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

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"..."

"Tara-Sin!!!"

"Hey? Hey! I'm here!"

Tarasin hurriedly shifted his consciousness back to the observer, where he saw Hades standing in front of him with a frown, holding a stack of official documents that looked as if he wanted him dead.

"What are you doing, Taraxin? I thought you had a virus."

"I'm looking at The School of Athens—"

Taracin said, and then, as if recalling something pleasant, the space necromancer let out a few broken laughs.

"You should really see how funny your oil-obsessed crew is."

Ha, Hades thought, if Hades hadn't been so busy, he would have become the craziest madman on the entire network, giving 40k a little 3k shock, whether it was a big banana or a spinning cat, he could do it.

Although these tech enthusiasts have started spreading some nascent abstract cultural ideas, thankfully there are occasional crackdowns, otherwise Hades would be truly afraid that an abstract being would appear in the warp.

But Hades had no intention of restricting these guys who spent their days idly on the Athenian Academy forum.

He wasn't the type to turn on his subordinates just because they were playing around. Hades didn't care what they did if they could get things done.

"Then make a copy and enjoy it at your leisure."

Hades said to hand the documents to Tarasin.

"These are the results of our efforts in protecting cultural relics over the past three months, as well as our latest technological products. Please take a look and see if there are any oversights, and if there are any other technologies we can contribute. The expedition is about to begin. How about you donate some more, you great philanthropist?"

Taracin automatically ignored the last sentence, grabbed the document and started reading. It read very quickly, after all, it had an upgraded body.

"There's something else,"

Hades said,

"Tarasin, do you have any plans to go to the battlefield? I'll give you a few titles. On this expedition, you'll command a mechanized unit and work together."

Talasin let out an unintelligible scream, but the Necromancer knew what Hades wanted to do; it had lost too badly in that command operation.

"Okay, okay—I'll do it."

Hades nodded.

"Afterwards, you'll still have to process data from several large-scale battles. Don't waste your precious computing power, Endless One."

"So, can I pick up some things on the battlefield?"

Hades waved his hand.

"Suit yourself, but this time you are not allowed to pick up any humans who are still able to move and continue to live."

Tarasin's green eyes dimmed.

"A rather ruthless decision."

"Haha."

"By the way, how's Zandrej doing?"

"They didn't leak the information. First, they didn't report that they went to see the Primarch on their own. Second, they at least kept their promise. As for what happened next... Obi-Long came to me again later."

Tarasin said he recalled the tall, imposing guard who looked rather dejected.

“Zandrek is recovering well and even remembers his foolish actions on the battlefield—which has made him depressed again. Obi-Long is now very worried that his master will commit suicide.”

Hades was taken aback.

"What should I do?"

“I sent them several immersive simulation copies of large-scale battles to let Obi-Ron fool Zandreuk first. I think it sometimes can’t distinguish between reality and dreams or hallucinations.”

Tarasin was silent for a moment.

"Damn it, this old thing is so old. If it were us in the past, it would have already found a place to die. Why would someone who fears death care about it like this?"

Hades raised an eyebrow.

Are you angry or are you being soft-hearted?

"It's all in chaos, everything's in complete chaos."

Tarasin waved his hand, but he didn't seem angry.

"I understand what you humans mean by the collapse of morality and social order—anyway, don't worry about the Crowned Ones. I, Tarasin, as the curator of the Solemnas Art Museum, swear that there won't be any problems here."

"Let's not talk about that. The information you gave me is all correct, Hades. I'm more curious about how the Pale Lord finally solved the acceleration problem of the Endurance."

Hades blinked. Mortarian, who had argued with Karas to the point of red-hot, had gone to take up a post in Terra. Could he say that Mortarian wasn't the one who ultimately resolved the matter?

And a three-second moment of silence for Terra's administrators.

"It simply slowed down the acceleration and improved the armor."

Hades said this, but then Tarachin let out a huge sigh.

"Can flesh-and-blood creatures ultimately not cross the chasm of faster-than-light travel without inertia?"

"You can take a look at the Yellow Weasel Team."

"That's called a flesh and blood creature?!"

Tarasin was so angry that he jumped up.

