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

Chapter 322 311. Afterwards...

The sun has risen, and in the bright golden light, the hunting wind is blowing, mixed with gray and white ashes.

No one got up, no one spoke.

Above the head, the sun is silently shining on all things in the world. He sprinkles the light on the earth, equal and just.

Angortai breathed, he felt his limbs, he felt the scorched air in the wind, the time was stretched for a long time, and finally, he stood up slowly.

He was the first Word Bearer to rise, power armor creaking.

Angertai looked around blankly, he saw the desolate and wild land, he saw the perfect city with extinguished embers, he saw the vast and clear sky, he saw ashes, he saw the wreckage...he saw, they are here, here There is no other.

He turned his head and saw their father, motionless. He saw the two straight spears and the hounds on them with bared teeth and angry eyes, warning the mortals who stepped forward without permission.

Angletai started to walk, and he went to their father, whom he had not seen for a long time.Angertai dragged his steps slowly, and the sand under his feet made a soft rustling sound, like the slight rubbing sound of quilts when people were sleeping soundly.

All this happened so suddenly, they were like waking up from a dream.

As Angertai walked, Saul, the commander of No.30's fourth company, also stood up, then the second, and the third... They stood up, feeling themselves blankly.

More and more people stood up, their gray armor shining in the sun, like a sparkling gray ocean.

Finally, Angletai walked to the front of the queue, behind the last three kneeling people, he saw the body of Kor Phaeron whom he detested, with large pieces of blood and broken flesh spread out, his arms hanging limply on his spear on both sides.

He saw Erebus—unbelievable, the most respected head priest of a Legion would be... would be a cultist, the obscenities coming out of his mouth, as if he had, already Dried entrails are just as repulsive.

Erebus's head was raised high, and the corpse's bulging, shriveled eyes were staring straight at the sun, like the eyes of a dead fish, but far more hollow than a dead fish. It was just an empty shell, and the inside of the corpse, Something like a soul is gone.

Angortai swallowed subconsciously, and he suddenly realized that he was standing... where the existence had stayed before, facing the kneeling person——standing behind the kneeling person, this is a kind of ...a feeling that is hard to describe.

What was he thinking when he walked past thousands of kneeling people?
...in charge of everything...

But this thought was expelled by Angeltai in a flash. He should not be disrespectful to the original body. He took two quick steps and walked to Luojia's side.

Angertai opened his mouth, and he stared at Aurelion. His father, Lorgar, was in a daze, and the dried traces of blood and tears slid down the sides of his cheeks. He was like a living sculpture, without thoughts.

"... my father?"

The sculpture moved slightly, and Angertai saw what the Primarch meant. He stretched out his hand and helped the Primarch to stand up.

Luojia stood up. The original body didn't say anything or reveal anything. He just turned his head. Luojia first looked at Kor Phaeron on the right side behind him - the corpse had its head lowered and was buried like an atonement. Nailed in place.

Kor Phaeron, his one-time adoptive father, had been calling Lorgar's name in the last hours before his death.

Lorgar's lips trembled, his eyes were already dry and there was no trace of liquid, and he didn't say anything in the end.

Then he looked at Erebus... At the moment when his eyes touched Erebus, Lorgar's eyes seemed to be stabbed by a charcoal-grilled torture instrument. Seeing the inhuman corpse, the roar in the darkness echoed in my ears.

This reminded him of the darkness, and the original body shrank briefly. The contact between his thoughts and his body was too raw, and the shrinking in his mind did not make his body react.

On the desolate ruins, two corpses were pierced and nailed in place, becoming a permanent symbol.

Do not……

Lorgar opened his mouth with difficulty, his chapped lips were torn open, and traces of blood flowed out.

No...he needs...needs...

[Take them away. 】

Luojia said.

This made the primarch's gaze finally turn to the Word Bearers beside him, Angortai... His name suddenly popped up in the primarch's jerky mind.

