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

Chapter 326. 315. Simple Chat

Naturally, the wailing and wailing of the Word Bearers ships could not be heard on the Glory of Macragge.

Guilliman glanced back, the corridor behind him was empty, and there was no one else.

So what was he feeling just now?

Malcador, who was crouched beside him, coughed, and the old man held his scepter and slammed it on the ground in a serious manner.

Guilliman tilted his head in confusion, and decided to continue discussing the topic with the Regent of the Empire. For Guilliman, the incident in the Perfect City was over. They were talking about the Warmaster. In fact, starting from the Battle of Randan, The name of [Warmaster] has already been quietly spread within the Primarch.

Except for those Primarchs who are far away from the center of the empire and don't care about their own reputation, most of the Primarchs have received news about the [Warmaster] intentionally or unintentionally.

Guilliman also had unrealistic fantasies, and not many Primarchs could resist the meaning behind this honor.

But after repeated rational weighing, Guilliman gave up this idea. Although the Ultramarines he led gained enough reputation in the empire's borders, and although the Ultramarines' five hundred worlds were a shining pearl of the Empire, Kiri Man himself's reputation among the Primarchs is not very good——

Moreover, he who burned the perfect city probably couldn't get further support from other primarchs.

Lorgar has a good relationship with Magnus and Perturabo, and he also has common topics with the wolf king Leman Russ.

And so far, the most competitive candidates for the position of Warmaster are Horus Lupekar, Fenus Manus, and Leon Johnson. high prestige.

Although the Archangel Sanguinius would also be a suitable candidate for the Warmaster in the hearts of the people of the empire, Sanguinius was very indifferent to the Warmaster itself, and the relationship between the Angel itself within the Primarch was not very good. Horus confided, while maintaining a more aloof relationship with the other Primarchs.

As for Guilliman himself, the Lord of Macragge strongly supported Fenus Manus to become the Warmaster. Guilliman admired the rigor and majesty of the Lord of Gorgon, which seemed to be rational like steel.

Guilliman did not disapprove of the other two candidates, but the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds could see clearly that the blood of Horus, the wolf god, was filled with pride—perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it arrogance;
The Lion King Zhuang Sen has an inhuman indifference and cruelty. For all brothers, the degree of "fear" may be a little higher in the awe of the Lion King.

But who will be the Warmaster in the end... Guilliman thinks that Horus is more likely to be. Compared with the other two, Horus obviously has a better relationship in the Primarch and is more respected.

Malcador looked at the original body who was obviously thinking. He ignored the commotion behind him and spoke silently,
"Risks and crises are always lurking around reputation and power. You can voluntarily give up the fight... Guilliman, this is really beyond my expectations, but I am very happy to see you make this decision."

Guilliman looked at Malcador, his blue eyes sparkled. After talking with Malcador and the Emperor, Guilliman's attitude towards the old man softened a lot.
[You don't seem to want to see us become Warmaster, Malcador, isn't this his will, why? 】

Malcador sighed,
"You can only see the shining crown, but you always ignore the sharp blade hanging on the crown."

"Or, you always think that you have the ability to hold that sharp sword."

Guilliman spoke slowly,
[I don't think my brothers would be happy to hear you say that about them. 】

"Then I apologize, but we are picking the man who can hold the blade, not a man who just thinks it looks better in a crown, not a child who thinks the crown represents approval by the Emperor."

Guilliman felt his cheeks burn slightly. The word Warmaster... For them, it really symbolized some kind of recognition, and it was the best to recognize that person.

But he doesn't show his embarrassment.

[Then I recommend Fenus Manus to you, Malcador, he is sensible and efficient-although he sometimes makes mistakes, but most of the time, he is always right, the most efficient one. 】

"I'm surprised that you would say such a thing. I have received your suggestion, and I will report it to my lord at the right time."

Malcador lowered his eyes, thinking about the complex interpersonal relationships of the Primarchs.

