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

Chapter 609 58. Disgusting each other
Maccado took a sip of tea, lowered his eyes, and stared at the fading reflection in the tea cup.

Frankly, he didn't like the image.

But there are always people who like nostalgia.

He raised his head and looked at the Lord of Humanity, who had a normal expression.

It's just calm on the surface.

Perhaps ordinary people can't discern the emotions behind Neos's mask, but Malcador can. He sees the undercurrent under the calm sea surface——

No Warp being can face it calmly, none.

Especially when it wakes up again, the former ants have already grown into giants driven by appetite. Perhaps they could have used the light they radiated to cover up the unhappiness...

but now……

Malcador fell silent. He felt that the body he controlled was tense. The knuckles holding the tea cup turned white. He heard the footsteps approaching from far away...

But Hades is certain that this is Malcador.

At that moment when the darkness peeked out, Malcador thought of a cold joke at an inappropriate time——

………………

But reason will always defeat reality.

"Nios? And Malcador?! Long time no see!"

He is shrouded in powerful psychic energy. This may be some kind of psychic possession. Hades doesn't know. He doesn't understand psychic energy.

The scene of the reunion of the three former friends once reminded him of the conversation in the orbit of Perfect City, but now...he was no longer the same.

They made a tacit agreement that no one answered, acquiescing to Hades' request.

because……

This pain was not borne by him alone.

He wanted to vomit.

He watched helplessly as the tentacles stretched out from the darkness, reaching toward them clumsily but extremely quickly.

Hades suppressed the doubts in his heart for the time being. Most of his willpower was now focused on self-control.

The brilliance of the Emperor and the Golden Throne is too dazzling. For Hades, it is like an apple dripping with gold, but it is too hot. While exuding an alluring fragrance... it is also burning. Looking at Hades.

Compared to the Emperor, Malcador's aura was much more familiar and gentle.

The darkness walked in cheerfully and easily.

It has a nose, eyes, blood, flesh and skin.

Don't swallow it all.

Fortunately, the remaining two are still intact.

Then...I heard that...darkness...

Hades smiled and looked at the two old friends who seemed to have sound hands and feet. He saw a tired middle-aged man sitting on the golden throne, but the good news was that Neos was not a skeleton.

——This is not half as painful as Hades caused him.

Malcador recalled an afternoon tea 48646 years ago. When he was still young, he was invited to join a small subculture exchange meeting among immortals. He witnessed people scrambling for rotten and occult food. The restaurant was destroyed. Surrounded by the corpses of his own race, his senses were amplified under the influence of psychic energy - he once thought it was the most disgusting thing he had ever experienced in his life. He would not even suffer from the pain of the half-dead fermented human bodies in the trenches and could face it. The strange liquid food that faces the niche culture without any change, or a handful of viscous liquid in the rotten world - but in fact -

………………

Malcador's eyes met the Emperor's for a nanosecond, and Malcador was convinced that the Emperor too was caught in a maelstrom of doubt and pain.

Malcador only lowered part of his strength here to control the body. Malcador felt the muscles under his robe begin to twitch subconsciously.

Hades slowly put away the dark realm of temptation. He finally remembered where this familiar feeling came from...Makado...

Maybe he shouldn't be so obsessed with success.

There were also some meaningless emotions and condolences, but these simple notes were dissolved into the slowly rising black tide.

Amidst the waves of negative emotions, he heard the footsteps stop. Instructed by the emotions of the Lord of Humanity, the Forbidden Army decisively stopped Hades.

It also requires more self-control.

Hades pressed the Black Domain, and he felt dizzily that another part of his body was awakening. The Star God was greedy for souls, while the Black Domain wanted more spiritual energy - the two created a wonderful chemistry in his body. reaction, which reminded Hades of the curses the deceiver once cursed at him.

The imperial army retreated, and the being began to climb,
Malcador's dizzy ears heard nonsense like "Neos, Malcador! Can I use the black field to explore first?"

Ten thousand years later, Malcador's spiritual power was noisy, but also much more powerful.

This disgust overtook his reason for a moment, and the emperor couldn't help but question whether his plan really required such an [existence] - maybe he should have given this good job to the Lord of Change instead of playing in person.