His son carried out his orders obediently, with an imperceptible wariness—he was afraid, was he afraid of Lorgar?

Lorgar's eyes never closed once, he opened them wide, the bloodshot eyes almost covered those golden eyes, and the scene of Angertai pulling out the black spear was reflected in it.

After a few itchy hissing sounds in the cerebral cortex, the long rod stuck to the flesh and blood was pulled out. Erebus's body slowly fell to the ground, and the flesh and blood flowed out from it, accompanied by Amazing stench.

Angertai held the spear in a somewhat bewildered manner, and his heir turned his head, as if asking Lorja what to do next.

The corner of Luojia's mouth twitched into a smile, and the bloodstains under his eyes became more and more conspicuous.

"We...we need to repent."

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"Well,"

Hades was pinching a piece of Macragge's specialty pastry with two fingers, and there were still a few slices stuffed in his mouth. He tried to swallow what was in his mouth, and then spoke,
"They've pulled out those two black spears. Shall we go down and have a look, or at least say something to the Word Bearers?"

At this moment, the Perfect City is still burning, the Word Bearers are distraught, the Ultramarines are on the verge of confusion, and the insider of the whole situation—he and the Emperor are sitting in this small room to rest, eating Special product of Macragge, Hades always has a sense of unreality...

But no matter what, the Emperor is sitting here to rest, what else can Hades do?
He looked at the emperor, who was sitting upright, holding a teacup with exquisite patterns and a gold rim in his hand. He was tasting tea, but Hades always felt that the water level didn't drop much after he tasted it for a long time.

The emperor gave Hades a flat look, took another sip of tea,

"Lorgar doesn't need to call anymore, as the Primarch, my son, he will repent."

Hades showed an expression of "why I don't believe it so much".

"I still suggest that you say a few more words—or at least confirm that he is mentally stable before leaving him."

"I have chosen my speaker, that lady will not disappoint us, Hades, you are too suspicious."

The expression on Hades' face now can be called grief and indignation, is he suspicious?Are individuals more cautious?It might be better to say that the emperor is too confident, right?Hades lowered his hand holding the snack and retorted,
"Nyos, you may be too self-"

"You should get used to the way he speaks, Hades, that's not what he meant."

The door of this small room was pushed open, and Malcador walked in with a tired face. Hades silently put away his black space, and moved to the side of the big sofa where he was sitting.

Malcador glanced at him, and Hades suspected that Malcador wanted to harm him, but the old man didn't say anything in the end. He just jumped up and sat on the other end of the long sofa.

As it turned out, the furniture that Guilliman used to entertain guests was quite comfortable.

The Emperor spoke,
"How's Guilliman, Malcador?"

Malcador looked at the Emperor with deep eyes,
"I insist you need to talk to him. He's in a daze, my lord, and he's trying to pull himself out of it - and I think having someone to help him at this point will make it easier. .”

The emperor was silent. Hades gave Malcador a cup of tea, and then continued to eat snacks and watch the show. The night of vigilance was very tiring. Hades had been listening to the abnormal noises in the subspace, ready to explode at any time. rise.

"I think you can console him enough, Malcador."

The Emperor spoke slowly, but Malcador shook his head while holding the tea,
"My identity restricts me from going further. There are some words that can only be said by you, my lord."

The Emperor's eyes fell on Hades,
"What about him?"

Malcador slammed the armrest of the sofa, making a muffled bang, and Hades beside him was startled.

"You can't do this, my lord. Although Hades is eloquent and glib, we should treat his identity carefully now-not only can Guilliman listen to Hades' advice, but now Hades , Even standing in front of Guilliman, he needs to spend time and brain power to think and digest this matter!"

Malcador's voice softened again,
"Guilliman's nature is excellent, but he always thinks too much sometimes... He is a qualified politician, but reality often cannot accommodate people who are too rational... This world is inherently irrational, my Lord, you need Think about it again.”

The emperor paused, he still looked at Hades,

"I think Hades would be a good fit... Let's play a little game, Hades, give me my little fingerbone."

