Black smoke was coughed out by the tank, and the engine made a clattering sound.

Hades stood there and scratched his head, immediately turning off the radio wave transmission just now.

The tank coughed quietly.

"Excuse me?"

Hades tentatively sent a binary radio wave,

Black smoke erupted again, heading straight at Hades' face.

Hades wisely chose not to hide,

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. Cough! ”

The smoke with the smell of engine oil cleared, Hades took a deep breath, and then continued to type the telegram in his head,

"That. I'm sorry, I thought you liked it. ”

"Love a hammer!"

"What misconception do you have about the mech, boy?!"

Then it sent a binary profanity package to Hades.

Hades is not annoyed, compared to those who can't say what they think after eight turns, he has a great affection and tolerance for these things that have something to say.

After all, the other party just throws you a bunch of expletives, not a blaster.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

When the old car finally stopped panting, Hades still maintained a state of comfort for it,

“.”

"Boy, I haven't seen Ling's livery, which legion are you from?"

"Death Guard, formerly known as the Twilight Raiders."

Twilight Raiders. It knew them, and these Space Marines who loved ground warfare were to his taste.

But it looked at Hades, whose face was smoky with black smoke.

Alas. One generation is not as good as the next, and the next generation is not as good as the next!

"You're just a death guard?"

Hades nodded,

"Yes, it's still in the run-in period of the legion, and most people don't want to come to Mars."

"Then why are you here?"

Well. Hades scratched his head.

"Because I think I'm quite fond of mechanics and stuff."

"You?!"

The old car just wanted to spray him with another exhaust fume, but it thought about it and held back.

In fact, except for this kid's disrespectful behavior at the beginning, he really didn't do anything else, and kept apologizing.

But. Wait a minute?!

"You kid? I can't feel your soul?! ”

Ah, Hades was stunned.

"I'm a special untouchable."

Untouchable to be a technical sergeant?!

He's crazy? The machine soul will feel uncomfortable when it sees the untouchable!

The old car pressed down the annoyance of the quarrel he had just made, and looked at the death guard carefully.

Except that it didn't look good at him, it really didn't feel that disgusting.

But the other party really doesn't feel the soul.

The old car was silent.

Since he was the first person sent by a legion to study, he insisted on it, but in the end he found that he was an untouchable person. Don't hit the other side.

"That's it, I'll send you a compressed package, and you can just broadcast this when you use the machine in the future."

"Normal speed, no copying!"

In fact, the old car also knows that they exist just in the hope that the user can seriously use them to complete their mission.

The rituals of the Mechonists only give them a little comfort.

Just use them well.

Take your machine seriously, treat it with respect, and let it fulfill its innate mission.

Except for the more special mechs, as long as the user does the above points, the mechs will be used for you.

The old car wrote a paragraph earnestly and sent it to Hades.

It's an encrypted string of language, and it won't be until a long time before Hades deciphers what it means.

Before that, all he had to do was play it to the machine that needed to be operated.

There's no guarantee that the old car will make its kind happy with Hades, but at least it won't make them expletive.

Okay, it's old, let it sleep, stop looking for this kind of person to torture it!

"Boy, you'll tell them later, the sage of the Mechanopathy, put me on hold, or dismantle it, and don't use me as a teaching aid."

"Also, tell the Jordanian sage that I hate him and that he deserves to let me die on the battlefield!"

Instead of draping a bunch of funny fabrics here and listening to their!

The old car's bird servant turned around, seeing that he had just lost his temper at this death guard, and he would have to help him pass the word for a while, so remind the other party again.

An encrypted word was sent, and Hades blinked.

"Okay, thanks for the reminder, I actually noticed it too."

Alright, this kid isn't stupid.

The roar of the engine gradually went out, and the old car shook as if it were completely scrapped, and there was no more news

Completely abnormal scene, those technical sergeants in the distance were alarmed.

Two Imperial Fists and Iron Hand walked one after the other, while the rest continued to watch from a distance.

In addition to the Iron Warriors, the two who walked towards Hades were the elite of the technical sergeants, and they were also the beings who were most familiar with the mech.

Of course, where there is the Fist of the Empire, there will be no Iron Warriors, so the Iron Warriors continue their welding studies as if Hades is air.

Kim-306 also nervously emerged from the pile of metal that had just disappeared, but when he saw the other two Space Marines, he stood stiffly aside in the background.

"Brother of the Death Guard, is something happening to you here?"

Heslop's deep voice rang out.

