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

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"You are unaware of the truth,"

The green-skinned wizard said,

"Under the guidance of the Black Boss and the Psionic Grand Master, we have remembered the mission of our entire race since its birth. Unlike the weak Eldar, we are willing to face our destiny and mission. We are born for this, we fight for this, and we die for this."

Fugen was certain that if he hadn't been resolute, he might be sweating by now.

but now……

Congratulations! I'm genuinely happy for you that you've found your direction.

Fugen asked, "You already know that you are being used as weapons?"

“Yes,” said the big front tooth, “we’re willing to keep waaagh.”

Let's keep it simple then.

Fugen stood in the hall, which resembled a green garbage dump, and simply stretched out his arms.

I am but a tool, hastily arrived here merely to fulfill the emperor's mandate. I hope you can understand.

“Go ahead,” said Big Tooth, “we’re also interested in Big Waagh.”

Fugen blinked, staring at the massive green-skinned warlord. He felt his throat boiling. That chaotic being... did it really know what it was doing?

You've heard of...

Is it sadomasochistic?

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【Faos Fleet】

As Hades walked, the black stone ornaments at his waist rustled softly. Two new ornaments had just been hung there: one was the silent Magnus stone, and the other was a burning fragment of the Burner.

Incidentally, the lucky coin he was wearing around his neck was a gift from Oglin.

Kirkland was excitedly walking in front of Hades, introducing the technology of Faos.

"Pluto...we have completed our utilization of the neutron star, and the efficiency of the mass-produced bullet has been further improved—of course, the mass-produced bullet is only our most rudimentary utilization of the neutron star's power; this enormous amount of energy can also be used elsewhere..."

Kirkland led Hades to a large hall, which was more like a warehouse storing various equipment than a hall.

Kirkland pressed his heels to the ground, spun around dramatically, and spread his arms wide.

"My Lord, it's all here!"

Hades looked up and saw a strange object placed next to each device, mostly sage sculptures, and some were various odds and ends.

As if sensing Hades' gaze, Kirkland hurriedly explained,

"These are the traces left by these technology developers. Faos allows them to leave their own unique traces in addition to knowledge."

Next to some of the devices, the sage himself was simply standing.

Hades looked at the hall that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see, and at the overjoyed Kirkland and the other sages.

He subconsciously moved his lips, wanting to say something, but was silenced by the scene before him.

For thousands of years, sages have never stopped pursuing the truth.

Never.

If fighting is the duty of the Space Marines, then climbing the endless mountain of knowledge is the lifelong pursuit of the Sages.

"This is really..."

Hades said softly, “It surprises me.”

Kirkland stood rooted to the spot, staring at Hades like a statue. In fact, all the sages in the entire hall were also completely still, their eyes fixed on Hades.

Hades raised his voice.

"You make me proud, you make me feel honored—I see you searching high and low in the long night, I see the torches you hold up, you have already illuminated human history and civilization."

Hades heard the sound of his mind engine running rapidly. The sages were staring at him. Hades subconsciously lifted his foot and walked towards the sphere in the center of the hall. It was a static neutron star model, and the mass bullet bow developed by Faos was prominently displayed on it.

Next to this miniature model is a long parchment, suspended in a static field.

This is the personal "traces" left by the developer of the bullet bow.

Hades lowered his eyes; to his surprise, the main body of the parchment was a list of names.

Before that long list of names were a few short paragraphs.

To Hades:

Hello, our revered Hades, we are the entire research and development team of the Phaeus Y675.

Four thousand three hundred and forty-five years have passed since you ascended to Phaeos and bestowed upon us pure reason.

We are the 675th research team established by Faos under your guidance to develop faster-than-light technology to escape subspace.

We look forward to your return to the bright years between us, and we will live up to your expectations by bringing to the Empire a way of sailing that is truly free from ignorance and divination.

The following is a list of personnel involved in the research and development (as of M39, [] indicates deceased personnel):

[阿丽森s-76]、[蒋芹0G6]、[o7y89]……

……

……

】

Hades silently wrote down each name; the last item on the parchment was…

By your grace, Hades, we have not failed; we have succeeded.

However, we know that the advent of this technology will be accompanied by bloodshed and turmoil, but we are prepared to defend it and will live up to the name of Hades.

In the name of Om Messiah, in the name of Hades, Hades, we pray for your blessings.

Let the light of truth dispel the long night of ignorance.

This is the mission you entrusted to us, and it is also the final wish of our R&D team.

799.M35

Faos Y675 R&D Team

】

The bright white light of the neutron star shone on Hades, who held the letter and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, a very faint sigh was heard.

