thirtieth millennium, humanity's primary means of long-distance communication and travel has remained through the warp and with the help of psionicists."

"Humanity's enemies can cut them off at any time, so that the vague and low star language can no longer be received, and that ships will never be able to find their way home."

Finally, Hades stopped in a subspace region where bright and ephemeral nebulae flowed and surged continuously.

The emperor's pause was like a soft sigh.

There is nothing new under the sun.

"Humanity should not struggle to survive in the darkness of ignorance and shortsightedness, nor should it repeat the path of the Elven race. Humanity should take control of its own destiny."

"Before the hands that are choking us tighten, humanity needs to break free, defeat it, and conquer it."

"And the Web Path is the path of humanity, the only spark that humanity has a chance to master, the key to separating humanity's brilliant soul from the chaotic subspace, and making long-distance travel no longer limited by the technology of the subspace."

"The establishment of the network requires a huge amount of resources, hundreds of millions of materials. This is not a miracle that can be built by expending the resources of an entire star system. It requires the utmost effort from an entire race."

"In order to establish the network and to consolidate the empire, I launched the Great Expedition."

"At the beginning of the Great Expedition, the pace of time was not so hurried."

"But they won't stand idly by."

Before Hades, the waves of the warp became increasingly turbulent, the currents began to accelerate noticeably, and the water churned together in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

The emperor's voice was devoid of any emotion, cold and ruthless.

"Time is running out, the Great Expedition must be accelerated."

“Imperfection and flaws are not a reason to stop; the Legion must complete its mission.”

"When the storm is coming, everyone has their necessary mission."

"And you, a stranger."

The emperor abruptly changed the subject—

"You have proven your loyalty and ability. I entrust the Fourteenth Legion and the Soulless Ones of the Empire to you, guaranteeing the Great Crusade of the Fourteenth Legion, while doing whatever you can to prepare for the coming storm."

"You must be cautious and discreet, and accumulate a force to target subspace creatures."

"You can try to stir up fate, but it's not easy. The accumulation of details over time is just a trick of the weak, while the strong choose to face the final judgment of fate."

Finally, I wish you good luck.

】

Hades suddenly opened his eyes. Analyzing this video from the Emperor seemed particularly exhausting. He was panting heavily and subconsciously looked down at the letter.

Flames erupted, and the emperor's golden signature quickly vanished in the fire.

"etc."

Hades, panting, called out to Charon, who was about to leave.

"This is one-way; I need to tell him something."

"Sir, is it about the future?"

Hades nodded.

"No need."

Charon said calmly,

“Our lord has his own decision. He is currently focused on the expedition, and the time is not yet ripe.”

ha?

Hades looked puzzled. Was the time not yet right?

In other words, the Emperor will arrange a meeting with him after this?

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Charon left directly with Blackfa.

Soon after, Hades received a letter from Macado.

The new content was essentially an explanation of what this "Lord of the Silent Order" really meant.

Makado introduced the title to him in fair, objective, detailed, and constructive words, and praised Hades for his young talent in earning the title.

Hades read three and a half pages of his rambling praises, then promptly turned to the next page.

Logically, as Macardo wrote, most of the soulless in the Empire should be under Hades's control.

However, Makado emphasized the difficulties and key points of transporting the Soulless, as well as the various psychological problems that the Soulless may encounter in the Death Guard and their impact on training missions.

Ultimately, Macardo reached his conclusion.

The Empire can supply Hades, the Lord of the Silent Order, with soulless beings, but the number is limited. If there is any truly critical mission, Terra will temporarily transfer more people.

Meanwhile, upon learning of the Soul Knights developed by Hades, Makado immediately stated that since all the Soulless Ones under Hades's command were training in Terra, Hades should send at least two Soul Knights back to Terra for long-term stationing and training to make it easier to reinforce Hades in the future.

Hades remained silent.

He stared at the paper for half the night, still unable to understand how Makado could so brazenly write such shameless words.

Hades finally understood.

So it turns out that Emperor and Macardo were in cahoots to give him empty promises.

Moreover, Hades was neither given a methodology nor provided with the resources befitting his title.

I can't type anymore, I really can't type anymore... *spits out my soul*

Number of updates due 2/15

Chapter 261 Makado, Oh Makado

The ripples of the farce were still spreading, but perhaps because the scene was too awkward, the Primarchs who left all tacitly chose to remain silent.

The Battle of Randan came to an end. One legion was permanently wiped out, and the Dark Angels suffered heavy losses, nearly withdrawing from the arena to compete for the title of Warlord.

Soon after, both the Ultramarines and the Imperial Fist underwent massive expansions, with Guilliman's army reaching a terrifying 25 men.

Chiko received a warning from Makado. Before that, the Space Wolf's filthy nose had already detected the unusual scent on Chiko.

Despite the warning from Makado, the Space Wolf's eyes gleamed with suspicion. The Crimson King, who had been insulted by the Lord of Death at the banquet, chose to remain silent, avoiding the Space Wolf as much as possible, and continued his expedition.

The Angel of the Blood also received a letter from Macardo. Amidst Macardo's rambling and vague words, this old man, disliked by the Primarch, offered the angel words of comfort.

Due to the heavy losses suffered by the Lions, the title of Warmaster ultimately fell to Horus Lupecal and Phenus Manus. The two Primarchs made no comment on this and continued to lead their Legions as planned.

Of course, after the banquet, the Death Guard disappeared from the sight of most Legions. Just like its Primarch Mortarion, this drab Legion settled into the galaxy, avoiding cooperation with other Legions as much as possible.

Although sometimes the Legion's marching routes overlap with those of the Death Guard, and they cooperate with each other.

The contents of the banquet eventually circulated within a small circle of Primarchs, although much of it had already been edited.