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

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The Primarch swallowed hard, grateful for his constitution that had prevented him from being corrupted by Slaanesh.

Hades gradually got used to the various reactions of psykers to him. Or rather, among humans, those who didn't vomit in front of Hades during the expulsion of the Death Guard's contamination were among the very few.

Hades also realized once again how unpopular he was.

Hades glanced at Typhon, who hadn't vomited yet, and was touched—his brother was still the most reliable.

To Hades' surprise, unlike Karas's weak soul ten thousand years ago, Typhon's soul strength could now be described as top-tier (T1), with a powerful flame burning fiercely, as if it had found new fuel.

After confirming that Karas's soul was not susceptible to corruption, Hades let it go.

Everyone has their own little secrets.

As Slaanesh's pinkish-purple aura faded, Hades felt a slight unease, realizing he was quite familiar with Slaanesh's psychic powers.

"All right."

Hades said, looking at Typhon, who was lying on the bed, barely alive and foaming at the mouth.

"...Just wash your face and the scales will come off."

Hades added some medical advice, patiently waiting for Typhon to come to his senses before asking him what Typhon was actually cursing about.

The footsteps had already stopped at the door, and Hades spoke directly.

"Go in, Buz."

"Report."

Hades cautiously entered. He felt Booz's gaze quickly sweep over the Primarch and Karas, but ultimately Booz stood behind him without looking directly at him.

Hades noticed Mortarion's gaze curiously sweeping towards Booz, and Booz seemed to sense the Primarch's gaze as well, so he simply stood in a blind spot behind Hades.

Seeing that Karas hadn't recovered yet, Hades asked the two patients whether they needed to rest. Since the Primarch didn't respond and Karas couldn't speak, Hades went directly to ask Booz about work in the ward.

The goal is to get these two working.

At first, Hades' voice was somewhat hurried, but his first question wasn't about the current situation; he first asked how Hades was doing.

Hades gave a bleak laugh. After eating a bunch of inexplicable things, the rest... were alright?

At least I'm not hungry now.

He was still unwilling, both rationally and emotionally, to recall the scenes and details of that time, but Hades knew he would have to face it sooner or later, and he couldn't let his avoidance create hidden dangers—

His biggest regret now is not having succeeded in killing Slaanesh, or Elsa—or they both deserve to die.

Still not enough strength...

Hades thought to himself, "This is too sudden."

But he still refused to recall the details; Hades did not want to conjure up the overly perverse image of Slaanesh in his mind.

They chatted briefly. Buz brought some Terra supplies directly, which wasn't necessary, as Barbarus was wealthy enough. But since they were here, there was no need to send them back.

"And one more thing,"

Booz suddenly looked serious. He glanced hesitantly at the Primarch and Typhon, who seemed to be struggling to regain his ability to curse, unsure whether to speak or not.

"Is it serious?"

Hades asked,

"important--"

Booth said he sensed the atmosphere; the message he brought was so significant that the current atmosphere might not be appropriate.

"But perhaps you don't need to make a decision immediately."

Hades stared silently at Buz, who looked back at him and blinked.

...It seems to be the kind of thing that requires careful consideration.

Thinking of this, Hades sighed. He recalled the Endurance, its spine broken, and the overflowing medical bays in the Barbarus sector, even though the storms in the warp were much less intense—

But Hades was still resentful.

He was still hesitant about Makado's proposal to attack Slaanesh, but Slaanesh attacked on his own??

???

You don't seek out Salamanca, yet Salamanca comes to you on its own, right?

Hades realized that these Chaos beings had to be fought.

Contrary to his impression, the Chaos beings are now more fearless and shameless—perhaps this is what the Emperor must confront when he overturns the table.

Preparations...more preparations are needed...Hades took a deep breath, feeling utterly confused. This time, he had acted rashly; he had never considered the possibility of Chaos directly jumping into the physical world to invite trouble.

From now on, at least one of him and Mortarion must be able to be contacted by the Death Guard or the Empire at any time.

Small flashes of lightning lit up his body, and Hades paused, beginning to calm himself.

He paused for a moment and decided to finish what was in front of him first.

Anyway, everything is settled for now... Hades thought, it's still more convenient to rely on Barbarus.

After the war, the Barbarus star system quickly dispatched a fleet of tow ships to provide assistance.

Hades glanced at Karas and concluded that Karas had recovered and was now feigning death.

Because Karas was cursing and hadn't heard the recording Hades was playing, Hades switched it back and started playing it again.

Hades wasn't worried about Booz hearing it; in fact, almost all the Death Guards heard it, and given Booz's intelligence-gathering abilities, he probably knew everything.

Karas's voice erupted, cursing Lucius and the demonic calamity.

