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

Chapter 106 96. Go to Mars, Go Acting

Mars, now.

How many waves can a personal word set off in the future?The future is treacherous, life and death are wrestling, the roar of war dogs is whispering in the blood pool of Nuthria, Angron's butcher's nails are roaring, fate has already changed beyond recognition——

But now, but at this moment, none of this has anything to do with Hades.

He is eating porridge.

Even though his life will witness the life and death of a civilization and a race, eating porridge is really a part of Hades' life.

Hades picked up the spoon and picked up the small algae with Martian characteristics. The vinegar-colored seasoning dripped into the porridge. He stirred it casually and continued to eat.

It's lunch time now, and the war dog Perez is gone. He was sitting with the wild wolf recently. Since that unpleasant game experience, the wild wolf Manning's curiosity about him has obviously increased by more than one level.

As for the matter of Mortarion and Malcador, Hades decisively put the information in the "don't bother thinking about it without notice" area after waiting for a week without believing it.

However, it turns out that the notification was coming, but a million points later.

The door of the cafeteria was slammed open, and a bunch of machine servants poured in with a pile of incense and scarlet silk, and hymns began to ring in Hades' ears.

The whole hall instantly became sacred, of course, except for the soldiers who were eating with bowls,
"what?"

The Jordanian sage hurried in, and the huge body of the Jordanian sage walked so fast rarely,
"Don't eat it! The Son of Ohm Messiah is coming to visit the Techno Sergeant Base!"

The Ultramarines, Fist of the Empire and other fighters put the bowls away immediately, and helped the machine servant to take away the bowls and chopsticks from the table.

The same is true for other technical sergeants, and they are even arranging their clothes. Some technical sergeants are about to leave here and change their usual work clothes.

Compared to them, Hades is eating in a hurry.

It's the last bit, finish it!

Not bad for a few seconds!
"Don't eat it!"

The Jordanian sage leaned over to reach Hades's bowl. On his slender limbs was a suit of Martian-style dress, with gold threads interspersed on the scarlet robe,

"Your Primarch is here, don't eat it!"

"Stop eating, change into your dress!"

Time was running out, and Jordan Sage's superiors suddenly informed Jordan of the matter, and told him that the adults had already set off here.

Om Messiah is here!

Hades was still wearing technical sergeant overalls, with engine oil still on it, and he didn't even have a Mechanicum badge!

However, compared to others who are nervous, because of Jordan's behavior, Hades' passive triggers——

Stop wasting food!

It's the last bite, it's not good!
Let him scrape it off, just one stroke, one stroke!

No problem!

"Don't eat it!"

The flustered Jordanian sage stretched out his main limb, trying to grab Hades' bowl, which hindered Hades' movement——

"Let him eat."

A familiar voice echoed in the hall.

Hades, who grabbed the last mouthful of porridge, almost sprayed the porridge out of his nostrils.

Everyone stood up and saluted, and the Jordanian sage turned around too slowly as if he was stuck.

His main limb was lowered quietly.

"My lord, welcome to the technical sergeant base."

For the first time, Hades knew that electronic sounds can also have trembling effects.

The Jordanian sage greeted the visitor tremblingly.

"My lord, I'm Jordan the Mechanic Sage, responsible for the training of the Legion's technical sergeants. I'm glad you came here to visit."

"I provide the most comprehensive."

The nervous words of the Jordanian sage were lost in the background of the servitor's chant.

The tall figure of the Primarch was surrounded by a group of gorgeous red-robed sages, covered with metal and cables, and some hunchbacked historians and imperial officials also followed at the rear of the procession.

Not wearing power armor, Mortarion wore a ceremonial dress that mixed Barbarus' style and Empire style. Barbarus' style successfully suppressed the Empire's resplendent style, and the plain color was incompatible with scarlet, just like himself.

Mortarion nodded, motioning for everyone to salute.

The Primarch patiently listened to the babble of the Sage of Jordan.

"Thank you for being so serious about training technical sergeants. I am already looking forward to handing over the next batch of technical sergeants of the No.14 Legion to you."

Hearing the approval of the Son of Ohm Messiah in his heart, the Jordanian sage was about to die happily, and a faint smell of smoke seemed to come out.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Whispering softly, the sage stretched out some small appendages, and began to screw screws on the smoking part.

Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded again,
"Then, please allow me to apologize for the sudden visit, as I'm curious how the first tech sergeant of our regiment is doing."

"If you don't mind, I hope to take my technical sergeant to confirm the affairs of the Legion and Mars."

"May I ask if the base can agree?"

"Agreed! Yes!"

"Sergeant Hades can leave now!"

Mortarion gave a slight nod, as a token of thanks.

Then he looked at Hades, who had frozen with the spoon.

He walked over, and the sages in front of the Primarch stepped aside,
As the Primarch entered the hall from the door, Mortarion's own coercion began to overwhelm the audience.

In the hall, the other technical sergeants were all shocked——

This is a completely different aura from most other Primarchs!

The poisonous gas from Barbarus slowly smothered the room. He was tall and tall like a dead tree, with a haggard sunken face, and plain mourning clothes draped over his body.

Different from Guilliman and Sanguinius, who are brilliant and glorious, and different from Dorn, Fenus, who is serious and silent, when the Primarch gives people a positive image, the god of death from Barbarus broke their cognition.

Silence, death.

The poisonous gas slowly strangled the throats of everyone present.

Wolf Manning subconsciously held his breath.

That was the poisonous smell from Hades before.

You death guards are all smelly? !
Moreover, isn't the previous intelligence close to the people? !

This close to the people? !

It is said that the space fighters will be very similar to the Primarch?
Not caring about others, Mortarion looked at Hades who was still holding the spoon,

"Does it bother you?"

"Ah?! Ah?"

"No no!"

Hades complained wildly in his mind, brother, you should keep a low profile, or at least let us know in advance, you see that the other sages behind you feel like they are going to kill someone!

In fact, the Martian sages who arranged the Primarch's itinerary would like to tear Hades to pieces at this moment.

God knows why this Primarch suddenly insisted on going to the Techno Sergeant base on the way!
The trajectory of the Primarch's path to Mars began to be recalculated, and the sections escorted by mechanical sages of different sects began to change.

"Then do you still eat?"

"Don't eat, don't eat!"

Hades shuddered and quickly put the bowl away.

Mortarion gave him a puzzled look, the Primarch remembered that Hades didn't have such a small appetite.

"Let's go."

Hades got up, let's go!
He felt other people's eyes scratching at him like daggers.

If you don't leave, you will be dismembered!
Not far away, the eyes of the Ultramarines, the Fist of the Empire, and the Iron Warriors were all wide open.

He felt he had heard Manning the wolf purring, but the wolf hadn't made a sound.

Mortarion blinked in confusion, apparently not understanding what Hades was thinking.

But when the purpose is reached, it is inconvenient for him to stay for a long time.

Hades stood beside the original body, and the huge team slowly left again
Relieved from Mortarion's coercion, the technical sergeants who had been silent for a long time finally moved.

They had just had a close encounter with a Primarch.

"That's a... different adult."

"Every adult is different."

Discussions begin within the Ultramarines.

"He's not, isn't he familiar?"

The smell of poisonous gas still echoed in his nose, the wolf said through gritted teeth.

This sentence directly pulled out the thoughts of the technical sergeants who were immersed in the shock of the Primarch, and then they suddenly realized what Hades had said before.

silence.

The other Space Marines wondered, if their Primarch ever got to Mars, would he visit them?

The Ultramarines believed Lord Guilliman would, and the Luna Wolves thought with confidence, but the Iron Hands were silent because they knew the answer would probably be "no".

White Scar didn't care about this, and the Salamanders were also silent.

Iron Warriors The Iron Warriors have stopped thinking.

"I want to discuss some legion affairs with my soldiers, and it is inconvenient for the sages to come over."

Mortarion stared blankly at the mecha-sage as he attempted to mount the vehicle.

The tall Reaper now released his coercion, and the temperature seemed to drop sharply.

The logic system is operating.

"Yes, my lord."

The electronic sounded.

Mortarion ignored the sage and stepped into the vehicle, followed by Hades and a historian.

This is a special transport vehicle with an all-black appearance and special treatment at the door.

The car started to move, dust rose beside the car, and not far away, the vehicle of the Mechanicum closely followed the vehicle on which the Primarch was riding.

Mortarion glanced out the window nonchalantly.

"Okay."

?

What can be done?

