【High-Dimensional Viewing Room】

"Okay,"

Hades Geyou was lying on the sofa, looking at the emperor who was about to change the plate with a plate,

"Huang Laohan, what are you looking at today?"

The Emperor happily raised his hand and turned the disc in his hand, which was a pure black disc with the words "Top Secret" scribbled in golden handwriting.

"Your funeral."

At that moment, Hades thought he had definitely heard the sound of schadenfreude, and he jerked up from the couch,

"Wait- my funeral?! Why haven't I heard of this thing?! ”

"Which living person do you think can know about his funeral?"

Macardo calmly said that since the previous "old horse", he decided to ignore Hades's "old man" - it stands to reason that he should uphold the dignity of the lord of mankind.

Now, that's their business, and it's not about Machado.

Hardston paused,

"That's right, old horse,"

He grabbed a handful of popcorn from Machado's popcorn bucket, and Makado held the bucket up for Hades to take as if he had already laid down and accepted his fate.

"Who attended? Mortarian, Garo, Vaux—"

"Motarian didn't participate."

The Emperor said that he tapped the television, and after the picture appeared, he snapped his fingers and teleported the psionic energy back to the couch.

Hades blinked,

“…… Did he die before me? ”

"He had an epiphany."

Macardo said mercilessly, and at the time he was trying to figure out a way for this damn "subspace primordial".

Haha, damn psykers.

The image appeared, and Hades decisively closed his mouth, recognizing the image as the hall under the Dragon's Spine of the Fortitude.

Beneath the Dragon's Spine of the Fortitude is a long, narrow hall that stretches as far as the eye can see, and is wide enough for the Titans to pass side by side.

As the camera panned, Hades saw a sea of bones white and green—the neatly lined Death Guards, and a stubborn, misfitted little red horn of the Sage of the Army.

It could be seen that the whole hall was in extremely low temperatures, and a thin layer of white mist rose under the feet of the people, and above those portholes, there was a faint frost crawling.

The use of psionic energy will cause cooling, Hades thought, there is a high probability that there is a person with strong psionic energy present?

Anyway, he really made friends with a few psionics who had a good relationship with him?

Hades thought as he began to eat melon seeds, ignoring Machado and the emperor.

Regular audience, he can think of.

The camera continues to move, and at the end of the hall, black staircases arch up, and at the top is a simple to simple Barbarus-style tombstone, and on its side, Galo, who is bowing his head in silence.

"It's okay,"

Hades commented, and took another handful of melon seeds,

"Barbaros Classic, they didn't give me a whole job."

Machado coughed and said with some mockery,

"What do you think it will be?"

Hardston paused,

"Come on, old horse, you and I are both people who have seen the world, haven't you seen the Empire's treatment of [heroes]? And the exaggerated style of mechanical teaching? ”

"Thanks to Motarian, thanks to the Death Guard, in this empire that pursues complexity and luxury, there is still a heart that pursues simplicity."

Machado stopped talking, and the emperor smiled,

"It's so basic,"

He commented, frowning a little imperceptibly,

"Even if your primary color is black, they need to be at least embellished with some gold."

The emperor's fingertips lit up with golden light slightly, as if he wanted to process the picture with a golden filter.

Hades immediately shouted,

"Don't be golden! This is my funeral! ”

The golden light of the emperor's fingertips suddenly faded, and he was as good as a stream,

"You're right, it's your funeral, listen to you - Machado, my funeral is going to be golden, never ......"

The emperor glanced at the picture and paused for a moment,

"When you go to the archives of the palace, I have already finalized three different plans."

Hades made a voice of disgust, it was always Machado who did his duty, and even at this moment, he said that he would take this task seriously.

While the emperor and Hades were talking, the camera zoomed in on the tombstone, with several passages engraved in Gothic and Barbarus.

Hades, a great Barbarusian, a true man. 】

Hadiston froze, his hand holding the melon seed hovering in mid-air, and the picture stayed there, and there came some of the usual polite words of the servant, which could be applied to both the funeral of a fraudster and the funeral of an old grandmother.

"Well......" Hades said, he could feel the Emperor's psionic gaze on him,

"I didn't expect them to think highly of me."

Makado frowned,

"You should have a clear idea of yourself, actually, if this is really your funeral, I think it's a bit rudimentary — it's not enough."

Hades continued to eat melon seeds,

"Old horse, you don't understand the death guard."

He said

"This is already the highest evaluation for the unspoken Death Guard, and I suspect that Mortarian will not be able to get the title of 'Great' and 'True Man' when he comes."

Macado smirked,

"Motarian - you say the guy who doesn't do personnel? How could he possibly get a second evaluation. ”

The interested emperor spoke, interrupting the two,

"Hades,"

He asked with great interest,

"You should have left yourself an epitaph—what would you like to engrave?"

