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

Chapter 670 118. The last calm before the storm
【Terra】

The cold wind howled in the dark night, and the twinkling lights in the sky were no longer distant stars, but fleets parked in orbit above Terra.

The palace was brightly lit.

The room was in a mess, with guards with extravagant makeup running around, and from time to time, small, deliberately suppressed screams were heard, but the Pale Lord still frowned in displeasure.

They are now undergoing "styling transformation" so that they can appear gloriously and majestically at the military parade and give great encouragement to the soldiers.

Even for the primarchs, high-intensity work would make them look disheveled, so decoration was a must. Ten thousand years ago, this was a common procedure in some legions that paid attention to their image.

Primarchs don't stay perfect forever, their hair grows longer, beards grow, stress makes them look more haggard - their skin looks worse.

Therefore, Sanguinius and Guilliman marked this matter as an official procedure.

Mortarion's reaction to this was extreme impatience. Perhaps the past ten thousand years had taught the Primarch how to deal with government affairs, interpersonal relationships, and psychological issues, but he still had not learned how to manage his image.

After he awakened his essence, perhaps the Pale Lord became even more self-destructive in this regard.

This makes it all the more necessary, and Hades's original words are:
"Eth, at least you can't scare others."

Not to mention adding positive buffs, at least you can't add negative buffs to your own troops.

This is Hades' bottom line.

The Pale Lord's attire is also more inclined to cover up the non-human parts, rather than painting gorgeous makeup on his face like Sanguinius in the past, or trimming his hair and beard like Guilliman.

Regarding Mortarion's styling design, six stylists had resigned due to illness. Due to Hades's obstruction, the Pale Lord did not seek revenge afterwards.

The new stylist came to the palace in tears. He thought he was going to die, but fortunately Pluto promised him that he would not die.

In the noisy room, Hades sat on the sofa and ate snacks. He didn't need to put on makeup or anything messy. His armor didn't need to be waxed or repaired - because he could make a new set at any time.

He doesn't need a face either, he can transform into a hollow face like the Void Dragon, or maybe the makeup artist just thinks that Hades' perfect image doesn't need makeup -

She asked Hades if she wanted to have a pattern on her face, but Hades refused outright.

Sanguinius would have facial tattoos, sometimes teardrop-shaped, and some eye makeup, none of which Hades needed.

So he just had to ask the stylists to tie some capes to his armor, and because it was a parade, the capes were scarlet velvet - the color of the Mechanicus.

Hades became the most idle person in the whole room. He watched with glee as others were tortured by the makeup artist, especially Mortarion. The Primarch felt like he had lost his parents.

Because the primarch's bone armor seemed to grow directly on his body, it was not easy for people to wax Mortarion or remove the armor. The stylist's solution was to cover the overly scary parts with cloth while making a styling design.

Mortarion's wings are also a big problem. Taking Sanguinius as an example, the archangel has his own special guards to take care of his feathers, clean the blood stains and hang gold ornaments between the white feathers.

Hades had never seen Mortarion look at his wings, and the Primarch seemed to dislike his wings.

Normally, Mortarion's wings are folded, and the outside is dark and perforated, like a rag cloak for mopping the floor.

When necessary, the Pale Lord spreads its wings, and a screaming skull and mimic eyes flashing inside appear, giving a sanchack to all creatures present.

Hades admitted it was cool, but - haha, he was in a trance.

This is even more villainous than a villain. Hades dare not say that the Mortarion Wings who was promoted to a demon in the original book might be more decent.

When the archangel spread his wings and flew, everyone present was excited and their morale was boosted; when Mortarion spread his wings and flew, everyone present was scared to death.

Hades simply admired this stylist so much. Under Mortarion's murderous gaze, the stylist asked the god of death to fold his wings, and then took a few trembling people to wax the outside of Mortarion's wings.

The outside of the Death's wings looks like the material of a rag, but it is actually scales. Waxing has turned the dirty black-gray color into a tolerable black.

Mortarion felt the touch of someone touching his wings, and the Primarch felt impatient and very irritated - he could never understand how someone like Guilliman Sanguinius would allow a makeup artist to poke a makeup brush near his eyes.

He glanced again at Hades, who was lying on the sofa in the distance and laughing loudly, making fun of the suffering of his comrades. Mortarion felt that the reflection from Hades's exposed teeth was flashing in his eyes.

