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

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This is the will of the Silent King—the Fearful Ones are not incapable of destroying humanity, but the battle with the human empire will perplex them, especially with the Storm King eyeing them covetously and Talathim betraying them.

If humanity surrenders Hades—an artificial star god, a creation the Fearful Ones cannot tolerate, and an evil being that must never again grace the galactic stage—then the Lord of Silence can forgive humanity.

Upon hearing these words, Hades first checked to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

He almost burst out laughing.

Hades now fully understood what the arrogance of a higher civilization meant, and what it meant to laugh in anger. He had never seen anything like it before.

This is the arrogance of a higher civilization towards a lower civilization; they don't even bother to go all out or show equal respect.

Now he was at a loss for words; Hades had never encountered anything so frustrating.

But in front of him, the motionless Guilliman spoke.

Then there's nothing to discuss.

Killieman calmly said that Hades greatly admired Killieman for being able to remain silent in the face of such absurd remarks.

Then, Killieman said in a casual tone.

[In the name of the Empire's Lord, since both sides have decided to go to war, I hope the battle will take place at the Eye of Silence—where Hades will also go.]

The Grand Attorney stared at Robert Guilliman, impressed by this human understanding of the martial arts of the fearsome—a request that was clearly acceptable.

Those who fear death will fight on specific stages.

At the same time, this is also the intention of the Silent King. The territory of the human empire is too large, and if war is waged against it, without the use of weapons of mass extinction, it would be troublesome even for the Silent King, given the size of the current conscious and obedient dynasties.

On the other hand, assassinations of extremely high-level units can only be carried out once—the one with the highest probability of success. Assassins skilled in this art will infinitely rewind time with the help of time technicians until they find the opportunity with the highest probability of success.

If this attempt fails, then any other assassination attempt will also fail, and there's no need to waste energy again.

"Noble Szalak, the last and greatest King of Silence, grants your request, Guilliman of the Empire."

Then everything is fine.

Guilliman casually sheathed his sword and withdrew his psionic shield, but his eyes remained fixed intently on the High Justice—an extension of the Silent King's will.

But in the end, I'd like to return the same courtesy.

The Primarch spoke calmly, and Hades behind him blinked, seeing the Grand Inquisitor, who was suspended in the air, cut in half at the waist. The Primarch's sword was fast and sharp enough.

The psionic light extended in both directions along the rift, and the Primarch ensured that the space necromancer was "dead" beyond any possibility.

Killieman smiled.

[Now I think there's one more person on the list of Kings of Silence, which suits me perfectly.]

He turned to look at Hades; in fact, Killieman was very nervous about Hades' actions—

Just as Guilliman had chosen, the human empire could not exist without Hades. The entire Mechanicus, and most of the empire's system, was built by the man before him.

The Silent King's orders were almost childish—Guilliman could hardly understand this behavior, perhaps because the Silent King had never really understood the human empire.

However, considering its actions millions of years ago in forcibly transforming an entire civilization of the Fearless into space undead, the Silent King is probably beyond their comprehension.

Are you alright? The assassination attempt just now...

"I am fine."

Hades waved his hand, gave a wry smile, but the curve of his lips was slightly pleased.

"What preparations should we make next?"

He said that the next moment, Hades was interrupted again, and the two of them looked to the side in shock as a huge, unstable warp rift opened up, from which a Mortarion sprang.

Hades?! Where is that space necromancer?!

The Grim Reaper, gripping his scythe tightly, was furious, almost trembling with rage. Mortarion, who had just been forcibly teleported there, ignored his dizziness and, upon seeing Hades unharmed, immediately began searching for nearby enemies, using his scythe to rummage through every corner where something might be hidden.

Finally, Mortarion, having failed to find his enemy, abruptly turned and stared at Guilliman, who looked completely bewildered by his appearance.

[You... Robert Killieman—]

Mortalian questioned in a low voice, glancing down and looking directly into Guilliman's eyes.

Is this how you manage the palace security system?

Hades coughed awkwardly, and then he received a text message from Tarasin—

Tara struggled to tell Hades that she had intended to warn him, but Orikan stopped Tara, saying it was unnecessary, as the Lord of Time and Fate already knew Hades would not be harmed.

Of course, Orican's reasoning was that if you can't even avoid assassination, you shouldn't be their ally.

At the same time, Tarachin told Hades that the assassination was over, and that such a high-level assassination could only happen once—because it was the only result of infinitely rewinding time.

Seeing that Mortalian had started arguing with Guilliman, Hades gave a brief reply to Tarasin.

