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

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Mortarian said, "I hope he hasn't become completely absorbed in studying the High Heavens."

Hades blinked. “Guilliman learning psionic powers… I’m sorry, I still find it a bit unbelievable.”

"He must accept it," Mortarian said, "the later he accepts it, the more blood will flow."

"Ok."

Hades said, "Well... it's up to you."

He was standing there, the black stone floating beside Hades, and at Hades' feet was a black stone coffin the size of the original.

...Okay, it's not a coffin, it's just a fully enclosed black stone bed with a flip-top, the kind that's compatible with winged Primarchs.

"You really don't plan to go out?" Hades said. "Don't you want to see Old Man Huang?"

I will.

Motarian said, stretching.

But you already know everything.

The Primarch smiled and raised an eyebrow, as if he wanted to joke.

Now that you've arrived, the situation is much better—I think the Chaos are about to break down. Before they can unleash another warp storm, let's attack them directly.

That's true... It seems that if Old Man Huang wanted to, he could summon Luo Jia, Fernus, Vulcan, Wolf King, Guilliman, and Khan with a single word...

Why does he insist on targeting Hades?

Hades frowned. "Don't tease me. If the space necromancers come, they'll still have to kneel."

"Old Ma... there are also many suspicious points on Old Ma's side."

Hades said in a low voice, "I have a feeling it won't be that simple."

"On this point..." Mortarian said, "your efforts will pay off. I'm back, and I don't think the Emperor will hold out for long."

Mortarian stared at the ceiling with hazy eyes.

[The order, the rules of the subspace,] he said, [For 5, the first is 6...He will kill Slaanesh...]

I can sense that, but that's all... I think he'll tell you on his own.

Mortarian gave a sarcastic smile.

After all, you have gained His "trust".

Your matter is settled.

Motalian said with absolute certainty, "I need to rest."

"sleep!"

Hades sighed, “I won’t stop you—my conscience isn’t that black.”

So Mortarion lay down in the coffin—no, the bed—in a victorious pose, the Primarch closed his eyes contentedly, and soon, he was as peaceful as if he were dead.

Hades sighed, helped close the lid, put away the Dark Domain, and then opened the door, where he saw Karas staring at him.

"stop,"

Karas said he raised one hand to keep his distance from Hades.

"I refuse to reminisce with you, do not speak to me, do not call me by my full name, and get out of my sight as soon as possible. Hand over the handover to Vox. I am only responsible for handing over the Eldar God to you, and you are responsible for keeping her locked up and taking her out as a sacrifice later."

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Chapter 623 Waste and Devil

Hades opened his mouth, raised his hand in vain, only to see Karas leave him with a resolute departing figure.

He didn't even glance at the "coffin" containing Mortarian.

Hades withdrew his gaze and looked at the gauntlet. Karas had personally handed him the key to open the bottom cell of the Resilience. As for what was imprisoned down there... it was self-evident.

Mortarion just had a brief conversation with Hades about the Eldar. The Eldar are already fragmented, with the Death Guard having absorbed some of the Savage Eldar, the Ark Eldar, and the Jesters.

But then the clowns left without a trace, until they tried again to forcibly summon Mortarion.

Just like the abrupt attempt ten thousand years ago, the Death Army, led by Evelynn, proposed their cooperation, rushed into the garden to rescue Elsa, and then, with the help of Elsa and Sigucci, Eldar would do their best to assist the Death Army in killing Slaanesh.

Unsurprisingly, Mortarion was betrayed, and the final result was that the Death Guard imprisoned Aisha and slaughtered most of the Eldar.

According to Mortalian... it seems that things have also gotten a bit complicated for Sigucci, and the Death Army's current situation is not optimistic.

The defeat of the Death Army in the garden also meant that there was no force within the Eldar that could temporarily unite the race; these pointy-eared creatures were now nothing more than a disorganized mess.

Hades glanced at Mortalian's "bed," then summoned the Death Shrouds and decided to move Mortalian to a more comfortable place.

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Hades also decided to take the opportunity to visit the prison where the Eldar were being held and reinforce it as well.

