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

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"Booz asked quietly," Hades whispered, and Hades lowered his head, but his eyes remained fixed on the hospital bed.

“He looks good,” he said in a low voice. “I’m so glad he still remembers me.”

Buz was speechless, but he didn't want to remain silent.

“My father, I also have a good relationship with Senior Vox. He once mentored me and taught me some tricks—all underhanded and ruthless ones.”

Hades smiled.

“I can teach you a bit, but maybe Vox has already given you something better. You know… he and I used to be comrades-in-arms, and we sparred quite a bit. Of course, he took the most beatings from Gara, but those battles established his reputation for being incredibly resilient. You wouldn’t believe it, back then, Gara pinned him to the ground—”

"I can hear you."

Vox said calmly,

"I can hear you, veteran fighter."

Silence fell over the room. Vox stared at the ceiling in despair, while Hades and Buzz awkwardly turned their heads to look at the hospital bed.

Finally, the black-armored pharmacist broke the silence.

"Do you still have the energy to speak?"

The apothecary from Deathguard raised his voice, ignoring the Ultramariner apothecary next to him who was pretending to be a coward.

"Then we can increase the dosage. Come on, let me remove a few pieces of armor for you first."

"Unrelated personnel, please leave first."

Hades and Buz were "asked" to leave the ward, and the two looked at each other in bewilderment at the door.

"The first rule of Death Guard's apothecary training is to not fear authority,"

"I'm a little embarrassed," said Buz.

"Moreover, the training of pharmacists was personally overseen by Mortalian and Karas."

Especially the apothecaries sent by the Death Guard to offer friendly assistance to Hades' son; the smiles on their faces were often inversely proportional to the joy within Hades' son's group.

"Understood, understood."

Hades nodded. At least for now, Vox seemed to be of sound mind. Hades breathed a sigh of relief; this was all thanks to the apothecary.

Hades glanced at the doorway, coughed twice, placed the Black Domain, and took a few steps back.

"Tell me more about your impressions of Vox?"

Hades raised an eyebrow, signaling to Buz to elaborate.

In the name of Hades, Boots would certainly not refuse.

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【past】

On the balcony of Terra Palace, a biting wind rushed in, and Buz, draped in a gleaming gold cloak, looked coldly at the thousands of ravines and mountains.

Footsteps sounded in the darkness.

Vox, his white helmet stained with blood, slowly walked out and stopped where shadow and light met.

In the early days of Protestantism, Terra was still quite chaotic.

"I never imagined that the little brat I used to beat to the ground would end up like this."

Buz blinked, his eyes gleaming. He turned to look at Vox, extending his hand as if inviting Vox to admire the vast snow-capped mountains with him.

"Heroes rise from humble beginnings; that's what you taught me back then. What, have you forgotten?"

Vox remained motionless. "I can't forget those words... they were given to me by someone else as well."

"Hades?"

"I'm not sure now... whether I respect Him or it's just a form of power," Buzz said casually.

The little thing's momentary arrogance after gaining power.

Do you want me to pin you to the ground and beat you again?

Buzz laughed, gave a grand bow, his golden robes fluttering in the wind, looking utterly delighted.

“I can beat you now, old Deng—but Your Excellency Commander of the Death Guard, Imperial Regent Buz Bella needs your assistance and that of the Death Guard.”

Vox's eyes sunken, and he gave Boots a deep look.

"Cherish your current ambition and aspirations... I hope to see you like this again in seven hundred years."

It didn't take that long; ten years was enough for this former imperial hero to have all his rough edges smoothed out and learn how to be a decent human being.

And find Vox, apologize with heartbreaking sorrow, and tell him that he doesn't want to do it anymore.

That time, it was Karas who punched and kicked Bouz back to work.

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Vox began to regret it.

It wasn't that he regretted running away—the bed he was lying in was a thousand times better than the one in Nurgle Garden—but he did feel a sense of helplessness.

Vox realized that the image he had cultivated was about to crumble.

This was not an important matter, but Vox was not in a state to think about important things at the moment. His energy was extremely low, so he let himself continue thinking.

He realized he probably shouldn't have gotten too close to that kid, Booz; there were countless examples of Deathguards being betrayed by Hades' son, and he had been careless.

But no matter what, Vox's despair was only directed at Boozer.

Hades... is still the same Hades.

Vox thought palely that he had foreseen this day when Hades hung the Macurag tapestry directly behind his office.

But setting aside that identity, when faced with Booz doing the same thing, Vox immediately felt a faint sense of despair.

