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

Chapter 613 62. Thousand Sons

"Are you nervous?"

Hades tapped his fingers on the table, "Pony, I heard Lao Ma say that the current Gray Knight is the continuation of your bloodline."

He looked to his side, and the faint light on the Magnus Stone flashed, and the red figure of the original body flashed out, his chest straightened, but judging from his hair that fell down, the original body seemed a little depressed.

[Not surprisingly,] Magnus said dejectedly, [At that time they... took a lot of blood from me. 】

"..."

Hades glanced at Magnus sympathetically. Although he did not witness the atrocities committed by the Emperor and Malcador at the time, the experience that could make the original body feel scared would not be so wonderful.

"I heard that there are veterans of the Thousand Sons among the Gray Knights."

Hades continued, "...you're not looking forward to it?"

Magnus' shadow flickered,

[Specifically and accurately,] the Primarch said, [it's "I" who don't expect it - "I" is just a part of Magnus, "I" don't expect to see them, maybe there are other "Magnus" "S" will look forward to them, but not "I",]

[At least "I" is only a small part of him, not enough...]

Magnus paused;

[Also, they may not be happy to see "me",] Magnus said, "I heard about the Gray Knights banishing...that "me". Your smarter brat told me this story - -By the Emperor, they hate the Warp! They hate all psykers - as a psyker, they hate other psykers! This is simply——]

This is a crime that no greenskin would commit.

Magnus's face turned a little pale.

Hades blinked, "Then I'll let the Gray Knights go back first—"

【No! 】

Magnus suddenly shouted, [No! Let me see them! Evil Negative Psychic Og——]

The original body turned to look at Hades angrily, furious, but saw Hades spreading his hands innocently,

"Then I suggest you make a good impression on them."

The two stared at each other.

Magnus's red hair soared to the sky and fell down,

"You cannot deprive a father of the right to see his children," Magnus said aggressively, but the momentum had already gone down. "Even if the tyrant deprived it of it thousands of years ago...why didn't he see me?" ! 】

Hades glanced at the direction Malcador was leaving, and he might know why.

If his hypothesis is true, then it is really difficult for the emperor to say too much in front of Malcador, especially in front of his heir who has a strange mind.

In a way, it's also a bit sad.

"Old Huangtou is not in good spirits," Hades said casually, "You didn't see him squatting - sitting on the golden throne, his face turned pale."

[The irreverent negative psychic Ogryn...]

Magnus muttered in a low voice, but heard the sound of footsteps. Hades raised his head curiously and put away the black domain surging outside the hall. He was really looking forward to who the Gray Knight would be who came to meet him.

The footsteps stopped.

"Come in," Hades said, ignoring Magnus's "Wait a minute!" 】

With a slight "pop", Magnus's phantom disappeared.

Hades glanced awkwardly at Magnus's position and swallowed his attempted question.

He raised his eyes and saw the shining silver warrior standing in front of him. The mark of purity hung from the armor. Apart from that, there were no other unnecessary modifications, including no cape on his face.

Hades looked into the Gray Knight's eyes - the helmet covered his face.

"Welcome, take any seat except the seat to my right,"

Hades said,

"Don't be nervous. I just want to ask you about a psychic primarch...and by the way, discuss the possibility of the Gray Knights separating from the Inquisition."

There was silence for a while, and the gray knight did not move.

Hades raised his eyebrows and silently controlled the black domain to move closer... The powerful psychic energy was a bit familiar.

Oh, Hades thought, this is probably the Thousand Sons he has met before.

He was about to stand up and speak, but was interrupted by the Gray Knight's words,

"Hades,"

The Gray Knight said, "The Lord of the Silent Order, the commander of the Death Guard, the man behind the Council of Nicaea, the man who burned Prospero, the accomplice of Mortarion..."

Hades sighed silently. He looked at the location of the Magnus Stone again, still pretending to be dead, and also used psychic invisibility.

Hades supported the table and stood up. His actions silenced the Gray Knight.

"There's not enough room for so many people here,"

Hades said, "As you can see, here is Hades, or...Hades."

"Who are you?"

In view of the Gray Knight's speech, Hades may have understood, but he still relied on his black domain. The darkness oppressed the past, but the Gray Knight did not flinch. He slowly pressed his hands on the helmet and took it off.

