Mars, now.

How many waves can a person's words set off in the future? The future is treacherous, life and death fights, the roar of war dogs whispering in the blood of Nusaria, the butcher's nail of Angelon roaring, and fate has long been changed beyond recognition-

But now, but at the moment, none of this has anything to do with Hades.

He's eating porridge.

Even though his life will experience the life and death of a civilization and a race, eating porridge is really a part of Hades's life.

Hades picked up the spoon and picked up the Martian algae, and the vinegar-colored seasoning dripped down and dripped into the white porridge, which he stirred casually and continued to eat.

It's lunchtime, and Brother Perez, the war dog, has been sitting with the wolf lately, and since that unpleasant game experience, the wolf Manning has noticeably increased his curiosity about him by more than one level.

As for the matter of Motarian and Machado, Hades decisively put this information in the "don't bother thinking about it without notice" area after waiting for a week without believing it.

However, it turned out that the notice was coming but coming. There are 100 million points late.

The door to the cafeteria slammed open, and a bunch of servants poured in with piles of incense and scarlet satin, and chants began to ring around Hades' ears.

The whole hall instantly became sacred, except, of course, for the warriors who ate with bowls inside,

"Huh?"

The Jordanian sage hurriedly walked in, and the huge body of the Jordanian sage walked so fast,

"Don't eat it! The Son of the Messiah of Ohm is coming to visit the Technical Sergeant Base! ”

Ultramarines, Imperial Fists and other fighters immediately put down the dishes and helped the servants to take away the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Other technical sergeants are doing the same, and they are even tidying up their clothes, and some of them are preparing to leave here and change out of their usual overalls.

Compared to them, Hades was hurrying to eat.

One last bit, eat it!

It's not a few seconds!

"Don't eat it!"

The Jordanian sage leaned over to reach Hades' bowl, and on his slender aisles hung a dress that was clearly Martian, with gold threads interspersed with scarlet robes,

"Your primordial master is here, don't eat it!"

"Don't eat it, change into your dress!"

Time was pressing, and Jordan's superiors suddenly informed Jordan of this and told him that the adults had set out for here.

Oh the Messiah!

Hades was still wearing a technical sergeant's overalls, the oil was still on it, and he didn't even have a mechanical badge with him!

However, compared to the nervous others, because of Jordan's behavior, Hades's passivity triggered -

No wasting food!

It's the last bite, it's not good!

Let him scrape it, just one go, just one go!

Out of the way!

"Don't eat it!"

The panicked Jordanian sage stretched out his main limb and wanted to snatch Hades's bowl, which hindered Hades's movements-

"Let him eat."

Familiar voices echoed through the halls.

Hades, who grabbed the last bite of porridge, almost squirted the porridge out of his nostrils.

The crowd stood up and saluted, and the Jordanian sage turned back too slowly, as if he was stuck.

His main limb was quietly lowered.

"My lord, welcome to the Technical Sergeant Base."

For the first time, Hades knew that electronic sounds could also hear the effect of trembling.

The Jordanian sage greeted the visitor in a trembling manner.

"My lord, I'm Jordan, a mechanical sage, and I'm in charge of the training of the technical sergeants of the Legion, and I'm glad you came here to visit."

"I've got the most comprehensive offer here."

The nervous words of the Jordanian sage drowned out in the background of the servant's chants.

The tall figure of the original was surrounded by a group of ornate red-robed sages, covered in metal and cables, and some rickety historians and imperial officials followed at the back of the line.

Instead of wearing power armor, Motarian wore a ceremonial dress that was a mix of Barbaros and Empire, and Barbarus's style managed to suppress the Empire's glittering style, and the plain color was out of place in the scarlet, as he was.

Motarian nodded, motioning for everyone to salute.

The original body patiently listened to the chatter of the Jordanian sage.

"Thank you for being so serious about training technical sergeants, and I'm already looking forward to handing over the next batch of technical sergeants from the Fourteenth Legion to you."

Hearing the approval of the son of the Messiah in his heart, the Jordanian sage was about to die with happiness, and a faint smell of smoke seemed to come out.

"What's out of the way, what's out of the way."

The sage muttered quietly as he stretched out some of his tiny appendages and began to screw the smoking part.