Guilliman, Fulgrim, and Vulcan support Fenus; while Angel, Khan, Perturabo, and Dorn support Horus; Wolf King and Alpha support Lion King...

As for the other Primarchs, Lorgar and Angron were too busy caring for themselves, Magnus was not interested in such topics, and Mortarion was paranoid about staying away from the Primarch's circle.

And what exactly is the consideration of the Lord of Humanity... Malcador believes that this monarch has incomprehensible stubbornness in some aspects.

[Makado, do you know which battlefield Feinus is on right now? 】

Guilliman asked abruptly, interrupting Malcador's thinking. If Fenus is now leading a magnificent battle and successfully won the victory, then the balance of victory will be more inclined to their side.

Malcador paused,

"Fenus Manus is now preparing to attack an Eldar world with Vulcan and Mortarion—according to the schedule of the Imperial Military Affairs Department, they should have reached the target planet."

Mortarion?

Guilliman suddenly remembered this unique brother, but in the next moment he turned around, stared at the still empty corridor, and shouted tentatively in doubt,
[Hades? 】

Malcador smashed his scepter on the ground again, and Guilliman realized what the old man had been doing.

Immediately afterwards, Guilliman's familiar head appeared at the corner of the corridor behind them, and Hades walked out with an embarrassed smile, followed by the Sister of Silence—but why is he so big?

Guilliman pupil earthquake.

Then he saw Hades coming over—he greeted Guilliman with a guilty conscience, Guilliman responded mechanically, Malcador began to reprimand Hades in front of Guilliman, and Hardes Diss began to refute the old man with an awkward smile.

Obviously, none of them cared about Guilliman's shocking views.

Perhaps it was a dream, Guilliman thought, and he should have known it was a dream the moment the Emperor smiled and talked to him.

But when he subconsciously grabbed Malcador's scepter and tried to swing it out to hit someone, Guilliman realized that this was not a dream.

Malcador's power was greater than he imagined.

But... great, at least he wasn't dreaming.

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Finally the two men calmed down, and Guilliman tentatively spoke.

【Hades?Why……】

"I don't know anything. Malcador invited me to dinner and I was paralyzed. When I woke up again, I found that I had become what I am now, and the death guard can't go back! It's all Malcador's fault, Old man Ma doesn't talk about Wude!"

The next moment, psychic lightning exploded, and Malcador abruptly pulled out the scepter that was blocked by Guilliman, and then Guilliman watched helplessly as the scepter slashed towards Hades. At that moment, there is an afterimage——

Hades turned around and ran away, but behind him, the carpet on the ship rose up and hit Hades hard in the face. Malcador's scepter waved closely behind him, huge His vengeance makes his scepter seem like the most indestructible club in the entire universe.

At a certain moment, Guilliman even felt sorry for the scepter, perhaps its original function was not to strike violently.

Presumably because the impact was too strong, Guilliman automatically fragmented the following fragments. He only remembered the golden light. When he recalled it again, he saw Hades standing very cautiously in front of him who was greatly shocked. Hades’s Next to him was Malcador, who was panting and gnashing his teeth.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make a joke to brighten the mood."

Hades said sternly.

Guilliman opened his mouth. He claimed to have a lot of knowledge, but this kind of thing is indeed rare-this is not quite like a mistake in a political scene, but more like a kind of evil between friends and friends in the traditional literary works he has read. The way of appearance...

No, friends may not be exactly the same as friends, but they should be like-minded.

But Guilliman still remembers talking to him about Barbarus, the Hades built by Macragge—professional, hopeful, and humorous. Guilliman admired this warrior, but Mortarion did not. Dissatisfied with the fact that Hades went out for diplomacy.

Seeing Hades who was secretly competing with Malcador, Guilliman decided to increase the proportion of the [Funny and Humorous] column to the highest level—no, he should create a separate level.

No, no, Guilliman realized that although the current scene shocked him, his thoughts should focus on why Hades became what he is now, instead of watching Malcador and Hades interacting with each other in a daze. beat up.

