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

Chapter 449 Chapter 2.29: The deceased person’s mood is stable
[High-dimensional viewing room]

"All right,"

Hades Gyou was lying on the sofa, looking at the emperor who was taking the disc and preparing to change it.
"Old man Huang, what are you watching today?"

The emperor raised his hand happily and turned the disc in his hand. It was a pure black disc with the words "Top Secret" scrawled on it in golden handwriting.

"Your funeral."

At that moment, Hades thought he definitely heard the voice of gloating. He stood up suddenly from the sofa,

"Wait - my funeral?! How come I haven't heard of this?!"

"Which living person do you think should know his own funeral?"

Malcador said calmly that since the previous "old horse", he decided to ignore the "old man" in Hades' mouth - logically, he should maintain the dignity of the Lord of Humanity.

Now, that's their business, not Malcador's.

Hardy paused,

"That's true, you are right, Lao Ma,"

He casually fished out a handful of popcorn from Malcador's popcorn bucket, and Malcador raised the bucket for Hades to take, as if he had already laid down and resigned himself to his fate.

"Who is participating? Mortarion, Garro, Vox——"

"Mortarion did not participate."

The Emperor said, he patted the TV, and after the screen appeared, he decisively snapped his fingers and teleported back to the sofa.

Hades blinked.
"...He died before me?"

"He had an epiphany."

Malcador said without mercy, while at that time he was thinking of a way for this damn "subspace original body".

Haha, damn psykers.

The picture appeared, and Hades shut his mouth decisively. He recognized the picture as the hall under the Dragon Spine of the Endurance.

Under the dragon spine of the Endurance is a vast and long hall, its length is endless and its width is enough for Titans to pass side by side.

As the camera moved, Hades saw a sea of ​​bone white and pale green - the Death Guards lined up neatly, and a stubborn, out-of-place red horn accompanying the sage.

It can be seen that the entire hall is at an extremely low temperature, a thin layer of white mist rises under people's feet, and the portholes are covered with light frost.

The use of psychic powers will cause cooling. Hades thought, is there a high probability that a person with strong psychic powers is present?
By the way, did he really make friends with a few psychics who were close to him?
Hades thought as he began to eat melon seeds, ignoring Malcador and the Emperor.

Regular viewers, he could imagine.

The camera continued to move. At the end of the hall, the black steps were arched. At the top was a simple tombstone in Barbarus style, and beside it was Jia Luo, who was bowing his head in silence.

"fine,"

Hades commented, taking another handful of melon seeds.
"Barbarus classic, they didn't give me any flower work."

Malcador coughed and said sarcastically,
"What did you think it could be?"

Hardy paused,

"Come on, old horse, you and I are both people who have seen the world. Have you never seen the empire's treatment of [heroes]? And the exaggerated style of the Mechanicus?"

"Thanks to Mortarion and the Death Guard, in this empire that pursues complexity and luxury, it still retains a heart that pursues simplicity."

Malcador fell silent, and the Emperor smiled.

"Too shabby,"

He commented, frowning slightly,
"Even if your main color is black, they need to be accented with at least some gold."

The emperor's fingertips shimmered with golden light, as if he wanted to apply a golden filter to the picture.

Hades immediately shouted,
"No gold! This is my funeral!"

The golden light on the emperor's fingertips suddenly faded, and he followed the good deeds.
"You are right, this is your funeral, I listen to you - Machado, my funeral wants to be golden, absolutely not..."

The emperor glanced at the screen and paused for a moment.
"When you go to the archives of the palace, I have finalized three different plans."

Hades made a sound of disgust. It is always Malcador who does his duty. Even at this moment, he said that he would carry out this task seriously.

While the Emperor and Hades were talking, the camera zoomed in on the tombstone with several passages engraved in both High Gothic and Barbarian.

[Hades, a great Barbarus, a true man. 】

Hades paused, his hand holding melon seeds hovering in mid-air, the screen stayed there, and some regular polite words from the servitor came from it, which could be used at the funeral of a fraudster or an old woman. 's funeral.

"Okay..." Hades said, he could feel the Emperor's amused psychic gaze on him,
"I didn't expect them to think so highly of me."

Malcador frowned,
"You should have a clear understanding of yourself. In fact, if this is really your funeral, I think it is a bit crude - it is not enough."

Hades continued to eat melon seeds,

"Old Ma, you don't understand the Death Guard."

He says,

"For the Death Guard who are not good at words, this is the highest evaluation. I doubt that Mortarion will not be called [Great] and [True Man] even after he comes."

Malcador gave a fake smile,
"Mortarion - you mean that guy who doesn't do anything? How could he get a second opinion?"

The interested Emperor spoke and interrupted the two of them,
"Hades,"

he asked enthusiastically,

"You should leave yourself an epitaph—what would you like it to be?"