A wise old man with a face washed away by time and a white beard appeared in front of him.

"The greatest soulless man in the empire, Hades,"

He said,

"My dear Azek Ahriman, maybe you have forgotten me, but I will always remember the scene of the Nikaea Conference."

Hades spread his hands,

"There may be conflicts or misunderstandings between us, it doesn't matter, what do you want to express, Ahriman - there is another question, is this your personal point of view, or the point of view of the Gray Knights?"

"Please allow me to be offended. This is my own confusion. If you forgive me after I ask these questions, then... we can continue to talk about the Gray Knights."

"If not, the new generation Grand Master who will take over my position is behind the door. He can discuss the future of the Gray Knights with you. I'm sorry, the Supreme Grand Master Diego is not in Terra at the moment."

Ahriman said that wrinkles were creeping into the corners of his eyes, and experience had added true wisdom to him.

"I am the past of the Gray Knights,"

"I am the Thousand Sons."

Ahriman said that he felt endless darkness, just like that day, when he flinched and watched the Legion being disbanded and the Primarch being tortured away - but this time, he would not.

"You want to accuse me of my behavior toward the Thousand Sons back then?"

Hades said calmly, he seemed to feel Magnus' excitement,

"If you have lived for ten thousand years and served as a Gray Knight, Ahriman, I think you know what that incident meant - the entire legion made a contract with the things of Chaos, and the Lord of Mankind did not destroy you all. It’s the greatest kindness.”

Hades accepted the Thousand Sons' emotions. After all, he had pinned the original body on the stage, but he would not give in to the others——

That incident...even if Magnus' subsequent feats were lamentable, they could not erase his previous folly.

Mistakes are bound to pay the price.

If his descendants are still blinded by the hatred of the past ten thousand years later, Hades does not need to be too merciful.

This is the descendant of the legion that Tzeentch pays attention to, so he is cautious.

Ahriman shook his head with a pale face. The pressure from the Soulless One made him feel weak.

"No,"

He said,

"I just hope you can clarify what happened to our original body after Prospero was burned."

Ahriman's lips trembled. He was not in a good condition. Hades felt that he was trying his best to appease his spiritual energy, but his eyes were still staring at Hades with vigour, as if he wanted to cast a curse at him.

"Why,"

Ahriman's voice was hoarse;

"Why wait until I see the Crimson King again... He has already..."

"Rebellion?"

"What did the empire do to him back then? To make my father rebel?! How disappointed was he at that time - before he -"

Qianzi's questioning came to an abrupt end.

Hades looked helplessly to his right, his red hair was flying, his noble ivory horns pointed to the sky, his single eye was shining with pure white light, and the giant's red skin was shining.

【I don't! 】

Magnus shouted, [I did not rebel! Magnus never betrayed! Azek——! ! ! 】

"Wait," Hades's voice was drowned in the shouts of the Primarch and the Thousand Sons, "The Lord of Mankind didn't tell you about your father..."

He didn't finish his words. Hades watched Magnus rush towards Ahriman, who screamed like a mouse whose tail was stepped on by a cat, and began to chant a protective spell. and curses,

"do not come!!!"

Ahriman roared,

"Puppet of the Everchanging Heaven - I will never recognize you as the great Crimson King, get away!!!"

Ah, Magnus looked like he was about to break.

Ahriman's words may have caused substantial mental damage to the original body, so much so that Magnus failed to catch Ahriman for a moment. The Thousand Sons veteran, who had experienced thousands of battles, had successfully retreated to the door and was about to go out and shake him.

Of course Hades would not allow this to happen. He quickly climbed over the table, reached the door decisively before Ahriman, and blocked the way out with his body.

"calm!!!"

Hades shouted, "Azek Ahriman, this is not an illusion of the ever-changing sky!!!"

But it was of no use; Ahriman waved his staff in rage,

"Carlos!"

cried Ahriman, and immediately changed his incantation and read,

"I admit your new idea this time - the coming of Hades! I knew this was impossible! That arrogant negative psychic bastard should have died ten thousand years ago!!! Instead of fucking with a psychic gray Knight, sit down and talk! You need to be logical in the fantasy world!”

Hades had a polite yet embarrassed smile on his face.

Hades doesn't like to hear what you say.