Hades pondered, "Besides the white bean sprouts (Ark Eldar), the flower bean sprouts (Clown Troupe), and the wild bean sprouts (Wilderness World), there also exists a black bean sprout (Dark Eldar)..."

He recalled the shadow of the Dark Eldar that had appeared in the Ministry of the Interior. It seemed that, compared to other Eldar branches, the development of the Dark Eldar was not like what Hades remembered.

What happened on the side of the Dark Eldar?

Hades' thoughts began to wander. The stronghold of the Dark Eldar was in Comoros, deep within the Webpaths. Apart from the Dark Eldar themselves, it would be difficult for other races to pinpoint exactly where this dark and shimmering realm was on the map.

According to the annual reports of the Cult of the Dark, at least 12% to 21% of the Soulless Ones in the Empire go missing or die each year due to the plundering by the Dark Eldar. It seems that ever since Slaanesh’s debauchery ten thousand years ago, the Dark Eldar have had a particular fondness for the Soulless Ones.

Hades knew why they did it; it was a simple question, and the answer was himself… This disgusted and displeased Hades.

Since the birth of the Slaanesh, the soul of every Eldar who dies is threatened by the Slaanesh, who devour their souls, plunging them into eternal darkness and torment.

In order to deal with the threat posed by the Slaanesh, each Eldar race has developed its own different countermeasures.

The Ark Eldar use Soulstones to collect the souls of the deceased and embed them into the Ark's infinite circuits—the souls within can also provide energy or become some kind of machine soul.

The Savage Eldar also use Soulstones to store souls. The only difference between them and the Ark Eldar is that their Soulstones are placed within the Soul of the World.

The clown troupe was directly protected by the Spirit God Xigoqi, and their souls returned to Xigoqi after their deaths;

The Dark Eldar... they have neither Soulstones nor the protection of Eldar gods. Their souls are exposed to the desires of Slaanesh, and their solution to this is to absorb the souls and suffering of slaves to mend their own increasingly depleted souls.

In other words, the Dark Eldar have embarked on a path similar to that of the Slaanesh, who devour their souls, while the Eldar try to alleviate the Slaanesh's influence by torturing other slaves and absorbing their souls.

So why do they capture the soulless...? The answer becomes obvious.

The Empire's cult of the underworld can also offer ways to ward off Slaanesh, either by being a soulless person or by praying to Hades.

The process of praying to Hades is essentially throwing one's soul into Hades' hands, so Hades has no way to filter it... He cannot refuse the prayers of other races.

A faint white mist wafted in, accompanied by a chill. Hades placed his hand on the prison door, which shimmered with exquisite psionic runes that he couldn't understand at all.

But Callas had already told him not to move around.

Hades waited patiently for the door to open. A pungent white mist wafted in through the crack, and he saw a figure imprisoned in place by chains and spears—Aisha.

Perhaps she was imprisoned in the same way in Nurgle Gardens.

Hades suddenly had this idea, and he began to think about how to reinforce the cage.

Hades stepped into this space, which seemed to stretch infinitely. Mist spread to the horizon, liquid dripped down, and new shoots grew from the suspended dark blood, only to wither again. Drops of blood connected to form an altar, and chains extended down from the void like a spider web.

Hearing footsteps, Aisha, who was kneeling on the ground, instinctively turned her head—but all she heard was the sound of chains. Hades moved past the altar on the ground and went around to the interrogation chair.

At this moment, Hades saw the iron eye patch firmly nailed to the head of the Eldar god. It was not like an endless garden, where death could not bear the endless river of tears. So Mortarion chose a simple and brutal method.

+Pluto? +

A soft whisper arose, and Hades blinked, then hung the torture device on the interrogation chair back on the wall.

Since Mortarian has already played the bad cop, it's his turn to play the good cop.

"So you're not afraid of me?"

Hades said he sat down, trying to keep the Dark Domain away from Mortarion's arrangements as much as possible.

Elsa sobbed and tried to wipe away her tears, but all she touched was cold steel.

"You are hope," she said, "Why fear?"

Hades thought, pleased that a warp being of another race said he was hope.