Hades stared at the Emperor;

"I remember that someone had already prepared his own way of burial - and he listened to you first."

"No words."

The emperor replied neatly,

"It's your turn."

Since he is the Emperor, his answer may be true, or he may simply be teasing Hades, but because he is the Emperor, it is impossible for Hades to further verify whether it is true or false.

Hades stopped and thought for a moment,
"I'm looking for advertising space for rent. If you are interested, please contact the Death Guard Corps."

Malcador, who was drinking water, coughed violently. The emperor and Hades moved their eyes to the old man, the golden light lit up, and Malcador sat there again with a speechless expression.

The emperor looked at Hades with a smile;
"Novel angle, but I'd like a normal answer."

Hades was silent, and he spoke again,
"When you read this line, you have already stepped on me, please move your feet."

Malcador roared angrily,

"I now think that you did not leave any last words or epitaph [before your death] - it was the best move, because no matter what, I have to hide what you said afterwards!"

Hades laughed,
"Old Ma, what are you going to write to me?"

Malcador took a deep breath. He really started to think about this matter. Hades and the Emperor looked at each other. This is the destiny of hard work.

"First of all," said Malcador,
"I will respect the origin and legion that you value. Even if you yourself should belong to the empire, I will give priority to engraving the glorious title you achieved in the Death Guard."

"The Great Eater of the Canteen?"

Hades asked tentatively. Malcador gave him a roll of his eyes and said nothing.

"Then the title given by the emperor, and then based on the relationship between the Mechanicus and the empire at that time, we selectively listen to the proposals from the Mechanicus."

"Don't,"

Hades waved his hand,
"You can't put [Ohm Messiah] behind [Canteen Great Devourer]."

Malcador looked like he was going to explode, so Hades skillfully changed the subject. He stretched out the hand holding potato chips and pointed at the screen.
"-Well, look, Guilliman has appeared, and Angron."

What Hades said slowly stopped. He broke away from the relaxed tone just now and stared at the screen with a frown. "...Angron...something's not right?"

After spending many days with Angron, Hades knew that Angron should not be like this.
Makado smiled half-heartedly.

"Because he knows you're not dead."

? !
Hades was shocked. He stared at Malcador.
"...Did you trick him?"

"He is too smart."

Malcador smiled slyly,

"He has just escaped from that [angry] state and is in a state of unbridled perception of his own abilities. He needs to know that this state is wrong - at least, he needs to be more cautious in this regard."

"what,"

Hades spoke,
"I understand, Angron is trying to probe your emotions?"

Malcador ignored Hades and continued to stare at the screen. Seeing that Malcador ignored him, Hades was bored for a moment and continued to watch the video backwards.

He saw Guilliman standing in front of his tombstone with a sad face, and could not let go for a long time. It was the first time Hades saw Guilliman so sad, angry and tired, and his blond hair was rarely white.

Guilliman nodded towards Gallo, who briefly returned the salute, and then Ms. Euton beside Guilliman placed the three white flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone.

Guilliman briefly introduced this flower, but Hades was not interested. It was a crop that only grew on the steepest cliffs of Macragge, and would only bloom after experiencing stormy weather.

The Lord of Macragge seemed to want to say something, but the atmosphere on the Endurance was too heavy and too silent. It seemed that he could not speak loudly and express his saddest apology and most sincere words. promise,
In the end, Guilliman could only whisper a few words to Garro,
Hades opened his mouth, and in a few words, Guilliman promised many benefits to the Death Guard.

Perhaps Guilliman was also trying to make up for the Lord of Death's "Epiphany" due to his own fault.

Angron was next, still in the same style. Kahn, who was next to the Lord of Red Sand, stepped forward and placed two small bottles of gravel-like glass bottles.

In the identification of Hades, one bottle is the red sand from the arena... What is the white one in the other article?
As if he heard Hades' doubts, the emperor stretched out his hand, and there was a little white gravel in his palm.

The two looked at each other, and Hades instantly understood that this was Angron's sacrifice to him.

His nose told him that this was—

White sugar!
Hades laughed,
"I understand what Angron means. He knows that I'm not dead and is waiting for a dinner date!"

The Emperor smiled and took back his hand;
"...NO.12."

The Emperor said softly and shook his head.

"My lord, you don't need to be so harsh on yourself."

Malcador spoke immediately, and Hades also hurriedly said,

"Yes, old man Huang, look, if you don't care about him, he is still alive and well."

Perhaps it was what Hades said, and the fact that the emperor successfully prostituted himself for free inspired the emperor, and the emperor was indeed not sad anymore - maybe he wasn't too sad before.

The Emperor clapped his hands and stood up,

"I'm going to talk to Angron."

