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

Chapter 309. Chapter 300.

Hades was sitting bored in the reception room of the Ultramarines.

The two massive ships rendezvoused in the Warp, and sailed together to their destination.

Compared to the silent black ship, the Ultramarines seem more busy, but Hades doesn't know what they are busy with, they give Hades the feeling that they just want to be busy so as not to think about it Some unacceptable questions.

Guilliman did not show up. His nineteenth company commander, Ayton, brought Hades and Malcador into their fleet. The Glory of Macragge was not here, and there was only the No.19 company's fleet.

Consistent with the stereotype of most Ultramarines, Ultramarine Ayton is a serious and excellent diplomat, but now he looks worried, Malcador is aware of the Ultramarine's uneasiness, and the old man decisively chooses to comfort This excellent Ultramarine abandoned Hades in the reception room.

"Someone will come for you."

Malcador dropped this sentence, and left mercilessly.

……time flies……

In the bright room, Hades’s eyes were empty, and he stood in a daze in front of the conference table. On the resplendent and resplendent walls, the flag of the [-]th Company was hung, and a strong white horse with its head held high was staring at Hades, dark blue The silky satin underside makes the fiery mane shine even more.

Hades began to recall his return to Mars before, to see the good memories of technical soldiers. His Mars manual has been iterated to 3.17, and the geometric signatures of Iron Warriors, Imperial Fist... are enough to make Imperial Fist build another side The wall is gone.

Technology updates are the most, almost most of the legions have participated in this entertainment that is beneficial to physical and mental health, while some gossips are rarely updated, most of them are the updates of the Emperor's Children and the Word Bearers... Hades feels Surprisingly, he even found a doggerel written by Bai Scar for traveling in the wasteland of Mars...

...Speaking of which, the white scar seems to be pretty good too.

At the same time Hades realized this, the door of the reception room opened suddenly, and a middle-aged man walked in, and then casually pulled a chair and sat down.

The man was dressed in rich and rich attire, and the well-cut pearl white brocade coat swayed with his actions, and every gold thread on it radiated colorful drifting light according to different angles, and the gold decoration used The silver buttons are densely embedded on the coat, but it is not fastened, so that the inner shirt is exposed.

The shirt was embroidered with gold and silver thread, sewn on it with the same style of gold and silver fringe as the coat, and fastened carefully and meticulously. Those buttons extended from the hem of the shirt to the pure white linen at the lapel. Under the scarf, there is still the dazzling gold.

On the long black hair is a golden olive crown, Hades seems to have seen a not-so-subtle imitation on Guilliman's head.

The shimmering fabric seemed taut, reminding Hades of clothing that would be torn apart at the slightest movement, while buttons and scarves tied too high on shirts reminded Hades of I felt a sense of suffocation, the feeling of clothes strangling my neck.

Obviously those designers neglected the comfort of the wearer for the sake of beauty.

And above the intertwined pearly white and shining gold in this area, there are ordinary black long hair, ordinary wheat-colored face, and ordinary black eyes. The eyes seem to be shining with golden light, which may reflect the light in the Ultramarines room. gold inside.

His clothes reminded Hades of those planetary nobles who suddenly became rich, but his temperament reminded Hades of being crowded to death in the subway, squatting on the ground in the middle of the night, eating dry bread, and carrying a loan at home. A miserable office worker with a laid-off wife and a baby. Although the man does not have dark circles, he does reveal a deep, deep sense of powerlessness and exhaustion.

The man was staring at Hades calmly and naturally, as if waiting for something.

Hades blinked, and from the moment the door was opened, Hades' eyes had already been on the man, but his brain was obviously still on the white scar prairie.

Or in other words, this man doesn't have a strong aura that can impress people, so Hades didn't react immediately——

Until Hades felt that this face was somewhat similar to Mortarion's, or Guilliman's face.

--what?

what? !

what! ! !
Hades wanted to stand up abruptly to say hello and salute. At this moment, he had already recalled the unbearable past of the leader serving food and turning the table, but the emperor obviously predicted his behavior. The emperor raised his hand and signaled haha Diss just sit down.

Hades swallowed, correcting his attitude and sitting posture.

What should he say?No, he didn't look like this in the projection of the letter from the Emperor before?Has he turned on his psychic powers to beautify his face?
But it seemed that the emperor didn't want to be the first to speak. He was like an NPC in the game. He sat there patiently, waiting for Hades to trigger the dialogue first.

In desperation, Hades said in a sense, the first sentence he said to the Emperor after he came to this world,

"Emperor... are you alright?"

As soon as the words came out, Hades regretted it, but obviously the emperor was very satisfied with the words, he tried to pull a smile, then he gave up and spoke directly,
"Actually, it sucks."

The Emperor calmly said something not very good, but the very fact of saying it seemed to please the Emperor,

"There are always many things—you don't need to call me the Emperor, Hades."

Hades blinked thoughtfully. The Emperor's words revealed his character, and this was exactly what Hades needed. Although the chances were slim, Hades didn't want to fall into the false line.

He waited patiently for the Emperor's new title...and...then the Emperor stopped talking? !

?

So what should Hades call the Emperor?Or did the Emperor acquiesce that Hades knew his name?
Hades tentatively spoke,
"So... what should I call you?"

"It will be all right."

The Emperor said casually.

Wait, all right?What can I do? !
Hades had never been so tired of talking to the autistic Mortarion.

"Can you... be more specific?"

The Emperor looked at Hades in surprise,
"You can call me whatever name you like, Neos, Moravec, Don Quixote, Aurelianoa, José... You don't need to call me respectfully, this matter itself is meaningless."

... Hades feels a little numb, what is he doing?What should he say?Where is he?who is he?

He took a deep breath, Hades tensed his expression, and decisively chose to remain silent.

He looked at the Emperor, at Neos, at Moravek...at him with questioning politeness.

The other party also looked at him majesticly.

After a long silence, the emperor spoke solemnly, with the majesty of a superior, but there seemed to be some hesitation in his words, and this hesitation was fleeting again,

"Unlike other humans, your projection in the subspace is like a black hole,"

Hades' eyes froze, is the Emperor going to reveal the truth to him——

"So I can't judge your emotions and thoughts through the subspace projection, which will cause my decision-making mistakes. I hope you will honestly say everything you have concealed."

The emperor still looked at Hades calmly,

"I want you to entrust me with your loyalty and frankness, as I trust and frankness with you."

Hades spoke slowly,
"of course can."

The end of the frankness of both parties is that they fell into silence again.

... There was another silence, and the Emperor spoke,
"If you are afraid of choice, you can call me Neos."

Hades finally couldn't hold back anymore, he opened his hands helplessly, and made a gesture similar to surrender,
"Thank you for your choice, Neos, I have a slight choice phobia."

Upon hearing Hades' words, the Emperor smiled.

　Have it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)