Seeing Mortarion looking at him, Hades smiled even more happily, with gloating almost written on his face.

endure.

tough.

The Primarch was silent, he could not refuse these - he also knew the importance of morale, he needed to realize the warriors - could Hades stop laughing!!!
At this time, people from the Mechanicus and Hades came over and reminded Hades not to make such an expression during the military parade.

Pluto stopped smiling and looked depressed.

This made Mortarion feel a little relieved, and the guards behind him finally finished the waxing work that tortured both parties, and brought out a box of valuables -

There's glitter in there from ground gemstones.

They began to sprinkle glitter on the outside of Mortarion's wings, so that the Primarch's wings would look more like a deep galaxy.

Mortarion fidgeted.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

But he couldn't just curse and leave - that was Karas's privilege. Twenty minutes ago, Karas walked away cursing.

He could be absent, but Mortarion could not be absent.

This step was carried out very quickly, and then some kind of thing was sprayed to fix these little things. After it was done, Hades felt that the stylist's face turned pale and he might fall down in the next second.

But the strong warrior still did not give up. He climbed up the ladder beside the Primarch and then prepared to comb his hair and adjust his hood.

He is such a responsible stylist, Hades was very touched.

Hades felt that Mortarion was going to kill someone. As his best friend, Hades quickly used the Black Domain to disgust Mortarion. The disgusting feeling successfully stopped the Primarch from being angry.

It's that Mortarion's target of murder seems to have changed from the stylist to Hades.

Hades winked and mouthed to Mortarion,
"Tough-you-can."

Mortarion felt hopeless again.

At this time, the door was opened and Malcador walked in. Hades turned his head and saw Mo Wen, who looked quite neat.

The cape was replaced with some kind of fabric with extremely high texture, and low-key treasures and diamonds were inlaid on the clothes - people who often attend such scenes know how to pay more attention to their image.

Malcador also saw the battered Primarch. The old man laughed dryly and seemed to be in a much better mood. He then sat in a corner of the room to rest.

The stylist continued to do his job cautiously, combing the hair and untangling it. The Pale Lord's long hair was like dried straw and of very poor quality, so it needed to be waxed.

Thousands of years ago, Angron would have been nice enough to have his dreadlocks restyled by the palace stylists.

The shadow cast by the hood needs to perfectly cover the eyes of the original body. It seems that the stylist has given up the idea of ​​using cosmetic contacts, but the alien-like eyes really need to be covered.

"Sir, will you take off your breathing mask at that time?"

The stylist asked carefully, and Mortarion nodded. Hades knew that Mortarion would take off his gas mask in a scene he thought was important and could reveal his true thoughts - the Primarch considered this a kind of honesty.

Of course, the premise is that he is not familiar with the opponent. After becoming familiar with each other, the Primarch rarely does this. Hades believes that Mortarion is simply too lazy to do so.

[You don't have to work anymore.] Mortarion said calmly. Hades saw the stylist shudder. Apparently he thought it meant "You don't have to work anymore because I'm going to kill you."

Hades hurried to smooth things over.

"He said you're doing great, you don't need to put on makeup anymore, just go and rest - you're doing great."

The stylist felt relieved. He bowed a few times tremblingly, then ran to the side room with his makeup team without looking back.

I feel terrible.

Mortarion said, taking off his gas mask, Hades suddenly regretted letting the stylist slip away. The lower half of the Primarch's face revealed insect-like jaws, the texture of the face was more similar to armor, and the mouth was more like a cracked mouth-shaped decoration than a mouth.

It looked like the part of his neck that showed his jaws was his mouth? Hades wasn't sure. The Primarch was truly amazing.

Mortarion calmly put away the inhuman parts, hid the jaw, swayed his psionic energy, and ah, his face turned back to human appearance.

Magic.

Hades thought.

"I don't think the resilient Primarch will be defeated by such a small matter as makeup."

Hades said, and Mortarion sneered,
[I would rather be tied up in prison... I believe this is the last time I will be tortured like this... Let my other brothers bear this pain. ]

"Be more open,"

Hades said casually,
"I have the same plan. Let's go back and capture the other primarchs, tie them up and let them work."

Mortarion laughed and looked more like a villain.

........................

"I beg you!"