... Hades took a deep breath, stabilized himself, regained his senses, and looked at the two old friends in front of him.

Malcador was painfully aware that even if it befell this body, the pain brought to him by the Black Tide was super-sensory, a disgust that transcended all experiences, was based on the laws of subspace and was higher than the laws of subspace.

He shouldn't have drank so much tea just now.

Then there was Malcador, who was sitting next to Neos and drinking tea calmly. Hades saw a red-haired figure hidden under the hood, and he immediately recognized him - he was one of the few people who had not been on Buz's wanted list. Member of the Interior Ministry.

But why do those ships have Malcador's psychic powers?

This was perhaps the closest the Lord of Mankind ever came to standing up.

The Lord of Mankind sat calmly on the throne, as quiet as a sculpture.

Malcador maintained a mysterious posture of drinking tea, and Hades caught a glimpse of his hand holding the cup trembling slightly.

Hades remembered that he had already said hello once.

But neither of them paid any attention to him.

...?
"Nios?"

Hades shouted tentatively, and the emperor blinked slowly, looking at Hades with seemingly out-of-focus pupils.
"Long time no see, my... friend."

Hades laughed. The Emperor was still awake and intact, and his psychic powers did not look like he would transform into the God Emperor. Except that Neos looked a little pale now - this might be squatting on the toilet. The sequelae caused by it over time.

"Long time no see, and Macado,"

Hades looked at Malcador. He could not describe his feelings now. He thought of Malcador in the illusion ten thousand years ago... He had desperately realized that because of his own reasons, Malcador might never be the same again. exists.

But now Malcador was sitting in front of him, drinking tea.

Hades watched with confusion as Malcador coughed violently. The old man coughed and was out of breath.
Hades turned around, squatted down and wanted to pat the old man's back, but Malcador slapped his hand away.

The moment he turned around, Hades missed a trace of happiness and regret in the emperor's eyes.

"It's not necessary...cough cough cough! Long time no see...Hardy..."

"Long time no see! Malcador, I thought I would never see you again—"

"Stop!!!" Malcador suddenly stopped coughing, "Change your title. Don't call it this title anymore. You can use any code name. Don't call it that again!" "You don't look like you imagined. It’s easy to do.”

The faint voice of the Lord of Humanity sounded from behind Hades and said to Malcador.

Malcador laughed, "Then you can tell us your real name, the great Emperor, I think-"

He hesitated in his words. Malcador looked at Hades, who immediately spoke,
"Wandering soul, just wandering soul."

"I think the wandering spirit will be happy to call you by your real name."

"No need to go to such trouble, I have already exchanged a copy of my past identity with him."

The Emperor said, he was silent for a moment, "Wandering Soul, please take a seat."

Hades stood up silently and turned around. In front of the Golden Throne, on the empty platform, except for the psychic chair where Malcador was sitting, and the golden toilet of the Lord of Humanity, there was no other one. There's room to sit.

"..."

Hades opened his hand, but the emperor still had that calm expression - he had always been like this,
"Please."

the Emperor repeated again.

If it were anyone else, Hades might think he was here to cause trouble maliciously, but this is the master of mankind.
"Okay," Hades raised a hand, emerald lightning flashing at his fingertips, "then I'm not welcome."

Tens of seconds later, a silver metal sofa the size of Hades appeared.

Hades sat down and looked at the Emperor and Malcador, "It seems I don't have to expect anything to drink?"

Makado laughed first,
"I can go out and treat you to a feast after this, Wandering Soul, but now... your demands are a bit high."

The old man's eyes were piercing. He and the Emperor had both witnessed the scene where Hades used the power of the Void Dragon. He was right. Hades, who had defeated the Deceiver, must have begun to become proficient in the Star God's abilities.

It's too valuable...not to be given up easily.

Malcador began to laugh at himself again for being shaken just now.

This is the sharpest and most immortal black sickle in the treasury of the Lord of Mankind.

Hades raised his hand and wiped the lower half of his face. A metal mask appeared. He swallowed and said dullly,
"I look forward to your hospitality, Lao Ma, but you...you don't have to come with me then."

Old, horse.

Makha took one more breath, sipped his tea,
"Why not?"

Hades paused. He didn't know whether to tell the story of that time in the illusion, but his current situation needed to be known to the Emperor and Malcador.

