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

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“Of course,” Tiss quickly replied. She had already decided to launch a quick attack and defense and could not let Tian Shi interrupt anymore. “It would be an honor for the Wood family.”

Hades nodded, stepped aside, and gestured for Tees's crew to board the ship.

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It must be said that, aside from her slight lapse in composure earlier, Miss Wood was quite capable; in just half a week, both ships were able to set sail again.

His character is well-disciplined and respected; he truly deserves to be called a ruthless person who could so readily isolate his own brother.

Hades had sealed the secret chamber long before Tees and his party arrived, and he had also sealed the room, instructing Barry and Tees not to open it.

Tees decisively used explosives to blow up the corridor leading to the house and then sealed the way with cement.

The Wood nobles' men quickly took over the ship's duties, and now Tess no longer had to hold his nose and cling to Mauro.

Hades didn't concern himself with these matters; he was only responsible for repairing and reinforcing the ship's defenses, and incidentally, continuing to teach Oglin to count.

Clever Head was delighted to see Hades again. While unloading goods, he chatted with Hades, who was drawing blueprints. According to him, he didn't want to be a female boss's bodyguard, but rather wanted to go to the real battlefield, because his brother was on the battlefield, smashing the enemy's head with a large shield.

Hades looked up from the four blueprints and glanced at the clever head. "When you get to the Death Guard, you might be able to ask them if they'll take you in."

"Okay, boss!"

Incidentally, there was another person next to O'Glen who was in charge of flexible cargo handling; that was Tiens Barry.

This is the feud between warriors and nobles. Hades said he didn't understand, but wanted to laugh.

Blake was sent to work with Tess, and although Mingzi was somewhat reluctant, he still went along.

First, let him learn administration; second, keep an eye on Tiss.

Until one day, Tess, his face flushed, ordered Hades to bring Black back.

Hades, looking completely bewildered, went over and led the silent Blake back. "What did you say?"

"I just explained to her in detail how much money a lord would need to support a small, unfortunate warband that the Empire didn't want, and who he needed to get to know. The warband had taught us these things before."

Why would the warband teach this? Are they trying to get the warriors of the Underworld to plunder the nobles' money?

But that's not the point!

Hades smacked Black on the head. Hades turned and looked around, thankfully Barry wasn't nearby.

Blake immediately changed his tune, "I meant, how should a lord pay a charity fee if he wants to fund a beloved warband?"

“Yes, that’s how you should put it,” Hades admonished. “Nobles who were saved by the Chapter are grateful and want to repay the Chapter by providing supplies in return. In return, the Chapter usually sends one or two warriors to protect the nobles – which is also a necessary means to maintain the stability of the sector.”

“Sending just one warrior will suffice,” Blake muttered. Hades patted Blake again, and the Prince of the Underworld immediately shut up.

“Don’t say that to Barry,” Hades said in a low voice at the end.

After testing Hades' intentions, Black was also sent out to move goods flexibly. Mingzi did not mention at all how he was kicked out. Black himself was a taciturn person, only occasionally correcting Oglin's miscounting.

However, on the eve of Hades' and Tiss's parting, Black was urgently summoned by the nobles to help.

After coming out, Blake gave Hades an "OK" sign.

Hades understood and gave Blake a thumbs up.

Half a week passed quickly, and it was another farewell, but this time, it seemed the two would never see each other again.

Once Hades' ships have traveled a sufficient distance, Tess and his party will immediately undergo a warp jump.

The nobles' attitude towards them softened considerably this time, and this credit may be attributed to Black, while Hades merely improved Oglin's favorability.

With the large ship and abundant supplies, Tess was beaming with pride. She had changed into a long dress, her chest adorned with various medals awarded to her family by the Empire. The crinoline supported the brown fabric as she stood beside Barry, the hem of her dress seemingly brushing against the battered power armor of the Sky Lion.

"Pluto, your grace will be forever unforgettable for the Wood family, and we will repay your kindness with our lives."

"Pluto, Celestial Lion will surely complete your mission."

Hades nodded, but he didn't answer the two men because he was busy dealing with Oglin, who was clinging to him and crying loudly.

"Boss! Don't go!"

"I have to go! Smart brain! You go and complete your mission, and we'll meet again someday!"

"Boss, take me with you!"

Hades blinked and coughed twice. "Actually... I already have an Oglin in my team."

Hades, through a combination of deception and trickery, finally got the clever little brain back, looking back every few steps.

Hades sighed inwardly. With another Oglin on board, he would need to devote even more energy to managing him.

Under everyone's gaze, Hades boarded the ship, and behind him, Black suddenly rushed in front of Oglin.

You didn't see me off.

Blake said.

So Oglin, who was wiping his nose, immediately gave Blake a sad but warm hug, and only then did Blake leave satisfied.

The nobleman was very thoughtful. After learning that Hades was unwilling to bring more people, Tess had already left enough automated servants on his previous ship to operate the small boat. In addition, Tess also instructed the old crew to explain the ship's problems and some precautions for sailing to Hades and Black.

Supplies and fuel were plentiful, enough for Hades and his party—mainly Black—to last until the next star system.

Beside the porthole, the eerie, chaotic light of the warp slowly faded from Hades' face. Hades blinked, then scanned the ship once more with his Dark Domain.

"Come out."

Hades casually said this, taking the red stone from his waist and throwing it into the air.

The next moment, Magnus appeared amidst a natural sound resembling a psionic shriek.

