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

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Chapter 594 Duel Cage

"You little brat!!! Don't fall down—!!!"

Beneath the dueling cage, Kober slammed his hand on the table, causing the desserts and teacups to jump. Kober covered the bandage on his forehead with his other hand, his eyes fixed on the stage.

Across from Cobb, Salem, the leader of Group Six, chuckled as he ate a piece of snow-white cake, his leg stretched out, a stern-faced apothecary fixing his broken leg in a brace.

As soon as the apothecary tapped Salem's wound, the lazy Salem cried out in pain, but still managed to stuff pastries into his mouth.

He didn't look nearly as pathetic as when Blake had pinned him to the ground and beaten him earlier.

Beneath the dueling cage, tables and chairs were already set up, and the underworld warriors shouted and cheered for the two fighting on the stage.

"Butcher! Slash his left shoulder! Slash his left shoulder!! That old bastard has an old wound on his left shoulder!!!"

Blake swayed, barely escaping Jeff's scythe-like attack from the opposite side, and with a swift movement, his blunt axe swept out in wide, sweeping motions, carrying Jeff's left arm with its momentum.

"That kid's playing like a green-skinned guy!!! Play it safe!! Stay calm! Wear him down!!! Trade him for health!!"

Steady Jeff stepped back with his left leg, sidestepping the Black Butcher. His face was reflected in the smooth, blood-stained blade of the axe.

Before the long sickle could be retracted, the chain wrapped around the sickle shaft drew a beautiful arc. He gathered strength in his left arm, clenched his fist, and threw a punch!

boom! ! !

"cough!!!"

The fist slammed into Blake's chest, and the already shattered breastplate completely lost its last defensive function. The sound of armor fragments falling off rang out, and Blake vomited blood mixed with broken teeth, but his free hand firmly gripped Jeff's forearm.

A brief respite from the intense fighting.

Buz, who was leisurely sipping his tea, clicked his tongue.

"it is good!!!"

Kober slammed his fist on the table again. "Kid! You fucking bastard, don't let that old dog keep using that sickle!!!"

With a bruised and swollen face and his right eye almost slit up, Blake's eyes flashed. Jeff tried to create distance again, but Blake's grip on his left hand prevented him from retreating immediately.

The sickle is a long-range weapon; close combat severely limits its use.

Jeff acted decisively, throwing down his scythe and drawing his machete to fight Blake.

In the ensuing close-quarters combat, flashes of light filled the stage, drawing gasps of amazement from the crowd who found it a truly spectacular spectacle.

"Big Smoker, so forgiving?"

Lazy Salem grabbed another handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them open, lazily watching the stands while eating them.

“He holds grudges,” Cobb said, “but it’s even more satisfying to see that little brat teach that stupid dog a lesson—after all, I raised him!”

"Tsk tsk tsk, too bad he's going to turn his back on you."

Salem said, "Why don't we let him join Group Six? We're close friends, and hey—you know what, this kid's got some skills."

Salem said, while also recalling the moment when Blake broke his left leg with an elbow strike.

"Get lost, get lost," Cobb said impatiently, his eyes fixed on the stage. He watched in horror as Blake took down Jeff, the leader of Group Seven—even though the kid had just taken down eight people with his underground boxing, only the old folks like them knew that the underlings of Group Seven were also masters of underground boxing.

Cobb's eye twitched. He saw Blake writhe in pain from the injury on his right arm and suddenly find himself at a disadvantage.

He felt a pang of regret; the wound on the kid's right arm was inflicted by his sickle.

Kober thought irritably, "So we've lost in the seventy-sixth game? I should have thrown the first game a bit."

He instinctively reached for his pipe to light a cigarette, but the person in the main seat glanced at him, and Cobb gave an awkward smile and withdrew his hand.

“Eat,” said the lazybones, stuffing a piece of jerky into Cobb’s awkwardly withdrawn hand. “Don’t even think about your Babarus specialty.”

"I was too impatient."

Kober said in a low voice that, to be honest, he still hoped that Black would win. If Black won, he could have a go at the living fossil Boots in the next match.

For thousands of years, there has never been anyone among the underworld beings who could fight on the same stage as Booz.

To round it off, Black is going to fight Booz, and Booz has already sparred with a rogue Primarch—Black can take on a rogue Primarch!

As if sensing Cobb's thoughts, in the darkness, Buzz's eyes swept over Cobb once more, and Cobb innocently looked away.

"Oh oh oh oh!!!"

The crowd gathered at the front of the duel cage suddenly erupted in cheers.

"Mute! Mute! We, the ruthless and taciturn Black Butcher, have slain the shrewd dog!!!"

Cobb was overjoyed. He slapped the armrest and suddenly stood up. Sure enough, on the stage, Blake Butcher was standing unsteadily, raising his left hand.

Jeff was half-crouched on the ground, clutching his abdomen, which had been shattered by the heavy blow and was oozing blood.

"Shh-"

Suddenly, the underworld children hissed, and those who had cheered for Blake's victory, regretted their bets on Steady Dog's victory, and those who had simply joined in the fun and shouted randomly, all fell silent within an instant.

In the vast hall, only Blake's panting and Jeff's unsteady breathing could be heard.

Hey.

The teacup in Buz's hand clinked against the saucer, making a crisp sound.

"...Next game."

Blake's hoarse voice rang out, almost entirely a breathy sound.

Blake shook his head, his vision blurred with blood, and stared down at the audience below, where Buzz Bella sat calmly in the main seat.

"It's the seventy-seventh game... old man."