Motarian's hoarse voice rang out again,

"Well, then, please let me apologize for the surprise visit, because I'm curious about how the first technical sergeant of our regiment is doing."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to take my technical sergeant to confirm the Legion's affairs with Mars."

"Can the base agree?"

"Agreed! OK! ”

"Sergeant Hades can leave now!"

Motarian nodded slightly, as a token of gratitude.

Then he looked at Hades, who was holding the spoon that had frozen.

He walked over, and the sages in front of the original body made a way,

As the primordial entered the hall through the doorway, Motarian's own coercion began to overwhelm the audience.

In the hall, the other technical sergeants were shocked-

This is a completely different aura from most other primitives!

Poisonous gas from Barbaros slowly choked the room, tall as dead wood, with a haggard and sunken face, and plain mourning clothes draped over his body.

Unlike the glorious and glorious Killiman and St. Giles, and the stern and silent Dorne, Fernus, when the original body gave people a positive image, the Grim Reaper from Barbaros shattered their perception.

Silence, death.

The poison gas slowly choked the throats of everyone present.

The wild wolf Manning subconsciously held his breath.

That's the smell of poison from Hades before.

The death guards are all smelly?!

Moreover, wasn't the previous intelligence close to the people?!

This is close to the people?!

Said that the good space marines will be very similar to the original?

Not caring about others, Motarian looked at Hades, who was still holding the spoon,

"Excuse me?"

"Huh?! Yes? ”

"No, no!"

Hades complained wildly in his head, big brother, you keep a low profile, or at least give advance notice, you see that the other sages behind you feel like they are going to kill!

In fact, the Martian sage who arranged the original body itinerary was eager to break Hades into pieces at this moment.

God knows why this primordial suddenly insisted on going to the technical sergeant base halfway through!

The Martian path of the original began to be recalculated, and the sections of the road escorted by the mechanical sages of different sects began to change.

"Do you still eat it?"

"No more, no more!"

Hades was excited and hurriedly put the bowl down.

Motarian gave him a puzzled look, and the original remembered that Hades didn't eat so little.

"Let's go."

Hades get up and go!

He felt the eyes of others scratching him like daggers.

If you don't leave, you'll be dismembered!

Not far away, the Ultramarines, the Fist of the Empire, the Iron Warriors' eyes are the boss.

He felt like he had heard Manning the wolf's snoring, but the wolf didn't make a sound.

Motarian blinked in bewilderment, clearly not understanding what Hades was thinking.

But when the purpose came, it was inconvenient for him to stay for a long time.

Hades stood beside the original body, and the huge team slowly departed

Relieved from Mortarion's coercion, the technical sergeants who had been silent for a long time moved.

They had just come up close and personal with one of the primordials.

"That's one. An adult like no other. ”

"Every adult is different."

Discussions began within the Ultramarines.

"Isn't he, unfamiliar?"

The smell of poison gas still echoed at the tip of his nose, and the wolf said through gritted teeth.

This sentence directly pulled out the thoughts of the technical sergeants who were immersed in the shock of the original body, and then they suddenly realized Hades's previous words.

Silent.

The other Space Marines began to wonder if he would come to visit them if their original body reached Mars.

The Ultramarines believed that Master Killiman would, and the Shadowmoon Wolves thought with confidence, while the Iron Hand was silent, knowing that the answer was probably "no".

White Scar didn't care about that, and the salamanders fell silent.

Iron WarriorsThe Iron Warriors have stopped thinking.

"I'm going to talk to my warriors about some legion matters, and it's inconvenient for the sages to come over."

Motarian stared blankly at the mechanical sage trying to mount the vehicle.

The tall Grim Reaper now unleashed his coercion, and the temperature seemed to plummet.

The logical system is operating.

"Yes, sir."

Electronic stereo.

Ignoring the sage, Motarian stepped onto the vehicle, and Hades and a historian followed the original into the car.

It's a special transporter, with an all-black exterior and a special treatment at the doorway.

The car began to move, dust kicked up beside it, and not far away, the Mecha vehicle followed closely after the vehicle in which the original body was riding.

Motarian glanced out the window indifferently.

"That's it."

？

What's OK?

As if in reply to Hades's doubts, the rickety historian who followed them into the car slowly took off his hood, he had been hidden in the crowd before, inconspicuous,

It's Machado.

