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

Chapter 96 86. I comfort this, you comfort that

Black smoke was coughed out by the tank in circles, and the engine made a humming sound.

Hades stood there scratching his head, and immediately turned off the radio transmission just now.

The coughing sound of the tank became smaller.

".Feel sorry?"

Hades sent a binary radio wave tentatively,

The black smoke spewed out again, straight at Hades' face.

Hades wisely chose not to hide,
"Cough cough cough cough cough!"

The thick smoke with the smell of engine oil dissipated, Hades took a deep breath, and then continued to type the telegram in his brain,

"That. Sorry, I thought you guys liked it like this."

"Love a hammer!"

"What misunderstanding do you have about Machine Soul, kid?!"

It then sent Hades a binary swearword package.

Hades is not annoyed, compared to those who can't say what they think after turning eight corners, he has great affection and tolerance for these straightforward things.

After all, the other party just threw you a bunch of swear words, not a bomb.

"Sorry sorry."

When the old car finally stopped panting, Hades still kept comforting it,
"."

"Boy, I haven't seen your livery, which legion do you belong to?"

"Death Guard, formerly Dusk Raiders."

Raiders of the Dusk. It knew them, and these Space Marines who liked ground combat were to his liking.

But it looked at Hades whose face was covered in black smoke.

Alas. One generation is not as good as one generation, and one generation is not as good as one generation!

"You're the only Death Guard?"

Hades nodded,
"Yes, it's still in the running-in period of the legion, and most people don't want to come to Mars."

"Then why are you here?"

Hmm. Hades scratched his head.

"Because I think I kind of like mechanics and stuff."

"you?!"

The old car just wanted to spray him with exhaust gas again, but it thought about it and held it back.

In fact, apart from the kid's disrespectful behavior at the beginning, he really didn't do anything else, and kept apologizing.

But... wait? !
"You kid? I can't feel your soul?!"

Ah, Hades was taken aback.

"I'm a special untouchable."

Untouchables as tech sergeants? !

He's crazy?The machine soul will feel uncomfortable when it sees the untouchables!

The old car suppressed the annoyance of being quarreled just now, and looked at the death guard carefully again.

Apart from the fact that it doesn't please his eyes, it really doesn't have that disgusting feeling.

But the other party really can't feel the soul.

The old car was silent.
Since he was the first person sent by a legion to study, and he insisted on coming, it turned out that he was an untouchable person. It's better not to hit the opponent.

"Well, I'll send you a compressed package, and you can play this when you use the machine in the future."

"Normal double speed, no copying allowed!"

In fact, Lao Che also knows about machine spirits, and they exist only in the hope that users can use them to complete their missions.

The rituals of Mechanicism only make them feel a little bit relieved.

Just use them well.

Treat your mechanic seriously, give it respect, and let it do what it was born to do.

Except for the special machine souls, as long as the user does the above points, the machine souls will be used by you.

Old Che wrote a paragraph earnestly and earnestly, and then sent it to Hades.

This is a string of encrypted language, and it will take a long time for Hades to decipher the meaning of this sentence.

Before that, he only needs to play this passage to the machine that needs to be operated.

The old car can't guarantee that this will make its kind feel happy with Hades, but at least it won't make them swear at him.

It's okay, it's old, let it sleep, don't find this kind of person to torture it anymore!
"Boy, you will tell them the sages of Mechanicum later, put me on hold, or dismantle me, don't use me as a teaching aid again."

"Also, tell the Sage of Jordan that I hate him and that he should let me die on the battlefield!"

Instead of draping a bunch of funny fabric around here and listening to them fuck off!
The bird servant of the old car turned around, seeing that he lost his temper at the death guard just now, and he wanted the other party to help him pass the message later, let him remind him again.

An encrypted sentence was sent, and Hades blinked.

"Okay, thank you for reminding me, I actually noticed it too."

All right, this kid is not stupid.

The roar of the engine gradually died down, and the old car shook as if it was completely scrapped, and there was no more sound
The completely abnormal scene, those technical sergeants in the distance were alarmed.

Two Imperial Fists and Iron Hands walked over one after the other, while the rest continued to watch from a distance.

Apart from the Iron Warriors, the two who walked towards Hades were elite technical soldiers, and they were also the most familiar with the existence of Machine Souls.

Of course, where there is the Fist of the Empire, there will be no Iron Warriors, so the Iron Warriors continued their welding learning as if there was air on Hades' side.

Jin-306 also nervously got out of the pile of metal that had just disappeared, but when he saw the other two space warriors, he stood aside cautiously as the background.

