Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 610 59. Everyone has their own agenda

Malcador drank tea and calmly watched Hades sit up. Pluto's pupils were trembling violently as he looked at Malcador in disbelief.

"Old horse, old horse... in these ten thousand years, when... when did you become so humorous?"

Malcador heard the lord of humanity in the subspace sneer at him, but the former imperial regent only smiled superficially.

"Ten thousand years, dead souls, we have all changed too much."

First it’s reminiscence, and then it’s foreshadowing that the present is different from the past, Malcador did it intentionally.

The first scene Hades saw was him sitting with the Lord of Mankind, which was also intentional by Malcador.

Just for... trust.

After hearing Malcador's words, Hades smiled bitterly.

"A lot has indeed changed over the past ten thousand years - but at least we are still here." He glanced at the silent Master of Mankind who was sitting on the golden throne. Was it his imagination? Why did the Emperor's face look more complex? Oh no,

Hades chose his words carefully;

"intact."

"What's the situation on Terra now? I heard there's civil unrest in the Ministry of Interior?"

"It's the Lord of Changes," Malcador said calmly, "It's just a failed plan... He thought I didn't make a record. He was wrong."

The blue pattern on Malcador's arm is slowly fading away. He is not worried about Hades discovering it, because his own spiritual energy is mixed with too much.

Pushing these to the Lord of Change creates the illusion for Hades that he is still on the same line with the empire.

If we then logically use the recorded data to reshape the Ministry of the Interior and completely take charge of the government affairs of the empire, there will be no more Robert Guilliman, no more Mortarion, and no more awareness. Something is wrong. The Inquisitor is trying to find out the truth, and the Imperial Guard is trying to interrupt his extension of power.

The Lord of Mankind can only compromise.

Malcador's battlefield is political affairs, and now, he has won.

Even Hades, if he wanted to compete with him in government affairs... was still one step away.

In addition to Terra, there are also Malcador's spies in countless human worlds.

Now, humanity can only compromise.

Malcador was thinking, but suddenly felt a chill.

Something was watching him.

Following his gaze...Makado saw Hades staring at him.

Seeing Malcador looking at him, Hades was stunned. He scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Old horse, old horse, I'm sorry, I'm a little hungry - I do feel Tzeentch's spiritual energy, but I have initially eliminated all the chaotic spiritual energy I can feel."

Hades spoke seriously again,

"Do you need my help now? I can act now."

Malcador shook his head,

"The Ministry of the Interior is finished and is being guarded by the Imperial Guard."

Hades looked at Malcador and then at the Lord of Mankind. The Emperor still looked enigmatic.

Hades was silent for a moment, Pluto was silent, and other beings could not figure out what he was thinking at all.

This is the disadvantage of using psychic powers and relying on psychic powers to read minds.

"That--"

Hades said in a long voice, "What will happen to the empire's government affairs in the future?"

"Rebuild," Malcador held his head a little tiredly, "I have saved all the information, Revenant. I am now some kind of semi-subspace entity. I can use my power to help the empire rebuild its bureaucracy."

Hades blinked,

"Old Ma, will this make you too tired? I just brought the Ultramarines of the Thirteenth Legion here, and the son of Hades can also share some government affairs."

"You want...the Ultramarines to be in power?"

Hades nodded,

The Empire in the original timeline did not allow Space Marines to intervene in politics, but now, due to Guilliman's thousand-year rule and Buzz's seizure of power with a knife, in the current timeline, Space Marines' involvement in politics is more like a gray area, and Not a complete red line.

"But it depends on the Emperor's will,"

Hades looked at the Emperor. The Lord of Mankind had already decided to attack the AI. Compared with it, the Space Marines' involvement in politics was not a problem at all.

The Emperor looked at Hades;

"I allow you to do this, Revenant."

"Space Marines doing politics?!"

Malcador's voice suddenly rose, and he said sarcastically,

"Revenant, will the Ultramarines really build an empire like they built the Five Hundred Worlds? Instead of using public affairs for personal gain?"

Hades showed an empty expression as if he was thinking again. Malcador really doubted whether this guy was really thinking, or was he just acting like he was thinking? !

"I believe that the Ultramarines, like their Primarch Roboute Guilliman, are men of integrity,"

Hades said emphatically, "What's more, they do manage very well, old horse, you need to admit -"

"In these ten thousand years, the Thirteenth Legion's Ultramarines used various tricks to separate five hundred worlds from the empire and establish a new center."

