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

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Karas spoke slowly and deliberately, a defiant smile playing on his lips.

"I'm the only one here with experience in resistance—you think you can get the next victim of the Ravenguard to lead you in a more rational way of fighting back? Don't even think about it. Corax is far more human than our inhuman masters."

Calga remained silent, while the bigger and bluer fellow showed no sign of joy, only chugging his wine with melancholy.

Sevita let out a cold laugh, and Karas immediately retorted.

"Laugh?" The serpent named Karas spat out venom. "It seems your Primarch must be extremely considerate of his subordinates, not making his offspring do the dirty work, and supporting the Legion on his own, right?"

"Oh, I forgot, your master's name is Conrad."

Calga quietly moved aside to make room for the two burly men rolling and fighting on the ground. The Ultra Warrior drank his beer in frustration. After finishing the bottle, he casually threw it behind him. With a bang, it was unclear whether it hit Karas on the head or Sevita on the head.

"It seems I came at the right time?"

Another long-unheard voice rang out, and Calgar sighed as he pulled out a chair for the returning Kahn.

“You shouldn’t have come here. Karas and Sevita will be attacking you together soon.”

"Yeah,"

Kahn answered casually, slamming the axe in his hand onto the ground beside his feet with a loud thud.

“Then I’ll just have some fun with them—you look a little down, Calga.”

Calga sighed again.

"Only the downtrodden like us come here. How come you're just like Lord Red Sand?"

Kahn paused for a moment. Actually, after landing in Terra today, Angron called him aside and quietly told him that he had something fun to show him.

Subsequently, Kahn received a "One-Day Experience Card for Directly Observing Others' Emotions".

[I bet you've ever wondered how I see other people? Go check it out.]

Angron whispered, pushed Kahn out, and then went to give psychological treatment to Rock, the World Eater representative stationed in Terra.

Kahn blinked. Now, in his vision, he could see the anguish and weariness surrounding Calga, but amidst the tangled black threads, there was still a single, pure, and shining white dot.

But Kahn doesn't speak like Angron. The World Eater shut up. Fortunately, Karga spared Kahn. Then Kahn turned around to look at Karas.

Uh……

He saw two extremely viscous and filthy Newtonian fluids intertwined. One was dark green with brownish tinge, like mud from the depths of a swamp, with countless vicious black bubbles rising from its body. The other was frantic and shrill, with darkness piercing out like sharp spikes, stabbing and stabbing at the void.

Both of these souls had extremely fine threads attached to them. Kahn looked up, trying to find the end of the threads, but they were so long that they eventually disappeared into the distance on the horizon.

According to Anglon, a pure soul is white and the more it shines, the less easily it is polluted. Emotions are like clothes covering the soul, but if one maintains the same emotion, then the emotion will pollute the soul.

And this kind of...

Kahn swallowed hard. This was probably a case of polluting the environment in reverse. Karas and Sevita's souls had long been so filthy that they had reached a point of self-consistency.

If you're dirty enough, rolling around in a latrine is just like taking a bath.

too frightening.

Kahn calmly withdrew his gaze, but his hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, highlighting the importance of having a good Primarch.

Thank you, Anglong.

"Where is Sicarius?"

Kahn asked casually, and Calgar, who was drinking alone beside him, shook his head.

"Ariman entrusted him to go to the warp to search for someone—the Grey Knights, it is said that there is news of a Grand Master who was lost a long time ago, I think his name is Cardo Diego."

Kahn didn't recognize the Grey Knight, so he could only nod to show that he had listened, and then he licked his lips.

"How is Terra doing lately?"

Calgar was silent for a moment, and Kahn noticed that his grip on the bottle loosened—something he wouldn't normally notice, but Angron was teaching gladiators how to read people.

"Still the same as always,"

Calgary remarked,

"But I have to admit... the efficiency of those three is terrifying. Projects that would take at least a century to produce results for a typical high lord or legion commander can be compressed into a few years by them."

Only those who work in administration truly understand the terror of Robert Guilliman, Finus Manus, and Hades.

When ordinary people saw these three great beings, they could only gasp in amazement.

Upon seeing these three, they were as if struck by lightning from a clear sky, like mayflies seeing the heavens!

If these three had formed an alliance ten thousand years earlier, the current human empire... Calga thought, would probably have already entered a true utopian society.

After Hades' return, the number of insects in the Empire decreased, weapons began to glow green, and ships even exceeded the speed of light. More importantly, the Primarchs, who were previously at odds, began to unite, albeit in the act of beating up the Emperor.

Calga took two more sips of his drink.

"Recently, the Emperor of the Empire has been promoting the further subdivision of the Nirvana System into the lower galaxy... The winds have changed. A while ago, my Lord ordered me to keep an eye on Makado's movements, and we are about to have cooperation again in political affairs."

Kahn was slightly surprised.

"The one with the magic runes is willing to make a move?"

Calga coughed.

“My Lord only gave him two choices: return to work or stay by the Emperor’s side—he can’t stand staying by the Emperor’s side now, he’d rather, cough, rather return to face the Emperor of the Empire.”

"What about the Emperor..."

Kahn hinted that there might be some information that Angron couldn't obtain, but quite a lot could be gleaned from this small bar, filled with the distinctive stench of Space Marine sweat.

Calga shook his head.

"It's not necessarily Horus."

He says,

"I have a feeling that the next one will be the founding of the Seventeenth Legion... The Primarch Luo Jia who disappeared is about to return."

Luojia?