"Brother of the Death Guard, what happened to you here?"

Emperor Fist Heslop's deep voice sounded.

"what."

Hades stuck a bit,
"Well, the car says it hates Sage making him work."

?

Imperial Fist Heslop and Iron Hand Kano looked at each other.

While pretending to be dead, Jin's screen also displayed question marks.

What is this death guard talking about?Can he communicate directly with the machine soul? !

Terra, the royal palace.

They stand here now, in the depths of the earth.

The coolness of the soil touched them, and Malcador could feel the cold air seeping through the gaps in his clothes.

The death-like figure was now standing inside the first door, and the black arch was pressed down, imprisoning everything.

The Grim Reaper stared fixedly at Malcador, staring at this incomprehensible everything.

"So the truth of the Great Crusade is a regime composed of wizards?"

Malcador sighed, and the thin wizard motioned to Mortarion, hoping that they would leave here before talking.

However, the primarch did not move at all, and his right hand twitched unnaturally. Based on the primarch's muscle trajectory, Malcador judged that Mortarion had a high probability of wanting to strangle him.

Malcador swallowed back his subconscious sigh, otherwise Mortarion would immediately carry out his plan and kill what he thought was a wizard.

He is now unarmed, the tamer of wild beasts.

But Malcador is also a well-informed and wise man, he knows what to say, what to do, and to use the skills of language.

"Mortarion."

he whispered,
"This is not for a wizarding regime, in fact, it will end the history of psykers."

Death looked at him suspiciously.

"Think about it, when human beings no longer need astropaths to guide the course of the subspace, and no longer need to sail in those chaotic subspace channels."

"That's what he's trying to do now—"

"I want to see the Emperor."

Mortarion interrupted Malcador neatly. Even though some actions of the old man had won his favor earlier, this was not a reason why Mortarion could forgive him for concealing witchcraft.

Malcador frowned indistinctly.

"He's not here, he's busy with things that need him to worry about more."

"So I'm not something he needs to worry about?"

"I know what you're thinking, I'm a dirty Babarus farmer who might betray you in the future,"

"So you imprisoned me here, using learning as a bait and using the Legion as a threat,"

"right?"

The Grim Reaper approached him soundlessly, and the shadow enveloped him, overlooking him.

The pungent gas choked his throat.

Death's hand is shaking, he wants to harvest life.

If it were someone else, they would have already knelt down trembling in the strong anger of the Primarch.

But Malcador didn't, he just sighed again, and then said softly,

"If you don't believe my answer, then you can ask your friends."

"friend?"

Mortarion froze.

Hades?
"What's none of his business? We're just illiterates from a single planet. What does he know about your plans?"

"Do you really believe he's just an ordinary Barbarian?"

Malcador stared at Mortarion.

Mortarion fell silent.

Now Malcador has regained control of the conversation

"He was lucky and he was chosen."

Malcador started walking towards the way he left, and the Primarch silently followed.

The trainer continued to scatter bread on the road, the prey picking up behind him.

"Of course, he is also unfortunate."

"But so far, he's gone pretty well."

But the road ahead they can do nothing.

He could also prepare the last few things for the Emperor's Chosen.

"You know your friend's constitution, Mortarion."

"His constitution was his gift and his curse."

"Hades knows this, the Emperor has seen him."

Malcado weighed his words carefully and spoke slowly,
"Then he...then why is he?"

Mortarion asked stubbornly,
"Because he knows that humans have no choice."

Malcador answered fluently.

"It's not that we used him, but that he wanted to change something, so he chose us."

"Of course, at present I have not found any motive for your friend to do so."

Malcador carefully laid language traps,
"Otherwise, maybe our conversation will go more smoothly."

hades motivation
The figure of the steadfast one who followed him to the top of the mountain and liberated Barbarus.

for humanity.

Mortarion fell silent again.

Malcador sighed,
"So that's what we're doing."

"Didn't he suggest that you keep the think tank of the Death Guard? Keep these and develop these, just to better get rid of psykers in the future."

A brief silence.

It's time to change the subject.

Malcador quickly assessed Mortarion's profile—

Perhaps his shortcomings in the eyes of others are his strengths.

You can give it a try.

"At the end of the Emperor's plan are those beings who will free humanity from the Warp."

"And protect the souls of men."

"His intentions are always human."

Malcador clenched on these words, as if grasping the last few straws on the cliff.

The Grim Reaper laughed, and the voice corroded by the poisonous gas echoed in the empty corridor,
"I see,"

"You trust me, don't you?"

