The clearance in the Octarius field is proceeding exceptionally well.

The main reason is that the war between the Oaks and the Tyranns has consumed too much strength from each other, and a considerable number of planets in this star field have been reduced to white land, which is almost completely useless for the Empire.

Wandering among them, the troops of Oak and Tyrann were also found and wiped out by the Imperial army because they had no supplies and hiding places.

Among them, Hades provided a lot of valuable advice on how to clear the greenskins and Tyron -

He directly provided a list of Greenskins Empire's Greenskin Shot List.

It lists most of the big greenskins with names and surnames in the Netherworld Empire, and the greenskins underneath it.

The Empire hadn't crossed out all of the names on this list, and at least four-fifths of the Oaks on this list had already died in the war with Tyron, with no bones left - no further destruction could be recovered.

Hades didn't expect the Empire to be able to sterilize every big greenskin, and in terms of the efficiency of the Empire, their current actions were already amazingly efficient.

Hades played with the blackstone ornaments around his waist, and when each green-skinned warlord and his forces confirmed death, he took off and destroyed one.

At last...... Only the black skull, which symbolizes the front teeth, has not been removed.

However, most of the Greenskins under the command of the Great Tooth had already been confirmed dead, and after repeated searches and still no news, the Underworld had to abandon the operation.

…… Hades wished it was dead.

In this month, Hades did not directly lead the army, with the help of the database of the underworld, Hades is making up for the current situation in the empire, the new development of strategy and tactics in the past 10,000 years, and the logistics supply plan......

Whenever and wherever you go to the database, you'll see a Hades who is immersed in reading - no, half of his head is plugged into a data cable to transmit data.

This also stimulated the enthusiasm of the sons of Hades, who stepped off the shuttle, on the sickle in their hands, before the blood congealed, and went straight to the reference room - you look at me, I look at you, pick a few political materials, and pretend to look.

Declare in advance that although there has been a strong political interest within the Hades since before the arrival of the Hades.

But most of it is confined to blowing water on each other.

As well as fooling ordinary Imperial administrators, and some Space Marines who are bent on war and have no interest in Imperial politics.

Not listening to the blowing water of the son of Hades has long been a tacit agreement within the death guard.

Looking at the full data room, Hades smiled silently, having witnessed countless cans of reverence for genetic prototypes, of course he knew what was going on.

If someone dares to come over and ask him questions, Hades will answer them.

Of course, if it was pretending to be and asking a foolish question, Hades would also directly knock two sentences.

The son of Hades is studious, and Hades is happy to see this.

It is...... Ay! That mechanical sage over there! How did you get into the exclusive data room of the Son of Hades?! Which little bastard brought him in?!!

Hades looks at the son of Hades, it is good anywhere, but sometimes, the courage is really big, and there are so many comical operations.

He had reason to suspect that before him, the actions of the little cubs were even more unbounded.

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The meeting with Kim-306 was not so dramatic, and on top of Cokutes, Hades met the belated Kim-306.

Before meeting Jin, Hades heard a lot of descriptions of Jin through the son of Hades, in short, as the biggest hero who single-handedly established Hades, Jin Sage is a grumpy old man.

Hades thought for a moment if every recruit who was chosen to join the Sons of Hades would be like that...... active, then Kim's irritability makes sense.

But when he saw Jin, Jin just lifted the red robe and bowed deeply,

"Praise you."

The electronic sound was silent, and then Kim straightened up and fell silent.

He just stood.

If there had been a narrator on the side of the Sons of Hades, they would have recorded this interesting picture, with countless Hades clustered around him, and the red-robed sage standing opposite Hades.

Compared to 10,000 years ago, gold looks so much different.

Hades opened his mouth to speak, but Kim still looked businesslike, respectful but alienated, and the atmosphere was not quite right, Hades thought about it, and he no longer embarrassed Kim.

After explaining what had happened, Kim left.

He couldn't ask everyone to be exactly the same as they were 10,000 years ago, Hades thought, maybe Kim's personal memory of him was very vague, but regardless of his deeds, the credit and hard work of these 10,000 years were all done by Kim.

After Hades made sure that there was no problem with Kim, he said no more.

In the past 10,000 years, Kirkland has become more fanatical, and King has become more calm.

Hades thought.

