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

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As for the remaining Primarchs, Mortarion, after assessing the size of Dorn's legions, concluded that they posed little threat, being either Chaos lackeys or easily defeated—and of course, Magnus the Wise.

However, according to Dorn's assessment, in Dorn's eyes, Magnus of the other fate line is not much different from this fate line - after all, Magnus of this world was also taught one-on-one by the Emperor.

As for Dorne's assessment of the interpersonal relationships between Primarchs and between Primarchs and the Emperor, that remains questionable; they generally believe that Dorne's statements are not reliable.

Motalian was deep in thought. Karas, seeing this, was about to scold him, but was interrupted by a sudden request for a visit—

Upon seeing that the visit request came from Hades, Callas was overjoyed and decided to scold both of them. However, when he saw that the visitor was also Guilliman, Callas's face darkened and he immediately ran away.

He didn't want to run into Guilliman again, only to be praised by the Emperor of the Empire and then given more work quotas.

This kind of empty promise was something that Hades and Mortarion had already trained Karas to desensitize to ten thousand years ago.

The sound of Karas's footsteps had just faded in the corridor when Mortarian frowned as he heard Hades and Guilliman's voices approaching.

Death remained outwardly calm, but in reality, he had already activated his defensive psionic field to its maximum—to guard against Guilliman's unexpected attack.

"Hey! Moth! Thunder monkey!"

Hades entered first, effortlessly picking up the untouched snacks from Mortalian's table, while Guilliman walked in formally, giving Mortalian a formal smile.

Good day, Death.

Motalian chose to roll his eyes at Guilliman rather than give him the middle finger.

【What's up.】

Mortalian asked, but Hades clearly had no intention of explaining, focusing instead on rummaging through the desserts that Death had placed on the table, some of which were star-specific snacks that the deputy ministers of the military had brought over to give to the Primarchs.

The Emperor's experiment has been successfully completed in its first phase.

Killieman coughed.

[Next, we can move on to the partial modification phase. We're here to ask if you'd be willing to include the Death Guard in the first phase of Space Marine modifications.]

Give me the experimental data.

Mortarian spoke calmly, and Hades then sent him an electronic copy. Death silently tapped and slid his fingers across the command panel, adding artificial tendons, enhanced hematopoietic organs, a combat sub-brain, a low-consumption mode, and an adaptive short-term targeted dominant genome...

In short, there were no additional features such as growing wings and flying (but it may sometimes grow claws and fangs), but the base stats were greatly enhanced, and the size of the Space Marines was increased to about 1.8 to 3.2 times that of the current Space Marines.

Mortalian scrolled down again. Good, the experiment failure rate was showing a question mark.

Death already had his own answer.

What is your suggestion?

Guilliman coughed again, knowing that Mortalian wasn't asking him, while Hades swallowed the last bit of food in his mouth.

[Let Death Guard wait until Phase 3.]

Hades spoke calmly, as if he had calculated this data countless times.

Then we'll wait for the third episode.

Mortalian calmly stated that Guilliman's signing clause had been rejected. [Which legions will be included in the first phase?]

Ultra Warrior vs. Imperial Fist.

Guilliman gave a wry smile.

[Both my and Dorn's genomes are relatively stable, and our numbers are large. You were also one of those who met this condition, but if you're unwilling—then I won't try to persuade you.]

"Don't be so discouraged, Killieman."

Hades suddenly spoke.

“I believe that Neos’s experiments lack data on the psionic side, and compared to your Legion, the Death Guard currently relies on Mortalian psionic power to fight—the Death Guard’s dependence on and connection to the Primarch’s psionic power is higher than that of other Legions.”

[It was my oversight.]

Killieman said, smiling, while Hades waved his hand.

"Don't underestimate even a small thing; the Son of Hades will participate in the first phase of the experiment."

Before Killeman could even raise an eyebrow in astonishment—a deafening scream erupted from outside the corridor.

[Robert Guilliman! The great slave owner of Terra!!! We need a vacation!!! Let my good brother Corax out—now! Immediately! Right now!]

A dark shadowy figure reeking of a fishy stench darted in almost the next instant, its speed even surpassing Killieman's reaction time for a moment. Before Killieman could react, a long, greasy document, resembling a battle report, was shoved into Killieman's face by Conrad.

At that moment, a slightly panicked shout came from the other side of the door.

[Conrad?! ​​Conrad?! ​​Wait a minute!!!]

"Let my brother go kill the Tau, or I'll kill you, Guilliman."