"Offended, Lao Ma, but for my personal reasons... you look..." Hades's voice became smaller and smaller, like a fly. "Tastes good? I didn't want you to appear with the food, I'm sorry." ,but……"

A chuckle.

From the Lord of Mankind.

Malcador ignored the Emperor's provocation, realizing that perhaps the pain came not just from Hades's essence, but from his non-existent soul.

"...Is your condition getting worse?"

But it's...a necessary compromise.

"Wandering Soul," Malcador sighed, "your situation was not optimistic during the last meeting ten thousand years ago."

"Does the empire know my current status?"

Hades asked in surprise, but Malcador shook his head.
"Any creature looking at you from the perspective of subspace will realize that something is wrong with you."

Makhado brought the tea and took a sip.
"And now, your condition looks even more abnormal - but it seems that you can still control yourself...but you are a bit bigger."

Hundreds of millions.

He watched Hades's expression become serious. Hades paused, then looked at the Emperor and Malcador to explain,

He did not doubt Macado, who smiled behind his teacup.

……

"...That's it," Hades said with a sigh. He glanced at the honest red stone on his waist, "I almost swallowed Magnus's fragments several times, and later I met the Star God Deceiver..."

He swallowed and glanced at Malcador guiltily.

Machado said nothing and continued to sip tea.

"Fortunately, I stopped in time. All this is thanks to Lao Ma. Maybe you don't know, but ten thousand years ago, when Lao Ma went to save me... I saw him in the fantasy realm,"

Hades paused. He turned to look at Malcador, his expression became serious.

"Ma...Old Ma, I really appreciate you."

Is this your plan, [Emperor]?
The Lord of Humanity is silent, sitting on the golden throne, using the fragments of your past and dead self to earn the trust of your former best friend?
He felt a little sad, but he was also impressed by the emperor's courage to endure his own instinct and mediate with Hades.

Back then, Malcador took Hades through various subspaces and sailed through subspaces in this way.

Perhaps Hades can also be temporarily handed over to Malcador... He should trust Hades's wisdom. Hades will hinder Malcador's plan and continue to consume Malcador's energy and power.

But Malcador, who was entangled in strength and a little obsession, would not give up the goal of Hades easily.

The Lord of Humanity's expression remained unchanged, and his current faith was shunted away by Malcador, who deliberately took his power, which meant that some information was shared between them.

...The Lord of Mankind admitted that it might be a bit tricky for him to manage Hades now.

Hades will disperse part of his will and power. This is an unnecessary sacrifice at the moment when he is preparing to mediate with the Lord of Change. He can give this part of the sacrifice to an unfaithful minister, but it is best to be reliable. Heir... When will Mortarion return?
The Lord of Mankind explored psychic powers, but still failed. The Pale Lord refused the Lord of Mankind's blessing. After Sanguinius was broken, Mortarion became even more resistant to the Emperor's power.

I hope Mortarion returns soon, the Emperor thought, but among the Eldar troops in the garden, there may be Malcador's eyes and ears - Malcador does not want to let the Pale Lord return and occupy Hadi Sri Lanka's energy.

Malcador...he is too persistent.

In addition to his plan, Malcador was also shaped by his past obsessions and desires. The power from the subspace made him obsessed with [control] and [collection]. This is what the [King] must do in the subspace. prepared authority.

The emperor thought about it and saw Malcador put down his tea cup. The old man sat up straight and looked at Hades seriously.
"I know what you want to say, I know what you have experienced, soul of the dead... because... I have also experienced it..."

Malcador spoke softly, and the Emperor looked on coldly. The flames of the Ministry of Internal Affairs were burning fiercely, but there were no more screams, only the fire burned silently.

This was all to get the Emperor out of Malcador's way.

… He may not have to be so extreme.

The Lord of Mankind has done too many things, walking together and betraying him midway. Now that their cooperation has not yet begun, Malcador can go with him for a while...

...Perhaps this is also Malcador's obsession.

At the very beginning of ten thousand years, he was still actively reforming the imperial system...

"I know, Hades..."

Hades held his breath, waiting for Malcador's words.
"Rice cooker."

Malcador watched calmly as Hades coughed and fell in front of him.

(End of this chapter)