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

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Kirkland thought so.

Seeing that Makado remained silent, his eyes darting into the distance with a mixture of emotions, Kirkland continued,

"In addition, there are ships, many, many ships—some of which can guarantee stable faster-than-light travel."

? !

Macado suddenly looked at Kirkland.

"Super light speed?"

"No comment."

Kirkland shrugged. Long before Hades returned, Faos had already been using the Nirvana-assisted ship piloting system. The Sage couldn't say for sure that the people on it were just responsible for inserting a key to activate the system.

For example, the captain turns the key to activate the main system; the gunner turns the key to activate the firing system; the chief and second engine officers turn two keys to activate the engine drive...

Without the humans on board, the ship could theoretically reach faster than light speeds, but now that Pluto has introduced inertia-free acceleration, the humans on board are more like a lump of living flesh dragging down the machinery.

The common solution is to use highly mechanized crews, but highly mechanized and dense crews are too expensive. Their physical strength must be greater than that of a cast-bearer to withstand high-load sailing.

The actual implementation plan was proposed by the Lord of Humanity, and Kirkland would not have any doubts about the burning golden figures on the inertia-free faster-than-light ship.

Those things don't have to follow physics.

Although the sage was somewhat dissatisfied—

Because of those guys, the ship's built-in anti-psychic systems had to be removed and replaced by the state religion, the God-Emperor Church. Recently, Terra has been training Space Marines like the Word Bearers and Blood Angels, presumably to reinforce the faith domains of these ships.

Oh, they shouldn't be called Word Bearers and Blood Angels now. The Word Bearers are so few in number that they exist in name only, while the Blood Angels... have donned the disguise of the World Eaters' offspring.

Kirkland thought, but what did all this have to do with him? Nothing.

He's here to oversee the construction of Macado; Pluto has given him the power, and Kirkland is happy to carry it out.

........................

"Ah!"

Hades, who was working at his desk, suddenly sneezed. He had a feeling that someone was resentfully cursing him.

The office door opened, and a tired-looking Vox and a stubborn-looking Blake walked in.

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Hades asked, "Did these two go to participate in the test flight of the Resilience?"

As for why Mortalian wasn't there, the Primarch was probably arguing with Khalas or trying to appease the Death Guards.

Vox nodded, his face pale.

"It's more exciting than I expected."

Two-Face's lips were pale. Hades, upon hearing this, immediately ordered his servant to bring him a cup of hot tea, the kind without the poison.

The Endurance's zero-inertia faster-than-light plan is simple: the Pale Lord casts the [White Mist Domain] to envelop the living people, providing a buffer and preventing them from dying.

Then they started racing.

take off!

This is indeed a considerable challenge for Death Guard, who is used to a slower pace.

Due to Hades' physical condition, he was not allowed to participate in the test flight.

"I think I've probably been rejected four times over."

Vox said, then fell silent with a complicated expression.

"Karas is arguing with the Primarch about this—the new generation selected for the test flights are terrified; this could be their first, second, third… death."

"I died seven times."

Blake suddenly interrupted.

Hades also fell silent.

"All right……"

He says,

"Then let's slow down the acceleration a bit."

The sages' imaginations may have been too theoretical, or perhaps they genuinely believed the Death Guard's words about being "tough and resilient!"

He said this, pulled out a few sheets of paper from the pile, and immediately began drafting a document.

Among the pile of processed documents, the paper approving Kirkland's trip to Macado bears the joint seal of Hades and the Emperor.

Meanwhile, new information emerged: a report submitted by the sage Kirkland indicated that a new type of army was rapidly gathering in the Comoros—

That looks a lot like some kind of Seraphim-like Eldar.

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 666 - The End!

Pluto

"..."

来自克里格第121攻城团第13连第7排的列兵106-7323478-12-米德，沉默地盯着正在朝他们这队步兵大步走来的冥教传教士。

The missionary, who was laughing hysterically, was not there to preach.

On the contrary, they are merchants who roam among various astral armies, and are more likely to pull out erotic books than books of the Underworld.

Mead didn't want to speak. He and his comrades lay quietly in the Pluto space transfer station, awaiting orders from Terra.

Then the stargate on Pluto will open, sending them to the next battlefield.

In the past, the transit stations did not provide simple bedding, so he would squeeze in with his companions and fall asleep hastily.

But this time, the Mechanical Engineering Department provided them with mattresses labeled with numbers and barcodes, apparently because the efficiency of material transfer was much higher.

Terra is using a new system called "Nirvana," which Mead doesn't understand, but he'll gladly accept it if it allows bullets and supplies to reach the battlefield faster.

"Praise be to Hades! My dear brothers of the Legion of Death, look! I have the latest energy bars here—they're more filling than regular ones. Eat one, and you can go three days without food!"

The missionaries finally reached Mead's side. These cult missionaries would sell supplies tailored to the specific characteristics of each Astral Army.

The missionary certificates they obtained would allow them unimpeded access to various legions.