The crimson king took a deep breath, stretched out his limbs, and muttered incantations, seemingly looking down on the mortals who forced him to hide.

The Primarch kept moving around, examining the new ship.

"Old and worn," Magnus said bluntly, """and—"Magnus paused for a moment, """a chapel?!"

“Respect other people’s beliefs,” Hades said. “If you’d like, I can also show you the statue the Empire cast for me.”

【no way!】

Magnus immediately declined, saying, "I would much rather appreciate and study my father's church."

The religion established by Death Guard is chaotic, overly profit-driven, lacks research value, and contains no profound meaning whatsoever. No, absolutely not.

"Given that your only two comrades are the Death Guard and their sub-groups, I'm giving you a chance to rephrase your words, Magnus."

"No," Magnus said, "a scholar would never admit to knowledge that has not been established."

“Well,” Hades said, “but scholars might choose to keep quiet.”

He immediately activated the Dark Domain, and Magnus roared as he turned back into a stone and fell to the ground.

Blake picked up the red stone and looked at Hades.

"Go and play."

Hades said that he was also looking for a suitable planet on the map, a planet where there were no humans anymore, and he needed to find one where everyone was green.

Half an hour later, Magnus appeared outside the porthole where Hades was.

At high speed, a red stone tied with a rope kept hitting the porthole, while the illusory image of Magnus flashed and pounded on the porthole.

The illusory image couldn't get in, of course, because Hades enveloped the ship with his dark domain.

Have you learned to shut up?

Hades asked calmly, knocking on the porthole.

His response was a roar from Magnus with his mouth wide open.

I apologize! I apologize for the ingenious and unique culture of Death Guard Barbaros!!!

So Hades had Black bring back the Magnus Stone, and the kind-hearted Hades wiped the stone with a cloth to remove the frost that had condensed due to the low temperature.

[The evil soulless...]

The stone made a weak sound, but Hades hummed a tune and ignored it.

Maybe, don't wait.

Chapter 566 WAAAAAGH! ! !

"So, what's the first step?"

"Kill," Magnus nodded. "Abundant death...opens the path to the vast ocean."

"Just kill? I thought there would be some prior preparations."

Magnus paused, but after a slight hesitation, the Primarch spoke in an undeniable voice,

Kill them first.

"All right,"

Hades said, turning his head to stare at the planet he had chosen. After a long voyage, they had avoided the Tyranids' route, and in a corner unnoticed by anyone, a small boat entered the territory of the Greenskin Empire.

This is a green-skinned planet that has not yet developed interstellar technology. The green-skinned tribes on it may still be fighting each other, trying to fight for a true leader.

Or perhaps it has just been unified by a large green skin and is preparing to set off towards the vast sea of ​​stars.

The greenskins grew naturally and vigorously, but those greenskins who kept going "WAAAGH" to and fro would never know.

Nightmares will descend from above.

"Then kill."

Hades said.

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"Do it for me!!!"

The foreman, wielding his big iron bar, poked the lazy little brat. The brat shrieked and then began digging the hole in front of him even harder.

The boy snorted with satisfaction, "Otherwise I'll eat you up!" He then turned to the side and kicked another fart in the buttocks!

The little brat plunged headfirst into the pit, but instead of screaming, he dug even harder.

"Brother Gao is here!"

The foreman covered his eyes.

"You bastard, you shoved the dirt into another hole!"

Green-skinned man reached into the pit, grabbed the damned brat, and glared fiercely at the little rascal with his beady green eyes. "It's all your fault! You're the ones who prevented me from participating in the big WAAAAAGH!!!"

He licked his lips.

I'm going to eat you!

The little boy watched happily as the little fart in his hand made a giggling, begging sound; it was inviting him to bite it! Greenie opened his mouth wide, raised his head to his neck, making a crunching sound, lifted the fart, licked its little face with his tongue, and was about to shove it directly into his mouth.

what is that?

The little boy's tiny eyes reflected a sky without a single cloud. He saw a small, bald, smooth iron bird, not at all like a WAAAAAGH!

What a little gadget!

Green Skin was the first to think of it, then his almost nonexistent brain stopped. He stared blankly at the iron bird, which was getting bigger and bigger, but still didn't look like it.

The fart spirit used its tiny legs and hands to pin his mouth shut, and he let it try to beat his tongue.

The iron bird, now a large iron bird, swiftly flew over his head, and then the iron bird's large belly opened with a clang, revealing a dark, lumpy object stuck inside.

Thud! Something dark fell down, crashing straight to the ground. WAAAAAAGH! The foreman finally realized it was a huge black shrimp!

WAAAAAGH!!

He immediately knew that this big black guy must be a good fighter, and he was just about to pick up a stick and have a good fight when suddenly, his idea of ​​hitting the big black guy with the stick vanished with a snap!

He watched helplessly as the sky and earth began to move! No! He turned upside down on his own! He fell limply down like a boneless fart.

In his tiny, beady eyes, the last scene was of such a huge sun going out right in front of him!

The end of the world is coming! Before the foreman could even grasp the thought, he fell into a deep sleep, collapsing to the ground along with the bastards around him.

—Bang! !!

A huge cloud of dust rose, and amidst the billowing smoke, countless green-skinned corpses lay limp on the ground, while the silhouette of a giant vaguely appeared.

The green juice, crushed by being trampled, splattered onto the helmet boots, dripping down in a sticky stream. The dust hissed underfoot, and a red light flashed, observing the corpses scattered on the ground.