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

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Obi-Long shook his head.

"No answer—doomed to failure—and what are you anyway?"

"Humanity,"

Hades said, "Don't listen to Tarasin's nonsense. I am one hundred percent human, but I like to gnaw on fragments of the Star Gods and, incidentally, seize their skills and knowledge."

Obi-Dragon remained silent, glancing at Tara-Sin.

"The Star God has always had a penchant for lying."

Obi-Long said, "I think all those who fear death will never forget the price paid for the lies of that year, Tara-Shin the Endless."

Taracin wasn't annoyed by the offense; instead, it stared intently at Obi-Long.

“Then you don’t have to choose. I believe in my path. I’ve changed my mind—I’ve always respected those who still have feelings and fear the dead. I don’t want to force you… but I think there’s only one path left for you, Obi-Long.”

Tarasin reached out and checked the unconscious Zandreik again with the detector.

"It cannot withstand another death. If it dies, it will completely lose its original personality data and be replaced by a low-level automaton soul."

Obi-Long once again exuded an aura of extreme despair.

"bring it on,"

Wang Wei said

“Come on, come on, I was once persuaded to betray the Lord—I once believed I would never betray him.”

“You did not betray it,”

Tarachin urged, gesturing for Hades to hurry up and go.

“I sensed your loyalty and sense of responsibility towards him… You are a good warrior, Obi-Long.”

Yay, it's gone!

Good luck on the college entrance exam!

Chapter 662 Tarachin! Victory!!!

"If you feel unwell... you can temporarily shut down your senses."

The wind howled, and Tarasin tugged at his remaining cloak, silently adding a sentence.

Beside it was Obi-Dragon, his hands gripping the ground, eager to pounce on Hades and fight him to the death.

Upon hearing the words of the Endless One, Obi-Long trembled violently.

"Thanks, but no need..."

It said that the light in its eyes was even brighter.

Opposite Obi-Long, who was half-dead and crouching on the ground, was Hades, who was trying to protect the Zandreik database.

As the Star God's skill was released, black mist and silvery-white liquid overflowed together, like some kind of living medium. They seeped into the body of the Space Necromancer through the broken parts of the Crowned One's shell, carefully clinging to the cables, climbing on them, exploring and repairing Zandrek's thought circuits.

After an unknown amount of time, the black mist finally dissipated, revealing Hades's furrowed brows.

"All is well for now,"

Hades paused, glancing at the two undead space creatures observing.

"But the wear and tear is severe; the runes on the thought circuits are very blurry. I've repaired the most basic parts, but the parts related to personality..."

“Every Necromancer is completely different in this respect. I haven’t seen Zandrek’s original rune array, so I can’t repair it, but I have put more stringent protection on its personality array. To be honest, its personality array is quite… well, perhaps more complex?”

Hades has only ever seen one humanoid formation surpass Zandrek's—Tarasin, the street hustler squatting in front of him, whose recent battle had exhausted even the Endless One.

Hades even suspected that Tarasim's array of personalities was still being updated, but Tarasim did not allow him to examine it further.

"but,"

Hades bypassed Zandreuk and walked thoughtfully to Obi-Long's side. The elder brother's half-body was still crackling with lightning. Hades had just offered to repair the royal guards, but was refused. Obi-Long told him to save the crowned one first.

Obi-Long instinctively felt tense. Hades was smaller than the other Star God fragments, but still larger than the largest Space Necromancer, and its shadow enveloped it.

"I would suggest that the crowned one reduce the use of multiple mind arrays—to put it simply, it should no longer command large-scale battlefields. Even if the circuits of the space superpower are more advanced, its size is still a factor. Large-scale wars can easily overheat its underlying circuits, thereby accelerating the wear and tear on its upper personality."

Hades spread his hands.

“I know you don’t trust the Star Gods or humans—but I’ll swear on Tarasin’s reputation, I just can’t stand you jumping around like this.”

"What a shameless person!"

Taracin cursed, but Hades decisively ignored it. Drops of liquid metal floated up, and Hades simply sculpted Obi-Dragon's lower body.

Obi-Long remained silent. The space necromancer seemed unwilling to communicate with the being it considered a star god. Obi-Long stumbled to its feet, still glaring fiercely at Hades.

It nodded slightly to Hades, then limped immediately toward the crowned man.

Hades then looked at Tarasin, his eyes asking a question.

The Endless One remained silent for a moment, then shook his head and quickly went to check on Zandrek with Wang Wei.

By the Silent King, it had never encountered such a capable general. Compared to Zandrek, the other crowned ones were nothing but pigs.

"You guys go back first."