Malcador interrupted Hades mercilessly,

"They may be loyal, but only to the people of Ultramar."

"I think we need to be cautious in that regard."

"But now we have no better option,"

Hades frowned and said,

"The entire Ministry of Internal Affairs is in flames. Terra is in urgent need of political talents. Lao Ma, although I believe you... I don't want you to work too hard."

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Curze's hand holding the bone-flipping knife paused, and the original body looked thoughtfully at the dying Fallen Angel in front of him.

【what happened? 】Koz said, the jewelry on his body was almost bright and about to explode, "Why is the old man so angry today? Who doesn't have the foresight to offend him?" 】

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Malcador took a deep breath,

"The Ultramarines can come," he said calmly, "but only for files with medium and low permissions."

"Is that okay?" Hades looked at the Lord of Humanity. The Emperor nodded, with a smile on his lips.

"Since we all agree, it's settled," Hades said decisively. He paused for a moment, "If I don't trust the Ultramarines... then we will wake up Guilliman as soon as possible."

Hades looked at the Emperor, as if seeking the Lord of Mankind's opinion;

"Robert Guilliman has been the regent for thousands of years. If he wakes up, he will be a powerful help to the politics of the empire, but..."

Hades slowed down his tone,

"Why did Guilliman suddenly leave the empire? I heard some rumors, but I still need to verify it."

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The silk was soaked in blood, the bead chain exploded, and the struggling hands crossed the ground over and over again.

[Grrr...grrr...] Coze collapsed to the ground, gold and silver threads strangling his bones and blood, [Old thing...hit...a ghost? 】

………………

Robert Guilliman.

Robert Guilliman again.

Malcador thought calmly, it has been thousands of years, and until now, the former imperial regent is still blocking his plan.

Malcador's plan would have gone more smoothly, but a thousand years ago, with his damn sense of responsibility, Guilliman abruptly changed the trajectory of countless established policies——

This forced Malcador, who was still recovering, to devote more energy to dealing with the original body, so that he missed the opportunity to capture the lion.

Guilliman didn't even realize at the time that behind these millions of irrelevant documents, there was an entity from the subspace looking at him maliciously.

Of course he respected Robert, respected, hated, envied, wanted to use it for himself...

But in the end Malcador failed. He only defeated the original body, killed him, and let him fall into a deep sleep, but he did not take Guilliman under his command.

And now...

The man who told him ten thousand years ago that he was inferior to Macragge once again mentioned Guilliman to him.

"Without him, No. 13 would be crushed,"

said the Emperor, as if stating something entirely foreign to him,

"He is not yet strong enough to undertake such a huge government affairs in the empire. The limit is that he can support it for a thousand years. I could not tell them my suggestions at that time...but I am still proud of him."

"Then..." Hades said hesitantly, "You mean Guilliman still can't get up and work now?"

The Emperor looked at Malcador, silently.

Malcador just sneered.

Hades sighed, "If even you say that, that means it won't work - are you really going to tire me and Lao Ma to death, Neos?"

Neos said nothing, still looking calm and calm.

Malcador sneered,

"That means I have to suffer a lot on my old bones again,"

"It's better to be busy," Hades suddenly interrupted, "Old Ma, it's a good thing that we can still be energetic enough to be cows and horses after ten thousand years!"

Malcador coughed violently. He seemed very angry, but he swallowed the anger forcefully.

So far, except for the small episode with the Ultramarines, his plan has gone well. Why is Malcador angry?

Hades trusted him and was willing to do things for him...but why was he so angry at being fooled?

Maccado sipped tea and suppressed his tumbling emotions.

Hades still stared at the Lord of Mankind, as if hoping that the Emperor would speak, but the Lord of Mankind was still the same as he was ten thousand years ago, and would not speak unless necessary.

"Neos," Hades said, "You are not in good condition? Can you still continue the conversation?"

"Yes," said the Emperor, "but not necessary, Revenant."

The flesh-and-blood black-haired man on the throne looked at Hades,

"Even I feel at a loss in the current situation."

The Lord of Mankind said calmly,

"But I believe you can solve these troubles, Pluto, even if it's only part of it - it's completely enough."

"When can you stand up?"

Hades asked,

The emperor just shook his head with sadness in his eyes.

"The Webway is still unhealed, but you will not have to worry about the Lord of Change,"

Thus says the Lord of Mankind,

The reason the Webway remains broken is not only due to Tzeentch, but also to one of the three of them now.

No, maybe two.

Everyone here has unshirkable responsibility for this matter.