Buz sighed softly, casually picked up a piece of shortcrust pastry, swallowed it in one bite as he stood up, and picked up the sickle that was quietly displayed to the side.

Unlike the usual simplicity of other underworld princes, Buz, who was once the focus of attention of millions of people in the empire, had his scythe decorated with intricate patterns. Lightning and silk-like lines were engraved on the handle, and the black and dark gold colors flashed to indicate the identity of the scythe wielder.

"little things……"

"I see you won't be happy unless you fight me today," Buzz said.

Blake remained silent, only swaying slightly as he assumed a fighting stance once more.

“Perfect timing,” Booth flipped onto the stage, pulled Jeff aside, and Jeff left the stage.

"I want to teach you a lesson too."

The sickle droops!

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Hades hadn't expected to spend so much time on the Faos ship.

The process involves visiting Faos's technology, being visited, a passive meeting, and finally a private conversation to plan the next steps.

It took him two days and one night.

Walking hurriedly on the deck of the Cocurtes, Hades reflected on his conversation with Kirkland.

He inquired with the sage about the current utilization rate of stars, neutron stars, and other celestial bodies in the forged world, and concluded that these celestial bodies could be utilized to a preliminary extent...

The Burner fragments at Hades' waist were confined within a rudimentary silver sphere resembling a Dyson sphere.

The silvery liquid metal was continuously absorbing the light and heat emitted by the burner.

The Burner is the most "energy-rich" of the Star Gods, and he himself is a small, burning sun.

Instead of directly consuming the Burners, Hades' current solution to temporarily alleviate his hunger is to pick up the pure energy emitted by them and eat it.

As for the Deceiver... Hades simply crushed it and threw it into the Burner, causing the already crazed Burner to devour the fragments of the Deceiver.

He hadn't figured out how to feed on stars yet. Hades thought that the Star God's diet consisted of stars and souls—souls, of course, couldn't be eaten anymore.

The Magnus Stone at Hades' waist swayed.

Then he can only consume stars—in other words, he needs to absorb energy.

Hades now slowly replenishes his strength by capturing the light and heat emitted by the Burners.

He needs other ways to obtain energy.

Hades has already presented his conjectures and needs to Kirkland, and the sage, who is so loyal as to be somewhat mad, will help Hades establish a "feeding system".

Hades pondered, carefully sensing his hunger. Finally, Hades confirmed that he had not yet reached the tipping point where things would spiral out of control.

Hades was able to maintain a stable state for a long time, provided that he did not use the power of the Star God on a large scale.

Let's just wait and see if he can eat the sun...

The smooth lower half of the metal reflected a silvery light. Hades was currently working on two threads, his other half of his mind contemplating the "Longzhong Dialogue" he had just had with Kirkland.

What moves will they make next?

Because of the development of the Underworld Cult, human technological development did not completely stagnate during these ten thousand years. Taking Faos as an example, no fewer than a thousand new creations were born.

To Hades's relief, as he had previously hoped, Faos had focused most of his technology points on ship navigation.

Some improvements enhance ship performance, such as faster and more robust engines, and stronger ridgelines...

Some are technologies that can be directly applied to production: a complete dock assembly line solution, calculations on how to integrate the resources of a star system most quickly and efficiently, serving as a contemplator for ship construction...

Faos compiled a list of 10,000 feasible solutions that could be implemented immediately, covering almost all planetary conditions. As long as personnel and planets were in place, construction and production could begin immediately.

Hades was extremely pleased with this, as it meant that, barring any administrative obstacles, the production of this magnificent horse could proceed rapidly.

However, ship technology alone is clearly not enough.

Previously, for various reasons, Faos did not want to and could not engage in deep cooperation with other casting worlds.

And now... under Hades' command, these forging worlds will be brought together.

Faced with the various casting worlds, Hades' first task was to unite them, integrate them to create the most productive template, and then apply it throughout the Empire.

The human empire is not lacking in powerful technology, but it lacks an environment that allows for large-scale production.

Hades' goal is to implement these powerful technologies, boost production, and improve labor!

This path will be broadly divided into two aspects: one is to get those tech enthusiasts who hoard their technology to hand over their secrets, and the other is to get the Empire to cooperate with the tech enthusiasts' actions.

The sage will be the one to communicate with... Kirkland and King can handle this step, and Hades will also intervene if necessary...

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star……

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Hades pondered for a moment, then looked up in surprise at the Prince of the Underworld who had come out to greet him... his face was covered in bruises.

Hades frowned. He remembered this was Jeff, the leader of Group Seven. He had only been gone for two days; how come this kid had suddenly been beaten up?

"what happened?"

Hades asked in surprise, then revealed the result through the dark space he extended. Before Jeff could speak, Hades suddenly made a shushing gesture.

Hades lowered his voice.

"Duel Cage?"

Jeff nodded. "I haven't informed them of your return yet. I think you should go and see how relaxed the chapter is."

Hades laughed.

"Good job, don't tell them."

As for why they fought, Hades could figure it out with a grain of salt. When he joined the Death Guard, the new recruits and veterans were at odds with each other, and because of his relationship with Mortarion, he was directly targeted.

And now... just now in the Dark Domain, that was Blake's soul.

Hades, freed from his many considerations, was filled with感慨 (feelings of deep emotion). Fortune changes, and he wondered if Mortarian had the same complex feelings he had now.

No, Hades suddenly paused, Mortarian was absolutely unaware of the minor skirmish within the legion at that time.

Hades thought with a sense of relief that he himself was more reliable.

"Help me keep this from them, Jeff, come with me to check it out."

Hades said, his pace quickening almost instantly.