Tarasin said,

"We'll discuss the next steps after the person wearing the crown wakes up."

"..."

Obi-Wan silently picked up Zandrek and saluted the Endless One.

"Thank you for your understanding, Lord Endless."

Obi-Long said hesitantly,

“I cannot make the decision, but I think the Crowned One will understand you—and I understand what you want to do, and I will try to persuade you.”

"I am also saddened by this,"

Taracin took over the conversation,

"For the cowardly dead in the position of the crowned one... there are indeed many things that are beyond an individual's control."

Unlike Talathin, who was in the Storm King's dynasty, Zandreik was in the position of the Crowned One, and therefore had to prove himself with victory after victory. Once he failed... the Crowned One in a high position would immediately fall into hell.

This was originally a custom of the death-fearing nobles, who could only live to be around twenty or thirty years old, and forty years old was considered a long life. Therefore, there were indeed generals among them who never suffered a defeat in their entire lives.

At the same time, the competition is fierce, because for many who fear death, the opportunity is only once.

After becoming a space necromancer... everything went awry.

Taracin thought to himself, nodded to Obi-Long, and Wang Wei, being very clear-headed, left Taracin two fragments of their Star God.

"but!"

Tarachin suddenly raised his voice,

"Obiron, I mean, Obiron, what do you think about abandoning your identity and responsibilities?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Obi-Long was taken aback. It looked at Tara-Sin, who stood atop a mountain of countless undead corpses. The Endless One suddenly spread its arms, and the gale made its tattered cloak flutter loudly.

"all of these!"

Taracin said that beyond Taracin's ray-blackened shell, Obi-Long saw the ant-like, densely packed army of space undead that had retreated under his and Taracin's command.

Obi-Long laughed.

"Me? I never think about these things—"

"It's so painful."

It bowed again, and somewhat dejectedly led the old general away.

Hades and Tarasim watched Zandrek's army retreat, until the last of the old general's soldiers disappeared—

"got it."

Hades suddenly spoke, startling Tarasin beside him.

"What?! What did you get?!"

“Zandrek’s access key, the Crowned One’s rank in the Sotek Dynasty is not low—you could even say it’s second only to the Storm King?”

"There are also several crowned officials and civil servants of the same rank."

Tarasin added.

"But no, Hades, you didn't mean to ask me if I wanted their keys. Didn't I shake my head?"

"..."

Hades was greatly shocked.

"What I mean is, I already have them, and—don't you want their keys?"

Taracin paused, then immediately began to bluff.

“I intend to persuade them with reason. You see, I have already convinced them. Don’t underestimate the political art of the director of the Solemnas Art Museum.”

"what ever,"

Hades waved his hand.

"So you try to persuade them with the art of politics, I'll just use the key—"

He deliberately dragged out the sound.

"No! No, no, no!"

Tarasin quickly said,

"Let's help each other and share the resources."

"Sent to you."

Hades gave an OK sign, realizing that Tarachin was indeed somewhat unqualified as a leader; the Endless One was clearly too emotional and impulsive.

But... it is precisely because of the Endless One's emotions and impulses that it has been able to reach the point of allying with Hades.

There are pros and cons.

If Talathim is truly cold-blooded and rational enough, then he is a replica of the Silent King or the Storm King.

Hades watched as Tarasin continued to mobilize his large army of undead space soldiers in retreat, having captured a general. Tarasin seemed very excited and couldn't stop trying to communicate.

Hades, what do you think of Obi-Long?

"A loyal warrior, highly vigilant, and possessing exceptional combat skills,"

Hades commented,

"Several times its formations were already overloaded, and I think it also lost a lot of memory in this war, but it didn't show it at all."

"no!"

Tarasin slapped his thigh, making a crisp "thud!" sound.

"I was referring to something else—what do you think Obi-Long's last words meant?"

"..."

“I think it’s clear that all of this was too painful for it,”

Hades said, seemingly lost in thought,

"So it chose to be a loyal warrior—no, I don't mean to criticize it; in fact, this kind of thinking is not uncommon in human legions."

"This will make the soldiers more loyal, which is a good thing for the generals."

"Sometimes making decisions and thinking is more painful than fighting, because it means taking responsibility and accepting the punishment for a failed decision. Of course, sometimes thinking alone is painful enough..."

Hades' voice trailed off.

"Personally, I think Zandreuk seems to be unable to accept reality... which is why he gradually became half-mad. Even with wear and tear, there are still many obvious short circuits and breaks in his upper-level thought processes."

It was clear that it had been struggling for a while, until the faulty connection in the circuit formed a path that could strangely continue operating, and then it was 'normal' again.

Tarasin hissed.