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

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A being called Machine Soul appeared on the machine that was once the least likely to coexist with the subspace, amidst everyone's prayers.

The Lord of Humanity was both amused and exasperated.

Restricting technological innovation and establishing a creator god for the technological world was a helpless move of that era—and it is also the lifeline that continues to this day.

but now……

The nascent image of artisans in the subspace has been shattered, the High Heavens have been disrupted and weakened... This is an opportunity.

The Lord of Humanity slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Human history has proven that creations that do not exist in a warp will ultimately betray humanity.

The history of the Necromancers has also proven that pure Astral technology cannot bear the weight of a race.

They are all... unlike humans.

No soul.

Humanity is ultimately inseparable from the subspace. Rather than completely abandoning it, it's better to carve out a place for itself in advance... He eventually embarked on this destiny, but this path still offers ample opportunities for human survival.

On the supreme throne, gold blazed, and countless figures flickered and blurred, yet all were melted together within this blazing golden river of sunlight.

A brown-haired man walked along the shimmering river, his figure shifting between male and female, old and young, with long, black hair flowing down his back. His searching gaze was fixed on the riverbanks, which were wet with the water.

People are looking at him.

He walked on foot, patiently trekking, and finally, he found the first person he was looking for.

The Lord of Humanity raised his eyes and saw a tall figure standing on the riverbank, his arms gleaming with the luster of steel. Beside him stood a white-haired girl, her figure indifferent.

Behind them are thousands of sages clad in red robes.

Fortunately, Hades' abilities were weak enough at the time, giving him the opportunity to find a part of the soul.

To reiterate, he has never regretted releasing the star god known as "Pluto".

No... perhaps it is Hades, who controls the power of the Star Gods.

Humans are not the same as the space undead. They encountered a benevolent being. The star god of the past deceived the fearsome into becoming space undead, only hoping to devour their souls.

But most of these people whose thoughts have been imitated by machines still have intact souls, only their impurities have been washed away by the dark River Styx.

Except for the original sage, who has been buried in the underworld.

Come on,

The Lord of Mankind said softly,

+You have willingly followed me, still hoping to fight for humanity…My warriors, then return to the machines that embody your wisdom, and use your loyalty and intelligence as spears and halberds—+

Fight for me, fight for humanity.

The white-haired girl nodded to the emperor and leaped into the long river.

Following her were thousands of sages, crimson, scarlet, red dimmed by ashes and engine oil, red re-stained by blood. The red torrent flowed against him, their robes brushing against him, ascending the shimmering golden river with unwavering determination, rushing toward the golden sun behind him.

Inside the Terran dungeon, behind layers of royal guard checkpoints, the roaring Nirvana Machines emitted wisps of hazy gold light, like a golden veil veiling a face.

The emperor turned his head and looked at the red figures blurring in the sky, the boundary between the physical and the spiritual. He heard the sound of wading in front of him, but he was in no hurry to turn around.

I will fulfill my mission.

The emperor blinked, and droplets of water fell from his long hair.

+Never regretted it?+

The giant, engulfed in flames, spread his hands.

I act solely out of reason. Father, past, present, and future—reason and logic are in my blood. I am ashamed of my past failures, but failure is merely a necessary experience on the path to victory.

Fighting for humanity is not a disgrace to my honor.

A smile appeared on the emperor's lips. He turned his head and looked at his offspring.

I know you've always wanted to see him.

The Lord of Mankind spoke softly, and saw the giant before him flinch.

He's with the emperor.

The Emperor whispered, "I allow you to go to him... but now is not the time... You need to gauge the opportune moment yourself, Finus Manus."

He stopped, his eyes, burning with golden flames, calmly gazing at Gorgon.

Go ahead,

The Lord of Mankind said,

Go to Nirvana.

Her iron-gray eyes glanced at him with a complicated expression.

For you, for the empire.

Words colder than electronic voices swept past him, heading towards the distant reality.

Bells rang in the hall housing the Nirvana main system. Thousands of exquisite golden statues were arranged around the main unit by the Imperial Guards, interspersed with thousands of candles and countless prayers. The illusory figures silently rose from the burning candle tears, gazing at Nirvana.

Within the long river, the Lord of Mankind slowly sank, immersing himself in the water, his long hair floating on the surface.

Hades' creations are no ordinary things; he could sense that Nirvana was rejecting the infiltration of spiritual energy.

Waldo stepped forward, holding two pieces of silver metal, which were burning with flames and shimmering with intense psionic light.

He lifted the two pieces of metal, and the solid metal melted instantly upon contact with the Nirvana host, with drops of silver blood climbing into Nirvana as if they were alive.

The emperor gazed calmly at the river, his breath creating bubbles on its surface. He wondered if Hades would allow him to so profanely transform his life's work.

So he did it that way first.

Hades will forgive him.

He has no choice but to accept reality, even if he doesn't forgive.

The Lord of Mankind could not say too much... The Emperor was closely watching Hades, especially his interactions with him.

With polarity reversed, the black stone transformed from negative to positive, and layer upon layer of phantoms appeared, one after another heading towards the colossal mountain of chip and gear creations.

