Hades was finally released from prison — no, he finally didn't have to supervise Magnus.

Who will be watching over Magnus next? Riemann Ruz or Makado? Hades didn't know, but he was sure that the emperor would give Magnus a proper overseer.

Hades walked lightly, since the meeting of Nikea, he has either been supporting the emperor or looking at Magnus in a daze in prison, the emperor is a workaholic, does not mean that Hades is too.

Hades followed the route the Emperor had told him to navigate the Dream, most likely to a secret room for private conversations.

He walked through the dimly lit cell area, the candlelight shining on Hades' armor, and then he smelled the rain and gunsmoke, which made Hades stagnate, but he kept going.

The faint white starlight shone through the porthole and shone on the ground, and he saw Machado standing there waiting for him, and behind the old man, in the darkness was ......

Motarian and Riemanrus.

The Lord of Death's armor was splattered with blood and bullet marks, the blood seemed to have just congealed, and the Winter Lord's fur was glowing with the stench of psionic energy, and from Riemanrus, Hades smelled Magnus in confusion.

"Here we are."

The old man calmly opened his eyes and prepared to take Hades to the secret room, Hades blinked, he stared at the two primitives, but it seemed that Makado did not intend to give him time to talk to them.

Motarion's scythe slammed down, blocking Hades' path.

A hoarse voice sounded,

You've been on this ship all along, Hades? 】

Hades nodded,

"I'm watching psychic prisoners, the war is over?"

Motarian glanced at the back of Machado behind him, and he stretched his voice very long,

[Thanks to the psykers, the warriors don't have to fight the crazy subspace creatures on a rainy night-]

Psykers? Marcado played?

Immediately afterward, Hades realized that Motarian was referring to the Emperor.

The sound of Machado's scepter smashing to the ground was echoed along with the snoring of Riemanrus.

"Motarian, if no one expects you to open your mouth, then you don't have to speak."

The old man's tired voice sounded, and Hades could already imagine Machado frowning.

Hades coughed a few times,

"Old Ma, I still want to ask about the progress of the construction plan of the Death Guard."

Machado turned his head, and the eyes under the hood wanted to give Hades two sticks at once,

"First of all, I'm not called Lao Ma;"

"Secondly—my lord has something important to look for."

Motarian sneered, and then he raised his scythe, and before doom fell, the Lord of Death whispered, as if answering Hades' question.

Hades sighed, grasping for infrastructure, grasping for infrastructure—his voice dissipated into the darkness that Machado had led him into.

Riemannus muttered, his hand subconsciously touching the fur around his waist, where Magnus's one-eyed was hidden.

——————

Hades stared at the tea in front of him, a familiar picture, the last time it seemed to be on an Ultramarine.

"Prospero didn't have a big incident, did he?"

Hades asked tentatively,

"Nothing at the moment."

The Emperor said calmly, staring at the map of the empire's territory in front of him, pondering.

"The Changeling has shown me some minor illusions, and he's still trying to play tricks."

"You're up against him?!"

The emperor raised his eyes and stared at Hades,

"No, he fled."

"It would be unwise to drain his own strength in vain, Chaos has its own laws and wars, and he will not be so generous in dealing with the Empire."

Hades sighed, it's just that Tzeentch doesn't want to eat himself, right, and the other three gods must also deal with the empire.

"What about Magnus? I still don't think it's safe at all. ”

"Nothing is going to happen, Hades, there's nothing going to happen."

The Emperor said casually, and Hades realized that this was a gamble, and he remembered that the Emperor had turned his finger bones before...... It turned out that everything had its signs, but Hades didn't understand it at the time.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no one more conscientious than the emperor in this damn dung pit, Hades would have to run away with a bucket sooner or later, and not have anything to do with gamblers, this is Hades's realization.

"At present, there are a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand sons imprisoned by the empire, and those who are good at using spiritual energy will be incorporated into my name."

Macado on the side added in time.

"Grey Knight."

