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

Chapter 656 104. The Unexpected Visitor

"So your idiot superiors are planning to completely remodel the Endurance using Necron technology?"

Karas looked like a dead man. In fact, he always looked like this. They didn't have to worry about whether Typhon was really unwell.

Anyway, he has been like this for ten thousand years and there is no problem.

Buzz, who was sitting opposite Karas, wanted to say something, but Karas interrupted him with a sigh.
"casual."

Typhon said, and he signed the logistics and management handovers he was responsible for, then raised his hands in surrender.
His right hand was still in a cast, but that did not affect his ability to review documents with his left hand.

"Tell them, especially your father, that he is a jerk, and that is all I can say about this program and him."

It's really difficult, Buzz thought. He already has a lot of support on Terra, but on the Death Guard side, he is always suppressed by these old guys.

But he really couldn't beat them, alas.

The Primarch and Hades probably sent him because they were afraid of Karas' indiscriminate attacks.

Boots gave a business-like smile.

"The Primarch himself has approved of this project."

Buzz said calmly,
"Then he is also an idiot."

Karas said,
"Well, you can go now. Next, I am going to announce to all of our new recruits who hate evil, justice, and are unyielding that the Endurance, which they love so much that they want to worship every tile of it, will be contaminated by alien technology."

"This is the technology of Pluto Om Messiah."

"I declare Ohm Messiah to be an alien."

This is the reward for living long enough. Buzz smiled but his heart was not smiling. It was a miracle that such a bad old Deng had not been put in a sack and beaten.

If it were the Son of Hades, the Son of Hades Legion would definitely let him experience what a righteous beating is.

In fact, Buzz Bella had felt the warmth of the Chapter, led by an agile battle-brother who greeted him enthusiastically with a high-fiber sack.

"I will tell them the truth."

Booth was businesslike and decided to persuade Blake to do the tough job next time, but that guy was not so easy to fool, so he had to think of a way.

He hurriedly left Karas's temporary office. The sunny weather of Barbarus shone through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, sprinkling on the feet of the hurried pedestrians. From the Barbarus stronghold designed by the Primarch himself, one could see the vast fields at a glance.

Buzz couldn't help but slow down his pace and look at the flat land outside the window a few more times. The corn seedlings were swaying, and the breeze with the fragrance of soil seemed to brush across his cheeks.

The Death Guard's central base on Barbarus does not conform to the outside world's stereotype of them. In the eyes of the outside world, the Death Guard is always gloomy, closed and stubborn.

In fact, they are indeed like that.

But this tall, gray-white stronghold with a bit of postmodern art style is not the "ordinary" style of the Death Guard. Large areas of bulletproof viewing windows are used to provide better lighting.

The first floor is completely open, interacting with the fields outside. On the most complete circular lawn on the first floor is the only statue here. It is not of the Primarch himself, nor is it Pluto, or the Death Guard. It looks like an image of a local auxiliary army. The sculpture kneels on one leg, kissing a handful of soil in its hand, and looks like it is crying with its head buried. It has a standard military bag on its back and its leggings are tied tightly.

The west side of the building is half-inlaid into the largest Hades church on Barbarus, which is integrated with the former black stone obelisk. The sharp Gothic church is built directly with large pieces of black stone without any secondary coloring, pure matte black.

But the people who usually come here most often are not the Death Guard sub-regiments, but the nearby farmers and military academy students. The Hades Church provides people with free breakfast, dinner, and a place to stay.

What surprised Buz even more was that, except for the steep and rugged Hades Church embedded on the west side, the exterior of this gray-white building had no edges or corners, and the original body used design and arcs to transition those sharp points.

You can't even tell from the outside that this is a military base. There are no identifiable gun holes or radar matrices...

This is really, really not like Mortarion, but it is indeed Mortarion's work.

Perhaps the Primarch placed some of his expectations for the future in such a building. Mortarion did not explain, but perhaps someone had asked him why.

In short, it was really bright here, several times brighter than the dark corridor on the Endurance, which made Buzz, who was used to the architectural style of Macragge, feel refreshed.
Perhaps it was a little plain, without the dazzling colors, the exquisite tapestries and military mottos inlaid in gold frames of his hometown, but it gave people a sense of harmonious beauty, as if this big guy had walked out of the land of Barbaryus by himself.

