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

Following Hades' advice, Mortarian specifically sought out two Barbarosians to arrange matters after his departure.

One light and one dark.

"Yes, my lord."

“I will be leaving the Legion for a period of time, during which time I will entrust you with the affairs related to the Barbarians.”

Why not Hades?

If it weren't for Karas Typhon, Vox could be understood. Since the dueling arena incident, Karas has clearly been sidelined by the Primarch. Moreover, the Terran administration no longer has high hopes for Karas.

"I'm giving you four orders, and you must carry them out properly."

Vox remained motionless, awaiting the mission from the Primarch.

"First, keep an eye on every Barbarossa person."

"Secondly, train your abilities as soon as possible. I hope that when I return, there will be Barbarosians in the legion who can take on management roles."

"Thirdly, maintain close contact with the newly established gravedigger force and ensure that no one is troubled by the illusions again."

"Article Four,"

Motari settled in for a while.

"Try to manage the relationship between the Barbaros and Terras people as well as possible."

The Primarch's hoarse words seemed to still echo in the room, and Vox felt a chill run down his spine. Even though Lord Mortalian's current situation might not be entirely clear, he still went to arrange the Barbarus's behind-the-scenes management.

"Yes, sir. In the name of Barbaross, Death Guard Vox will not fail in his mission."

at the same time.

.

The familiar room, the familiar smell, except that only Barasin, Garo, and Fernando were present.

Hades blinked, and the mechanical clock ticked slowly.

"So, Mortarion is going to Terra alone now, while the Legion stays put and trains?"

Balasin nodded.

"Furthermore, the messengers of Terra request to see you."

It shouldn't be an arrest warrant, right?

If the Death Guard and Mortalian are mentioned around this time, and Hades himself is mentioned, then it's highly likely related to the previous visions.

Hades deduced that the other party had come to check their purity.

That doesn't matter. Under Hades's screening, the Death Guard team has shown no signs of corruption.

But for Hades himself, the only thing Hades is unclear about is the Empire's attitude towards him. Would they really execute the person who started this incident on the spot?

He thought about his own obituary. He had shed blood for the empire, he had served the emperor, no!

Hmm, that shouldn't be the case. At worst, they'll be captured and forced to do hard labor in Terra.

Putting those aside for now, Hades decided to first give Barasin and the others some warnings.

He looked at Balasin.

"I am optimistic about Carrastifont."

The silent black ship glided through space, slowly reaching its destination.

In the long, dark corridor of the Endurance, the Imperial Guards and the Sisters of Silence were walking.

The resounding, uniform footsteps echoed through the corridor, creating an unpleasant atmosphere.

In the conference room near the deck, Mortarion, fully armored, stood in the center.

Barasin and Hades, also dressed in full power armor, stood behind Mortarion and waited.

Hades felt a sense of familiarity with this scene.

The leading Imperial Guard stepped forward, gave a quick, light salute (the salute of a hawk), and before any response was received, or perhaps he didn't expect a response from Mortalian and the others, he quickly lowered the salute.

The Silent Sisters behind the Guards handed him a golden cube, and then the nuns retreated in an orderly fashion, moving away from the golden cube.

After the Imperial Guards placed the golden cube on the ground, a human projection appeared on the cube.

ordinary.

This was his first impression of Hades.

Like the most common administrative official in the empire, the visitor was a slightly hunched, thin old man, dressed in ceremonial attire with a plain-colored cloak over it, and wearing a smile on his face that didn't seem to come from the heart, the kind of smile that an official would give when going to do administrative business and then pushing you around.

However, he held a scepter, the tip of which was adorned with a golden eagle burning fiercely in the flames, gazing down at the people in the room.

Makado the Seal Bearer.

As if to show his sincerity, the old man slowly removed his hood with his wrinkled hands.

He looked at Mortarian, at the emperor's son who had just been found.

Then Makado's smile deepened.

"Hello, Mortarian, this is our first meeting."

"Please allow me to briefly introduce myself. I am a subject of the Emperor and am currently in charge of various administrative affairs of the Empire."

Mortarian did not move.

If Mortarian hadn't shown any malice towards the psyker he was meeting for the first time, then he had already demonstrated the utmost tolerance.