Mortalian didn't want to argue with Guilliman—

After questioning him, he intended to inquire about Hades' current situation, but Guilliman's words, "I have never seen you so proactive and quick in approving documents" and "So you were able to reach Terra so quickly," effectively shut Mortarian down.

This was a question, a distrust, a provocation, and the already angry Mortarian immediately began a debate with Guilliman about Terra security.

Hades then received other communications from Primarchs, the Mechanicus, the Hades, and the Death Guard, mostly offering words of comfort and inquiry. However, one message stood out from the rest.

"Oh,"

Hades said this, and both Guilliman and Mortalian looked at Hades at the same time.

“Nios was also attacked because he was the ‘initiator of the evil experiment’—but he’s alright now and is crying his heart out to Macado.”

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 782 Even a Mechanical Kid Can Be Darkly Enraged

I still recommend...

Guilliman paused for a moment, then looked helplessly at Hades, who was standing in front of him with an innocent expression. The Primarch rubbed his forehead with the hand that held the quill.

[You don't need to work right now—Hades, your primary responsibility is to appease those mechanical sages. I think Fenus has already shown you the visit requests he received in Terra today.]

Unexpected events always happen quickly. For Hades, the Necromancers' declaration of war was like someone walking along the street and suddenly being kicked by a big man—

However, all of this was foreshadowed. Before this, he often exchanged flirtatious glances with the space necromancer Tarachin and they were in cahoots.

The Necromancers who discovered these things were also very direct. They started with zero frames, using assassination as their primary method. If they couldn't kill him, they would pressure the human empire to hand over Hades. And if they failed to pressure him, they would simply start a war.

Perhaps this is a kind of racial confidence.

They are confident that humans do not pose a threat to them.

But in this respect, perhaps the Silent King was not wrong. Hades and Guilliman had already calculated that the human empire would be wiped out or both sides would suffer heavy losses in the battle against the space undead. In any case, humanity would suffer heavy losses in the war against the space undead.

But this is by no means a reason for the human empire to hand over Hades to the undead in space.

Hope comes only once. For Robert Guilliman and for the Empire, Hades was clearly the hope that was within reach, not to mention the loyalty and ambition of the Primarchs to Hades.

If Hades falls, then the anti-psychic system upon which the current vast empire relies will collapse like an avalanche.

For the Mechanicus, who now need to pray to Hades a hundred times for every step of research and development to ensure that warp contamination will no longer taint their innovations, Hades is an irreplaceable and constant presence in their lives.

To reiterate, from the core solar system of the human empire to the planets at the very edge of this magnificent empire's galactic arm, his fame is everywhere, and his blessings are universally praised. To the mechanical sages, he is light, electricity, and the green apple that fell on Newton's head—

The mechanical edifice was thus erected, and its solid foundation was none other than Hades, whose left eye was crimson.

Every mechanical sage praised him highly. Even the most critical and prejudiced sage had to admit the rapid technological advancements in the human empire after Hades' return. Hades himself had broken the shackles of confinement and prejudice for these cogs that were not understood by the world, guiding these electronic sheep like a shepherd towards the lush grasslands of innovation and wisdom.

If a great sage ever dreamed within his modified mechanical engine, then the most absurd and terrifying dream would likely be that he arrived in a desert of knowledge, where the guiding spirits of wisdom had been shattered, and they could only hide themselves amidst the curses of the world, bending down to pick up the fragments of knowledge in the vast desert—and be prepared to be bitten by a poisonous snake.

Therefore, this is why Hades must exist, why Hades must be their leader, and why Hades must remain immortal.

As long as he is there, the pursuit of innovation and wisdom will never stop.

As long as he is there, a correct experiment, under the same conditions, will produce the same result if repeated.

This is why—

Killieman blinked helplessly and swiped away the Mechanicus's application to enter the solar system from the command panel again.

Incidentally, because there were too many applications from mechanical engineers, Guilliman had to have these engineers unite ten foundry worlds to submit the application together.

We're not the only ones worried about you.

Guilliman spread his hands, referring to the Primarchs, excluding the Emperors, of course.

There are others too. I know you're a bit angry right now, but you have to go see them.

Guilliman knew that Hades had a tendency to self-destruct. In short, Guilliman believed that after careful consideration, if the gap between the two sides was too large, Hades would choose the strategy of "If I can't win, I'll go all out" and both sides would perish.

Hades stared intently at Killieman, his eyes unblinking, which made Killieman a little uneasy.

To be honest, Guilliman didn't know if anyone else had noticed Hades' pupils—they were completely black, utterly black, without a single other color.