"In front of you..."

Hades paused for a moment, then said, "Well said."

That's ruthless, absolutely ruthless, Hades thought, he'll curse like that next time too.

[...The rhetoric is brilliant.]

Even Mortarian, who was lying dead on the bed, managed to crack a joke, while Karas remained silent and continued to play dead.

"But what the hell is going to happen next???"

Hades asked, pressing the play button.

"You think you'd be favored by Hades?! I swear as Hades's best friend! Hades can watch Nurgle get hard—but he won't do it to you! You're more repulsive to him than Nurgle!"

? ? ? ?

? ? ? ? ?

Hades was incredulous, horrified, and utterly horrified—why would he hear such words from Karas's mouth?

Just how much does this guy hate him?

Old people, subway, mobile phone.

Moreover—Karas was not the gloomy fellow Hades had imagined; he seemed to have an extremely rich inner life.

Typhon, lying on the bed, ignored Hades, and the room fell silent for the time being.

【laugh.】

A soft laugh escaped from Mortarian's bed.

? !

"You laughed, didn't you?! Old Mo??? You definitely just laughed, didn't you?!?"

Hades suddenly looked at Mortarian.

"You just laughed, didn't you—"

【…】

【……No.】

Mortarian spoke with righteous indignation, his tone so detached that Hades almost believed him.

Hades' head exploded with a well mark.

Over the past ten thousand years, Motalian may not have learned much else, but he has become increasingly adept at the shrewdness of a politician and at lying.

However, the recording continued to play, and amidst the noisy background sounds, there was a faint "waaagh!" sound.

"I'm someone who survived Nurgle's curse—even if I really had to choose, it would be Nurgle! After all, he's the false god that Hades so desperately wanted!"

【…】

[Hehe—cough cough cough!!!]

The Primarch could no longer bear it; he burst into a startling laugh. The tuberculosis-ridden fellow coughed loudly, and Hades sincerely hoped that Mortarion would simply pass out.

I'm dying of laughter.

Hades's lips twitched; he was heartbroken.

"You didn't get a chance to insult me, did you? Just because you didn't get a chance to insult me ​​doesn't mean you can watch this commotion!"

[Cough cough cough cough! -- No,]

The Primarch's voice suddenly fell silent.

I wasn't joking; I was genuinely happy—it turns out Callas always thought that way.

"Remembering something funny, huh?"

Hades swore that if it weren't for their patients, he would have smashed them with a mountain of force. In fact, Booz was now pulling Hades's shoulder, as if to say, "Boss, forget it."

"And you!"

Hades abruptly turned his head and stared at Karas.

"So you're going to curse like that, huh!"

He was so angry he was speechless for a moment. Callas was attacking indiscriminately, not only cursing Slaanesh, but also Hades, and even including himself in the insults.

"You—you—you—you—how could you curse like that?!"

Hades glared angrily at Karas, who, having recovered from the pain of the Dark Realm, strained to raise his head and stare back at Hades.

His eyes held five parts contempt, three parts contempt, and two parts contempt.

"how?"

Callas retorted, straining his neck to ask,

"So, you're going to kill me?"

Hades was so angry he almost fainted; he made a gesture of rolling up his sleeves.

"I'll do it right away—"

Fortunately, his son, Buz, was very understanding. He quickly stepped forward and stood between the two sides, scattering things like they were free, acting as a good peacemaker.

Hades would say one thing and Karas would retort with another, which eventually turned into a trash-talking match. If it weren't for the huge difference in their physical strength and the fact that the two were both sick, they probably would have started a fight. Hades believed that one elbow strike from him could make Karas admit defeat and cure his crooked nose, while Karas believed that he could accurately spit phlegm into Hades' mouth and make him eat something good.

Between Booz's repeated "I've calculated, I've calculated, I've calculated," the Primarch began to laugh again, as if coughing.

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 654 Hiccupy's Cards

"Oh dear—never mind, never mind, never mind—please calm down, sir."

Booz was busy. As he spoke, he pretended to stop Hades, but Hades was probably just putting on a show and bluffing.

After all, Pluto can't really treat a sick person.

Hades is now regretting not trying to reason with Karas more before his strength increased significantly; now, the difference in their fighting abilities is too great.

Even so, Karas showed no respect whatsoever; the elder brother's gaze was entirely...

"What? You killed me?"

At the same time, he had an extremely disdainful expression.

Hades had never seen such a provocative expression before. He even suspected that Typhon had trained specifically for this, or that Karas had treated the junior Death Guards like this every day.

It doesn't matter anymore. Hades put on a fierce expression—making this expression requires grimacing and a slight twitch at the corner of the mouth.