Chapter 783 [225] Bad Luck, Bad Luck, Bad Luck for Everyone

Chapter 783 【225.】Unlucky, unlucky, all unlucky

Which one is more difficult to deal with, Chaos or Necron?

The answer to this question may be slightly controversial, but at least for Hades now, restraint is too great.

Unfortunately, the Necron was the one to counter him.

The dead ancient race climbed up from the tomb, with the glimmer of absolute physical principles shining in its empty pupils. Thousands of years ago, it was this race that no longer had children, shattered dozens of star gods in the galaxy, and destroyed dozens of star gods in the galaxy. Their captivity serves as an eternal light before their graves.

If it were just Hades, it would seem a little difficult to deal with this ancient race.

But the good news is that Hades' side is never empty.

The entire human empire, together with the returning Primarch, will stand on the battlefield together.

This was created with his own hands and managed with all his heart - compared to the golden old man who drew a sword against a certain heir, Pluto's treatment was obviously more than twice as good.

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"I don't recommend you do anything other than work."

Malcador said with relief. He finally got rid of Neos. When the Emperor rushed over again and tried to pull him to disobey Guilliman, Malcador directly slid forward and made an extremely dishonorable move. The method distanced him from Neos.

"I just want you to testify for me that I was indeed injured by the Necron assassination."

The Emperor said calmly that this was a lie. The strength of the Necrons who came to assassinate the Emperor was a whole level lower than that of Hades.

Malcador crawled on the ground and ran out, fearing that the Emperor would catch him again. Malcador was a bitch, but after sensing that something was wrong with Neos, he teleported over as soon as possible.

Then he was entangled by Neos, among the corpses of Necrons on the ground.

The Emperor walked towards Malcador with a calm expression. Counterintuitively, although Neos' pace seemed unhurried, the distance between him and Malcador was gradually shrinking.

"Go find Guilliman yourself!"

Malcador roared,

"Don't hold me back - and besides! They'll be coming for you soon! If you're too busy, Neos, go to work! Not to amuse me!"

Malcador finally understood that although the Emperor, who had left all official duties to Guilliman, still needed to work, his workload was still far below the Emperor's normal work efficiency, so Neos had begun to take some time off.

"..."

That's true.

The Emperor thought silently that in fact, the Necron race faced by the entire human empire would be the greatest threat now. In the past, it would have been impossible for Neos not to be worried.

But now?

The current lord of the empire is not his emperor.

Neos had reason and confidence to believe that Guilliman would govern the country well. The power and responsibility had already been handed over to him. Instead of interfering in Guilliman's management, it was better to let his heir give it a try.

For the new king, the best governance environment is for the old emperor to no longer interfere in politics.

The best way to hone a new king and truly bring about the era of a primarch is to let them experience hardships.

Anyway...if they really can't defeat the Necrons, the Emperor will directly force the "people" to shake. If the Empire falls - Chaos in the warp will not have an easy life in the future.

He, the Emperor, could only help his busy heir in some small ways, supplementing in some other directions...

The Emperor blinked. He was about to use his spiritual power to drag Malcador back, but another burst of soul fire suddenly broke in, interrupting Neos's malicious behavior.

At this moment, the Emperor let Malcador run away. In the corridor of the lunar base, Neos blinked slowly. He looked back and saw the golden touch that he was pleased with.

It's Valdo the Custodian.

"My lord,"

Valdor's voice came dullly from the armor, and Neos guessed that he had just left Nurgle's garden.

"I have some ideas - but still need more time."

The Emperor waved his hand and signaled Waldo to leave, as if he knew what he was talking about. Waldo saluted the Emperor respectfully, and then walked away again.

Now a small part of the Imperial Army is stationed on the Royal Palace of Terra and is responsible for the security of the palace. The remaining Imperial Army still stubbornly follows Neos and guards the moon with him.

As for the forbidden soldier Waldo, after Baal and his party, he rarely appeared in people's sight.

Not many people care about Waldo. Although Waldo has always been called the "Primarch of the Custodes", most of the Primarchs don't pay much attention to the existence of this comprehensive strength below the original body, and he also pays little attention to him. Some of the Primarchs, including Pluto, held a rebuke.

He is therefore the best candidate.

Because Waldo is loyal enough.

However... Neos lowered his eyes. His power gradually faded with Guilliman's rule. Although Waldo was loyal, he did not completely abide by the rules. Compared with some primarchs, Waldo was even more extreme.

It's not like Neos hasn't heard some rumors... The Lord in Yellow...

never mind.

The emperor blinked, his golden eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling were filled with light that no one else could understand.

He listened carefully, and as soon as Waldo's footsteps disappeared, the footsteps of the other original bodies hurriedly sounded.

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[You didn't see Mortarion's appearance - he was so startled. 】

Angron chatted with Sanguinius, who looked solemn beside him, but this sentence did not ease the atmosphere. The archangel just pursed his lips and smiled uneasily.

[…Don’t worry about what will happen next, our angel. ]

Angron teased, but Sanguinius just turned back and glanced at him. The sunlight shone through the glass of the corridor, casting mottled light and shadows on the archangel.