"I don't even want to talk about you guys—who combines Deathbringer technology with the fucking Warp?! I can tolerate the likes of Mortarion, but the Lords of Man... ￥%&*&￥%#%"

Intense, death-fearing profanities.

"Just tell me if it works, if it's usable,"

Hades raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"If all else fails, you can secretly steal one of his ships to keep as a collectible."

"I wish I could! The crew members on those ships are all connected to the Lord of Humanity; if I make a move, I'll be detected!"

"You've already tried it?!?!"

Hades and Tarachin exchanged a glance, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

"If you get caught by the weasel, remember not to betray me."

“I will call your name immediately so that the Emperor knows who the mastermind is.”

Hades suddenly lowered his voice and bent down to get closer to Tarasin.

"How about this, you call me 'Old Mo' then, not 'me'—?!"

Hades suddenly sat up straight, turned around with a big smile and looked at the mist fountain at the office door.

"Oh, you're back so quickly?"

Mortalian still looked ravaged. Even a Primarch would look exhausted after being overworked for ten thousand years.

Mortarian's gaze bypassed Hades and fixed on Tarasin.

Go ahead and do it... If the Lord of Humanity objects, tell him that I sent you.

The last sentence was almost spoken through gritted teeth.

Hades chuckled awkwardly; it seemed Mortarian had overheard him.

"Did the weasel bully you again?"

【…】

Mortarian glanced at Hades, seemingly quite pleased with the title of Lord of Man, though he didn't quite understand its meaning, he could tell it was very sarcastic.

Tarasin took the opportunity to slip away.

I have a proposal: Do not establish a garrison in Terra for this expedition.

Motarian said calmly,

If the enemy launches a surprise attack on Terra, let that bastard on the Golden Throne jump up and do the work.

"A really good idea, it got my brain spinning,"

Hades said,

"But it was not approved."

Mortarian sneered, ignored Hades, and casually sat down on a sofa in Hades' office.

"So—there's something else?"

Hades turned around,

"Is there trouble in Terra?"

Death shook his head.

Everything is going well, but the Cult of Mechanics is looking for you.

Hades waved his hand, indicating that no written documents had been sent over; those guys were probably planning to sell the floor tiles he had walked on for money again.

"Not urgent."

After saying that, he stared at Mortarian, and Mortarian stared back at him, their eyes meeting in bewilderment.

"so……"

Hades was puzzled.

"What are you doing in my office? Is your office haunted?"

Mortalian would not linger in his office to rest without a valid reason, especially Hades' office, because Hades would assign him work.

Mortarion's expression darkened further. The Primarch hesitated for a moment, deciding that it was best to be frank and admit the truth, otherwise Hades would find out the truth from other sources.

[Karas is waiting for me in my office.]

Death saw Hades's expression shift slightly, and sure enough, before he could even speak, Hades stopped mid-sentence.

"Sorry, I just remembered something happy."

[...Laugh if you want to.]

Hades immediately burst into a thunderous laugh, laughing so hard he was breathless, then smugly leaned closer.

"Is Typhon still angry?"

【No. 】

The original said dryly,

I overestimated the new generation; Karas is currently busy counseling these little ones who are experiencing death for the first time.

As if remembering something, Mortarian clenched his fist, then relaxed it.

It's just death.

He muttered under his breath, while Hades patted the Primarch's shoulder armor.

"I guess they died more than once. Being exposed to too much death in a short period of time is too stimulating."

【…】

I will visit them all.

As Mortarion spoke, a wisp of mist dripped from his fingertips. Hades understood and withdrew the dark domain that covered the area, allowing the Primarch to release his psionic energy.

The mist drifted out of the office and left the place.

"Think of something happy,"

Hades said,

"You'll be able to set the warp ablaze soon."

They will fear us.

Motalian nodded.

Deathguards, Imperial Fists, Dark Angels, reinforcements from other Legion chapters, the Titan Order of the Mechanicus… This time, I will bestow death upon a god.

The Primarch clenched his fist again, his knuckles cracking.

【I understand... The first one is six... Then we'll go to the garden, Hades, promise me... stuff the Dark Domain into the mouth of the false god.】