Humans generally don't have this kind of pupil. Well, even heterochromia like Corax and Conrad have mixed colors in their white pupils. Guilliman is referring to those faint pupil patterns.

"I'm just worried about whether we can assemble the troops on time."

Hades pondered, but for them, the good news was that they no longer needed to mobilize the Cult of Mechanics and the Cult of the Underworld, since the arrogant and bewildered declaration from the Necromancer of Space.

Almost the entire Mechanicus of the human empire is rushing towards Terra, towards where Hades is.

Of course, their real intention wasn't to sacrifice Hades, but to protect him.

All the Gear Boys who heard the speech by the Space Necromancer High Judge were inexplicably filled with anger and a huge boost to their faith. Even during their rest, the engine signals used for thinking were more active than usual—according to the sages' self-monitoring, these active Gear Boys were trapped in a dreamlike illusion.

In a dream, the Gear Boys are beating up a blasphemous mechanical creation called the "Space Necromancer".

According to the latest news from the Nirvana System, it seems that several planetary governors have privately expressed bewilderment after hearing the announcement from the space necromancer.

They were then brutally beaten by the Mechanicus and Hades, who were stationed on the planet.

A video was even transmitted back. The video was short and blurry. It was roughly taken at a long banquet, where the elegantly dressed planetary governor was joking with the people around him. There were some remarks about Pluto. Then, off-screen, a gear-like figure crashed onto the table like a cannonball and swung his four mechanical arms to hit the planetary governor hard on the head.

Of course, this is only the mildest manifestation of "Pluto paranoia".

The severely ill patients have already roared and ignited the starship's engines with all their possessions. For the first time, the Mechanicus, which is plagued by internal strife, has reached a consensus: to protect Hades.

They were not only protecting Hades, but also their faith, the knowledge they possessed, this glorious reality, and the truth that the experiment could be repeated time and time again.

If a greenskin happened to pass by and saw the countless mechanical guardian ships, like a meteor shower, in the long, dark night within the territory of the human empire, he would surely exclaim in astonishment that the super mechanical greenskin had appeared out of nowhere—causing all the Cogboys in the galaxy to go crazy for him.

Above the world of forging, countless Gear Boys wielded the axe of the god of machines. Facing the god who bestowed upon them the light and heat of innovation, they would give everything. In an instant, countless ancient technological creations were unearthed from the secret vaults by the Gear Boys and thrown onto the guardian ships. These creations were hidden by the sages and had survived three major technological investigations by the Empire and the Academy of Athens.

Even the well-informed Hades, upon seeing these purely technological marvels, had to gasp and exclaim, "Holy crap, you guys are going a bit too far!"

Let's go take a look.

Guilliman waved his hand again, feeling somewhat neurasthenic. Sure enough, without any surprise, the wonderful future he had envisioned with Hades and Fernus was shattered in less than three days, making it arguably the fastest-falling legend of Guilliman's plan.

Suffering is always endless.

If you don't go soon, neither the Imperial Guard nor the Ultra Warriors can stop them.

Guilliman could almost hear the Mechanicus smashing the gates of Terra Palace, and of course, the sounds of rats scurrying in from inside, trying to catch a glimpse of Hades—to make sure he hadn't been betrayed by the Primarch and the damned Terra faction.

"I will, I will, but I still hope to make the arrangements first."

Hades said seriously, but then Guilliman looked up at him strangely and gave him a peculiar look.

"Wait, Hades," Guilliman straightened up, "You're not just unwilling to face your fanatical followers, are you?"

Saint Gilles also had such concerns.

Hades was speechless. Just as he was about to retort, Mortalian, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and pretending to be a fool, started attacking with zero frames.

[Killiman, if you can't do it yourself, don't question others... Hades is far more of a leader than you.]

Hades suspects that Mortalian is simply trying to antagonize Guilliman, to the point of ignoring reality.

"stop--"

Hades raised his hand,

"Stop arguing. I know you two don't like each other right now, but this isn't the time to bicker. I'm going now. Guilliman, you take care of the troops and logistics."

Guilliman was also somewhat annoyed with Mortalian, probably because after witnessing Mortalian's ability to instantly return to Terra, Guilliman's previous heartfelt words of advice to Mortalian to return to Terra seemed like rubbish.

Mortalian was also very unhappy, as Hades was attacked on Terra, in Guilliman's territory.

Seeing that tensions were about to escalate, Hades hurriedly left the office. Mortarian activated his auto-follow function. Since Death didn't want to work, Mortarian was happy to do anything except work, let alone follow Hades.

【……hypocritical.】

As Mortarian spat down the long corridor, he then looked at Hades.