However, after that, Hades bumped into Kim, who was fighting with Kirkland...... There are also two gladiatorial sages beside him, watching the teasing Booz Bella.

Amid the deafening explosions, Hades decides to retract the preface he thinks Kim has become calmer.

Seeing Hades' doubts, Buz specifically approached Hades for this and explained the matter.

To put it simply, Kim deliberately focused on cultivating the next generation, the next generation, and the next generation...... Unlike Kirkland, who anchors himself to his ultimate goal, Kim chooses to dilute the fact that he is an old thing with other things.

Hades expressed understanding and welcomed Kim to come to him at any time if he had any difficulties.

After Buzz's message, Kim still didn't react, but after a long time, the servant next to Kim recorded a sigh from the great sage.

Someone always needs to be sober.

He doesn't want to be the next Kirkland, he needs to have his own thinking and considerations.

Instead, Hades forgave him for his disrespect...... This is ...... Kim was even more emotional.

He realized that his path to professional ethics would become difficult.

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【Macurag】

Another insect plague.

The black wood, which had been scorched by the smoke of gunpowder, sprouted new branches, and a starling jumped and bounced, streaks of multicolored light gliding over its moving feathers.

Calgar looked up and looked at the little bird with fascination, as if he felt the gaze of the Ultramarines Legion, and the starling chirped, flapped its wings and flew away, leaving only a trembling new branch.

Karga had no choice but to bow his head, and in vain he gathered the layers of paper on the table, and continued to approve the documents.

In recent years, Makurag has once again been raided by the Zerg since the Tyranid invasion two hundred years ago, but the good news is that the Tyranid force suddenly disappeared in the middle of the war.

Legend has it that this Tyranid fleet went to Octarius.

The Octarius field has been controlled by the Death Guards, and Calga doesn't know the exact information.

But for the Ultramarines Legion, Tyran's offensive will never stop - some wise men in the Legion have hypothesized that the Five Hundred Worlds are listed as a key offensive sector by Tyrann.

They can only continue to defend.

Some of the people who remained in the disaster forever from the dense and overwhelming swarm, and the survivors continued to walk, and the wind blew, and the old trees pulled out new branches, and the birds would eventually sing again.

Despite the dull pain in his shattered leg bones from Tarron's crushing and the lingering smell of medical gel on the tip of his nose since he left the emergency room, Calga was sure he had survived, just like Maculag this time.

Suppressing the pain that has not yet healed, Calga approves the documents, most of the planets of the five hundred worlds are in urgent need of reconstruction, and the defenses that have been overwhelmed by Tyranid must be repaired...... On some planets, the old wounds from the last Tyrann attack have not yet healed,

He opened the letter from Terra.

Karga frowned.

Beneath the seals are greetings from the High Lords, who praise the Ultramarines for their feats in fighting Tyranny, and then ask if the Five Hundred Worlds need the Empire's support.

Support?

Calga's gaze became gloomy.

Laws and regulations, full of cannibalism, the greedy Terra took advantage of the five hundred worlds to exhaust the desolation after Tyron, and pointed her sword at Macurag.

Last ...... They were tempted in the same way, but they were afraid of the death guards who befriended the Ultramarines, so they had to give up.

This...... It seems that even Terra's side knows about the commotion on the Death Guard's side.

The paper between Calga's fingers clicked.

The High Lords are not stupid, Terra only hopes for the planets on the edge of the five hundred worlds, in all fairness, after Tyron is wreaking, it is indeed a difficult problem for the extreme warriors who lack talents to manage the huge five hundred worlds.

But that doesn't mean they can't manage it well.

Calga knew what the High Lords meant, and if the Ultramarines didn't give in, the High Lords were afraid that they would have to make something "go wrong" on the planet on the edge of the five hundred worlds.

If the soft ones don't work, the hard ones will come.

Calgar's brow furrowed, he didn't want to give up these worlds, once the opening was opened, he couldn't get it back.

But at times like these...... In the 500 worlds, Karga did not want to ignite the flames of war again.

No, it must not be let out.

He was silent, the new leaves outside the window still green.

The servant entered, dropped a letter beside the silent Karga, and left again.

Karga sighed, his hand raised to rub his brow, and casually glanced at the new letter, on which a familiar under-flattened self-portrait was printed.

It was an expedited highest-level personal letter from Buz Bella, a scribbled little head gesturing in triumph.

