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

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"Using the energy torrents of the past and future to create new stars—if it gets out of control, the breath of the gods will utterly destroy the galaxy."

Hades was silent for a moment. In his memory, the Breath of the Gods was indeed like this. A mechanical sage was determined to use the Breath of the Gods to resurrect the Void Dragon under Mars. He forcibly bypassed the anti-idiot button of the space necromancer and activated the device.

Then the galaxy was about to be destroyed, and finally the sages found a way to destroy that star field, burying the device completely in the annihilated star field.

That's just how the world is, Hades thought. He's running his business here, and who knows what might happen out of nowhere that could wipe out the entire galaxy.

What's even more frustrating is that the probability of this happening is not low.

"That's unnecessary. Stars aren't everywhere."

Hades said that the Extinction of the Gods was built under the condition that the Necromancers of the cosmos were making large-scale offerings to the Star Gods, and now he was just a half-baked Star God, plus the Empire's stars were everywhere, and at the very least there were the people in the Warp.

"Are you really going to keep eating?"

Taracin suddenly leaned closer again, "My advice is to stay in this low-power state and don't keep transforming. Transforming too much is bad for your health."

Hades scratched his head.

"I'd like to too, but sometimes you need to go and beat someone up—my good buddy is going to take on Chaos recently, so I have to go and help him out."

Tarachin glanced at Hades with his emerald green eyes.

"I think you're the one who wants to fight."

The King of Figurines pointed this out sharply, and Hades laughed awkwardly twice.

"It's not like... I have a good knife in my hand, and I'd feel bad if I didn't use it to stab someone."

"All you need to do is teach me how to eat stars, you figurine king."

Tarasin shrugged. "How am I supposed to teach you this? I've only ever seen con artists eat Star God fragments."

The figure king raised his hand and made a gesture as if he were eating meat.

"That's how it ate it."

Hades imitated it, "Huh?"

He asked, "Do I have to run up to a star and eat it with my hands?"

Tarasin shrugged.

"I can't help you with anything else—you've even touched the dirt on my head, Hades. When will you pay your debts?"

“And…” Taracin glanced thoughtfully out the porthole, “What are you trying to do by invoking the deep code?”

Hades glanced at Tarasin and asked in return,

What do you think I want to do?

"..."

"To replace the management rights of the Automaton Soul?"

“Perhaps we can go even further,” Hades said honestly. He was caught on his first attempt, so it seemed he couldn’t proceed rashly.

Do you think we can take this a step further?

Hades asked slowly, "Perhaps we lack a mentor."

Taracin's footsteps echoed in the room, and the Figurine King fell silent, not uttering a word for the first time.

Those who fear death are long gone.

Tarasin was overcome with grief. Reality and logic told it that its own kind were already empty shells, but it still couldn't accept this fact: a large-scale command by a foreign race...?

No...it shouldn't be like this.

But the foreseeable prospects are also enticing enough.

The necromantic being was transformed by the Star God, a being with knowledge of the Star God that could be cooperated with. Tarachin believed that Hades could offer enough to satisfy it...

It itself remains a captive beast, and either the Silent King or the Storm King is capable of destroying it. Even if it disobeys their orders, the Emperors are able to tear it to pieces.

...Can it lead those who fear death?

But this is still...blasphemy...absurdity.

"I need to confirm this further."

Taracin suddenly spoke up, "Before I agree to this, I want to confirm one thing, and see another person."

Who do you want to see?

Hades shrugged.

"Mortarion."

Tarachin said, decisively ignoring Hades's wide-eyed stare, "I had a little interaction with him before, and I hope he can be grateful."

It needs to confirm one thing: whether the space necromancers can revert to being fearful of death.

Should it still hold onto a last hope for its own kind?

"Sure, but why didn't you contact him before?"

Hades asked casually and began calling Mortarion.

Uh... there was no response.

Hades was not surprised; Mortarian often went on passive strikes.

“I’m afraid he’ll chase me down and hack me to pieces,” Tarasin said, reaching into his dimensional labyrinth and rummaging around inside.

"Remember, if he attacks me later, you'll have to stop him, Hades—I've done you a favor."

Hades paused for a moment.

"That's possible, but later? That might not work, I can't get in touch with him."

“Heh,” the space necromancer sneered, “I don’t need you, I’ll do it myself.”

From its labyrinth, Tarasim pulled out a struggling little Death Guard, which struggled fiercely in Tarasim's hands, letting out soft screams.

"Call!"

Tarazin nudged the little Death Guard.

"Scream! Find your master, Mortalian! Scream!!!"

"What is this?!?!"

The next moment, Hades' high-decibel scream pierced through the entire ship, far louder and more effective than the scream of the little Death Guard.

………………

Karas looked up and saw that Mortarian had an expression that suggested he wanted to indiscriminately kill people.