Conrad spoke slowly and deliberately, his breath hot as he exhaled.

The Primarch was already standing behind Guilliman, his head wrapped around Guilliman's neck, staring intently into Guilliman's blue eyes. He pressed the battle report against Guilliman's face with one hand, while threateningly tapping the Imperial Lord's neck with his half-bitten nail with the other.

Before Guilliman's Honor Guard could react and emit a sharp explosion, a withered, white hand slowly reached out, grabbed Conrad by the neck, and lifted the suffocating Conrad away from Guilliman's back.

You look easy to beat, my brother.

The eerie voice of death sounded behind Conrad, almost making the hairs on Conrad's back stand on end. However, just before Conrad could let out a sharp taunt and a loud laugh, another hand suddenly reached out and snatched the battle report from Coz's hand.

"etc?!"

Hades shouted, adding that he'd been busy with titanium lately.

"Titanium! How could I have forgotten about that?!"

Hades looked up and suddenly met the gaze of Corax, who flung open the door and was panting heavily.

"You need to go and help your legion, Corax!"

Hades shouted suddenly.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 751 Titanium is in Trouble

钛。

How could Hades have forgotten about this?

Perhaps because Hades was usually too busy with other urgent matters, he rarely thought about this race—after all, the Titanium was far from being a threat to the Empire.

Compared to Nios, the gambling king who bets everything, compared to Mortalian, the leader of the heretics in another storyline, compared to Robert Guilliman, who is always by Hades' side and exudes "I think you want to work overtime," titanium? It's really on the edge of titanium.

It's so obscure that Hades wouldn't even think of it on his own initiative.

But now, looking at the battle report handed over by the Dark Raven Guards, Hades suddenly remembered this race that was full of flaws in the original storyline.

In his previous life as a player, Hades, a member of the Plague Pig Party, didn't particularly like Titanium, even though in one version Titanium was incredibly powerful.

In short, the evil GW, one day, had a sudden inspiration and decided to create a world that is more benevolent than the Empire! More technologically advanced! More dystopian! More racially friendly! More futuristic! And has a bunch of races whose mechs don't look like anything from the Warhammer universe at all!

And so these blue-skinned fishmen appeared.

Incidentally, when GW created this race, it also incorporated a lot of existing cultures from Earth. Just as the White Scars are space Mongols, these blue-skinned Titans have an extremely strong East Asian cultural influence—especially Japanese.

If that were all, Hades wouldn't have frowned on this race. The problem is, in the subsequent storyline involving titanium—guess who was frantically used to pad titanium?

That's right! It's the human empire!

But if these stories are written logically and in accordance with common sense, then Hades will still simply remain indifferent to this race, rather than frowning upon seeing the Titanium.

The most outrageous war between the Empire and the Tau was the Damocles' Expedition between the Ravenguard and the Tau. The Empire first deployed an extremely powerful figure—Sevix, the founding raid leader of the Ravenguard.

He was then cushioned.

In a stealthy duel with Shadowsun, the Raven Guard, who was most skilled in stealth, Sevier did not realize that the Tau he had killed was merely a puppet.

The next moment, the Raven Guard, who had exposed his position, was cut in half at the waist by Shadow Sun, ending his life.

……

If one had to explain it, this defeat could be largely attributed to the Raven Guard's own mishap—but beyond that, the Imperials have contributed some extremely abstract tactics in a series of stories about the Tau.

Another thing that left Hades speechless was that every time the Empire was about to penetrate deep into the Tau territory and wipe out the Tau, the Empire would suddenly shift its strategic focus, leaving the Tau, who had been badly beaten, to continue to develop "hopefully".

Killing should be done by eliminating the root of the problem!

Hades cried out in his heart, heartbroken.

According to GW's description, although this race is not currently a major threat to the Empire, their terrifying rate of development... Shadows fell over Hades' eyes, and he thought it would be more appropriate to eliminate them completely.

Compared to the human empire, the Tau, this newly emerging race, can almost be described as an overpowered "naive and innocent" character in the Warhammer universe.

First, according to GW, Tau are naturally weak in psionic energy, so the technology they create is rarely contaminated by the subspace. Therefore, the Tau people pointed out an extremely high-tech route in a very short time - pointing to the Gundam (×).

Secondly, the development of titanium exploded because some beings calling themselves "ether" came to rule over the different individuals of the titanium race:

The Fire Clan excels in combat, the Water Clan in diplomacy, the Earth Clan in construction, and the Air Clan in flight.