Karga took a deep breath.

He remembered the empty display case in the gallery next to the temple.

He wasn't disrespectful to the old-timer, but the style of the Son of Hades made Buzz's reputation among Ultramarines very subtle.

Although many times it was Buzz who came to the aid of the Ultramarines, such as maneuvering with politicians in Terra, communicating with the Death Guards, and repelling Tyranny......

But he's too out of tune personally.

I have to describe it...... It's not so serious.

Although the son of Hades has an excellent reputation in the five hundred worlds, it is a big burden for the management of the extreme warriors.

Thinking about how to deal with Terrafang for a moment, Kargar pressed his finger to the envelope, and he opened the letter from Hades.

[My dear Ultramarines friends:

After a long day of separation, I miss my hometown very much! Calga, is it normal to collect taxes in the five hundred world recently? Taryn repels no? Condolences to the Death Guard?

My job has been settled, and although the process has been a bit frightening, the result is probably good, and it will be convenient to deal with Kalas at that time, and maybe if you are lucky, you will be able to say a few more words to him.

I know you're curious about what happened when I was suddenly carried away by the Death Guard overnight.

Until nothing else, I was entrusted with finding the Father of Genes.

By the way, I found it.

Alive~

There's nothing else to do, just to tell you.

Your Makulag man, Buz Bella

Digression: In seven days, Hades will visit Macurag, Calga, and I hope you are ready.

Another digression: At present, Terra's side does not know about the return of Hades - the young man has a good chance~

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At the end of the letter is a special stamp for the son of Hades to talk about business.

Oh.

The Immortal is coming to visit Macurag.

- Wait?! Who????!!!

There was a bang! Karga stood in front of his desk, the stool behind him lying on the ground in a daze.

Who???

And - how many days? Seven days, seven days later?!!!

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【Garden】

A greenskin...... Two greenskins...... Three ...... Six.........

Dark and brown blood slowly flowed from the mud pit, corpses, swollen corpses, mutilated corpses, still corpses...... Corpses still breathing, corpses still alive.

Tiny bubbles emerge from the mouth of Vaux, who collapsed in the muddy water.

He was still alive, but rotting, swollen.

Consciousness remained, but as life faded along, Vaux listened to Oak's roar in the distance, and he counted slowly, each seven giving him the motivation to stay alive.

One, two, three...... Six...... Seven.

Seven......

He slowly remembered the defeated Eldarins, in the last moment, they were cowardly, they betrayed, and in the presence of Nurgle, they turned their backs on their allies and turned to flee on their own.

Then they all fell into the stagnation of Nurgle.

Fourth, fifth......

He remembered the fog that Barbaros had been holding away all year round, the Seventh Company, and the dueling cage...... And then there was the fighting...... A never-ending battle.

+He's ...... here.+

In the distance, there was a noise, loud and small, piercing across his eardrums.

Seven......

"Leave him alone! Run!!! ”

+……+

+ And the Spirit ......+

Motarian struggled and said, "We can't go for now...... Let him go back first...... Get back...... Rest ......+

With a gun in one hand, a white mist burning from the gun, he bent down slightly and pulled out Vaux, who was stuck in the mud, with the other.

Mortarian strode forward, muzzle of his gun spewing fury at the Nurgle Legion, grabbing his commander Volks' hand and slamming it inward, Volks retching violently.

+…… Not dead yet. +

Clang! Clang! Clang! Kalas struck the scythe three times with his machete, and a white mist rose to provide shelter for their temporary stay.

Kalas looked at Vaux, who was desperately vomiting, with a complicated expression.

At that time, he was only one step away, and the fate of him and Vox would be reversed.

Buried in Nurgle's Garden to eat...... Soil, forget it.

“…… My Father...... Vomit...... cough cough cough !! ”

Volks struggled and said,

"I ...... And fight for you...... Need not...... Go back ......."

Motarian flicked Vaux, and the three hundred and fifth fire support of the Death Guard in the distance began, the yellowish and green sky was torn apart by the tight orange red, and white flowers rose one after another, but the edges were outlined by a hazy black.

It was the negative blackstone powder mixed with the missile.

+ Go. +

The original body said succinctly, leading the assault force to continue to move.

+ Don't worry...... + Motarian glanced at Vaux, + He's back, Vaux...... Go back......+

(End of chapter)