"That lord is still heading towards the universe and is busy with the war, so I will temporarily handle matters concerning you."

"original,"

Makado extends one hand, palm up, as if to show his sincerity.

“Your brother Horus would have been involved, but now I realize that something unexpected has happened, so I have to change the plans for the time being.”

When Hades said the word "accident," he swore that Makado definitely glanced at him.

“We will not pursue this matter; each legion has its own privacy.”

"But for the next period of time, the Death Guard will need to station a team of Silent Sisters on the outskirts of the Endurance."

"can."

Mortarian nodded.

Mortarian also hoped to allow the untouchables to stay on the Endurance for a longer period of time.

However, he still hopes to build his own team of untouchables.

Seeing that Mortarian agreed, Macardo released his hand.

"Then, please set off for Terra, Mortarion, where you will need to continue your studies."

"certainly,"

Makado's expression turned serious.

"This is also his will."

The heavy footsteps faded into the distance. Led by the Imperial Guard, the Primarch was about to depart, and the remaining company commanders also went to see him off.

The line of silent nuns, led by Barasin, also left to discuss the work ahead.

However, in the conference room, the projection of Macado on the golden cube was intermittent.

His eyes, perched above his hooked nose, stared at Hades, who was still standing there.

Well, according to Hades, there's a kind of beauty in Makado's eyes now, a beauty born from being forced to work overtime.

After the Primarch left, Macardo seemed to abandon his earlier formalities.

"You, an outsider."

Hades shuddered violently.

An outsider?!

He knows I'm not from this world?!

As if knowing what Hades was thinking, Makado's voice continued.

"Watch your mouth."

The old man looked at Hades with a mixture of helplessness and anger.

"I have met so many different kinds of people and managed a lot of talented people."

“But you, you, Hades.”

"You're the first person I've ever met like this."

Such a being, both intelligent and foolish.

Why did the emperor choose him?

Macardo knew that the Emperor was, after all, a human being, and that he too made mistakes.

But that is also the reason for his, Macardo's, existence.

With things as they were, Makado sighed softly.

It might not necessarily be a bad thing if what he tried so hard to hide was revealed to one of his offspring.

Next, Makado will need to confirm whether Mortarian can accept this information.

If it's not suitable.

"That's all."

He looked at the culprit.

"Now, go and contact the Death Guard's master craftsman and ask him to recommend you to be a technical sergeant on Mars."

"?"

"And don't reveal anything that happened on Deathguard, including our meeting."

Not all mechanical sages welcome the Empire.

"Store these memories in your left brain, and the machine teaching won't be able to detect them."

Hades was still completely confused, but Makado's patience seemed to have run out during his conversation with Mortarion. With a hum, the already intermittent projection came to an abrupt end.

ha?

The door opened, and a quiet nun walked in and took the golden cube.

Hades was left with a head full of questions.

Thank you so much for being the leader of the alliance, I will work hard!!

Thank you so much for being the leader of the alliance, Shanyi Shuiling! I will work hard!

(_) Current debt situation: 3 main story chapters + 2 side stories.

Hmm. A kind person told me that the name of the Gravekeeper was taken by the Terminator, so the author, who is terrible at naming, had to work overnight to find someone to help him think of a name.

But then I thought about it again. How about we change the name of the Terminator team? Please, I've tried my best to come up with a name (and there might be some plot developments related to this later on).

At the same time, some organizational structures were changed... Naming this place is really killing me!

The political commissar is the gravedigger, the think tank is the funeral attendant, and the chief think tank is the lamplighter.

Thanks again to Bvafn Clatzemann for the naming assistance.

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Chapter 87 Don't go, I'm scared

The roaring machinery of the foundry hall, casting day and night, churns out large quantities of materials—refined gold, ceramic steel, and plastic steel—which are broken down and reshaped into symbols of power within this behemoth.

The once bustling foundry hall was now only frequented by a few scattered technical soldiers.

Most of the Martian sages had already returned to the transport ship, but some biological sages and food science sages remained. They took their large and complex academic forces and stationed themselves on the rings of Barbarus, choosing to stay and transform this strange planet in the name of the Emperor or out of their own pursuit of knowledge.