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

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Mortarian, walking across the field, silently rolled his eyes, utterly speechless at those words.

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Seeing that he remained silent, Hades, who was in a rather pleasant mood, didn't take it seriously. He casually plucked a blade of grass from the edge of the field and began to play with it.

As the breeze blew through Barbarossa, Hades felt a surge of joy.

He had just finished a somewhat embarrassing meeting in the Forging World—a high-level Archsage had performed a 100-meter obstacle course in front of him just to shake his hand.

Hades deeply understood the Emperor's mindset. He realized why the Emperor had stopped increasing the "approachability" rating—once this value was no longer negative, people would rush up to try and meet him offline.

While this had its advantages—Hades hardly had to say a word, and the sages fervently pledged their obedience—

But Hades was not an emperor. When signing the contract, Hades still left some profit margin to allow the executive agency to operate smoothly.

But now...

They came to a statue of Hades, who casually took off a sack of grain, grabbed a handful, and gestured to Mortarion to ask if he wanted some. The Primarch refused this foolish gesture, so Hades ate on his own.

He squinted and looked into the distance. Beyond the boundless rice paddies, where vast fields met forests, there were small groups of people standing there.

"Hey, you big moth, you're scaring people away."

Hades said naturally, chewing the food in his mouth.

First of all, I am not called...that word.

Motari paused, seemingly thinking of a more powerful word.

Secondly, the Primarch said in a strange voice, "Have you realized that you've also done a little bit of work in scaring people away?"

Hades chews and chews for a moment.

Then keep chewing.

"Hmm...maybe a little."

He said that after all, he is now a super big guy, with a half-mechanical face, and in order to dispel the gruff guys, he has to keep a stern and intimidating expression for a long time... Hades's affability is also rapidly declining.

Hades was somewhat frustrated that he couldn't chat with the Barbarians.

He looked around. The Emperor was above, Death had transformed Barbalus into a near-perfect planet, and there were also Barbalus's rings, the Mint-forged satellites, the Storm Starfield...

Hades sighed inwardly.

If Barbaross had looked like this back then...

I'm so happy here, I don't even think about my horse!

Cough cough cough, no, it should be to express our highest respect to the people who built this place.

"Where is Karas?"

Hades asked,

【conscription.】

Motalian said, "He's been in a bad mood lately—so he went to drill the new recruits."

Hades gasped. Karas? Or was he in a bad mood? Drilling new recruits?

He was starting to worry about the new recruits, but after all, Karas had been doing this job for ten thousand years—so nothing should go wrong.

Hades could only silently pray for these unfortunate recruits.

"...Then I wish him all the best in his work."

Hades glanced at the crowd in the distance again. Sigh, that guy using binoculars to observe him and the Primarch was going too far.

Hades glanced at Mortarion again, enjoying a rare moment of free time—the two of them were about to engage in a fierce battle against the Void Dragon, and before that, Hades and Mortarion had been wandering aimlessly along the ridges of the fields in Barbaros like two idle street urchins without proper jobs.

Hades was naturally willing to wander around Barbarus more, but he didn't want to disturb the normal lives of the residents, so he didn't choose a town, but instead chose to stroll through the sparsely populated fields.

The Primarch had nothing to say about this; in fact, Mortarion maintained a necessary silence on everything unless things became so foolish that he had to speak up.

The rice paddies stretched flat to the horizon, and the sun shone brightly, casting a beautiful glow on Hades' face.

"Sit down for a while?"

The Primarch didn't speak, but nodded. The two of them found a scenic spot with rocks and sat down.

Hades admired the scenery for a while—he felt a little out of place—everything was too boring! Hades, who had just crawled out of the hell of paperwork, suddenly had a bad feeling.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on it, perhaps because he hadn't approved any documents for six hours and seventeen minutes. Hades' hand was about to touch the command board when he used his strong willpower to restrain his instinct to work.

They were bored for a while. Hades would occasionally rub the soil with his feet or pluck a blade of grass with his hands and tie it into a few knots.

Just before Hades was about to destroy all the weeds around him, Mortarian spoke up.

[...call Tarachin.]

As the Primarch said this, he unusually removed his hood, his hazy eyes gazing in the direction of the wind.

"Should we call Tarasin to join us for the dragon slaying later?"

Hades asked, and the Primarch nodded.

I did indeed work with Angron to subdue the dragon... but you...

Mortarian glanced at Hades and sensed something was wrong. The numerical order in numerology was out of order, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

It might be related to the upcoming battle against the Void Dragons, just like the last time we fought the dragons... the Primarch thought.

You need Tarachin.

Mortarian said, "I'm not as arrogant as the Lord of Man; it would be best to call another expert."