"Ahh

Hadeska snapped,

"Well, the car says it hates the sage for letting him work."

？

Heslop, the Fist of the Empire, and Kano, the Iron Hand, looked at each other.

pretending to be dead on the side, there are also question marks on Kim's display screen.

What is this death guard talking about? He can communicate directly with the mech?!

Terra, the Royal Palace.

They are standing here now, in the depths of the earth.

The fishy coldness of the earth touched them, and Makado could feel the cold air seeping through the cracks in his clothes.

The death-like figure now stood inside the first door, the black arch pressed down, imprisoning everything.

The eyes of the Grim Reaper were fixed on Machado, at everything that could not be understood.

"So the truth of the Great Expedition is a wizarding regime?"

Machado sighed, and the emaciated wizard motioned to Motarian, hoping that they would leave the place before talking.

However, the original did not move a single bit, his right hand twitched unnaturally, and Macardo judged that Motarian most likely wanted to strangle him based on the trajectory of the original muscles.

Machado swallowed back a subconscious sigh, otherwise Motarian would immediately carry out his idea and kill what he thought was a wizard.

He is now an unarmed beast tamer who faces furious beasts.

But Machado was also a well-informed and wise man, who knew what to say, what to do, and to use the skill of language.

"Motarian."

He called softly,

"It's not for a wizard's regime, in fact, it's going to end psionic history."

Death looked at him quizzically.

"Think about it, when humanity no longer needs the Star Whisperer to guide the course of the subspace, and no longer needs to sail in those chaotic subspace waterways."

"That's what he's trying to do now—"

"I want to see the Emperor."

Motarian interrupted Macado cleanly, and even though some of the old man's actions had won his favor before, it was not a reason for Motarian to forgive him for concealing his witchcraft.

Makado frowned nonchalantly.

"He's not here, he's busy with things that need more of a concern for him."

"So I'm not something he needs to worry about?"

"I know what you're thinking, I'm a filthy Barbaros farmer who might betray you in the future,"

"So you imprisoned me here, using my studies as bait and the legions as a threat,"

"Isn't that right?"

Death silently approached him, shadows looming over him, overlooking him.

The pungent poisonous gas choked his throat.

Death's hand is shaking, and he wants to reap life.

If it were someone else, he would have already knelt down trembling in the strong anger of the original body.

But Macado didn't, he just sighed again, and then said softly,

"If you don't believe my answer, you can ask your friends."

"Friends?"

Motarian was stunned.

Hades?

"What's the matter with him? We are nothing but illiterate people on a planet, and what does he know about your plans? ”

"Do you really believe he's just a normal Barbarusian?"

Macardo stared at Motarian.

Motarian was silent.

Now Machado regained the power to talk

"He was lucky, he was chosen."

Makado began to walk the way he had left, and the Primordial silently followed.

The trainer continued to sprinkle bread along the way, and the prey picked up food behind him.

"Of course, he was also unlucky."

"But so far, he's done well."

But there is nothing they can do about the road ahead.

He can also prepare a few last things for the emperor's chosen ones.

"You know your friend's physique, Motarian."

"His constitution is his gift and his curse."

"Hades knows this, the emperor has seen him."

Macha carefully considered the words and said slowly,

"Then he. . . So why is he? ”

Motarian stubbornly asked,

"Because he knows that there is no choice in the category of people."

Machado replied fluently.

"It's not that we took advantage of him, it's that he wanted to change something, so he chose us."

"Of course, I can't find your friend's motivation for doing so at the moment."

Machado carefully laid the trap of language,

"Otherwise, maybe our conversation would have gone a little better."

Hades' motives

The resolute one, who followed him to the top of the mountain and liberated the figure of Barbarus.

For humanity.

Motarian was silent again.

Machado sighed,

"So that's what we're doing."

"Didn't he suggest you keep the think tank of the Death Guard? Keep these, develop these, just for the sake of better separation from psionics in the future. ”

There was a brief silence.

It's time to change the subject.

Machado quickly assessed Motarian's image -

Perhaps his shortcomings in the eyes of others are his strengths.

You can give it a try.

"At the end of the Emperor's plan, there are those beings who will detach humanity from the subspace."

"And to protect the soul of men."

"His intentions are always human."

Macado clung to these words, as if grasping at the last straw on the cliff.

Death smiled, and the sound of poison gas corrosiveness echoed through the empty corridor,

"I see,"

"You trust me, don't you?"

"That's why you say that."

"He's looking at humans, so. Someone will be abandoned by him—"

"Like me?"

