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

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There is also the Lord of Mankind, and Saint Gilles.

When I awoke from the mad swamp, I finally saw what Saint Gilles had done.

As his "kin," I know very well that it was... a warp instinct.

The instincts of the subspace will drive you to slowly distort your vision. Your vision will eventually come true, but by then it will be distorted.

In daily life, one is unconsciously influenced in subtle ways, so subtle that one is completely unaware of it...

I silently looked at the national education brochure in my hand, which I had unconsciously crumpled up.

Saint Gilles has been prayed for far longer than I have, and he has a larger number of followers whose faith is more pure.

The Lord of Mankind is even more superior to Saint Gilles...

……

...Almost instinctively, I dared not continue thinking about it.

I realized that there was a whirlwind torpedo about to explode in front of me.

Once the explosion occurs, everything will be reduced to nothing.

But I forced myself to keep thinking about it.

...After that, I chose a similar treatment method for them as for me.

It's still Hades.

Perhaps I should call him Hades, after all, he helped me so much... I should thank him.

I also had concerns that this might harm Hades, but ultimately, based on my understanding of the Necromancers, I believed that there was a way to deal with them.

I hope he's alright.

I once again berated myself for my indifference and exploitation of my former comrades, but there was nothing I could do. Before me was a raging fire, and all I had at hand was a basin of liquid.

It was the blood shed by my dearest friend.

Perhaps it was just saliva, I told myself... but I still felt guilty...

I grabbed a basin of water and rushed to put out the fire.

I moved forward once again.

……

...Even Saint Gilles could not escape the fate of being devoured by the backlash...

……

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 599 Forget it

The cleanup operation in the Euctarius star system proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

The main reason is that the war between the Orks and the Tyranids has depleted the strength of both sides. Many planets in this star system have become barren lands, and they are of almost no use to the Empire.

Meanwhile, the Ork and Tyrannical forces, having lost supplies and hiding places, were found and wiped out by the Imperial army.

Hades provided many valuable suggestions on how to eliminate the Greenskins and Tyrannosaurus Rex.

He directly provided the Greenskin Empire's list of Greenskin executions.

It lists most of the well-known Greenskins of the Underworld Empire, and the Greenskin factions below them.

The Empire did not remove all the names from this list. At least four-fifths of the Orks on this list had already died in the war with the Tyranids, their remains lost and unable to be recovered or destroyed.

Hades didn't expect the Empire to be able to capture and sterilize every single greenskin. Considering the Empire's efficiency, their current actions were already astonishing.

Hades fiddled with the black stone ornaments at his waist, removing and destroying each ornament as soon as a green-skinned warlord and its forces were confirmed dead.

Finally... only the black skull that symbolized the front teeth remained unremoved.

However, most of the green-skinned fleet under Big Fang's command had been confirmed to be destroyed, and after searching repeatedly without any news, the Underworld Children had no choice but to abandon this operation.

Hades wished it were dead.

During this month, Hades did not directly lead the army. Instead, he used the database of the Underworld Prince to catch up on the current situation of the empire, the new strategies and tactics developed over the past ten thousand years, and the logistical supply plan...

No matter when or where you go to the database, you will see a Hades buried in his books—no, half of his head is connected to a data cable for transmitting data.

This also ignited the learning enthusiasm of the sons of Hades. Stepping off the shuttle, with blood still fresh on their scythes, they headed straight for the archives—looking at each other, picking out a few political documents, and pretending to study them.

To preface this, it should be noted that there was a strong political interest within the Hades organization even before Hades' arrival.

But most of it was just chatting and joking around.

And to fool ordinary Imperial administrators, and to deceive some Space Marines who are focused on war and have no interest in Imperial politics.

Ignoring the boasts of Hades' son is an unspoken agreement within the Death Guard.

Looking at the fully staffed archives, Hades smiled without saying a word. Having witnessed countless canned goods' fervent pursuit of the Primarch, he certainly knew what was going on.

Hades would answer any questions that dared to come up to him.

Of course, if someone is just pretending and asking evasive questions, Hades will directly reprimand them.

Hades was pleased to see that Hades' son was studious.

Hey...hey! You mechanical sage over there! How did you end up in the Son of Hades's private archives?! Which little brat brought him in?!

Hades thinks Hades' son is good in every way, except that he's sometimes really daring and does a lot of outrageous things.

He had reason to suspect that before him, these brats had acted even more recklessly.

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The meeting with Kim-306 was not so dramatic. Hades met the belated Kim-306 aboard the Cokutes.

Before meeting King, Hades had heard many descriptions of King from the son of Hades. In short, as the greatest contributor to the establishment of Hades, King the Sage was a grumpy old man.

Hades thought about it and realized that if every recruit selected to become the Son of Hades was so...active, then King's irritability was perfectly reasonable.

But when he actually saw Jin, Jin merely lifted his red robe and bowed deeply.

"Praise be to you."

The electronic voice was calm and still, and then Jin straightened up and fell silent.

He just stood there.

If there were a chronicler among Hades' sons, he would have recorded this interesting scene: countless Hades' children surrounding him, while the sage in red robes stood alone opposite Hades.

Gold looks so different now compared to ten thousand years ago.

Hades opened his mouth to speak, but King remained businesslike, respectful yet distant, creating an awkward atmosphere. Hades thought for a moment and decided not to press King any further.