Hades thought for a moment, since the Primarch had agreed,

"Okay, it'll probably be happy to come and help."

Hades paused, then straightened up.

"How did you fight back then?"

"Just fight like that," Mortarion shrugged. "Actually, I overthought it... That Stargod fragment... only has its basic instincts left, very few offensive options—plus, I had Angron's help back then."

Angron… Hades thought back to the days when Angron fought the Nightbringer with him on the Star God Shard, and later fought the Void Dragon Shard with Mortarion. He was quite an expert.

I just don't know how Angron is doing now.

Hades was not worried about the upcoming battle; he and Mortarion were both strong enough.

Hit it and it's over.

Not to mention Tarachin.

The only question now is, after defeating the Nether Dragon, will Hades try to devour it? Or will it be turned into an accessory like the Burner? They can't just go and fight the Nether Dragon for no reason.

"You," Mortarion looked at Hades, his voice deep, "you could try practicing with the Void Dragon... that alien said you're not yet familiar with the Celestials' abilities?"

Hades gave an awkward laugh.

"A little, but not much—"

He received a message on his communication channel.

Hades glanced at it briefly. Oh, Belisarius applied to leave the Terra star system... His reason for applying was to find his mortal enemy, the old Chinese medicine doctor Fabius.

Without even thinking about it, I approved it immediately.

Hades knew that the reason given for the application was 100% a lie, and Belisarius naturally went to respond to the man with the highest priority in his program.

As for the old Chinese medicine doctor, Hades blinked. Since his return, those who had thrown themselves into chaos had become quieter than ever.

Hades also ordered a special army to hunt down these chaotic things, but progress is still slow.

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What did you feel?

A pure humanoid combat machine stands beneath the golden throne, a pure aesthetic of violence, created by the author from Kirkland, who has broken the rules without permission.

But the sage may not know whose personality code is running in the Nirvana System simulated personality he copied.

+……+

A golden light flashed in the eyes of the Lord of Humanity. He realized that the Chaos beings in the Sea of ​​Chaos were making some rather large movements.

The most insane of chaos is starting to stir again—no—no—He's gone too far…

No…it wouldn’t have been this serious originally—but—but—Macado…

On Makado's side... the chaotic energy is unstable!

What is He going to do?

What are they going to do?

The Lord of Humanity wanted to withdraw, but a bird's cry from within the Sea of ​​Chaos stopped him.

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Mortarion slowly shut down the communication with the Lord of Mankind.

He had already received a warning of danger, but danger could strike at any moment, and the Lord of Humanity could not say anything about it; ignoring it would be futile.

Primarch stood diagonally in front of the Mint Burrow, with Hades and Tarasin standing beside him, eager to try their luck.

"Let's go... I'll lead the way."

Primitive theory.

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Forcing Hades to send troops...

Macado sat atop gold and blood, his eyes closed in deep thought. Could the Eldar's counterattack force that coward out of the way? How could he add fuel to the fire?

He needs Hades to take the initiative... Even if he's not as decisive as the Lord of Man, if he were as ruthless as Mortarion... that would be enough.

Thinking of this, Makado chuckled and felt a little annoyed. Hades was pursuing a completely non-existent way of waging war, which was to use cannons to wash away ants—once the absolute advantage was gone, Hades immediately became cautious.

Unless there are sufficient benefits, Hades will not be willing to take the initiative to attack before the situation is clear.

A difficult guy.

Macardo tapped the armrest of his seat, pondering—with a certain arrogance.

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play.

Laughing.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

His red tongue licked his fine, sharp teeth. It was time to give them a little stimulation. He had been lying on this bed of pleasure for too long—so long that they looked down on him, ignored him, and smugly and arrogantly stole his authority as if no one else was there.

...Only Hades would occasionally think of Him, and the Dark Prince would sometimes feel that faint sense of powerlessness coming from Hades' thoughts...He knew, of course, that Hades would remember Him, and remember Him forever.

He chuckled softly.

It's time to teach them a lesson—so that they realize their arrogance and mistakes.

Of course He can do that. He does as He pleases. He is free. Come on, come on, He has long been unhappy with the "fifth party".

But only now... can He use this opportunity to teach Him a lesson.

His ancient colleagues certainly knew what to do.

All He had to do was follow His heart and reveal His desires.

He only plays big games.

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【Endurance】

Morag, the current chapter leader of the Deathguard, was organizing documents when there was a knock on his office door. It was Hades' Son, the guard who was there to relieve him of his shift—the one in charge of looking after Aisha.

"Please come in."

Morag was somewhat surprised to see Black the Dark Prince walk in. As the commander of the Death Guard, Morag was of course familiar with the rising star of the Dark Prince Chapter.

"you?"

Morag quickly rummaged through the pile of documents and found the list.