Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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The state of a human is tied to the state of the Lord of Man—a secret discovered only by the First Rebel, Madame Psyche, and Typhons. Most of the remaining Primarchs of Chaos look down on mortals and do not pay close attention to their joys and sorrows.

If they were to carefully examine the mortals of the Chaos Empire, they would discover something utterly terrifying: these mortals had permanently lost one emotion—pain.

This could only be the work of the Dark Lord. Even Guilliman couldn't have done it to such an extent, permanently stripping an emotion from the human race.

"They love war and are willing to die for the empire."

The previously silent [Vox] spoke up, and Mrs. Psyche strongly suspected that this guy had just recited Hades again and then passed out.

The buzzing of the scythes on the horizon was fading away. [Vox] struggled to pull himself out of the ground, turned his head, and looked at the little guy who had been following him throughout the battle at the corner of the tunnel.

"come over."

[Vox] said, while setting up his own blood scythe, which was deeply embedded in the ground, stopping the filth flowing from Mrs. Psyche and Typhon.

Mead knew the Khorne follower was calling him. He stood still, undecided. He didn't know whether he should shoot the Khorne follower directly or go over and shovel him.

[Vox] paused for a moment, then pulled out the three-headed hound sculpture from around his neck.

"For Hades, come here, soldiers."

Mead now believes that [Vox] is an Imperial Space Marine whose armor is stained with blood from killing too many people, because indeed no Chaos follower dares to call Hades by name—even though the two obviously Chaos beings behind him just seemed to gasp and immediately retreated deeper into the abyss.

Krieg walked over and performed the Eagle Salute.

After a moment's hesitation, [Vox] awkwardly returned the salute with an eagle.

"What do you want to know, sir?"

"What are you wearing around your neck? I've noticed that many of you wear them."

"The blessing and protection that Hades bestowed upon us before attacking Slaanesh,"

Krieg said he pulled out his donut-shaped necklace, and he saw Vox frown, as if he wanted to examine it closely.

"So you've seen him?"

“I saw him at the wounded soldiers' hospital; he came to visit us.”

"..."

"Very good, what do you think of him...?"

Mead was stunned. Although he had witnessed Hades firsthand, Krieg's limited vocabulary and language left him speechless, and he didn't know what to say.

“Very good,” Mead hesitated for a moment, “powerful, but good to us,” he recalled Lena’s description of Hades, “He is merciful.”

This answer silenced the Bloodhelm Space Marine. He stared at Krieg for a long time, noticing that where the horns used to be, there were now only two wrist-sized scars on his head, which looked as if they had just healed.

"kindness."

[Vox] repeated it oddly, then waved his hand and shook his head, gesturing for Mead to leave. His eye twitched as if he were trying to make a kind gesture, but failed.

Mead wasn't going to leave. He stammered, as if he wanted to say something more. Just then, Commissar Ilan suddenly shouted and rushed out from the corner, grabbing Mead tightly. His grip was incredibly strong; he dragged Mead behind him and stepped aside to block him.

"May I ask you are?"

Ilan smiled and looked at the Chaos Space Marine.

"My lord, please forgive us, we are sorry that we did not receive the support order."

[Vox] looked down and saw a blurry patch of darkness on Commissar Ilan's chest, but it wasn't as close to Hades as the black stone decoration. He could tell it was a tattoo with "HADES" printed on it.

"We're just passing by, we mean no harm, and we're helping you in your fight."

"Vox" said succinctly.

Ilan simply smiled. He had just reported the appearance of Chaos on this battlefield. As the political commissar, he knew that the Empire would cooperate with a portion of the Chaos that had been desecrated, but only if he received a cooperation order. If he did not receive such an order, then it proved that the beings in front of him were spies sent by Chaos.

"Thank you for your understanding,"

Political Commissar Ilan said in a glib tongue,

"Then we won't disturb the adults' rest any longer. We hope the adults can understand us; life is not easy."

Mead then spoke up.

"political commissar,"

He tugged at Political Commissar Yilan's sleeve, ignoring the young commissar's murderous glare.

"He asked what Hades was like. I remember you're from Galapagos, Commissar?"

Ilan paused, then coughed a few times, before forcing a smile again.

"I am indeed a Galapa. Pluto descended upon Galapa ten thousand years ago and carried out environmental construction and assistance for Galapa. To this day, the purest and most loyal soldiers in the Galapa star system still come from Galapa."