Death is not angry but laughs,

"If the Emperor promises me death and humanity, then I gladly accept it."

Machado breathed a sigh of relief without a trace.

Coming from a world of death worship, the Emperor's heir never believed in glory and reward.

He also never believed in gifts given to him for no reason, unless they were covered with thorns that caused him pain.

He only stubbornly believes in the bleak future.

Then show him the real desperation behind the Great Expedition.

Then show him the emperor's ruthless determination.

After the magnificent army, under the brilliant achievements, humanity has long been plunged into quicksand.

No time

They race against time.

"The gaze of subspace is everywhere, and what you just saw is his real heart's work"

The tall primordial followed the rickety wizard away, and behind them, the black arch stood silent, asleep waiting for the future.

"Huh?"

"A letter from Terra?"

Hades, who was scooping porridge with a spoon in one hand, slammed it down.

He was currently sitting at his dining table, surrounded by the Techno Sergeants of the Imperial Fist and the Iron Hand.

In the distance, the wolf Manning looked at this side with resentment from time to time.

Well. Hades also wanted to pull Manning over, but unfortunately the Emperor Fist and Iron Hand did not welcome the wolf very much.

The servant still held the letter in his hands, waiting for Hades.

Hades blinked and picked up the unadorned letter.

The technical sergeants around him also tacitly began other conversations.

[How's it going?]

I've spoken to Machado the Psyker, and the Empire appreciates the Death Guard's approach.

He promised to provide some male untouchables to the Death Guard in the early stages, but asked us to build a special team of anti-psionics.

and the subsequent untouchable personnel who need to be found by ourselves.

This is exactly what we had in mind.

The leader of the anti-psionic team is, of course, you.

-

Something had been crossed out here, Hades couldn't see clearly. -

But this cunning psionic is only verbally promising these things for now.

"The time has not yet come."

That's what he said.

That's why I hate these psionics, they always deceive us with ambiguous language.

Macardo said that he would come to Mars in a few years, and asked me if I would like to go to Mars to talk to the sages about some backup equipment for the Death Guard.

He said that most of my brothers had been to Mars, and that he had made some private agreements with Mars.

Maybe you can do it for me, what do you think?

——Mt］

Hades watched as he scooped another mouthful of porridge, Makado had actually suggested that the emperor form an anti-psionic team, but the work related to this was too trivial, and the emperor's forbidden army and the nuns of silence actually had anti-psionic effects, so he gave up.

To be honest, the psionic enemies encountered in the Great Expedition are actually a small minority, and most of them are physics enemies.

Even if you encounter psionic energy, as long as you rely on the accumulation of firepower, you can gnaw this psionic bone.

No matter how bad it is, Magnus's psionic legion is also the Empire's choice when it encounters psionic opponents.

So in fact, whether it is the Empire or the Legion, it is actually quite thankless to build a team of anti-psykers alone.

Put it now, just two words, chicken ribs.

But if you take a long-term view. The anti-psionic team is quite necessary again.

At present, the Emperor and Machado are involved in the expedition and the affairs of the network, and their highest priority is to believe that the network will be completed before anything happens.

So. It makes perfect sense to find a legion and then outsource all these things, taking up resources within the legion.

If it were another legion, it would probably still be muttering the Empire's orders in their hearts, but if it was a death guard

It can only be said that it is a two-way street.

However, the Empire's Great Expedition for Death Guard is not expected to be lowered as a result.

That. Hades just reacted!

Then Motarian pushed this to him again, and it wasn't him Hades who did the last job?!

Hades almost squirted the porridge out.

The result of the discussion between the two of you for a long time is to find me something to do, give me some untouchable people in the early stage (and haven't even really agreed to it), and then ask me to grind, right?

Hades angrily asked for another bowl of porridge.

And he couldn't refuse at all, after all, he had first proposed that Motarian start building an anti-psionic team in the Death Guard.

But this is not the same as what Macado proposed. If the Empire's hand comes in, then they will most likely be in charge of more than just the psionics encountered by the Death Guard

Take a little resource and take care of a bunch of.

What does it mean to be in pain and happy, and what is it to be in Empire 007?

That's it!

Other traversers are enjoying themselves, why is he either studying or working overtime here?

Heslop glanced at Hades with some strange looks, and after taking the letter, the death guard's mood swings were noticeably great.

He spoke with some confusion,

"Are you alright, brother of the Death Guard?"

"I'm still . . . Good. ”

Hades, who had already seen that he would die of overwork in the future, showed a weak smile.

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