After explaining the situation, Jin left.

He couldn't expect every deceased person to be exactly the same as they were ten thousand years ago. Hades thought that perhaps King's personal memories of him were already very vague, but judging by actions rather than intentions, all the merits and hardships of the past ten thousand years were accomplished by King.

Hades, having confirmed that there was no problem with Kim, said no more.

Over the past ten thousand years, Kirkland has become more fanatical, while King has become more composed.

Hades thought of it.

However, after that, Hades ran into King, who was fighting Kirkland... and Booz Bella, who was watching and making fun of the two gladiators.

Amid the deafening explosion, Hades decided to retract his earlier statement that King had become calmer.

Noticing Hades's confusion, Buzz went to Hades specifically to explain the matter.

Simply put, Kim deliberately focused his attention on nurturing the next generation, the next generation after that, and the next generation after that... Unlike Kirkland, who anchored himself with an ultimate goal, Kim chose to dilute the fact that he was an old man by doing other things.

Hades expressed his understanding and welcomed Kim to come to him anytime if he encountered any difficulties.

When Buz relayed the message, King still didn't react. Only after a long while did the servant beside King record a sigh from the Great Sage.

Someone always needs to be sober.

He doesn't want to become the next Kirkland; he needs to have his own thoughts and considerations.

Hades forgave his disrespect... which, in turn, made Jin even more emotional.

He realized that his path to upholding professional ethics would become fraught with difficulties.

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【Makulag】

Another insect infestation.

New branches sprout from the blackwood scorched by gunpowder smoke, and a starling hops about, its feathers flashing with iridescent light.

Calgar looked up, gazing intently at the little bird. As if sensing the Ultramarines commander's gaze, the starling cried out, flapped its wings, and flew away, leaving only the trembling new branch behind.

Calga had no choice but to lower his head, futilely and somewhat resignedly gathering the layers of papers on the table, and continue approving the documents.

In recent years, since the Terran invasion two hundred years ago, Macurag has once again been ravaged by the Zerg, but the good news is that this Terran force suddenly disappeared in the middle of the war.

It is said that this Tyranid fleet headed towards Euctarius.

The Octarius star system is now under the control of the Death Guard, but Calga is unaware of the specifics.

But for the Ultramarines Legion Commander, the Tyranid offensive will never stop—some wise men within the Legion have proposed a hypothesis that the Five Hundred Worlds have been designated as a key sector for Tyranid attack.

They can only continue to defend.

From that dense, overwhelming swarm of insects, some people were left forever in that disaster, while the survivors continued on their journey. The wind blew, old trees sprouted new branches, and birds eventually sang again.

Despite the lingering pain from his leg bone shattered by Tyrion and the persistent smell of the medical gel lingering in his nose after leaving the emergency room, Calga was certain he had pulled through, just like Macurag this time.

Suppressing his still-healing wounds, Calgar reviewed the documents. Most planets in the Five Hundred Worlds were in dire need of reconstruction; the defenses destroyed by Tyrande needed to be repaired… On some planets, the old wounds from the last Tyrannical attack had not yet healed.

He opened the letter from Terra.

Calgary frowned.

Beneath the layers of seals were greetings from the Highlords—praising the Ultramarines' heroic fight against the Tyranids, and then inquiring whether the Five Hundred Worlds needed the Empire's support.

support?

Calga's gaze turned somber.

Every law, every page filled with the desire to devour, as the greedy Terrans, taking advantage of the desolation of the five hundred worlds after the fall of Terran, set their sights on Macragge.

Last time... they tried the same thing, but they had to give up because of the Death Guard's friendship with the Ultramarines.

This time... it seems the commotion caused by the Death Guard has even reached Terra.

Calga made a snapping sound as the paper between his fingers.

The High Lords aren't stupid. Terra only wants the planets on the edge of the Five Hundred Worlds. To be fair, after the Tyranids' rampage, how to manage the vast Five Hundred Worlds is indeed a difficult problem for the Ultramarines who lack talent.

But that doesn’t mean they can’t manage it well.

Calgar understood the High Lords' intentions: if the Ultramarines didn't back down, the High Lords might cause "some problems" on the planets at the edge of the Five Hundred Worlds.

If the soft one doesn't work, then the hard one will do.

Calga frowned. He was unwilling to relinquish these worlds; once the door was opened, it could never be closed again.

But at this time... within the Five Hundred Worlds, Calgar also did not wish to reignite the flames of war.

No, we absolutely cannot let it go.

He remained silent, while the new leaves outside the window remained lush and green.

A servant came in, placed a letter beside the silent Calgar, and then left again.

Calga sighed, raised his hand to rub his brow, and casually glanced at the new letter, on which was a familiar, smug self-portrait.

It was an urgent, top-secret private letter from Buzz Bella, featuring a scrawled little head making a victory sign.

Calga took a deep breath.

He remembered the empty display case in the side hall of the temple.

It wasn't that he disrespected the veteran, but the way the son of Hades behaved made Booz's reputation among the Ultramarines quite complicated.

Although Booz has helped the Ultramarines many times, such as navigating the political landscape of Terra, communicating with the Death Guard, and defeating Tyrannosaurus...

But he himself is really unreliable.