Buzz blinked. Hades inherited Pluto's aesthetic taste. He thought this place was great, but - it was obvious that the American business school did not support him to continue with his reading comprehension.

He also arrived at his destination. Buzz stopped in front of the door and knocked three times respectfully.

"Enter!"

Hades' voice was heard, and Buzz pushed the door open to see Mortarion sitting at the Primarch's desk, Hades sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and eating fruit, and Trazyn walking around the room and picking up things automatically.

There was also an obviously flattered Mint Forging Sage, the current Death Guard Forging Master Sejou, and Black Butcher, who was sitting on the same couch with Hades, concentrating on the fruit in his hand.

"Yo, you've worked hard."

Seeing Buzz coming in, Hades picked up a fruit and threw it to him. Buzz caught it directly. He glanced at Mortarion, who looked gloomy behind the desk, and decided not to eat it for the time being.

He walked over in a proper manner and handed Karas' signed document to the Primarch, who didn't even glance at it, nodded, and signaled Buzz to stay alone.

So Boots decisively chose the spot behind Hades' sofa and stood there.

After the little episode, everyone in the room returned to the previous topic.

【You can give it a try.】

The Primarch crossed his arms, [A few numbers, I can provide a buffer for the crew. ]

"We will first conduct preliminary experiments in the Barbarus star field,"

Hades said, looking back at Mortarion.
"A few numbers... You mean you don't need to maintain these magic arrays, or a general think tank?"

[It’s a little difficult, but not impossible. ]

"Blasphemy!"

Trazyn sighed, and reached out to touch a certain alien skull in the Primarch's office. As it moved, white mist poured out of the skull's eyes. Trazyn wisely retracted his hand.

"I was still hoping you could solve the problem with the inertia-free engine, Hades."

The Endless One said so, and Hades smiled awkwardly.
“There’s nothing wrong with the technology itself,”

Hades said that the Necrons' inertia-free engines can be accelerated to their limit in a very short time to reach their maximum speed.

But the problem is that for organic matter, the acceleration is too great, and the pressure will directly turn people into a paste from the inside out.

This is not a problem of technology, but a limitation of the driver himself.

The cheapest and fastest way to protect the human body is...

Go to the subspace!

"The human body is too fragile,"

Hades said, "So live hard on our invincible Primarch."

Another idea is a crewless ship - purely AI-controlled. Hades has already submitted a project proposal to Terra for a semi-automated ship taken over by the Nirvana system. Whether it will pass or not depends on Old Huangtou.

Trazyn looked at Mortarion when he heard this. The Primarch who hated the aliens no longer hated them, but instead accepted them with pleasure.
[My domain can protect the lives within it.]

Mortarion picked up his pen and signed.

[Then it is passed.] Trazyn wanted to say something, but then he thought about the management rights of the three small tomb worlds that Hades had just given him. Well, it actually had nothing to say.

Three months, three small tomb worlds. Hades recently found Trazyn privately and finalized the subsequent plan for protecting cultural relics. The speed will be greatly accelerated after that.

Their idea is to use the undead troops they have taken over to automatically excavate "artifacts". The program is dead, but with the help of Trazyn and Hades, the computing power of the automatic machine souls they have taken over will be higher than that of the opponent.

Just like the underworld scarab, its numbers will explode exponentially.

Really fragrant.

The Endless thought, and strolled over to Hades' side.

Hades took the Forging Sage, the Forging Master and Trazyn to start negotiating the division and details of the next project. This part belonged to Hades. The Primarch took a deep breath and continued to approve the next documents with authority.

lie!

The Primarch was actually reviewing documents while secretly observing the competition between the two Hades, Black and Buzz. Are Hades such active and informal Space Marines? Obviously they should not be classified as a subordinate group of the Death Guard.

"The three docks can operate at 80 power at any time," Hades checked the report. "Okay, the remaining frigates can be assigned to Graeae and Adlai III."

Hades communicated with the two people in charge of casting for a while, and then agreed to meet again at three o'clock. The sage and the forging master left first. Trazyn hesitated for a while, and finally the protective paint on his fingertips was almost completely corroded by the white mist. The Endless One had to reluctantly find an excuse and leave.