Hades wiped his hands speechlessly, he took out the necklace from his neck and handed it to the Emperor,

"I suggest that if Malcador scolds me again next time, he should at least avoid me."

"I also hope you won't be astonishing anymore, Hades."

Malcador said with a sneer, and Hades immediately opened his mouth to retort,

"What did I say? I rarely speak, and it's always the truth—"

"Not as good as Macragge?"

Hades was suddenly stuck, and then words such as "I am telling the truth, you are right, old man, you are going too far" came out of his mouth.

Although Hades is still not used to the Emperor's grammar, Malcador and the Emperor are used to his... probably because he talked a lot, the Emperor silently removed the wire from the wire. little finger bone, and then placed it on the coffee table in front of the three of them.

"Whoever you point your finger to, enlighten Guilliman."

Malcador let out a huge sigh, and the old man patted his leg helplessly,
"You always do, my lord, you can't—"

The emperor blinked, a rare smile appeared in his eyes, he looked at Hades,

"What do you think of this idea, Hades?"

Hades opened his mouth, huh?So casual?

He glanced at Malcador, who was obviously speechless and closed his microphone. Hades paused...

"Yes—but let me turn."

"it is good."

The Emperor readily let it out,
"Two to one, Malcador, you lost."

He looked at Malcador, and Malcador's eyes seemed to be strangling Hades to death. He always thought that Hades was a representative of reason. Why is he acting so recklessly at this moment?Shouldn't he have joined Malcador in persuading the Emperor?Didn't he know that this game would always be the Emperor's victory - that guy had psychic powers.

The guy with psychic power is now proudly holding tea,

But Hades didn't seem to feel Malcador's resentful gaze, he was concentrating on looking at the little finger bone at the moment, with his hand on it,

"Three, two, one—start."

The finger bones spun on the coffee table, and the smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth dropped imperceptibly, but he still looked like he was sure of winning.

But Malcador didn't say a word, and looked at the emperor with a serious expression. Small crackling lightning bolts began to appear around him, and frost quickly climbed up the water in the teacup.

And Hades didn't seem to know anything about it, and he still looked nervously and expectantly at the rotating little finger bone, and its speed began to slow down.

"Macado,"

Hades suddenly spoke,
"Don't insult me ​​in front of me next time, or I won't help you."

Malcador was taken aback for a moment, and he instantly understood what Hades meant. The old man gritted his teeth and grunted in agreement—the next moment, that familiar and nauseating feeling enveloped him.

The smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth disappeared completely, and the faint golden light instantly lit up, time was running out, he was about to—

The psychic energy around Malcador instantly exploded, and he directly held down the psychic energy that the emperor was protruding forward.

He looked at Malcador, who was showing a mocking smile at the corner of Malcador's mouth at the moment,
The Emperor directly wiped away Malcador's psychic energy, and he quickly reached forward——

"Nyos, it's you."

The phalanx had stopped and was pointing straight at the Emperor. Hades seemed to know nothing, pointing at the phalanx and looking at the Emperor with a smile.

The corner of the emperor's mouth twitched, and in the end he didn't say anything, he put down the teacup on the coffee table abruptly, then got up and left.

Hades and Malcador turned their heads to see him off.

After the Emperor left, Malcador sighed weakly.

"How did you do it, Hades? Your black domain just cuts off psionic energy, so you can't do what psionic energy can do? Don't tell me you're just gambling on luck."

Hades slowly wrapped his necklace and put it on.

"I am a first-class casting master, Malcador."

Hades picked up a snack from the snack box,
"Give me the shape of the object, its mass, the friction coefficient of the plane, the wind speed - and I can figure out how to play. This is science, Malcador."

"It's science, you two psionic jerks."

Malcador felt his liver start to throb with anger again, but Hades... Malcador was still unable to refute Hades as always.

In the end, he could only watch Hades quickly consume Macragge's snacks, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

　4k words, no more today! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)