The old man said, taking a sip of tea at the same time, as if he was tired of the endless related work he would have to face in the future,

"The flesh mutations of the thousand sons have not been resolved, and now that Prospero is burned and Magnus is imprisoned, the flesh mutations of these thousand sons may recur at any time."

Makado sounds as usual,

"I will find a way to get some more genetic seeds from other legions to neutralize them, but the seeds of a thousand sons will still be the main component."

Hades spoke sullenly,

"What about the flesh mutation?"

Machado glanced at him,

"It is enough to be able to fight until then, the empire needs their combat power, and unstable bombs are far more valuable than stable stones."

Hades sighed,

"Are you sure these thousand sons can fight for the Empire, Machado? Do you need me—"

"Leave the psionics' affairs to the psykers, Hades."

Machado immediately interrupted Hades,

"The psionics who have been eroded by the black domain are afraid that they will not be able to release the same brightness of the soul fire as the original in this life - Hades, don't leave a psychological shadow on the innocent psionics!"

After Machado finished speaking, he found that Hades was staring straight at him, with his mouth open as if he wanted to say something,

Macado immediately interrupted Hades' unrealistic stupid fantasies,

"Except for me, my psionic strength at that time was higher than yours."

"That's good."

Hades smiled, and at the same time began to drink tea, and the cup he was given was still oversized-

The emperor's voice sounded hesitantly,

"Hades, would you like to ......?"

Quite a rare question-like sentence and hesitant tone, the tea in Hades's mouth almost squirted out, he quickly put down the tea, and stared at the emperor seriously,

"Would you like to follow the Sixteenth Legion, the Shadow Moon Wolf?"

"Something happened to Horus?"

Hades asked nervously,

So fast?

Then he saw the emperor shake his head, a reaction that was clearly beyond Hades's expectations, and Hades looked at Makado, but the old man hid his face in the steaming heat of the hood and tea.

Machado remembered what he had asked the emperor, that the Lord of Men would be like this after all.

"Hades,"

The Emperor said calmly, his eyes swelling with gold.

"It's a request."

"I hope you can stay by the Commander's side, keep him safe from Chaos, and when I return to Terra, as long as the Commander's command is still strong and Horus is still sane, then the situation in the Empire will still be clear."

The Emperor paused,

"I also know that you want to return to the Death Guard, and that will be your choice."

Hades was silent, and then, he asked carefully,

"Aren't you able to prophesy, Neos, or use logic to figure out where I'm best fit?"

The Emperor remembered that he had seen the empty shell of Horus, and Magnus, who had been his primary concern, had secretly traded his soul with the Changeling.

"You're hard to predict...... Hades, the omen of you can only be portrayed through the side of fate that is affected by you. ”

"But if according to the logic of the physical world, you are suitable to go to the side of Horus, Lupecar needs someone who can avoid him from being disturbed by subspace."

Hades stared at the Emperor, the Emperor...... Silence.

Neos picked up his tea and sipped it calmly.

Hades mused that he could at least make sure that one of the Primals who was following him didn't fall...... In other words, the Emperor will definitely give priority to deploying him next to the high-ranking Primordials - then it will definitely be Horus, or Killiman with a large army.

But it's a request...... It's more like ...... A request mixed with personal emotions.

Hades smiled bitterly,

"I should be on Horus's side."

"And...... I believe that Mortarian and the Death Guard will be the most determined Primordials. ”

The emperor seemed to breathe a sigh of relief—

"But!"

Hades shouted,

"I'm asking for a new outfit for the Death Guard! You are not allowed to have an opinion! ”

The Emperor smiled,

"It's your freedom."

But his smile was soon drowned out by tiredness,

"Time is running out,"

The emperor said,

"I need to get back to Terra in time, the network experiment has reached a critical juncture, and it's about to close the subspace channel in Terra."

The Emperor stretched out his hand, and a map of the galaxy appeared on the table, on which Hades could see the myriad symbols marking the Legion flashing.

"Let me tell you what the situation is, Hades."

Beep beep

(End of chapter)