Kahn felt a surge of joy as he thought of his good friend, Angeltai the Word-Wanderer, wondering where the fellow was now.

“I’ve been very busy lately, but I’ve always been busy. I don’t know when that future will arrive—if there isn’t a major war soon, the Empire may be preparing for its second expedition into the warp, at least that’s the plan of the Empire’s leader.”

Calga looked thoughtful and took another sip of his drink. This was common knowledge among the second-in-commands on Terra, except for Kahn, who had just returned.

Just as Kahn was about to offer his opinion, the bar door let out another groan of strain, and a larger! Taller! Fatter! Wide-bodied Space Marine stood awkwardly in front of it.

"Uh,"

Bella, the daughter of Hades, tapped the threshold.

"Karas, Karas, why don't you use your psionic powers to enlarge the door?"

He called out tentatively, but was met with a furious roar from Karas, "Get out, shit!" and other incomprehensible words.

"Fine, you're not going to help me, huh?"

Bella rubbed her hands together like a fly, then she gave him a knowing look. Mingzi squatted down and began to force himself inside.

He squeezed in with difficulty, landing right on top of Karas and Sevita, who were entangled and refusing to let go (it was 700% intentional). The wide-bodied Son of Hades successfully shielded the two Space Marines, and because of Bella's wicked sense of humor, he clearly wasn't planning on getting up anytime soon.

Calga's eyes twitched. He seemed to see a flash of Karas's psionic energy beneath Bella, but due to the unique psionic resistance of the Son of Hades, the emerald-green, thunder-dragon-like flash only flickered.

The Sons of Hades, born from the Deathguard chapter, inherited and maxed out the Deathguard's physical resistance, and on top of that, maxed out their spirit resistance. They are absolutely the tankiest chapter in the Imperium, bar none.

"What a scene of unity and friendship!"

Booz calmly stood up, casually pulling Karas and Sevita along with one hand. Perhaps on the battlefield, the tanky Karas and the assassin Sevita could kite Booz to death, but in a direct confrontation, the tanky Booz would definitely hold out for the first half.

There's nothing special about it except for its high blood volume and resistance to high altitudes.

Aren't you going to greet your father?

Karga asked in surprise, while Macurag, the son of Hades, who was quite close to Karga, smiled.

"I'm not in such a hurry to find work. I'd rather enjoy one more night of leisure, right?"

He smiled modestly and sat down next to Kahn, but in Kahn's sight, he saw an extremely faint light, a pure gray one.

It is said that the souls of Hades' sons are dim so that they can receive Hades' blessings. Now, seeing it with my own eyes, it is indeed as rumored: Hades' sons all have dim souls.

As Kahn and Boots clinked glasses, a tattered cloth flew over and landed squarely on Boots' head—it was thrown by Karas, who had just finished a grumbling match with Sevita.

"Don't let me see your disgusting face, you little thing."

"I feel a stomachache," Karas said, and kicked Sevita again as she picked up the dagger from the ground. Sevita fell straight into Dante's arms, and Karas was really looking forward to Dante opening his mouth and taking a bite at that moment.

“Ah, then you can go and see the original owner of this face. Father misses you dearly—he longs for you to sit back at your desk.”

"..."

"I'm going to commit suicide right now."

Karas said,

"Motalian is in Barbarus now, I'm going to die and go back to Barbarus."

"incorrect,"

"I can say that easily," Buz said, still wearing the tattered cloth over his face.

"Lord Death will only resurrect you on Terra~"

Kahn shifted his seat to the side to make it easier for the second duel to begin.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 772 Stop playing around!

"You're living a good life, aren't you?"

Hades smiled, but his eyes remained fixed on Neos, who was twirling in his chair inside the glittering office.

"Thank you for your concession."

The Emperor spoke calmly, casually picking up Horus Lupecal's HH chess piece from his desk, the small piece flitting between his fingers.

"Have a show?"

Neos asked tentatively, and then he watched as Hades' face turned from white to red, and then from red to blue.

"I'm working on your dam! Get to work!"

Hades walked over and slammed his hand on the table. Hundreds of carefully arranged Imperial Guard pieces on Neos's table took flight in unison.

"I did it."

The emperor said calmly,

"The first batch of Space Marines has been modified, and I am reviewing the genetic seeds of the second batch of Space Marines—maybe Macardo is right, the genetic sequence of Sanguires is too flawed, and I have to redesign it."

"And now,"

Neos put down his Horus chess piece and picked up Guilliman's blue chess piece. These Primarch, Macado, and Hades chess pieces were the only different colors on this glittering table.

"It's time to rest now."

"You seem to have plenty of free time."

Hades sighed, naturally pulled up a chair for himself, and sat down. He came to talk to Neos about politics, but his hand unconsciously reached for the small chess pieces on the Emperor's table.

"I heard Luo Jia is coming back?"

Hades asked tentatively. He didn't have the Golden Bull Syndrome, so he was holding a Mortarion piece, smaller than a finger joint, with potion bottles gleaming with liquid on its waist.

He was still deep in thought.

Nios casually replied, put Guilliman back, and picked up the Saint Gilles chess piece to play with.

As if remembering something, Neos smiled.

“I do not favor the seventeenth son, but considering that he is the first offspring who has sacrificed himself to me without any instruction... perhaps I should go along with his wishes.”

"Is he planning to come out and rebuild the two churches?"

"perhaps……"

Neos spoke vaguely, recalling Luo Jia's ambitions.

"Destroying a behemoth—that is no easy task."