…………

As smoke rose, Kirkranka, who was standing atop the hill, angrily rebuked the group of sages.

He tilted his head, unaware of what had happened.

…………

Within the territory of Faos, alarms and cries rang out, and all Nirvana subsidiary systems located in the Silent Domain became less efficient—and were on the verge of restarting.

…………

Nirvana can only have one main branch, and it can only be on Terra.

...How blasphemous, the emperor thought calmly, but he was already used to such things.

So he slowly rose and returned to the throne where he had been imprisoned.

This time he concealed it well, so he wouldn't face Makado's roar.

........................

"Ah sneeze!!!"

Hades shook his head violently, and suddenly felt a chill. He looked around, but still couldn't find any danger.

"It's nothing," Hades waved his hand, looking at the startled Thousand Sons and Primarch, "just a minor cold, you can continue."

You can get a minor cold?!

Magnus let out a soft gasp of surprise, but Hades pretended not to hear. Seeing that Hades remained silent, Magnus muttered something under his breath and pulled Ahriman further away from Hades.

Is it a cunning and treacherous person...?

Hades carefully sensed the surroundings. No, it wasn't Tzeentch, nor Nurgle, and there was no sign of anything happening on Mortalian's side either. It wasn't the Greenskins, nor Makkado...

Why does it feel like an emperor's?

Hades had a question mark pop into his mind. He had just confirmed that the Emperor was not in any immediate danger, but was he about to overturn that view in the next instant?

After pondering for a while and confirming that Macado and Neos were currently on the same side as him, Hades temporarily put the question aside.

Hades sighed. He still needed a reliable psychic to help him distinguish between these two cunning old thieves. Perhaps from a psychic perspective, combined with Hades's dark side, he could easily determine who had lost their mind.

His gaze swept over Magnus.

No way... Magnus isn't very reliable; he can even develop feelings for a green-skinned creature.

Hades glanced at Ahriman, who was being partially obscured by Magnus, and his eyes lit up.

You're the one, young man.

........................

"Have you finished chatting?"

Hades smiled and looked at Magnus... and Ahriman beside him.

Faced with Hades's unusual reaction, Magnus cautiously nodded and pushed Ahriman further behind him.

“Then—” Hades drawled, “time is of the essence, and I’m not interested in your story. Ahriman, what are your thoughts on Magnus and the Grey Knight?”

Because of the presence of a small number of bat offspring and a large number of crow offspring within the department, the Inquisition's power expanded considerably after the Regency's Wrath a thousand years ago. Due to the bats' and crows' slight aversion to psionicists, as well as other reasons, large and small, the Grey Knights are now actually a department under the Inquisition, and are subject to its command.

Hades can separate the Grey Knights from the Inquisition.

He can not only separate the Grey Knights from the Inquisition, but also make them ride on the backs of three already fallen psionic organizations.

……

In fact, that was exactly what Hades intended to do.

Makado's reach cannot extend too far. If Makado really has some problems, then internal affairs are already the limit Hades can accept. The psionic side must not be allowed to continue to be interfered with by the former Makado.

Send the extremely cautious psionicists and the Chaos-tainted Grey Knights to guide the Star Speakers, Navigator families, and the Star Torch Court. Meanwhile, have those psionic families who are quick to surrender send protons to the Grey Knights... to be transformed into Grey Knights.

When facing the warp and psionic beings... it's okay to overcorrect sometimes.

Hades could also allow, or be willing to allow, the Emperor to send the Imperial Guard to guide this department, since the Emperor already knew that he and Macardo were not on good terms...

Hades never imagined that one day he would come up with such a ruthless plan to balance the power between the Emperor and Macado.

Because of the suppression of psionicists by the soulless, Ahriman, who had just met the Primarch, was not good with words in front of Hades.

Hades then calmly stated his thoughts.

After he finished explaining his ideas, including how to recruit psionicists, how to change the organization's structure, what functions the Grey Knights would assume in the future, and to what extent they would expand, he concluded that he was outlining his plans.

"How about it?"

Hades raised an eyebrow, looking at the somewhat dazed Magnus and Ahriman before him.

"inappropriate?"

"You..." Magnus said hesitantly, "You trust us that much?"

Hades casually picked up a stack of documents and handed them to Magnus.

"Facts speak for themselves. Over the past few thousand years, at least in terms of preventing chaos... you've done a good job."

Hades ignored Magnus and stared at Ahriman, saying...

"Although it has been extreme at times, there is still room for improvement."

"Without extremes, one cannot survive."

Qianzi said, "Thank you for your understanding."

“I understand,” Hades said, then began to wonder why there wasn’t a cup of tea. Wine would do too.

"But you should thank Buzz instead of me. Buzz Bella has put in a lot of good words for you, and he's the one who wrote the proposal."

"I'll thank him later."

Booz will also be responsible for coordinating various departments, so Hades will help him build some connections.

He looked at Aliman and paused.

“It wasn’t me who fought alongside Booz back then,” Ahriman said somewhat awkwardly. “It was Kaldor Diego, the High Master of the Grey Knights, but the High Master is still undergoing his own warp trials.”