Sanguinius coughed hoarsely for a few times, and then he spoke sadly, very sadly,

[The Necrontyr... is not an enemy that can be underestimated. ]

Sanguinius recalled his meeting with the Silent King that year. At that time, he already knew that there was a race in the galaxy that was far more powerful and ancient than the human race. The powerful alien king talked to him politely and told Sanguinius the truth about the more ancient galaxy.

At that time, he knew that a human empire alone was far from being able to fight against the Necrons.

In between the false feelings, perhaps also the true feelings, the Archangel half-truthfully made friends with the Space Necromancer named Silent King. He gave one of his masks to Szalak as a symbol of their friendship.

It was also a token that both sides could let each other go when necessary.

Of course, this was more to let Silent King go easy on him. Sanguinius's face became more and more ugly. He knew that Szalak would never let humans go this time. The Star Gods and the Old Saints were the Necromancers' reverse scale.

How should he feel?

At that time, the Archangel was grateful and lamented that the Necrontyr had passed away. They regarded themselves more as the orderly and managers of the galaxy, but now, they were enraged and decided to go down in person.

Sanguinius was upset. He did not want to witness the fall of the human empire. No one wanted to witness this scene, but now this fact was like a huge gray rhino in the room walking towards them.

If Sanguinius were to tell the truth, he would say that they were all too optimistic - the prosperity of the Empire made them misjudge and choose the worst path.

But if they did not embark on this path, where could they go?

Sanguinius could not help but smile bitterly, as if every road would end in a dead end, and there was no hope in this galaxy -

A hand suddenly patted Sanguinius's shoulder, and he suddenly felt warm. Sanguinius was startled,

[You are worrying too much again, my brother. ]

Angron said steadily, squeezing the Archangel's shoulders,

[The worst outcome is destruction, but returning to the abyss that the Empire might have fallen into ten thousand years ago -]

[Perhaps you and I should now consider how to negotiate with that guy Neos, at least don't let him mess with his Horus resurrection plan. ]

Angron said deliberately, seeing that Sanguinius's face was dazed again, he deliberately used Horus to stimulate Sanguinius, so that the Archangel would put aside his worries about the future first.

In fact, all the Primarchs were worried, but most of them did not show it. It was just that all the Primarchs started working hard, and the legions under their command were gathering at an unimaginable speed.

No joke, Robert Guilliman opened the "All Adults Serve in the Military" bill in the star field directly managed by the Ultramarines.

And Mortarion was even more ruthless. The Storm Segment Field opened the mode of universal military service and abolished the age limit.

Perhaps for this Primarch, the average age of the Death Guard on Barbarus was about 13 years old, so age was not a problem.

The other Primarchs also showed their unique skills. Conrad Curze and the Night Lords directly emptied the prisons and prison planets. Those who obeyed orders became trench slaves, and those who disobeyed orders had their frontal lobes dug out to become servitors.

Of course, Guilliman and Mortarion recruited soldiers based on their strong appeal and influence in the local area.

Perhaps, in front of the Necrons, the most proud thing about the human empire is probably the population.

And now, it's time to recruit soldiers.

Thinking of this, Angron had to mourn for a moment for those whose peaceful lives were disrupted, but the fact was that the Empire needed them to stand up and take up guns, otherwise the entire empire would be destroyed.

Sanguinius sighed, and he felt the blood vessels on his forehead throbbing. Angron was right, he should do his best and leave the rest to fate, otherwise the Lord of the Red Sand would use Horus to stimulate him again.

[You can change the subject——] The last syllable was stuck in the Archangel's mouth, and the blood-red pupils looked forward in disbelief, and Sanguinius was stunned.

[Huh? ]

Angron casually followed Sanguinius's gaze, and then——he saw——he saw——

A Horus Lupercal who was smiling at them apologetically.

[Guilliman's vacation——what? ! ]

Angron was stunned.

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[Eye of Silence]

Fulgrim is very calm now.

Fulgrim wanted to sigh now.

Fulgrim didn't want to do anything now.

The Primarch sat calmly on the alien chair, maintaining the necessary dignity for himself and for representing mankind, but as a reception room, it was too dim -

Only the faint light similar to that of an eternal lamp illuminated the Primarch's thin and dim profile.

He should have thought of it earlier.

After being a guest at the Underworld Clan, Fulgrim came to the Necrons' reception room again, and he didn't want to say anything about it.

He just wanted him to pick up the bones that were just blown up by the wind and thrown into the sky in front of him to make a grave.

Compared to Fulgrim, whose heart was ashen and whose face was ashen, Dantioch, who was sitting next to the original body, was extremely angry. His eyes under the helmet were piercing the side of the reception room, where he had carefully placed himself. Abaddon in the chair.

"A-ba-ton."

Dantioch said word by word. He stared at Abaddon, as if he wanted to kill that guy right now.

"What did you do again?"

Abaddon, on the other hand, raised his chin high and made his figure as puffy as possible - even though Fulgrim had no intention of talking to Abaddon now, even if the original body existed, it was already very oppressive.