Yay! That's all! Goodnight!

Chapter 639 Mortarian Solo Kills Tarasin

"Wait, what's that?!"

Hades' eyes widened as he saw the unbelievable being, a tiny, chibi-style figure struggling in Tarasin's grasp—a being that shouldn't exist in this world.

Hades, a chess enthusiast, did indeed have a moment of mental blankness, his instincts acting before reason, and as an extension of his perception, the Black Domain probed ahead of him.

The small Death Guardian let out an even sharper cry this time, desperately pounding on Tarasin's hand, actually managing to gain a sliver of hope for its escape!

clang!

Little Sishou landed and ran across the floor with extremely sharp speed.

"Wait!" Tarasin shouted, "Put away your big black tongue from the warp! You've scared my little treasure!!!"

"What?!"

Hades thought the matter of Tarasin could be put aside for the time being, as his full attention was drawn to the small fortress, something no pawn party would refuse—although the proportions were a bit off, the details were incredibly rich, not to mention it was alive.

That's the aura of Mortarion—by the Emperor, how could the Pale Lord possess something like this?

He wants to play.

? !

Could it be... Nagori Spirit?!

Mo—Motaling?!

Hades remained in shock as he watched the little guy about to crawl into the cables of a bunch of equipment.

"Hey! Hey! Don't go in! It's dangerous!"

Hades decided to act out of a helpful spirit, and certainly not because he wanted to catch a little Mortal.

However, his words clearly frightened Motalin even more, and the little guy waved his short legs and tried his best to squeeze into the corner.

Tarasin began putting on his protective gear, while Hades stood up, walked to the location of the Mortal, squatted down, and tried to fish the Mortal out of the device with his hands.

A scream came from behind the tangled pile of cables. Hades assumed it was Mortal's normal voice, not one that had been frightened.

To avoid further traumatizing these little creatures, Hades deliberately refrained from using liquid metal and instead simply rolled out the Mortal Spirits.

He tried to reach in and out, and several times he felt the armor of the Deathguard brush against his fingertips. The texture was like the material commonly used by Deathguard MK3 armor, but it was a little slippery, as if it were covered with a layer of dead moss.

The equipment was piled up too deep, and Mortal was hiding too far inside, so Hades had to keep reaching in, his face pressed against the gap between the equipment. He heard the sound of swords cutting through the air behind him, as well as screams, but nothing could stop Hades' determination to touch the little one and hold on to the death today.

Finally, Hades felt a huge shadow loom over him.

The little guardian at his fingertips escaped again, squeaking and squeaking as it ran out. Hades' gaze lingered on Mortal.

He saw it emerge from the shadow of the cable, its short legs running and running and running into the white mist—the cloak trailing to the ground in the mist. Hades looked up, his gaze rising, and saw a death stare fixed upon him.

Ah, it's Mortarion.

【What are you doing?】

Death said that Hades saw his cloak move at his shoulder, and the Mortar spirit appeared on Death's shoulder.

"Rescue the little one imprisoned by the alien..."

Hades ka ka,

"Little...uh...little Mortal?"

【…】

Mortarian looked away, unable to bear it any longer. Death shook his head, as if to say there was no hope.

Hades vaguely heard a Barbarus curse, but it was probably just a hallucination. Death turned around and naturally sat down opposite Tarachin.

The Space Necromancer's body is now one-third damaged, as if it had been cleaved by a giant scythe, with cables and chip fragments exposed. Tarasin slumped in a chair.

Mortarian sat in Hades's former chair, his calm, serene eyes fixed on the cosmic undead, completely ignoring Hades's question about what the Little Death Guardian was. The Grim Reaper spoke...

"Long time no see," he nodded slightly, "Tarasin the Endless."

Forgive my rudeness in our previous meeting; it seems this has led to communication difficulties between us over the past ten thousand years.

Motari paused for a moment, then casually reached out and touched the little Death Guard on his shoulder.

It's great to see you again.

"Does Your Excellency find this meeting polite?"

With a hissing sound, Tarasin slumped in his chair and said, "It seems you've held a grudge against me for a long time."

This is merely a return gift to you.

Motalian said, "After all, your method of contact this time was rather impolite."

"It's an emergency, please understand."

The door was pushed open, and the original figure opposite it was completely lifeless. The new Talazin walked in and looked at Mortarion unharmed.

Hades, realizing there might be something going on between them, had already prepared a new chair, chosen a suitable viewing spot, and poured himself a drink.

Mortarian and Talasi also ignored Hades, and tensions between the two were running high.

Tarasin pressed down on the head of his scepter, the mangled body on the chair vanished, and the Endless One gracefully sat down, staring at the Primarch.

"But it seems we can still talk?"

Mortarian closed his eyes, then opened them again.