The wise man looked at Hades with deep eyes, but said nothing.

"You leave with Machado in a moment, Hades."

Motarian spoke,

"Huh?"

Hades asked, puzzled,

"What are you doing, where are you going?"

Motarian frowned in displeasure,

"Ask him to go, and I don't know."

"I just brought you here at his request."

Hades looked back at Machado, but the old man simply closed his eyes.

"You'll know after that, and before that, let me rest for a while."

It can't really be that he was sent over to the sage to be used as material, right?!

"Don't think about it."

Macardo opened his eyes, glanced at Hades helplessly, and then closed his rest again.

"There shouldn't be any danger."

Motarian spoke,

"Otherwise, I won't be able to spare this psyker."

Hades blinked,

"Then why is it like this?"

So. High?

"If you want to hide one thing, why not try to put it in the shadow of another high-profile thing?"

Macardo's voice sounded slowly.

The Primordial has an aura that attracts the attention of others, and when the gaze on Mars is attracted to a Primordial who changes its trajectory at will, the focus on other corners will be weakened.

The price will only be the sage on Mars who has a strange impression of this primordial being.

Arrogant, stubborn, not following the arrangement, self-conscious

But it's clear that neither Motarian nor Machado cares about that.

Realizing Macardo's intentions, Hades fell silent.

Although he knew that Motarian probably had a bad mouth every day. But now—

Motarian, you've been cheated by Machado, aren't you?!

However, Motarian had a nonchalant expression on his face, as if it was a burden-free thing to make a bad impression on these sages.

No!

You've got to take care of the logistics!

Hades quickly began to show Motarian the behavior patterns of these mechanical sages, and at the same time sent him his previous plan for the docking of death guards with Mars, and began to persuade Motarian to pay attention to these mechanical sages that most of the original beings did not like-

With the exception of the Primitives, who have a preference for machines, most of the Primordials are not very welcoming to these Mechanical Sages.

But sadly, until the end, Hades thought that Motarian didn't realize the importance of befriending the sage.

The vehicle drove into a wasteland on the edge of the city, and a roar interrupted their conversation.

[Welcome to the section of the road I am responsible for.] 】

[The Sage of Collier Jersey will be in charge of the next part of Lord Motarian's journey.] 】

Huge steel behemoths suddenly emerged from the ground, and metal convoys of mimic insects crawled rapidly, following their vehicles closely, and countless other insect mimic vehicles suddenly appeared, surrounding them like a swarm.

The tall sage stood firmly on top of the giant worm, her red robes flying.

Flying sand was everywhere, and jammers were working, obscuring the figures of these car groups.

"It's now."

Macado, who had just closed his eyes and rested, suddenly opened his eyes and moved to the door of the car with a strange agility.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the door opened, and the red-hot sand of Mars slammed into the car.

Collier Jersey bowed slightly, one of the giant worm's joints reached the door, and the two galloping beasts reached a delicate balance at this moment.

"Let's go!"

The emaciated old man immediately jumped along the joints of the giant worm, and Hades blinked dumbfounded, then hurriedly got up and walked past the joints.

"Remember to come back soon."

Motarian's voice rang out behind them.

Seeing that the two had already entered the worm-shaped vehicle, Collier Jersey looked at Motarian and nodded silently, and a sage tied up by five flowers appeared at the end of the joint.

Although the sage had apparently had his engine locked by the code, Collier Jersey had added a number of chains to him just in case.

Mortarian took the scythe and took the sage from the worm's joint and placed him in the seat across from him.

Then he nodded to the sage outside the car.

[It was my pleasure to escort Lord Motarian.] ］

The giant worm's arm quickly reached back, and the tip slammed into the ground with a muffled sound.

Collier Jersey stood gracefully on the galloping vehicle, driving the swarm of metal bugs slowly away, flying sand and dust gone.

As Motarian watched them leave, he reached out again and closed the door.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

Now it's just the two of them in the car.

Motarian rested his chin carelessly with his hands, but his eyes were fixed on the sage.

The hoarse voice of the Grim Reaper sounded,

"I heard you're interested in anti-psionic powers, Kirkland Sage?"

"And, I've heard you're interested in Death Guard too?"

Answering him was Kirkland's sage's smoking, trembling mechanical body.

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