If Hades could see how much others thought of him, he would now be puzzled as to why Fenus Manus, the Lord of Medusa, would add ten to him from time to time.

But even if he couldn't see the favorability of others, Hades could see that Machado's patience with him was at its limit, so he wisely chose to speed up his speech.

"Old horse, you must remember, Fogen's sword, Perturabo's psychological problems, Koz's prophecy, Angelon's nails - ah, I'm going to solve this matter, that's fine, Magnus don't let him play with psionic powers, be careful when Horus becomes the commander, Luojia...... Luojia also pays attention to mental health, as well as Alpha and Omega - don't let the nine of them bite each other's heads. ”

Hades bowed, put his hands on Machado's shoulders, and quickly finished what he wanted to say, but he was responded to by Machado's slightly impatient and helpless expression.

"Hades,"

The old man said slowly,

"What's on your back?"

Hades was stunned,

"The sword of the nemesis."

"To make it easier for you to understand, Hades, let me give you the simplest example."

Makado whispered,

"Since the sword of the old enemy is no longer on its intended trajectory, how can you expect the sword to still reach its former position."

Hadeska got a card,

"But at least the primordials I just talked about have some psychological problems...... If you are directed......

Macado interrupted Hades with a wave of his hand,

"Hades, can you name a mentally healthy — or in other words, a hard-to-corrode primordial?"

Hades was silent for a long time, and he squeezed a name out of his teeth,

“…… Khan. ”

Machado nodded, then shook his head again,

"The khan did not trust either the empire nor the emperor, and that was his problem."

Hades stared at Machado,

"This shouldn't be a matter for empires and emperors—"

Machado raised his hand, and a crackling flash of psionic energy gathered on his hand, a threat, similar to a warning light coming on, and Hades playfully let his words spin in time.

"I still hope you can set up a management oversight mechanism for Terra and the Legion, Makado, although this is not realistic."

Machado shook his head, and the old man's wise and tired gaze shot out from under his hood,

"Hades, the fastest time for an order to be sent from Terra and accepted by the nearest legion is a week, and the way the command is transmitted is the Astral Court, which means that the waves of subspace can easily interfere with it."

"And the Empire's largest military institution is the Legion, how do you limit the Empire's largest violent institution?"

Hades took a deep breath, and then he sighed,

"I know...... I was just...... Hopefully I'll be able to do something more, before the storm comes. ”

"At least I can yell at someone sailing on the sea?"

Hades's few words made Macado sigh for less than a fraction of a second, and then, Hades smiled, and he patted Machado in a friendly way,

"Old Ma, although the reality is bleak, as long as we work hard, greater blessings are waiting-"

"Get out," Macado said softly, "Get out, Hades, don't make me repeat it a second time." ”

Machado struck the ground with his scepter,

"I'll go to the Legion you've asked to oversee it, and once again stress to my lord that if necessary, I'll suggest that my lord talk to the Primitives, but don't expect that to change much, Hades."

What's more, Machado silently thought in his heart that there was more than one difficult place, some of the primordials were accustomed to interpreting the actions of the emperor and the empire from the perspective of pure interests and politics, and some of the primordials were purely analyzed from a personal point of view-

This means that each move of the Emperor and Terra will have a different response, and this response is not destined to be good.

The situation is critical, and if it were Macardo, he would never be able to laugh, and he still had the leisure to joke.

Machado stared at Hades in front of him.

"You can go."

Hades blinked,

"I'll miss the memories of the Glory of Marcurag, with Neos, with Killiman, with you, old horse."

"I'm not called Lao Ma."

"Okay, old - Machado."

Hades turned his head to board the ship, where little Herrela, Blackfa, and Charon were waiting for him behind him.

But suddenly, a dizzying burst of golden light flashed on the spacious deck, and the emperor slowly walked out of it.

"I'm late."

He said, and raised his hand, which the emperor held with a black braided rope in his hand.

"Changed that wire, Hades, I said I had a rope."

Hades quickly turned around, and a smile hung on his lips,

"I thought I was just leaving, and when would we see each other again, Neos?"

Hades reached out and pulled the rope away, and naturally began to replace the rope.

"I'll see you soon."

The emperor said,

"It would be a surprise for you."

Hades raised an eyebrow,

"Then I'll start looking forward to it first, I hope it won't be a scare."

The emperor shook his head, and he spoke,

"You should go, the Legion of the Twelfth awaits you."

Hades was dumbfounded,

"You should probably change your name, Neos, it's your child, after all."

"It makes no difference, but if you insist, then Anglon's legions await you."

Hades sighed,

"Talk to the Primitives, Neos, maybe this will save hundreds of millions of people."

"I will, it's you who should be worried, Hades."

Hades sideways,

"Don't worry, I'm afraid of death."

Machado snorted coldly, not knowing if he was approving or disagreeing, or if he simply wanted to disdain Hades.

They had a few more brief conversations, but there was nothing to talk about, and then Hades got on board and got out.

The distance gave him courage, and Hades stuck to the window, shouting old horse, old horse, and whatever he wanted.

After Hades left, the emperor turned his head, and he stared at Machado,

"Why does he call you Old Ma, Makado?"

Makado felt like he was about to crush his teeth,

"That's ...... Hades has a damn bad taste. ”

The emperor was thoughtful.

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No one knew exactly what the Lord of Death and the Lord of Medusa had talked about that day and what kind of agreement had been reached, except for the two primitives Motarian and Ferus, but when Ferus left the Forbearance, he did so with a faint pungent smell and a harder, icy mask.

And the Lord of Death, who sat comfortably in his seat, was clearly pleased with the conversation.

The three legions spent some time on the charred land of the Servants, Volcans to commemorate the innocent dead, and Fernus accompanied Vulcan, both of whom had a deep dialogue with their souls on the planet.

The Death Guard seems to have gone back to the place where the three primordials had been trapped, and no one knows what Motarian had done, followed by the crazy sage of the Death Guard.

The Primitives reunited after this, and Vulcan, who liked to give weapons to his brothers, gave Mortarian a large scythe, and he may have really listened to Mortarion's so-called "dream".

Unlike the scythe that Mortarian snatched from his adoptive father, and the ominous and deathly scythe was entangled all over, the mistletoe forged by the Lord of the Fire Dragon seemed to have infinite vitality, and the patterns on it were like new leaves, reminiscent of the mottled greenery of the branches.

Interestingly, perhaps because of the Dragon Lord's sensitivity to forging, Vulcan coincidentally chose blackstone as the main material, doped with lead to increase the malleability of the material.

While Motarian doesn't use this weapon often, the Lord of Death is more familiar with his scythe of silence. The mistletoe will lie quietly in the Death Guard's collection room until the day it is truly needed.

After submitting a war report to the Empire and proving that the planet could not be taxed for the next fifty years, the Death Guard, the Iron Hand, and the Salamanders departed.

The Death Guard and Salamander go to the next battle, while the Iron Hand travels to the Emperor's Son under the leadership of the Proto, but Fernus, who knew everything about Fugen, did not mention the conversation with Mortarian.

It would be a secret, a promise, an agreement, a ...... I accidentally saw the hearts of people in the same world.

Although Fernus hoped that day would never come, he hoped it was an illusion, he hoped that Motarian was a madman, he hoped that maybe he was just a madman who believed in the madman's nonsense.

But in the face of Fogen, Fernus said nothing about that drunkenness.

2.6k, don't wait, maybe there is

(End of chapter)