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

just now.

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This isn't a very large space.

The simple meeting room had an outdated and rare mechanical clock hanging on the white wall, ticking monotonously. A flag hung from another wall, but it was plain and undecorated, with slightly yellowed edges.

A long table stood in the center of the room. The six company commanders sat on either side of the long table, while the chief commander of the Death Guard, the company commander of the First Company, sat on the shorter side, directly opposite the door.

Balasin.

Each person had a small lamp in front of them, the only source of light in the room. The dim yellow light hummed weakly, barely illuminating the already dark room.

"Please take a seat."

The person opposite, Balasin, spoke in a high-gothic Barbalusian accent, which sounded particularly strange. The unstressed syllables were emphasized, causing the phrase to be punctuated and halting.

He gestured for Hades to sit on the other side of the long table, facing him.

[Thanks.]

Fluent High Gothic.

Hades sat down.

A brief silence followed, and the clock on the wall began to tick.

[You don't seem surprised.]

Balasin looked at Hades, his tone calm.

[I've become somewhat aware of this unusual training method.]

Hades answered fluently.

[It was our rudeness; we didn't make proper arrangements.]

Hades blinked; he hadn't expected the other party to be so polite.

[No, no, no, I really enjoy training with everyone from Terra, and I've learned a lot of different tactics.]

Upon hearing Hades's reply, Balasin remained calm, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

Let's both be more honest.

[Hades.]

[A spirit from Barbarossa, right?]

Hades nodded.

It seems the other party has thoroughly investigated my affairs on Barbarossa. By saying this, they are both expressing sincerity and subtly demonstrating their power.

The other party is a hunter hidden in the shadows, while Hades is the prey that has already been exposed to the sunlight.

But the other party had no malicious intent; the demonstration was merely an attempt to increase their leverage.

The hunter spoke.

[As the former interim commander of the Twilight Raiders, and now the chief commander of the Death Guard, and the company commander of the First Company, I hope we can reach some agreements.]

[Speaking.]

[Please allow me to state our reasons first.]

[As you may already know, after each Primarch's return, the Legion's recruitment planet is generally changed to the Primarch's homeworld, and recruitment ceases on Terra.]

[This also means that we, from Terra, are destined to be a thing of the past.]

Hades remained still, waiting for Barasin to continue.

[However, the iteration of legions is not something that can be accomplished overnight; it is a long process, possibly lasting for hundreds of years.]

[During this period, every battle and every change meant a decrease in the Terran population.]

Our position will become increasingly marginalized.

Hades spoke, and damn it, his voice was a little hoarse.

[So you hope that after this, I can]

Hades thought for a moment and chose a word.

[Should we take care of these Terrans?]

The others, who had been frozen like statues, began to stir. Some blinked, while others looked away. Gara remained motionless.

But Barasin laughed, a smile spreading across his lips.

[It seems you weren't being overly modest, which makes our conversation much smoother.]

[Yes, yes, that's it, but it's not just that.]

His rare smile vanished again, and Balasin said seriously,

In fact, we need your help right now.

The others at the table also looked at Hades.

[Through contact with the Primarch, we realized that our Primarch might not appreciate us very much.]

He didn't use "Legion Commander," nor "Lord Mortarion," nor "Father."

Barasin was referring to the "original body".

Rebellion in the details.

Now it was Hades' turn, and he decided to probe the other party's intentions once more.

Hades raised an eyebrow.

[So, you want me to talk to Mortalian?]

Balasin remained silent.

Then he spoke again.

[Yes, you could say that.]

[We hope you can improve the Primarch's attitude towards us.]

A single misstep by the Primarch can mean the difference between life and death on the next battlefield.

I know this is very much against the rules within the Legion.

[But we've learned that some people have already done it.]

[Besides, you and that person have a life-or-death bond.]

Hades remained silent.

Although it was out of place, Hades always felt that he was some kind of pendant doll that had risen to power under the name of Mortarion.

Well, in a sense, it can be considered as fulfilling the wish he made in Barbaros.

Um.

No, no, no, now is not the time to think about these things.

Hades felt he was unlikely to be able to argue with Mortalian if it came to changing Mortalian's opinion of the Terrans, but if it was about getting Mortalian to stop deliberately eliminating the Terrans, Hades thought he could give it a try.

Hades countered with a question,

[These things don't change on the surface, so how can you guarantee that I've persuaded Mortarian?]

Balasin looked at Hades, his face calm.

We believe you won't.

Based on previous observations, whether Hades was faking it or genuinely meant it, he had already made his stance clear.

If Hades were sincere, he would have no reason to lie or hide anything and would naturally help the Terrans.

If Hades was faking it—

That's even simpler.

This means that Hades discovered the company commanders' ideas and chose to accept them.

In other words, he was waiting for Barasin's chips.

[If you're willing to help us, we can gradually transfer some control of the Terran community to you.]

The reason why Barasin initially chose Karastiphon was firstly because he had a good relationship with Mortarian, which fulfilled the first prerequisite.

The second prerequisite is...

He is very greedy.

Barasin understood him; no one is without greed.

Because of greed, he will not give up what he can get, nor will he easily give up what he already has.

If you lure him in with a portion of the Terran army's command, he will willingly want to continue expanding his power within the Terran army.

He will do his utmost to protect the Terran army from the Primarch.

His own treasures.

In this way, at least the Terran can be guaranteed not to be deliberately used as part of the Primarch's army and sent to high-intensity battlefields.

But that was Calastiffon.

Balasin looked at Hades opposite him. In the previous character profiles and analyses, Hades' image did not lean too much towards this.

In the profiles of Barasin and others, Hades is portrayed as a man who is meticulous in his inner thoughts but appears rough in his outward appearance.

At the same time, Hades is also very concerned about the direction within the Terran community.

But he didn't seem like someone who craved power.

Balasin sighed silently in his heart.

Hopefully, Hades was also a power-hungry man.

otherwise.

He is quite skilled at using incentives to win people's hearts, but otherwise, he would have to use those vague notions of "affection and loyalty" to win over the other party.

This is not something he's good at.

Hmm... it seems like we're going to Sanjiang today?

I really didn't expect so many people to enjoy reading my work. I never imagined the success I've achieved when I started this book.

Well, to be honest, since I don't pay much attention to these rankings on various websites, I don't really have a concept of this result yet ( ) _(:з」∠)_

So... basically, it means a lot of people read my book? Something like that?

Thank you to everyone who read my post! (≧▽≦)!! Thank you all for your support, otherwise I wouldn't have made it onto this list.

I will try my best. (_)

(By the way, it seems like we can ask for monthly votes these days? If anyone has extras, could you give me a few? ~(￣▽￣～)~)

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By the way, I tried my best with the intellectual battles; this was the limit of my mental capacity. It's not the characters' fault; they're smarter than me. Please bear with it.

Happy reading! (σ′▽‵)′▽‵)σ

Chapter 69 The Talks (Part 2)

The clock in the room continued its dutiful ticking, and in the dimly lit room, a yellowish glow seemed to sigh slowly.

Hades silently glanced around at the seven company commanders sitting around the long table, his expression blank, each of them staring at him with a serious and silent look.

They were waiting for his answer.

Hades remained silent.

He understands them.

The replacement of the Terrans by the Barbarosians is an inevitable outcome for this legion. Rather than resisting, it is better to find a representative in advance to minimize losses.