Among them, Aether undoubtedly became the ruling class of the Tau, the unshakeable leader.

The "Supreme Goodness" preached by Ether became the core culture that unified the Tau tribe. Under the promotion of the Supreme Goodness, the Tau tribe rarely fought among themselves. The Tau believed that whichever clan they belonged to, they would bear the responsibilities and missions of that clan.

Furthermore, because of the ideas of self-discipline, selfless dedication, and universal harmony promoted by the "Supreme Way of Goodness," the Tau do not reject cooperation with other races. In stark contrast to the extreme racist human empire, the Tau will send the Water Clan, who are skilled in diplomacy, to establish cooperative relationships with other races.

As long as you believe in the highest good and are willing to submit to the Tau Empire, then Tau will send people to build the planet you submit to—naturally, not in the way the Imperial Mechanicus calls "building," which means turning a perfectly good planet into a hive capital.

In the Tau stories, after a human hive planet submitted to the Tau, the Tau actually helped the locals restore the ecosystem outside the hive, and then relocated the overcrowded hive population—a method that was clearly more humane than that of the Empire.

But Hades knew that this was just a naive act by a new race that had not yet been severely beaten.

This is why titanium is so out of place in this messed-up world. Before touching on the conspiracy theory of the so-called "ether" of the titanium race, this race, with its newborn vitality, is fragrant in an environment where everyone is rotten and decaying.

This race is too young, so young that they have not yet seen the truth of this universe;

They were so lucky that their good fortune nurtured an almost arrogant kindness in them;

They have never witnessed the death of their race, and still retain a cruelty bordering on naiveté.

Humans look at the Tau people like an old hunter in a dark forest, tormented and desperate for survival, looking at a child singing and making a fire in the forest.

Hades stroked his chin. Mortarian glanced at Hades, who was clearly deep in thought.

When Hades is deep in thought, his control over the Dark Realm weakens slightly. Visibly, darkness envelops Hades, and in the shadows, one of the Empire's greatest decision-makers is deep in thought.

The Primarch blinked, and he pulled out the documents Conrad had brought him, which described the Tau people, their fighting style, their social structure, and so on. Poison gas spewed from the Grim Reaper's gas mask.

Motalian then drew his conclusion directly.

He disliked this race.

Conrad seemed to know that Mortalian would think this. Curled up in the dark corner, Conrad gave a sinister laugh and looked at Mortalian with a suggestive gaze.

Death treated Conrad as a dead man, and Mortalian ignored Conrad as well. He turned to the next page and began to calculate how many troops the Empire would need to send to eradicate this race.

Although Hades clearly knows more, and perhaps Hades might even say something like "don't kill them all" later, Mortarion is also calculating this, just in case it comes in handy.

Titanium is neither a major nor a minor issue; it's truly a double-edged sword.

Hades pondered, but the Tau race could not be allowed to continue developing in this way; their technological advancements were too rapid.

Hades believed that taking the Tau's technology and then quickly annihilating the Tau would be in the best interest of the Empire going forward.

Hades had no intention of being merciful. The Eldar were already exterminated, so why would he keep those blue-skinned fish?

Hades instinctively reached for a cookie on his desk and popped it into his mouth.

Mortarian glanced at Hades again—unlike the Grim Reaper who liked to use poison gas to exterminate an entire race, Hades was not actually a fanatical genocide enthusiast.

Hades will make the following judgment on most of the alien races he encounters along his path:

Those with good taste are included in the recipe, while those with poor taste are used as animal feed.

Perhaps there are more efficient options for dealing with these alien races than these judgments, but since it was Hades himself who made the decision, no one will question him.

In addition, Hades will exterminate alien races that are too human-like.

Just then, Hades thought of a plan that slowly surfaced in his mind: while Terra was currently relatively unaffected, he should throw all the Primarchs, who were nearly driven mad by the judgments, out to fight the Tau and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Incidentally, it can also support Corax's legion and collect titanium technology, achieving three goals at once.

Consider it a vacation for Mortalian and the others, except for the pointless duel with Guilliman. Death hasn't stepped onto the battlefield in a long time.

Hades thought for a moment, then looked up at the Primarchs in the office who were engrossed in reading Tau documents.

Hades coughed, and in the next moment, all eyes turned to him. Hades spoke.

“I knew about this race before—the Mechanicus had reported it to me, saying it was developing at an astonishing rate, but I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time because the race was too small and the location was too remote.”