"That's why you said that."

"He's looking at humans, so...someone will be dumped by him—"

"like me?"

Death is not angry but smiles,
"If the Emperor promises me death and men, then I accept it gladly."

Malcador breathed a sigh of relief.

Coming from a world with a cult of death, this Son of the Emperor never believed in glory or reward.

He also never believed in gifts given to him for no reason, unless they bore thorns that made him suffer.

He only stubbornly believes in a bleak future.

Then show him the real despair behind the Great Crusade.

Then show him the Emperor's ruthless determination.

After the magnificent army and brilliant achievements, human beings have already fallen into quicksand.

Time is running out,

Every second counts.

"The gaze of the subspace is everywhere, what you just saw is his true painstaking effort"

The tall Primarch followed the stooped wizard away, and behind them, the black arches stood silent, sleeping and waiting for the future.

"what?"

"A letter from Terra?"

Hades, who was scooping porridge with a spoon in one hand, gave a sudden meal.

He's currently sitting at a dining table, surrounded by Techmarines from the Imperial Fists and Iron Hands.

In the distance, the wild wolf Manning looked here with resentment from time to time.

Hmm. Hades also wanted to bring Manning over, but Di Fist and Iron Hand didn't welcome wild wolves very much.

The servitor still held the letter high in both hands, waiting for Hades.

Hades blinked and picked up the plain letter.

The technical sergeants around him began other conversations in tacit agreement.

[how have you been?
I talked to that psyker, Malcador, and the Empire appreciates the Death Guard's policy.

He promised to provide some male untouchables for the early stage of Death Guard, but asked us to build a special anti-psychic team.

And the follow-up uncontactable persons need to be found by ourselves.

This coincides with our original idea.

The leader of the anti-psychic team is of course you.
-
What was crossed out here, Hades couldn't see clearly. -
But the cunning psyker only pays lip service to these things for now.

"The time has not come."

That's what he said.

That's why I hate these psykers, they always trick us with ambiguous language.

Malcador said that he would come to Mars in a few years and asked me if I would like to go to Mars to discuss some backup equipment for the Death Guard with the sages.

He said that most of my brothers have been to Mars, and have also reached some private agreements with Mars.

Maybe you can do it for me, what's your opinion?
——Mt]

Hades took another sip of the porridge while watching. Malcador actually suggested that the Emperor form an anti-psychic team, but the related work was too trivial, and the Emperor's Custodian and the Silent Sister actually also had anti-psychic powers. effect, so give up.

To be honest, the psychic enemies encountered in the Great Crusade are actually a small number, and most of them are enemies of the physics department.

Even if you encounter psionic energy, as long as you rely on the accumulation of firepower, you can still chew this bone of psionic energy.

No matter how bad it is, Magnus's psychic legion is also the choice of the empire when it meets a psychic opponent.

So in fact, whether it is an empire or a legion, building a team of anti-psychics alone is actually quite thankless.

Put it now, just two words, tasteless.

But if we take a long-term view, the anti-psychic team is quite necessary again.

Currently the Emperor and Malcador are involved in the expedition and the webway, and their top priority is to believe in completing the webway before it happens.

Therefore, it seems very reasonable to find a legion and outsource all these things, occupying the internal resources of the legion.

If it was another legion, I would probably still be muttering the order of the empire in my heart, but if it is the death guard
It can only be said that it went both ways.

However, it is estimated that the Empire's Great Crusade indicators for the Death Guard will not be reduced because of this.

Then Hades reacted!

Then Mortarion pushed the matter to him again, so Hades wasn't the one who did the work in the end? !

Hades nearly spewed the porridge.

The result of the half-day discussion between the two of you is to find me something to do, give me some untouchables in the early stage (not even really agreed to it), and then ask me to grind, right?
Hades resentfully asked for another bowl of porridge.

And he couldn't refuse at all, after all, he was the one who first suggested that Mortarion start building an anti-psychic team in the Death Guard.

But this is different from what Malcador proposed. If the empire's hand reaches in, then they most likely control not only the psykers encountered by the Death Guard
With a little resources, take care of a bunch of bad things.

What is pain and happiness, what is Empire 007?
This is!
The other traversers are enjoying themselves anyway, so why is he either studying or working overtime here?
Emperor Fist Heslop glanced at Hades strangely. After receiving the letter, the death guard's mood swings were obviously great.

He spoke suspiciously,
"Are you all right, Brother of the Death Guard?"

"I'm okay."

Hades, who had already seen that he would die from overwork in the future, showed a weak smile.

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