He said firmly, as if he had decided to launch the Great Expedition today,
The emperor turned his head and stared at Hades,
"You are not allowed to go."

Just as he was about to stand up, Hades, who was a father and a filial son, sat back obediently.

Seeing that the emperor was about to leave, Malcador also stood up to follow. The happy movie-watching activity instantly turned into Hades' daily snacking routine. Hades simply held three buckets of popcorn in one hand and fast-forwarded wildly with the other. .

It's not interesting. There are only these formal funeral scenes. Mortarion is not here, and Hades can't see the scene where the Lord of Death suddenly goes crazy.

Hades admired Guilliman's sadness for a while, and then watched Angron standing next to Guilliman, looking tense, but in the end he looked sad.

Angron, thank you for your hard work.

Fast forward, fast forward again.

Representatives of the Mechanicus arrived, and a motor oil man was so excited that a leakage of electricity burned through the behavioral motherboard, and he was carried off by his companion who looked like he was about to suffer from epilepsy.

Hades decided to be a little more kind to the Adeptus Mechanicus.

The memorial service was over, but the video was still not over. On the contrary, Hades realized that the progress bar was still very long.

Hades frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

People left, the candles were extinguished drop by drop, and the entire empty hall fell into complete darkness, with only a vague white mist floating.

Crunch - the side door opened, a scarlet light lit up in the darkness,

Hades straightened up and saw Pasteur, the people from the foundry department, and the technical sergeants standing in a circle around his tombstone, lowering their heads in mourning.

A few minutes later, they left here quietly, and placed a universal Phillips screw, which is most commonly used by technical sergeants, in front of Hades's tombstone.

Hades stared at it for a while, and finally determined that the screw just looked like a screw, and was actually some kind of pastry.

About half an hour later, the second group of people came in quietly. This time it was not the Space Marines, but the Zero Company. The soulless ones guarded Hades for a while, and then left quietly.

What they put on the table was a pile of white stuff. It couldn't possibly be sugar. Hades speculated that it was the ashes of psykers.

Well...it's not like he can't eat the remaining psychic energy in the ashes.

Ten minutes later, the political students of the Death Guard taught by Hades came in. Through their shoulder armor, Hades could see that they were all doing well and had achieved a very important political status within the Death Guard.

After this group of people left, there was a handwritten book in front of Hades's tomb.

……

Hades watched silently. Anyway, his tombstone was very lively and there was an endless stream of visitors, but they were all delicately avoided. There were even people with different identities who came to pay their respects twice? !What the hell is this?

Auxiliary army, death guard of Barbarus origin, Galaspa origin, canteen logistics, sages, command post, apothecary...

Looking at the densely packed sacrifices, Hades' scalp felt numb.

For the first time, he intuitively realized how popular he was.

Even though Mortarion sealed up most of the legends about Hades, the people who witnessed Hades's "brilliance" are not dead yet, and there are also people from Galaspar who came here because of his policies, or who have not seen him. , a new regiment that simply hopes to pay homage to heroes.

Thinking this way, Hades realized that the internal classification of the Death Guard was quite complicated.

When the progress bar was coming to an end, it finally became quiet in front of his grave.

Hades breathed a long sigh of relief. He felt uncomfortable looking at the increasing number of sacrifices. The person involved did not receive them-this inexplicably frustrated him.

A little fire lighted up, and then a dull sound,
Hades shouted directly,
"Calastyphon?!"

he shouted,

"Which blind person has been released for you?! I'm warning you - you are not allowed to steal my sacrifice!"

Don't be afraid to pick it off for him!Gather all over the place!
Fortunately, Hades saw the figure of Vox, who fell far behind Fearless and stared at Karas.

Behind Karas was a scythe, which Hades recognized as Mortarion's mistletoe.

Fearlessly stopped not far from the tomb of Hades - the sacrifices that had been placed down the steps prevented him from going any further.

Karas laughed sarcastically.

Unexpectedly, Hades thought that he started eating melon seeds again,

"Unpopular brat..."

Karas whispered, Hades's comment on this was that he was lying with his eyes open, and where did Karas keep the old version of Barbarus.

Besides, his soulless physique involuntarily made others think that he was in subspace. Was he able to solve this kind of thing at that time?
Karas was silent.

Hades stared at him as if he were dead - Hades hoped he was really dead, motionless until the end of Macragge's night.

Calastyphon kept watch over the surviving Hades for the rest of the night. In a trance, Hades seemed to see a big white misty guy in the dark corner behind Calas.

Finally, Typhon left, the only one among the group who did not offer a sacrifice to Hades.

Who do you look down on?
Hades is a man who must retaliate against evil. When Karas stopped in front of his tomb, the number of sacrifices was +0. So next time he goes to his grave, the increase or decrease in the number of sacrifices... it must be a negative number.

　No more, yes!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)