"I can't get up either, Revenant Soul. The power given to me by the National Religion is too rough - I know your plan, but you can't bear too much anymore, Revenant Soul."

Behind the Golden Throne, the pipe extending into the endless sky hummed.

"..."

"I have no solution for your current situation."

Hades smiled awkwardly and waved his hand, "It's okay. If I feel like I can't control it anymore, Neos, just give me the coordinates and I'll kill Tzeentch first."

Hades felt like he heard a scream-like curse. He wasn't sure. Hear it again.

The emperor smiled, and Malcador seemed to be lost in thought again.

"It's not a good deal," the Emperor said. "If that day comes, I will introduce at least two subspace beings to you, Pluto."

As for who it is... The subspace projection of the Lord of Mankind is burning calmly in the Supreme Sky. Judging from his mood, he expressed his stance to the Chaos.

Hades clapped his hands with a smile, and said briskly, "That's good news. I'll listen to you and blow up whoever you point at." After waking up, Hades had a vague feeling of his current strength, but he had always suffered from not being able to meet Chaos. Now that the Emperor has made it clear, he can send two away by self-destructing. Maybe he will be hesitant and submissive when facing the Star God, but when facing Chaos, Hades will strike hard if Chaos attacks, provided that Neos guarantees that he doesn't have to worry about the Lord of Change. Thinking of this... Hades glanced at Malcador again. Malcador... something's wrong... Hades was sure that, besides him, at least one of the three of them was wrong, either Malcador or Neos. During the conversation, Hades tried to relax many times, but the alarm bells in his mind were ringing, and he was keenly aware that something was wrong. ...This is not like their previous conversations. Many times, Neos could have spoken, but he remained silent and let Malcador explain the reasons.

Hades deliberately released the news that Guilliman was "sleeping", but neither of them refuted it.

In other words, the coffin that blocked the psychic energy of the Lord of Macragge... was probably to prevent one of them.

If Guilliman wanted to prevent Chaos, he was still on Terra at that time, and he could have asked the Lord of Mankind or Malcador for help.

The only possibility is that Guilliman did not trust them at that time.

Hades hoped that it was one of them, not "all".

Guilliman, Malcador, and the Emperor, at least one of these three has a problem.

But given the information given by Vorcus, Mortarion trusts Guilliman, that is to say, whoever has a different position from Guilliman is likely to be the one Hades wants to prevent.

Emperor... Malcador is playing such a big game? ? ? Or is he wrong?

Hades tried to use the Black Domain to sense, but in fact, he couldn't find out who was wrong with the Black Domain. Neos's psychic energy was covered by countless beliefs, some good and some bad, and it was difficult to separate; Malcador's psychic energy was noisy and chaotic, like a flashing colorful crystal.

The psychic energy between the two of them was even connected... not completely independent.

After a simple word test, Hades thought it was Malcador.

Although Neos still suspected that something was wrong, Hades also needed to be vigilant.

But this may be related to Neos's past unspeakable language.

The only thing that puzzled Hades was that he heard that Malcador and the Emperor were not getting along, so why were the two of them sitting here together and chatting with Hades?

Unless they still need to cooperate and are still grasshoppers on the same rope.

The more Hades thought about it, the more confused he became. Malcador now hopes to rebuild the imperial bureaucracy, and Neos even told him to let him go. Both of them sounded like they were doing it for the human empire.

If the Black Domain clears out Malcador now... Hades found out again that not all of Malcador's subspace projections are here, he only lowered some of his psychic power.

Cleaning up Neos... is even more difficult.

Hades thought about it, since these two people didn't talk to him like human language and played riddles, he would do what he had to do first.

No matter whether the cat is black or white, it is a good cat if it catches the mouse.

Catch it first and work with him... and then see what Malcador is thinking.

At least if he hopes to achieve something... he will definitely reveal some clues.

Hades began to miss Mortarion who could use numerology.

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[He doesn't want me to leave...]

Mortarion said with a sigh, and in the garden, the head of the Dark Eldar collapsed at his feet,

[Is He so obsessed with the commander of the Death Guard? 】

Mortarion said provocatively, muttering to himself, walking towards the woods where the goddess of life was hiding. White mist had already covered the area, and only the low cry of Nurgle could be heard.

And the waaagh in the distance.

[Come out,] the god of death said, [I am in a hurry, the Death Guard will give you one last chance, the Eldar guy - otherwise I will break all your bones and throw you into the crucible of the stagnant sky. ]