This didn't feel as friendly to him as the gang of green-skinned people calling him "gangster boss."

"I can only guarantee the survival of humankind; I can't take care of anything else."

Hades continued, "Since you say so... then why did you betray the Pale Lord?"

Elsa paused, becoming slightly hesitant.

+In the garden…+she sighed,+The Lord of Death was corrupted by Him; He was too obsessed with wielding power, while I only wished to stay away, and thus took the wrong step.+

Aisha spoke calmly, her slender figure standing straight. Across from her, Hades, his face shrouded in darkness, propped his chin on his hand.

Hades pondered whether the Eldar were overconfident or had simply become accustomed to a mix of truth and falsehood.

+I apologize for this. +Elsa felt tears welling up again, but Death's iron eye patch stopped them. +I just wanted to leave so badly, I wanted to see my children so badly. +

"It seems you also cherish your own race."

Hades said, "At least it's a virtue."

The Elven God's lips curled into a hollow smile. "I simply miss them too much. Thank you for your understanding—truth, goodness, and beauty are always a common language."

Well, at least betrayal isn't a virtue, Hades thought for a moment. He wanted to talk about something else, something useful, rather than just listening to nonsense.

With that time, he could easily approve documents or browse those eccentric forums of wise men.

“But the Eldar have already fallen,” Hades said. “You are the god of life, can’t you sense the decline of the Eldar?”

Aisha fell silent. Hades always felt that this Eldar god wanted to cry; her tears were like her breath, a necessity for her survival.

"Tens of thousands of years," Aisha sighed softly, "tens of thousands of years... They were merely terrified by that calamity, cowering and licking their wounds, but I think they are ready now."

"Prepare?"

Hades smiled. If the Eldar god told him to prepare to make the Eldar great again, he would simply reinforce the cage and leave.

+Prepare to give Him the final death. +

Aisha brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She knew what she wanted, what the Eldar wanted, who she could win over now, and who she needed to avoid. Truth and lies—the young gods, whose bodies were still tainted by the mundane world, were not like the corrupt and constrained Herself; they remained worldly.

She recalled the last glimpse before her disillusionment vanished...

From Slaanesh's death to his resurrection, whether she desires to restore his glory or simply wants him dead, Hades will be a powerful ally.

She should have gone to find Hades alone, and with the help of Sigmund, moved him with love, truth, goodness, beauty, words, and tears, and handed him the sword to kill Slaanesh, instead of being imprisoned in a cell now... She could have escaped.

But it's still possible to salvage the situation.

This piqued Hades' interest, and he decided to temporarily suppress his question about why they had betrayed Mortarion.

"Kill the slut?"

Hades said he noticed Aisha flinched when Slaanesh was mentioned.

But Hades continued.

"How do you plan to kill them?"

Elsa was silent for a moment, then hesitated before speaking.

+I, Sigucci, and the shattered Kane will lend you a hand...+

Unbeknownst to her, the Eldar god stammered, while Hades wore an expression of unsurprised agreement.

In the original story, this Eldar god seemed to do nothing but cry. When the God of War, Kane, attempted to exterminate the Eldar, this Eldar god cried out a river to plead for the intervention of Asuyan, the God of Gods.

Ultimately, Asuyan intervened, prohibiting the Spirit Clan gods from contacting the Spirit Clan in order to indirectly protect the Spirit Clan and quell Kane's anger.

However, Aisha later broke the ban and contacted the Eldar without permission, which enraged Kane, who then imprisoned Aisha and her husband.

It wasn't Aisha and her husband Kunos who saved them, but someone else—that's another story.

After the birth of Slaanesh and the fall of the Pantheon, Aisha survived and was about to be taken by Slaanesh. At this moment, Nurgle stepped forward, repelled Slaanesh, and imprisoned Aisha in the garden.

During this time, Elsa did not do anything on her own initiative. She simply waited near the garden, weeping, waiting for Nurgle to arrive. But even after entering the garden, Elsa continued to weep.

It is said that the only thing she ever did voluntarily was to warn mortals after drinking the filthy soup.

Hades frowned; he regretted coming here, having hoped to obtain some information.