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

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The Bonebreaker narrowed its eyes, staring at the burning giant trapped inside the green rice dumpling—

It calls itself a god, and this will be their only chance to defeat the big black monster.

A tattered piece of golden silk, mixed in with the screams of the burning man, vanished in an instant.

...You will launch a massive waaaaagh...

A soft murmur arose, and the Bonebreaker sat down, continuing to ponder its grand expedition plan.

...It's about to weaken...Quick...Go quickly...

It will kill the big black monster first, and then unleash its WAAAAAAAGH!!!

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You're not planning to tell him this?!

"...I'm not sure if this is just my imagination."

Blake said hesitantly,

"We can't convince him with just a few words; he won't believe us."

The son of Hades said hesitantly, "And he's been under too much pressure lately."

Magnus cursed a few more times while circling around, and finally, the Primarch said with a mixture of helplessness and anger,

Okay, okay, you're right, kid.

But have you ever considered what would happen if the Empire saw this—

Magnus spread his arms, encompassing the orderly green society around him.

What will they do about all this?

"You are a man of this era, Blake. You know how madly the human empire has become—"

If they saw that Oglin with his arm around a greenskin, even the most lenient inquisitor would immediately declare the Church of the Dead heretical!

"Those who come may not necessarily be from Terra."

Blake responded sullenly.

"If it were the son of Hades or the Death Guard, they would stop the people of Terra."

[Will the son of Hades or the Death Guard be able to accept the fact that he sees a green-skinned Oglin?]

Blake fell into a deep silence.

After a long while, a faint sound emerged from within the black helmet.

"Oh."

Magnus took a deep breath. If it weren't for the fact that Tyranny's main fleet was rushing over, he would have loved to berate the two unreliable Oglins!

After this battle ended,

Magnus said,

Tell him your confusion and feelings, Blake—whether he believes you or not is his decision.

"I think," Magnus raised his voice, "I think he would at least believe—"

The Primarch recalled Hades's weak, listless appearance, his constant overtime work, and his unapproachable demeanor.

【--you.】

His voice trailed off again.

"……you are right."

Blake said sullenly, seemingly finding some comfort in the impending battle.

In the communication projection, Blake picked up an axe.

"May your military prowess be abundant, my lord."

Great! That's it!

Chapter 585 Clear Distinction Between Love and Hate

"you say,"

Blake's battle predecessor, Corber, son of Hades, was staring intently at Blake, his gaze reminding Blake of some dangerous and unstable canine beast.

"Should we have nutritious porridge or roasted mushrooms tonight?"

Blake, who was secretly nervous, breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought that Cobb, after finishing his political literacy class, was going to give some long speech, which he was indeed not good at discussing.

Blake thought for a moment,

"...roasted mushrooms."

"I've decided to eat them all."

Kober said seriously,

"Although that annoying sage said Hades prefers nutritious porridge—roasted mushrooms are not out of the question either."

"..."

Blake realized this was the prelude to some kind of ingenious idea Cobb was about to implement; unlike Blake, his fellow fighters all had their own unique perspectives on politics.

Blake continued walking silently down the corridor.

His fellow combat comrades, who had finished their training together, walked noisily toward the canteen, making the corridor very noisy, extremely noisy.

The atmosphere is completely different from other warbands.

Blake could sense Cobb scratching his head absentmindedly, a sign that he was embarrassed.

Kober could have joined the smaller, more active groups, but in order to integrate Blake into the circle of his fighting brothers, this senior who had captured Blake and brought him to the Sons of Hades was determined to talk to him.

Kober seemed apologetic for Blake's awkwardness, and he repeatedly probed whether Blake had something on his mind—

Did he still have an elderly mother and young children at home? Or was Blake preparing to confess his love to his beloved girl and spend the rest of his life with her on that bleak afternoon when Cobb grabbed Blake and dragged him onto the boat?

Blake's response was a serious shake of his head; he said no.

He was simply conducting a routine hunt to fill his stomach.

Before this, he had been living alone in the wilderness outside the hive for a long time, so long that he himself could not remember when he had been alone.

Then a ship came from the horizon, and a giant got off. The giant glanced at him, picked him up, and carried him away.

He did not resist because he did not feel any malice.

Kober recalled that the kid was terrified.

After confirming that Blake had no past issues, Kober started harassing Kim again—he believed that Blake might have used the wrong seed during the surgery, or that the Legion had switched him.

Kim's response was to check the surgical records and then kick the child out of the lab.