As if answering Hades' doubts, the stooped historian who followed them into the car slowly took off his hood. He had been hidden in the crowd before, inconspicuous,

It's Malcador.

The wise man looked at Hades with deep eyes, but said nothing.

"You will follow Malcador in a while, Hades."

Mortarion spoke,
"Ok?"

Hades asked suspiciously,

"What are you doing, where are you going?"

Mortarion frowned disapprovingly.

"Ask him, I don't know either."

"I just brought you here at his request."

Hades turned his gaze back to Malcador, but the old man merely closed his eyes,

"You will know later, before that, let me rest for a while."

Wouldn't it be true to send him there as a material for the sage? !
"Don't think about it."

Malcador opened his eyes, glanced helplessly at Hades, then closed them again to rest.

"There should be no danger."

Mortarion spoke,
"Otherwise I can't spare this psyker."

Hades blinked,

"Then why is it like this?"

so... high-profile?

"If you want to hide one thing, why not try to put it in the shadow of another high-profile thing?"

Malcador's voice sounded slowly.

The original body has its own aura to attract the attention of others. When the sight on Mars is attracted by a original body that changes its trajectory at will, the attention to other corners will be weakened.

The price would only be a deepening of the sages' strange impression of the Primarch on Mars.

Arrogant, stubborn, disobedient, self-absorbed
But it was clear neither Mortarion nor Malcador cared about that.

Aware of Malcador's plan, Hades fell silent.

Although he knows that Mortarion has a high probability of spitting Malcador every day. But now——

Mortarion, you were tricked by Malcador, right? !

However, Mortarion had an indifferent expression on his face, as if it was no burden to leave a bad impression on these sages.

Can not be done!
You have to pay logistics!

Hades quickly began to give Mortarion the behavior patterns of these mechanical sages, and at the same time sent him his previous plan for connecting the Death Guard to Mars, and earnestly began to persuade Mortarion to pay attention to these most Primarchs do not like The Mechanicus of -

Except for those with a mechanical preference, most Primarchs do not welcome these mechanical sages.

But sadly, until the end, Hades felt that Mortarion didn't realize the importance of being a good sage.

The vehicle drove to a wasteland on the edge of a city, and the roar interrupted their conversation.

[Welcome to the road section I am in charge of. 】

[The Sage of Collier Jersey will be in charge of Lord Mortarion's next journey. 】

Huge steel behemoths suddenly emerged from the ground, and a metal convoy mimicking insects crawled fast, closely following their vehicles, and countless other insect-mimicking vehicles also suddenly appeared, surrounding them like clusters.

The tall female sage stood firmly on top of the giant worm, her red robes fluttering.

Flying sand is everywhere, and the jammer is working, covering the figures of these vehicles.

"It's now."

Malcador, who closed his eyes to rest just now, suddenly opened his eyes, and moved to the car door with a strange agility.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the car door was opened, and the hot sand of Mars slapped violently into the car.

Collier Jersey bowed slightly, and one of the giant insect's joints reached the door, and the two galloping giants reached a delicate balance at this moment.

"go!"

The thin old man immediately jumped over the giant worm's joints. Hades blinked dumbfounded, then hurriedly got up and walked over the joints.

"Remember to come back quickly."

Mortarion's voice sounded behind them.

Seeing that the two had already entered the worm-shaped vehicle, Collier Jersey looked at Mortarion, nodded silently and saluted, and a bound sage appeared at the end of the joint.

Although the engine of this sage was obviously locked by the code, Collier Jersey still added a lot of chains to him in order to prevent accidents.

Mortarion took the scythe to die, took the sage from the worm's joints, and placed him on the seat opposite him.

Then he nodded to the female sage outside the car.

[It is my honor to escort Lord Mortarion. ]
The giant worm's arm stretched back quickly, and the tip poked the ground, making a muffled sound.

Collier Jersey gracefully stood on the running vehicle, driving the metal bug swarm away slowly, the flying sand and dust disappeared.

Mortarion watched them go, then stretched out his hand again, and closed the car door.

"boom!"

A muffled sound.

It was just the two of them in the car now.

Mortarion rested his chin absently on his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the sage.

Death's hoarse voice sounded,
"I heard you're interested in reverse psionics, Sage Kirkland?"

"Also, I heard that you are also very interested in the Death Guard?"

What answered him was Kirkland Sage's mechanical body that began to smoke and tremble.

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