After all, the Underworld Cult is the organization with the strictest defenses against Chaos. The fact that the big shots are not worried about these rats roaming around the legions spreading Chaos ideas may simply be because these Underworld Cult members have been well-connected.

Merchant fleets and the Cult of Mechanics sometimes resented these meddlesome guys stealing their business, but their voices gradually faded away.

Perhaps they also got a share of the profits, or perhaps they were simply driven away.

The captain next to Mead stood up. They would buy things more or less. The missionaries of the Underworld would sometimes provide extremely useful war supplies. As the squad's second-in-command, Mead immediately stood up as well.

The red-haired woman smiled, snapped her fingers, and the anti-gravity transport box behind her opened, revealing the supplies inside. Mead noticed that many seats inside were already empty.

"By Hades, what would you like?"

The missionary naturally asked, "When dealing with Krieg, don't expect him to speak first."

"...By Hades." *2

When dealing with the cult of Hades, this is a must-say phrase. They don't require you to praise Hades, but you must mention him; it's a strange custom.

"Energy bar, black stone necklace, No. 684 engine oil."

Ran, the leader of Krieg's squad, said, staring down at the supply boxes.

"Five complete large animal hides and three skulls of medium-level psionic beings, in exchange."

As the captain spoke, Mead rummaged through their squad's packs and pulled out their spoils from the previous war—Krieg wouldn't normally keep these things, but they later discovered that the Underworld Church collected them.

The red-haired missionary whistled.

"Good stuff. There are some holes in the leather, but it doesn't matter."

"So, four boxes of energy bars, twelve bars per box. We're out of No. 684 engine oil. The Mechanical Cult thinks it's too blasphemous to the machine spirit. No. 713 is in circulation now, but it has a wider range of applications."

The missionary bent down, pulled out a small bottle of engine oil, tossed it to the captain, then unscrewed the bottle and examined it carefully for a while.

“Yes,” he said, “and the Black Stone Necklace.”

"By Hades!"

The missionary of the Church of the Dead laughed.

"There's no need for those little gadgets, my friend. This time, every army will be equipped with the same gear. You see?"

She raised her head, gesturing for them to look at the officers negotiating in the distance. Krieg, who was directing the men in his company and the political commissar, was talking to a cult bishop who looked even more disheveled. Beside the bishop was a man in a red robe, an oil-wearing fellow.

The woman clicked her tongue.

“Krieg is a key target. The higher-ups plan to assign a permanent squad of Soulless to each of your two siege regiments—don’t get too excited yet, this squad of Soulless is full of greenhorns.”

A soulless being?

Both Kriegs were puzzled.

Soulless individuals are generally assigned first to the Death Guard and its sub-corps, then to the Hades auxiliary forces, followed by various armies within the Cult of the Dead, the Mechanicus, or emergency response commandos.

"Incomprehensible."

Ran said that this made the woman burst into laughter again, and she made a neck-scratching gesture.

"You've been selected to become a key assault team,"

She winked mischievously, her cloudy eyes reflecting a face wearing a gas mask.

"There aren't enough Death Guards and Wraiths,"

She lowered her voice and said quickly,

"Therefore, some legions and astral forces with strong will, loyalty and not easily corrupted were selected—issued with anti-phantom devices and instructors, you are going to another world, another universe."

"I heard that the army was personally selected by the Pale Lord. You know, he is the only Primarch who has returned to the Empire."

"..."

The missionary of the Church of the Underworld looked at the Krieg soldiers standing dumbly in front of her, seemingly not understanding what she was saying, but she didn't care. That was always how she communicated with the Kriegs.

She bent down, took out all the supplies her friend wanted, and stuffed them into Krieg's arms.

"Being able to step onto the battlefield again is enough; we must march toward death."

Captain Krieg said this, holding a full load of supplies. He turned his head and gestured for Mead to hand over the exchange supplies.

The woman whistled again.

"Good stuff, but I can't give you any more supplies. Others are waiting for them—and I don't think you need me to give you erotic magazines or cigarettes?"

They both shook their heads.

"Alright, Hades above, let me see what else I can give you. I don't want to be called a swindler."

She pulled out a gas mask.

"I got this from a sage's apprentice, a little fellow under the High Sage Kirkland. He said this gas mask can self-repair. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

Captain Ran remained silent for a moment.

"let me try."

He said that when he took off his mask, the woman opposite him opened her eyes wide and saw a rather handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed young man—he looked perhaps not even an adult, with the naivety unique to youth.

"A waste of natural resources."

The woman smiled and handed the mask to Krieg, watching him try it on with complete focus.

"How about this, I'll give you another kiss."

The woman stepped aside and moved with incredible speed toward the Krieg soldier—

"Old woman! Get away from my soldiers!!!"

Commissar Ilan stormed over, brandishing his explosive pistol. The woman had no choice but to give up, smiling as she watched the commissar run towards her, and putting a hand on the bewildered Krieg's shoulder.

"Let it go! Let it go!"

The political commissar shouted, and the woman reluctantly let go of her hand on Krieg's shoulder. The two Kriegs did not understand their behavior, but simply saluted the political commissar.