The only ones left in the room were the Primarch, Hades and the two Hades. Hades was still immersed in the mobilization of materials for the construction of the Endurance, while the Primarch had already begun to blatantly watch the eye exchange between Black and Boots.

This was a magical experience. Mortarion perhaps understood the way people looked at him and the Death Guard. They were similar but completely different individuals. He should have had a good talk with the Forger of Sage Gold.

The channel lit up, and the Primarch slowly picked up the communication.

The sound rang several times.

【……approve.】

Mortarion said, then hung up the communication.

The Primarch quietly watched Hades immersed in the world of calculations (he didn't want to continue reviewing documents). After a while, Mortarion spoke,
【There is a visitor.】

"Who?"

Hades asked casually, it can't be Malcador, right? Malcador is weak now, and his old body can't stand any ups and downs, so Malcador probably won't take the initiative to get close to Hades.

On Terra, with the help of the Custodes, the Imperial Fists began to gather troops to prepare for the possible Eldar invasion.

Hades does not need to worry about this part for the time being. Judging from the situation, the fastest way to increase the combat effectiveness now is to restore the Death Guard - after all, they have the complete logistics of an entire star field.

In this regard, Hades was primarily responsible for introducing Necrons technology into the Academy of Athens.

[…The person you once made a promise to. ]

Mortarion said, and at the same time as the question mark above Hades' head appeared, there was another knock on the door.

Ah, this psychic power.

Hades thought as he looked up from between the piles of papers and saw the familiar Grey Knight.

Ahriman, the Thousand Sons of the past.

"how?"

Hades was a little surprised. Grey Knight? What happened again?
"Good afternoon, my Lords."

Ahriman, with his white beard, said this with a serious expression, like a true old wise man.

"Good afternoon, take a seat."

Hades said, Ahriman looked at him, then looked at Mortarion with some embarrassment,

【Listen to him.】

Mortarion said, but as Blake watched, Ahriman carefully chose another empty couch.

Ahriman swallowed, trying to ignore the darkness that made his soul scream, curse, and writhe.

"Lord Pluto, I heard that you have dealt a heavy blow to Chaos. The Grey Knights hereby offer their loyalty and respect to you. I hope your glory will cover the Grey Knights."

Hades waved his hand,

"No need to be polite, Thousand Son - are you here to take advantage of me? Or is there another troublemaker in the Star Torch Court or the Star Whisper Court that you can't deal with?"

"We have no such intentions," Ahriman hastily denied, though the polite words cut like a knife in his throat.
"Thank you also for giving the Grey Knights their power."

But Hades had given the Grey Knights real power. Ahriman had never seen his men so active. They were even more active than the Assassin's Court who were keen on conviction and skinning fanatics.

"Some psykers in the Torch and Singularities did show abnormalities due to the disturbance, but they are all normal. The Grey Knights have already eliminated them."

Hades knew that the psychics who accidentally "peeked" at the Storm Star Region that day seemed to be a little crazy, and the Grey Knights quickly took full charge of the matter.

Hades' sources of information were the Assassins' Court and Terra's Ultramarines civil servants, as well as the supply of goods from the Martian sages and news from the Academy of Athens forum, which indirectly confirmed this point.

In short, Ahriman did not lie to Hades.

"I don't think you came all this way just to report the mission and congratulate."

Hades sighed.

"What on earth is it?"

Ahriman took a deep breath, remembering the words of the Primarch Magnus... Actually, this was indeed not very similar to the impression he had of the Primarch... This Magnus was a little indecisive.

It was Magnus who suggested that they come to Hades, but he hesitated in front of the Death Guard stronghold because the Pale Lord's psychic energy was repelling him.

Magnus seemed a little worried and afraid of this Pale Lord who looked like he was not someone to be trifled with.

Currently, the Red King is wandering around in the fields near the Barbarus stronghold.

"We found a fragment of the original body, and we hope you can help us recover it."

Hades nodded, "Okay."

It would only take a while, Hades thought. After finishing breakfast and recovering the fragments of the original body, he could still have lunch without delaying the construction of the army.

"but……"

Ahriman paused.

"We observed that the fragment of the Primarch seemed to be fighting with two Necrons."

???

Hades was silent, Hades was shocked.

(End of this chapter)