"But we haven't seen him in a long time; the Galapagos who saw him are long gone."

After hastily finishing those few words, Ilan quickly bowed and pulled Mead away, but Mead felt something was missing, so he called out to the blood-helmeted space soldier.

"You can ask the priests of the Underworld about this! The priests of the Underworld I know are all very familiar with Hades!"

Okay, that's all.

The test is over. I wish you all a successful journey.

Chapter 823 [265] Who did you call for help from? Is this the right thing to do?

"I feel like something's slightly off."

Hades swallowed hard and said to the Endless Ones beside him, "After a hasty preparation, we have chosen a remote and resource-poor star system as our base to fight against the Tyranids."

They then deployed star-destroying weapons on all the star systems near this system to ensure that a defense zone against insects could be established immediately upon Tyran's arrival.

Taracin's hand, which was directing the construction of the dimensional portal, trembled. The space necromancer slowly turned its head, and the two looked at each other again.

"I might know what you're going to say."

Tarasinra drawled, and it subconsciously glanced up at the sky; something was definitely not right.

"This Tyranid swarm is too large."

Hades swallowed again. He was certain that the size of this Tyranid swarm was unprecedented, comparable to three to five times the size of the one he fought in the War of Euclius.

This is not just an increase in quantity and scale; as the number of Terrans multiplies, high-level Terrans that the Empire has never seen before are also appearing.

"I suspect there is a mother in this Tyranid race."

The Endless One smacked his lips.

“It’s not a second or third generation mother that has differentiated, but rather an initial mother that is directing them. The Death Mark who went to investigate told me that the differences between the two most extreme subgroups of this swarm have exceeded the genetic overlap line for determining whether they are the same species—but they are still united, which clearly indicates that the mother that leads them has a very high priority.”

"I have a question,"

Hades looked at the mechanical sages in the distance who were setting up trenches with the Tarasin army. Apart from their red robes and messy ornaments, the space necromancers and mechanical sages seemed to have about the same mechanical content. The underworld priests mixed in with them were also under no pressure, praying that Hades would no longer be a debuff to their teammates.

"Let's assume that there is a First Mother among the swarm of insects rushing towards us. Then—how many First Mothers are there in total among the Tyranids heading towards the Milky Way?"

"good question."

Tarasin said,

"And my standard answer is 'I don't know.'"

Hades fell silent. In fact, the biggest uncertainty now was actually that of Tyronn, who entered the game last, because no one could determine its size—

At least they could estimate the size of the Silent King's army, but for the Tyranids... that's hard to say.

If there's a "real" large force behind the main force, then they're all doomed.

What do the Deathbringers think of the Tyranids?

Tarasin shook his head.

"Most of the Deathfearing dynasties have not yet come into contact with this race, while among the awakened avant-garde, biotechnicians believe it to be an extraterrestrial creature, extremely powerful—but they also believe that this race has the potential to be tamed and molded into slaves."

...To mold them into slaves, like the Greenskins?

Hades had a sudden thought,

Once a fish comes ashore, it is no longer a fish. On the road to progress, the Great Devourer and the Tyranids have incorporated too many foreign genes, proving that their plasticity is astonishing when the underlying logic is clear.

In fact, Hades once wondered if the Zerg were some kind of AI-like entity, because their actions and principles were remarkably similar to those of a massive, computationally powerful thought engine.

If that's the case, then as long as we deliberately guide...

"Taming? Have the Fear of Death begun research in this area?"

Tarasin shrugged.

"It failed. Since the self-transformation experiment, the Fearless have produced very few truly outstanding research projects, except for the time-based research project in Orikan, of course. Research on the Tyranids has also stalled. I specifically looked at their papers, and they were a complete mess. I'm certain that those technicians used non-reproducible fake data to fool the Emperor—"

They have yet to decipher the leadership and communication methods among the Tyranids, as it is far too complex. Preliminary experiments suggest that the Tyranids communicate through body language, scent, sound, color, and some form of subspace information—but this is only a very basic understanding.

"There are many more complex mechanisms hidden behind the Terran's communication mechanisms. To give a simple example, if you throw a small stone into a hunting plasma swarm, a single individual can instantly connect with the entire massive group and perform extremely complex actions simply by paying attention to the behavior of its companions."

It's like throwing a piece of bread at a flock of birds, or rushing into a school of sardines; there's no clear individual giving orders, no "commander."