Political Commissar Yilan shouted in frustration,

"Get yourselves in order! Tuck your shirts into your pants!!! Buckle up your ammunition packs! And you! Stop using your shovel!"

There was a small commotion among the Krieg Infantry Regiment under his command, but most people just put their engineering shovels away reluctantly.

Political Commissar Yilan took a deep breath. They were now standing not far from the palace. He stood on tiptoe and looked at the long army. The densely packed army was moving forward until it reached the horizon.

The sky was still dark, but the spots of light appeared to show a certain pattern; the ships were forming a formation.

They were in the corps formation of the parade team. There were many people from Krieg, so they had a separate large formation. They would then walk around the corridor in front of the Gate of Eternity and receive blessings from the God-Emperor and the God of Hell.

Yilan was glad that he was the political commissar of Krieg, because Krieg was a well-disciplined army. At least they could march in a beautiful square formation - some corps would have a little difficulty in doing this.

His official position was not high enough to allow him to be included in the special political commissar group of the Military Affairs Department in front.

Fortunately, just shake it around.

The political commissar thought that this was just a formality. Only when he stood on Terra and saw the crowds of people all over the mountains around him would he realize the scale of this expedition.

From time to time, Imperial Fists would walk through the crowded army, taking charge of security and alert.

But in the darkness, where no one can see, the eyes of the Raven's Sons and the Midnight's Sons are equally bright.

After another long wait and march, Yilan felt a little bored. The soldiers he led were too shy to speak and began to miss the nagging believer of the Hades Cult.

The red-haired woman went to the Hades Cult's formation, and before leaving she muttered about why her best friend who went to the Salamanders had not returned yet.

The political commissar's eagle-like eyes once again scanned the Kriegers to make sure that no one had secretly opened the engineer shovel to admire it. The faint green light did not appear.

He checked his outfit again. It was said that Hades and the Primarch would review them together - Elayne meant, with so many people, how could they take care of everyone?
But he also felt that since they were gods and demigods, they would definitely be able to pay attention to everyone.

Yilan took off his commissar hat and sprayed his hair with the pungent hairspray again.

……

"Kim-306 didn't come?"

In the scarlet team, the great sage at the front asked word by word,

Next to Kirkland, in the place where Kim should have been, there was a female sage. She smiled with a fake smile.

"My father is retired—he's not as energetic as you are—and he wishes you a happy death."

"Haha, I will live three lifetimes longer than him."

Kirkland said, turning his head away from the kid raised by Jin, and a huge amount of data flashed through his mind. At this moment, countless Kirklands were working in different positions - and one was responsible for arguing with other sages in the Academy of Athens.

……

"Big fool."

The soulless Cecia said nervously, they followed at the end of the Hades armed column,

Behind them was a phalanx of psychic Titans followed by Hades Mechanics and Wandering Soul Knights. Cecilia felt that with every step the Titans behind them took, she was shaken and flew a few steps in the air.

Over the past ten thousand years, the Order of Silence has also become an armed force under the Cult of the Underworld. They are an independent force that is not incorporated into other imperial armies, is not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Military Affairs, and is completely free.

In front of Cecilia and the others were veterans who had experienced many battles. She felt her heart pounding, and she didn't know whether it was because of the shock from the Titan behind her or because of nervousness.

"I'm afraid."

Soulless Ogryn said.

"I'm afraid too—" Cecilia whispered. She was not included in the ranks of the Sisters of Silence—

She failed the interview because her soulless physique did not meet the standards. The sage told her that the standards for the Sisters of Silence have been getting higher and higher recently. If it were a hundred years ago, she would have passed the interview.

Therefore, she was directly assigned to the soulless army. The Underworld Cult dispatched these people according to demand and the approval process was more relaxed.

"But only for a moment."

She comforted him,

"After that, we will go to the battlefield. You just need to kill the enemy. No one will care if we lose face or not."

After the parade, their team will disperse under the command of the Nirvana System and stop to stand at attention at different locations in the corridor in front of the Eternal Gate - until the legion or corps they are going to follow arrives.

"We... Which team are we assigned to? The female boss?"

"It seems to be Krieg."

Cecilia scratched her head.

"I heard they like to use shovels, too—that's a good thing, big guy, so they won't be disgusted with us."

(End of this chapter)