Hades stared at the emperor,

"I remember someone having prepared their own way of burial - listen to you first."

"Wordless."

The Emperor replied cleanly,

"Okay, it's your turn."

Given that he is the emperor, it is possible that his answer is either true or simply teasing Hades, but because he is the emperor, it is impossible for Hades to further verify whether it is true or false.

Hades stopped and thought for a moment,

"I'm going to ask for advertising space, if you are interested, please contact the Death Guard Legion."

Machado, who was drinking water, suddenly let out a violent cough, and the emperor and Hades' eyes moved to the old man, and the golden light lit up, and Makado sat there again with a speechless face.

The emperor smiled and looked at Hades,

"Novel angle, but I'd like to get a normal answer."

Hades was silent, and he spoke again,

"By the time you see this line, you've already stepped on me, please move your foot."

Machado was furious, as if he had roared,

"I now think you didn't leave any last words or epitaphs [before you died] - what a great move, because I have to hide what you said afterwards anyway!"

Hades rejoiced,

"Old horse, what are you going to write for me?"

Machado took a deep breath, he really began to think about it, Hades and the emperor looked at each other, this is the natural toil.

"First of all," Macado said,

"I will respect your origins and legions, and even if you are supposed to belong to the Empire, I will give priority to the glorious title you have earned in the Death Guard."

"Canteen Devourer?"

Hades asked tentatively, and Machado gave him a roll of his eyes and didn't speak,

"Then there is the title bestowed by the Emperor, and then according to the relationship between the Mechonia and the Empire at that time, I will selectively listen to the proposals from the Mecha side."

"Don't,"

Hades waved his hand,

"You can't put [Ohm Messiah] after the Great Devourer of the Canteen."

Makado looked like he was about to explode, so Hades expertly changed the subject, and he reached out with his hand holding the potato chips and pointed at the picture

"—Alas, you see, Killiman appeared, and Angron."

Hades's words slowly froze, and he broke away from his relaxed tone and stared at the picture with a frown.

“…… Anglon...... A little off? ”

After spending many days with Angelon, Hades knew that Angelon shouldn't be like this,

Makadopi smiled and smiled.

"Because he knows you're not dead."

？！

Hades was shocked, he stared at Machado,

“…… Did you cheat him? ”

"It's because he's too smart."

Macado smiled treacherously,

"He's just coming out of that [angry] state, he's in a state of unbridled perception of his own abilities, and he needs to know that it's wrong—at least, he's going to need to be cautious about that."

"Ah,"

Hades spoke,

"I see, Angron is trying to probe your emotions?"

Machado ignored Hades and continued to stare at the picture, Hades saw that Machado ignored him, he was bored for a while, and continued to watch the video upside down.

He saw Gilliman standing in front of his tombstone with a sad face, and for a long time he could not let go, and for the first time Hades saw Killiman so sad and tired, that there was a rare whiteness in his blonde hair.

Killiman nodded to Garrow, who gave a brief return salute, and then Lady Judton, beside Killiman, placed the three white flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone.

Killiman briefly described the flower, which Hades was not interested in, and was roughly a crop that would only grow on the steepest cliffs of Maculag, and would only bloom if it had experienced stormy weather or something.

The Lord of Maculag seemed to be trying to say something, but the atmosphere on the Fortitude was too heavy, too silent, and he couldn't seem to speak out loud with his saddest apologies and heartfelt promises.

In the end, Killeman had to whisper a few words to Garrow,

Hades opened his mouth, and in a few words, Killiman promised a lot of benefits to the Death Guard.

Perhaps Killiman is also making up for the Lord of Death who has [epiphany] because of his own mistakes.

Next was Angron, still the same set, and Karn, beside the Lord of the Red Sand, stepped forward and placed two small glass bottles like grit.

In Hades' identification, a bottle of red sand from the gladiatorial arena was ...... What's the other white one?

As if hearing Hades's doubts, the emperor stretched out his hand, and there was a little white grit in his palm,

The two looked at each other, and Hades instantly understood that this was the sacrifice that Angelon gave him,

His nose told him that it was—

Sugar!

Hades laughed,

"I understand what Angelon means, he knows that I'm not dead, waiting to go back to dinner!"

The emperor smiled and withdrew his hand,

“…… Twelve. ”

The Emperor said softly, shaking his head again.

"My lord, you don't need to be so yourself."

Macado immediately spoke, and Hades hurriedly said,

"That's right, Huang Laohan, you see that you don't care about him, he is not still alive and well."

Perhaps it was implicit in Hades's words that the fact that the emperor had succeeded in prostituting himself for nothing, and the emperor was really not sad - perhaps he was not very sad before.

The emperor clapped his hands and stood up,

"I'm going to talk to Angelon."