However, the groups they form will respond instantly, and the response will most likely be one that maximizes their own interests, leading to countless complex group models.

"certainly,"

The Endless One kicked the stone at his feet.

"Those old fogies who were just coasting along didn't explore this step. They initially concluded that as long as they understood the scent, that is, the pheromones, and the transmission of signals in subspace, they could separate the insect swarms—"

But they failed because subspace signal propagation falls under the category of "perception" in scientific research; the information is more ambiguous, more multi-dimensional and dynamic, and more emotionally driven. This requires researchers to possess psychic abilities, and indirect observation is ultimately insufficient.

Is that so?

Hades recalled the scene of facing the Tyranid swarm. His Dark Domain did not completely kill them. He must have severed some of their communication connections and completely destroyed the parts of the Tyranids that operated on psionic energy.

Therefore, after a period of time, some Tyranids died completely because the vital organs in their bodies that sustained them through psychic energy failed; others rose again and began attacking their own kind because Hades had cut off their communications.

Without a superior command, the Tyranids, unable to recognize their own kind of signals, entered a default mode—they assumed the war was lost. The Tyranids' contingency plan was to disband and flee on the spot to better preserve their genes. However, unable to recognize their own kind, they began attacking each other.

In other words, at least the Tyranids that Hades encountered preferred warp communication, and cutting off warp communication was almost equivalent to abolishing all their means of communication.

This is understandable. Without the interference of warp chaos and turbulence, warp communication is inherently free from the limitations of space and time compared to other means of communication. After all, warp itself is a world composed purely of information and emotions.

The real world requires objects as a medium. Whether it is light or sound waves generated by vibration, information can only be transmitted by the "object itself"—this conversion of mediums wastes energy and wastes time.

The fact that the Necromancers of space are incapable of researching subspace information does not mean that the human empire lacks talent.

Hades pondered. If he wanted to get results quickly, he could only ask the Primarch to do it. But when he thought of the psionic Primarchs he knew, he realized that none of them seemed to be interested in Tyrion, or perhaps they did some research on this topic.

If we had to name Mortarion, his biological specialization was in toxicology, not biological behavior.

Had Hades believed that if Mortalian had invested some skill points in biological behavior, he could now easily control most Primarchs, except for Angron.

What if we directly destroy their subspace communication? We could use the Dark Domain to completely annihilate their subspace communication, and then let the Tyranids evolve on their own to develop a communication method that relies entirely on behavior and pheromones?

This thought sent a shiver down Hades' spine. Wouldn't this Tyrannosaurus be even more difficult to deal with? Ignoring the Dark Domain—was he creating a powerful backer for himself?

He can't keep using Star God Lightning to swat bugs; the Dark Domain, with its fewer side effects, is much more effective.

But... Hades thought that he remembered killing as many Tyrannosaurus who had faced his Dark Domain as possible when he was resurrected, but he was a bit hungry at the time and couldn't be sure if any had escaped.

Whether any escape or not, if Hades uses Dark Domain a few times in the upcoming war, the rapidly evolving Tyranids will likely immediately unlock the ability for pure physical communication.

A little tricky.

Hades thought that facing Tyran was like facing a pure and absolutely rational being. There were no flaws on the other side, unlike the enemies Hades had faced before—among them, there were always a few who made foolish mistakes.

Tyronn won't make mistakes, and he's huge.

Hades pondered that Tarasim's proposal of the "enslavability" of the Tyranids was indeed very appealing, and the method was not at all blasphemous, after all, the Darklands clans of yesteryear were still vivid in his mind.

However, the clans of the underworld later began to rebel against Hades.

Hades wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his heart. This was a rare dark chapter in Hades' history, but if Tyrannosaurus Rex were too large, this move would probably be repeated.

However, this time they will probably use Tyron as the raw material.

"Hmm... I feel that we can indeed try to divide Tyrannosaurus, after all, there is also the virtue of fighting among Tyrannosaurus."

"Although this is a strategy of using one wolf to devour another, if Tyron becomes too large, we will have no choice but to do it."

Hades said that after thinking for a moment, he decided to call for outside help. When Tarachin told him, he had already sent all the references to Hades. Hades blinked and started calling the biology professors he knew.

I wonder how the battle is going on Mortarion's side.

Hoping to reunite with the human empire as soon as possible, Hades looked up, and above the sea of ​​stars, the vast shadow of the Great Devourer loomed down.

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