"Blake? Blake?"

Cobb's voice pulled Blake back to reality. Blake looked at the similar scene in the corridor. In two minutes, they would arrive at the cafeteria.

"?"

Blake gave Cobb a brief reply, and Cobb immediately followed up with the question.

"Blake, what do you think of the son of Hades?"

……

Blake's gaze swept subtly across the crowd, which remained as noisy as before. The newcomers, however, had already noticed the subtle shift in the atmosphere, and the other warriors pricked up their ears.

Perhaps only the son of Hades would ask a new blood member such a question.

"very good."

Blake answered truthfully and sullenly.

His veteran fighter frowned, stroked his beard, and patted Blake on the shoulder, seemingly trying to determine whether Blake was telling the truth.

"You haven't had any resistance training?"

Blake shook his head.

"I took every game seriously."

Kober gasped.

"That's true..." and "Not slacking off..." alternated between his words, while the other sons of Hades also made soft murmurs.

Within five seconds, through the surrounding Hades' sons, Blake overheard at least three ways to slack off during training.

Blake was used to it.

Kober stroked his beard, scratching his large stubble as he stared at Blake in thought.

“Black, if you’re feeling unwell, just say so. If all else fails, the Warband has connections to get you into your preferred Warband. If you don’t like Warband and prefer Imperial Fist or something, we can try to ask around for you—look, that guy over there, yes, hey! He saved an Imperial Fist company commander. I have connections.”

Blake shook his head again seriously, and he said frankly,

"The Hades Chapter is excellent; I wish to remain here."

Blake said that, in order to dispel Cobb's various fantastical ideas, Blake thought for a moment and deliberately added the second half of the sentence.

"Brother, do you think I shouldn't stay among the Sons of Hades?"

At this point, the eavesdropping crowd completely dropped their act and erupted in an uproar.

"Hey! No! You're just slandering me without any basis!!!"

Kober immediately launched into a frantic explanation, and from then on, he didn't need to think about what to say. Blake cleared his mind, and the nutritious porridge was at the first window.

Even as they began to eat, Cobb continued to talk incessantly, while Blake silently ate his porridge, his mind blank, missing most of what was being said.

"Perhaps you need some personal experience to find your own rhythm,"

Kober said seriously,

"Okay, I understand. You need some passion in your life, Blake. Here's what we'll do: after dinner, I'll go find the guy with the motor skills to apply for the next round of the 'Fate Vote' for you. Don't worry, our Group 8 has enough manpower. If we don't, I'll use my connections to get you into the finals. Don't worry, the group will definitely be able to vote you into the finals."

Seven days later, Blake was launched.

Blake was utterly speechless.

In fact, he is usually not very talkative.

……

"What an exhilarating educational experience!"

Kober sat atop the ruins of the hive, puffing away on a pipe the size of a Space Marine. The resting and vigilant Dark Soldiers around him teased him, to which Kober retorted without flinching, taking a puff, retorting, and then tapping the pipe again.

"Anyway, that kid was the first to see my Lord,"

Kober said with a smug look on his face.

"Hey! When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven! When the time comes, I'll just say a few words to Blake, and then go see Hades under the guise of recommending this kid into the battle group. No one can stop me then."

"Dream on! You idiot! That mute kid won't utter a word even if you punch him three times. You expect him to say a few words for you? Have you forgotten how much you worried about getting that taciturn guy to talk back then, that you lost clumps of beard?"

"That's called individuality!"

Kober raised his voice,

“Blake has been clever since he was a kid. What do you know? This is called ‘Those who achieve great things don’t speak lightly’!”

The other sons of Hades burst into laughter. Cobb paused, then, puffing out his beard and glaring, began to retort, but the other sons only laughed. Finally, Cobb couldn't help but laugh out loud as well.

"Well, anyway, our Group Eight ended up getting all the credit, so we can always make a killing," Cober said, tapping his pipe, picking up the remaining tobacco and putting it away. He stood up, and an order came through the channel: we could continue advancing.

"Let those idiots in Group Seven be envious."

Kober said, "If you tell them to take seven, they'll bark like dogs every day!"

Team leader Kober stood up, and with a simple gesture, the surrounding soldiers instantly stopped joking.

Upon receiving the team leader's order, the technical sergeant operating the unmanned vehicle initiated data transmission, transferring the 3D data of the discovered route to his helmet.

This operation was coordinated with the battle group and was the final flanking maneuver against the Bonecrushers.

"Walk."