He said resolutely, as if he had decided to launch a great expedition today,

The emperor turned his head and stared at Hades,

"You are not allowed to go."

Hades, who was about to stand up and eat the daily filial piety of the royal father and son, sat back obediently.

Seeing that the emperor was leaving, Makado also got up to follow, and the happy movie-watching activity instantly became a daily snack for Hades alone, Hades simply held three buckets of popcorn in one hand and fast-forwarded madly with the other.

It's not interesting, that's all there is to the official scene of the funeral, Motarian is not there, and Hades can't see the scene of the Lord of Death suddenly going crazy.

Hades admired Killiman's sadness for a moment, and then looked at Angelon standing beside Killiman, with a look of desire and sadness.

Angron, thank you.

Fast forward, fast forward.

The representative of the Mechanic Sect arrived, and one of the oil guys was so excited that the leakage burned through the behavior board, and was carried down by his companion, who also looked like he was about to epilepsy.

Hades decided to be a little nicer to the Mechists.

The memorial service is over, but the video is still not over, and on the contrary, Hades realizes that the progress bar is still long.

Hades frowned, realizing that things weren't easy.

The people left, the candles were extinguished in teardrops, and the entire empty hall was plunged into complete darkness, with only a faint white mist drifting.

Crunch - the side door opened, and the scarlet light lit up in the darkness,

Hades straightened up, and he saw Pasteur, and the men of the foundry department, and the technical sergeants standing in a circle around his tombstone, bowing their heads in mourning.

After a few minutes, they quietly left the place, and placed a multipurpose Phillips screw in front of Hades' tombstone.

Hades stared at it for a moment, finally determining that the screw just looked like a screw and was actually some kind of pastry.

After another half hour or so, a second group crept in, this time not Space Marines, but Company Zero, and the Soulless kept watch for Hades for a while, and then quietly left.

What they put on them was a pile of white things, which could not have been white sugar, and Hades speculated that it was the ashes of a psyker.

All right...... The remaining spiritual energy in the ashes, he is not inedible.

Ten minutes later, the Hades Death Watch political cadets entered, and through their shoulder armor, Hades could see that they were all mixed well, and had achieved a fairly important political position within the Death Guard.

After this wave left, Hades had an extra handwritten book in front of his grave.

……

Hades watched in silence, anyway, his tombstone was very lively, and there was an endless stream of visitors, but they all subtly did not bump into each other, and there were even different identities who came to mourn twice?! What the hell is this?

Auxiliaries, Barbaros Death Guards, Garaspas, Canteen Logistics, Sages, Command Office, Apothecary......

Looking at the densely packed and already full of offerings, Hades' scalp tingled.

For the first time, he intuitively realized that he was really popular.

Even though Motarian has sealed most of the legends about Hades, the people who witnessed Hades' "glory" have not died, and there are people who have come to Galaspa because of his policy, or who have not seen him and simply want to see the heroic recruits.

Thinking about it this way, Hades realized that the internal classification of the Death Guard was quite complicated.

As the progress bar drew to a close, there was silence in front of his grave.

Hades breathed a sigh of relief, and he was uncomfortable as he watched the increasing number of sacrifices that the person concerned did not receive them—which inexplicably frustrated him.

A little firelight lit up, and then a dull sound,

Hades shouted directly,

"Karastiphon?!"

He shouted,

"Which one didn't let it out for you?! I warn you—you are not allowed to steal my sacrifices! ”

Dauntless to kill him! Dig a place!

Luckily, Hades saw Vaux, who fell far behind Daring Dreadno, staring at Callas.

Callas had a long scythe pinned to him, which Hades recognized as Motarian's mistletoe.

Daring Do stopped not far from Hades' tomb with difficulty—the offerings that had been laid down the steps prevented him from furthering.

Callas laughed sarcastically.

Unexpectedly, Hades thought that he started eating melon seeds again,

"Unpopular Imp ......"

Kalas whispered, Hades' assessment of this was that he was talking nonsense with his eyes open, and that Kalas was still leaving the old version of Barbarus.

Besides, his soulless physique involuntarily made others think that he was a subspace defense, was this kind of thing that he could solve at that time?

Kalas was silent.

Hades stared at him as if he were dead—Hades wished he was dead, motionless until the night in Macurag was coming to an end.

Karastiphon kept the spirit of Hades, who was not dead, in the middle of the night, and in a trance, Hades seemed to see a big white mist in the dark corner behind Karas.

Eventually, Typhon left, the only one of the gang who didn't offer Hades a sacrifice.

Who do you look down upon?

Hades is a man who will be rewarded, and Callas stays at his grave, and the number of sacrifices is +0, so the next time he goes to his grave, the number of sacrifices increases or decreases...... That must be negative.

No, yes!

(End of chapter)