But as a veteran who had battled wits and courage with Tzeentch for 10,000 years, Hades decided that he should be gentler.

The spell that lit up on Ahriman's staff hit Hades, but it only flickered.

"I respect your caution when facing chaos," Hades smiled, "but sometimes you can just recite the spell and you don't have to remember me anymore."

Hades moved forward slightly, and the next moment, a storm started!

【Don't! ! ! 】

Magnus gave a short cry and rushed towards Ahriman, as if he wanted to block the blow for Ahriman, but Hades was one step ahead of him.

Hades squatted down with a smile, holding down Ahriman with one hand so that the Thousand Sons' face was in close contact with the floor, and holding a sparkling red stone with the other hand.

Ignoring Ahriman's screams, Hades took the black domain and pressed it directly along his hand.

"Ah - ah ah!!! jsrhub dj——"

Even so, Ahriman was still chanting the curse persistently, and he seemed to be beginning to hope that he was really facing Tzeentch, instead of...

Hades.

【Hades! ! ! 】

Magnus roared, [Don't kill him! ! ! 】

Hades stood up slowly and looked with satisfaction at Ahriman's expression of despair, as if he had been hit by a ghost.

"Am I that kind of person? Little - I'm just making Ahriman realize reality."

Hades let go of the red stone, and the phantom of Magnus immediately came out, looking worriedly at Ahriman on the ground.

"The concentration of the black domain I released was very low, so I didn't get dizzy."

Hades said, "Get up, Ahriman, don't pretend to be dead, there is no change here."

He released a black domain that enveloped the entire hall, and even the two psykers were surrounded by a faint black domain.

Magnus's soul was still so beautiful, Hades silently withdrew the idea.

"I assure you, in my name, that being by my side will be the safest place from Chaos, Ahriman."

Hades glanced at Magnus, bent down and pulled Ahriman up.

"Since you acted like this to be wary of Chaos... I just pretended that I didn't hear anything."

There was a dull expression on Ahriman's face. He stared at Hades, who was smiling, and then looked at Magnus, who looked worried.

Eighteen seconds later, Ahriman accepted this desperate reality.

He began to miss Kalos, the great demon of Tzeentch.

At least better than Hades.

"...Thank you for your forgiveness, sir."

Ahriman squeezed out these words in a dull voice, his momentum completely weakened.

"So..." He looked at Magnus with a twinkle in his eye, "This is...?"

Hades patted Magnus on the shoulder,

"The...part of your father is the one who is absolutely loyal and can't go wrong."

"Isn't this a conspiracy of the Fateweaver?"

Ahriman choked and said, "I have experienced too many similar things. Pluto, no fragment is pure. The hatred for the Scarlet Sinner is deeply engraved in the soul of the Gray Knight. He once took away our too Many companions.”

Hades paused, turned his head, and looked at Magnus again.

He looked seriously at Ahriman,

"Believe me, believe in the largest soulless person in the history of the empire. If I can't guarantee this, then no one can."

Hades said, but he thought of Malcador, "His past and present are still loyal."

【There is still a future,】

Magnus said, slapping Hades' hand away and looking at Ahriman,

【forever. 】

[Magnus never betrayed,]

Magnus said seriously,

[What you see... is just the price that loyal people pay for their loyalty. 】

[And I,] Magnus said, [I am his "cowardice" and "kindness". 】

【others……】

Magnus was silent for a moment, walked up to Ahriman, frowned,

[As far as I know, the Lord of Changes has been trying to collect them, and there are other beings... who are also collecting other fragments of my soul. 】

Ah, Hades thought, the Magnus fragment he drew still looks like an SSR.

"Shall I give you some time and space to reminisce? It seems that the Thousand Sons still can't completely trust you, Magnus."

Hades said, "But to prevent chaos, I cannot give you complete freedom for the time being."

Magnus smiled, and Ahriman nodded cautiously.

"Praise be to Hades."

Ahriman muttered,

"I guess this is the first kind word you've said to me in ten thousand years."

Hades casually found a stool and sat down. He opened the command board skillfully and took advantage of this opportunity to prepare for approving documents and arranging meetings.

Ahriman nodded.

Hades ignored Magnus's small screams and attempts to keep Ahriman out of Hades' sight.