Faced with Dantioch's questioning, Abaddon only looked at his tongue, and he seemed to glance at his tongue, as if there was some kind of slug that frightened him.

Dantioch doubted that if he jumped up and punched Abaddon's nose now, Abaddon would immediately call the Necron to come over and maintain order.

"I only act in accordance with the expectations of the Great Chaos."

Abaddon said with precious words. He looked at Dantioch, the bloodline of the deceased primarch, with a clear mind.

"They want you to destroy and kill Hades, that's all."

There is no need to destroy the Emperor now. After the extradition of power, the Lord of Mankind is declining day by day. In short, the individual combat power of the returned Digital Primarchs cannot match that of the Emperor back then, but if their combat power is compared Added together——

Then it is definitely more than the emperor back then.

As long as these Primarchs are given time, they will definitely grow into beings that are no less than the Emperor.

But now...it's still a little inferior.

There is only one real threat - Pluto.

To deal with Pluto, this monster that is a mixture of the Star God and the Black Realm, there is no more suitable candidate than the Necrons, but Abaddon doesn't know how the Chaos will make decisions if the Necrons win? The Necrons aren't exactly bad either.

"The dog of chaos."

Dantioch roared, steam coming out from between his teeth.

"Son of Perturabo, there is no room here for you to bark."

Abaddon said, and the next thing he knew he had stepped on Dantioch and hurt his foot. Without any hesitation, the Warsmith rushed towards him desperately.

Just as he was already prepared, Abaddon stood up suddenly, ready to fight.

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【Unknown Hades Church】

【dusk】

The Hades' Bishop He-32 was nervously counting supplies. A call to assemble came from the Nirvana Terminal. A war was about to begin. As the Hades who had heard the Necron's provocation, they gave everything they had to prepare to fight against the Necron. The spirit fights to the death.

Now most of the people have taken the boat to gather in advance, and as the bishop of this small church, He-32 had to unluckily count the supplies at the rear——

You know, this is what the Ming Cult is like. The higher your position, the more official documents you have to correct.

Crunch——

The closed church door was gently pushed open a small crack. The bishop, who had his back to the door, was suddenly startled. He turned around.

"Sorry, the church is not open right now during the war preparation period."

But after seeing the visitor clearly, He-32 was stunned.

The entire Pluto church was dark, and only the afterglow of the setting sun, like a fire, shone from the crack of the door that was pushed open, right at the foot of the sculpture of Pluto.

The giant was standing silently.

【Feel sorry,】

The visitor said calmly, without any hint of shame in his words.

The bishop was a little confused. Why was that man so tall? Taller than all the Ogryns he had ever seen, was he still an ordinary person?

He-32 became nervous and pressed his left foot backward without any trace. Yes, the alarm button was placed on the heel of his left shoe by the bishop.

[I just wanted to come and have a look, and I didn’t mean any harm. 】

[Mortarion] said calmly. He raised his head thoughtfully and saw the rough, tall sculpture of Pluto. Pluto's face was covered by a hood... but that aura...

Why is it familiar yet strange at the same time.

[Mortarion] subconsciously reached out and touched the dark tears on his cheeks. It was this feeling... this feeling that made him powerless and futile.

It was as helpless as kneeling in the middle of an endless river, desperately trying to stop the flow of water with your hands.

He looked around, and finally sat quietly on the bench. [Mortarion] stared at the bishop calmly. The bishop's alarm would never be sent out. The bishop is now a dead man.

[Bishop, are you willing to guide a sinful soul to ascend to the underworld? 】

[Mortarion] asked softly, but his eyes were so bright, like the eternal flames of hell.

"...Pluto will not accept you if it is too sinful, but Pluto is kind - as long as you are not willing to throw your soul into chaos, then no matter how ugly your soul is, He is willing to accept you into the River Styx."

He-32 tried to keep his voice as steady as possible, but the vibrato in the bishop's voice still echoed in the church.

[Mortarion] just looked at him, unblinking.

【yes,】

Then, the first rebel said dryly,

[So that’s it, it does look like him. 】

【……】

【but……】

[Mortarion] no longer looked at the bishop. He raised his head thoughtfully and looked at the tall and solemn sculpture. The sculpture neither looked at him nor spoke. It was just a sculpture - he had become The core of the entire empire.

It's really emotional.

Why did such a great man who could become the core of the entire human empire and shoulder the fate of the entire human race die in Barbarus under his watch?

Did they do something wrong? Or was this line of fate destined to be cursed and punished?

They created hell with their own hands.

[But,]

[Motarion] stared at the sculpture, trying to see the face in the hood and shadow, but to his regret, the sculpture did not carve the face of Hades at all.

[Too late.]

[Motarion] sat quietly in the church, and the night bell rang, slipping into the dim church through the small crack of the door. The visitor sat there, just sitting there, as if there was nothing else to do in the rest of his life.

The bishop who received the guest had fallen asleep and would never open his eyes again.

[Motarion] just sat.