"It's not you who should thank me, it's me who should thank you... it's humanity that should thank you."

Perhaps this is why Neos never wanted to give up on humanity...

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 593: The Underworld Cult

The two sat facing each other beneath the enormous statue of Hades.

"Just give the order."

Kirkland said, "At least 307 casting worlds will immediately swarm around you as the chief honorary representative."

Hades' lips twitched beneath his mask, but his gaze remained unchanged.

"How does this differ from my current position within the Cult of Mechanics?"

"There is no real difference, but you can legitimately command these casting worlds."

Kirkland said calmly, but Hades always felt that beneath the sage's words lay a torrent of molten lava.

"You know, although we all belong to the glory of the great god of all machines, the various forging worlds are not friendly with each other—each forging world has its own faction."

"With the Death Guard's mediation, Faus, Greier, and Mient formed a confederation, which together reached an alliance with the remaining seventeen Forging Worlds."

Hades blinked, and the enormous sculpture cast a shadow, enveloping him and Kirkland.

"I suspect—you twenty forging worlds have also fought each other?"

This question came from Hades' intuition.

He had just witnessed the sages fighting over the chance to speak with him.

Kirkland remained unfazed. "Yes, but please rest assured that our academic dispute is correct, legal, and welcomed by all parties. It will not slow down the research progress."

Hades wanted to say, "Really? I don't believe it."

While the sages' scientific achievements are touching and worthy of praise and reward, these mechanical sages are also unparalleled in their inhumanity.

It is something to be wary of.

Just now, for example, the daring sage rushed over and tried to grab a piece of Hades' armor—but in front of the black-faced Hades and Kirkland, his answer was that the artifacts of Hades had the special effect of strong luck.

Therefore, he hoped to take a fragment back to enshrine in the ranks of the Thinkers.

This is a scientific superstition based on theological tradition.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the sage, Hades ultimately gave him a small metal sculpture himself.

Hades then realized something was wrong.

Because the moment he sent out the metal sculpture, he heard the roar of countless engines.

A sea of ​​scarlet silk rushed toward him.

Don't come any closer!

“Wait a minute!!!”

Left with no other choice, Hades had to activate the Dark Realm Silence.

Hades was thoroughly enjoying himself, wiping the sweat from his brow.

But in the end, under Kirkland's death gaze, Hades still completed the reception and gift-giving for the sages one by one. He never imagined that the Void Dragon's ability would be so useful in creating gifts from the void.

Hades blinked and looked at Kirkland, who was making up a story with a straight face.

"Then why are you still waging academic warfare when Death Guard is acting as a go-between?"

"To prove whether you are a god or a man."

Kirkland readily agreed, staring at Hades.

"Great academic ideas always need to be exchanged in order to be perfectly presented to the world."

Hades recalled what he had been told earlier, which sounded like Kirkland and King had fought, and King had won, allowing him to retain his crumbling human status.

The Hades statue that enveloped them stood silently; it was the last stand of Faus and Kirkland, not the Hades statue of King's faction, which was crouching on the ground, reaching out to the believers.

Instead, the sculpture stands upright, its hand outstretched, grasping a sickle, pointing high into the vast nebula on the ceiling of the stargazing observatory.

As His arms were raised, layers of black robes hung down, the slender hems of the robes sliding down the sculpture like heavy curtains, cleverly blocking the eerie starlight shining down from the night sky.

And now, Hades and Kirkland are sitting in this shadow.

At first, Hades felt a little uncomfortable, but after seeing the numerous decorations and sculptures about him on the No. 21 ship, Hades became numb.

Scythe, black robe, black light, Cerberus, various proverbs, and the running Blackstone equipment...

He felt as if he were walking on a giant ship decorated with various Pluto-related items.

Hades certainly wanted to remove them, but considering that it would be a waste of time and money, and that Kirkland might commemorate him in another way, Hades had to swallow his criticisms.

Moreover, these are byproducts of the Hades Cult, and as long as the Hades Cult exists, these creations will continue to appear.

Hades had complex feelings about the Cult of Hades. On the one hand, he did not want to be praised and mythologized by people, but on the other hand, it was indeed the fastest and most convenient way to connect with his dark realm.

Hades could not force those who needed the Dark Domain to expel the contamination of the Warp to pray to him based on his own likes or dislikes.

"...I am a human being."

Hades said helplessly, "Perhaps my behavior is slightly different from what you normally think of as a human being—but I'm sure it's not that different."

Kirkland stared at Hades, who was wearing a metal mask.

“I understand, sir.”

"but……"