In a way, Hades' actions managed to deflect Guilliman's shock from the presence of Hades itself to Hades' actions.

Guilliman organized the words in his head briefly, and he realized that if he didn't speak again, he might never have the chance to speak,

Even with the shock, the part of Guilliman's politician was still functioning, and Hades' language and Malcador's response to it told the Primarch that the matter itself might not be that serious, and the level of secrecy was high.

Guilliman was allowed to know.

[I'm glad to see you again here, Hades, I still hope to get to know you again, and those just now...? 】

Guilliman smiled.

Malcador sighed loudly, the old man glanced at Hades, beckoning him to shut up, and then Malcador said,

"Hades is the master of the Order of Silence. This is a special case, Guilliman. If you are confused about this, you can try to compare it to the Custodians, but they are not the same in essence."

"At least the Forbidden Army won't be like this..."

Malcador was silent, he seemed to be picking a strong offensive word, but in the end the old man didn't speak, he was not Hades.

Malcador's words pulled back Guilliman's rationality, and he seemed to understand, a necessary leader of the anti-psychic department?

Although Hades seemed to be trying to match the mark... This made Guilliman a little hard to accept, but he suddenly remembered Mortarion's attitude towards Hades... Could it have been at that time?
What is the Emperor preparing for?
But... if it is Hades... he has enough ability and wisdom, as well as his unique anti-psychic constitution, Guilliman can understand this, if he is the decision maker, he will also promote a person with enough The soulless of ability.

[Am I the first to know about this, I mean among my brothers? 】

Guilliman asked abruptly.

"In a way...you were the first."

Malcador said silently,

He was the first, Guilliman thought, the Emperor decided to let him be the first, is this a consideration?He thought Guilliman, as his son, could accept the news?
Guilliman could be sure that what he was seeing now would have an incredible impact on some of his other brothers, and to some extent some Primarchs might not be able to accept it.

...No, Guilliman suddenly remembered the image of the Emperor in his eyes before. If he regarded the Primarchs as tools, then it seemed that there was no harm in having more tools.

After all, there is already a Malcador, which is not unacceptable, although most Primarchs hate this old man extremely.

Guilliman paused, then he smiled humbly,

[I can understand, and I'm also very happy to see the empire supporting capable people, especially Hades, but it seems that we need to get to know each other again. 】

He stretched out his hand,

[No.13 Legion Ultramarine Corps Leader, Lord of Macragge, Robert Guilliman. 】

He was amused to see Hades froze for a moment, then glanced hesitantly at Malcador. As usual, the old man rolled his eyes, and Hades smiled helplessly after receiving the old man's blank stare, and stretched out his hand.

"No.14 Legion Death Guard Commander, Lord of the Silent Order, Hades."

After letting go of his hand, Guilliman smiled easily,
【Then can I invite you to visit Macragge now, Hades?You inspired me a lot last time with anti-psychic powers, and I would like to know your views and experiences on the deployment of anti-psychic powers in real life. 】

He looked at Hades with a slowly flickering light in his eyes——

Malcador beside them suddenly coughed violently. Before Hades opened his mouth, Malcador interrupted Hades.

"Hades still has the mission entrusted to him by the empire. He may not be able to go to the five hundred worlds for a while. Guilliman, you are too impatient."

Guilliman smiled,

[It's just a joke to cheer up the atmosphere. 】

"I really hope this isn't a joke."

Hades said deeply,

【Then it is not, Macragge always welcomes you, Hades. 】

Out of the corner of his eye, Guilliman saw Malcador tightening his grip on his scepter again. Why did Malcador react so to Hades going to Macragge?
"Thank you for the invitation, Guilliman, I have always dreamed of going to Macragge to see the glimmer of human civilization."

Hades smiled quite broadly.

It's just that Malcador looks like he's about to hit Hades with a stick again.

　4k words today, no more, great!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)