Uninvited Visitor

"So your useless superiors were planning to completely refit the Endurance with Necron technology?"

Karras looked like a corpse. In truth, he always looked like this. They did not need to worry about whether Typhon was genuinely unwell—

After all, he had looked like that for ten thousand years without any issues.

Buz, sitting across from Karras, wanted to say something, but Karras sighed and cut him off.

"Whatever."

Typhon spoke, signing off on the logistics and administrative handover sections under his responsibility with utter resignation before raising a hand in surrender.

His right hand was still in a cast, but that did not stop his left hand from approving documents.

"Tell them, especially your father, that he's a fucking idiot. That's my entire assessment of both this project and him."

What a pain, Buz thought. He had already become someone everyone answered to on Terra, yet here among the Death Guard, these old fossils still kept him down—

And he really could not outplay them. Alas.

The Primarch and Hades had probably feared Karras's indiscriminate attacks too, which was why they had sent him.

Buz put on a civil servant's smile.

"The Primarch himself has also approved the project."

Buz said evenly.

"Then he's a fucking idiot too."

Karras said.

"Fine, now you can get lost. Next, I have to announce to our righteous, unyielding recruits who hate evil that the Endurance—the ship they adore so much they'd practically worship every floor tile—is going to be contaminated by xenos technology."

"This is the Underking Omnissiah's technology."

"I hereby declare the Omnissiah a xenos."

This was the reward for living long enough. Buz smiled on the outside and cursed inwardly. It was a miracle that such a vile old bastard had not been beaten senseless in an alley.

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