Vox fell silent.

He realized his subconscious difference in standards... Perhaps he should treat everyone the same... Perhaps.

Vox suddenly realized with despair that Hades and his son were birds of a feather.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 602 Mortarian's Plan

"fine?"

“Not bad,” Vox coughed, feeling a tickle in his throat. He hoped the apothecaries had cleaned the worms out of his esophagus.

He still felt that the dry and clean reality he was in was like a dream, but a vague sense of disgust and the Ultramarines insignia on the ceiling constantly reminded him that this was not the warp.

Just now, without Vox asking any questions, Hades took the initiative to explain his current situation. Now, the metal mask covering the lower half of Hades' face is gleaming with a cold light.

Compared to the anger he had heard from Buz earlier, the half-decayed Death Guard felt a boundless melancholy.

Even Hades could not escape being corrupted... although he suffered a curse from the physical world.

But at least it is still Hades.

"...There will be a solution."

Vox said, and Hades nodded.

"I am able to temporarily rein in these forces."

Vox was silent for a moment.

“You’ve become pessimistic… Ghosts, I mean the eternal solution… We can go find the space necromancers.”

Space Necromancers?

Hades pondered that perhaps Taracin would choose to help him, but judging from Taracin's words, this kind-hearted space necromancer would probably be spending the foreseeable future dealing with the lawsuits between the dynasties.

Moreover... when they meet again... it's still unknown what their relationship will be, or what the relationship will be between the Empire and the Necromancers.

"Did the Death Guard come into contact with other space necromancers?"

Vox nodded.

“We have never given up… Death Guard has a dedicated grave-digging team, and we also have some technology from the Necromancers, but we haven’t made it public.”

"I bet even Boots doesn't know?"

"he does not know."

Vox explained,

“Before he fell into a deep sleep, he was a key focus of the Empire, and we cannot expose him.”

"This part of the technology has always been kept by the Deathguard Technology Sergeant as a possible response to the final crisis—if all allies eventually betray the Deathguard."

"This trip to Corruption Heaven utilized some of the relevant technologies."

"...But now that you're back, we can speed things up."

Hades nodded. Some of the technology of the Necromancers was given to them by the Star God. With reference technology, he could try to quickly add some points to the technology tree.

“…You have done a lot,” Hades remarked, “establishing a second religion, setting up autonomous regions, expanding infrastructure, secretly increasing the military…and even researching the technology of space necromancy.”

Vox smiled.

"It's not just the technology of the Necromancers, it's the technology of all alien races—the Necromancers, the Eldar, the Orks… He doesn't overlook any possibility."

He was obviously referring to Mortarian.

Thinking of this, Hades felt a mix of emotions. The stubborn Primarch who was once so unyielding that not even seven oxen could pull him back now seemed much more mature.

What exactly did Mortarion go through?

“Motalian…” Hades began, “What does he want to do?”

"——God-killing."

Vox spoke calmly, but his heart was far from calm. Ten thousand years had passed, a full ten thousand years, and only a handful of people knew of this plan.

There was no one to talk to, no one to believe, and no one to understand.

"The Pale Lord sent me back..." Vox said, "to explain his plans to you."

"Hades."

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He still hasn't grown up.

Motalian was acutely aware of this; the deepest, most profound emotions driving him remained hatred, fear, and despair...

But that doesn't matter.

He accepted reality with equanimity.

Under the same Lord of Mankind, some Primarchs are keen on defending their territories, some on maintaining order, and some on eliminating traitors... He, however, is keen on destruction and overthrow.

Just as Hades once said, he went to extremes.

But fortunately, the vast Milky Way is even more extreme than his.

In the vast sea of ​​stars, there is no shortage of beings that need to be overthrown, annihilated, or beheaded.

False gods are among them.

There was nothing to say; the torn galaxy had cast a shadow on his retina. Mortarian knew who his greatest enemy was and who deserved to be destroyed.

He doesn't concern himself with the rise and fall of the empire unless absolutely necessary; others will take care of that. If Mortarian has to look after it, then there's no point in this vast empire existing.

The empire established by the human sovereign needs to learn to be self-sufficient, rather than relying on one or two superhumans.

For Mortalian, the Primarch has only one responsibility.

That is god-slaying.

Or...to take its place.

The Lord of Mankind revealed the truth to him, and after a long period of collapse, Mortarion began to deconstruct this unbearable truth, ultimately arriving at his conclusion—

Following the example of the Eldar's Pantheon, the Emperor wanted to establish a "temple" for humanity.

Mortarian sneered.