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

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The miniature Death Guard in his arms made Blake even sleepier; why would he have such a strange doll...?

Blake gradually lost consciousness...

No, you can't embarrass yourself in front of the father of genetics.

Blake thought of it and forced himself to cheer up.

But after a while, his head started to shake from side to side again, and finally stopped moving.

A soft snore could be heard from beside the fire.

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In the jungle, a pair of eyes that had been flashing with killing intent and bloodlust finally regained some of their rationality.

Hades burped and rose from the mangled corpse of a giant worm.

He frowned and wiped the blood and acid from his face, certain that he might have lost his senses for a moment.

There was nothing Hades could do; he hadn't eaten for ten thousand years.

Hades stood up, turned his head, and looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground, blood splattered everywhere. As far as he could see, all of Tyrion's corpses had turned into empty shells.

Well, he only lost his senses for a very short time, just a very short while.

Hades chuckled and casually wiped the blood-stained power axe. In the dark realm, he "saw" the two little ones fast asleep.

When Hades awoke, he found that his control over the Dark Domain had become more precise—he could now control the appearance of [voids] within the Dark Domain.

If before, Hades's Dark Domain was a chaotic black tide surging outwards from him, now Hades's Dark Domain can choose to bypass a portion of its existence.

It was precisely because of his increased control over the Dark Realm that Hades was able to spare Blake and Barry's lives the moment he awoke.

In addition, Hades also felt a kind of call to his dark domain... Some small psionic energy was following him, perhaps even actively seeking his soul?

Hades paused for a moment, sensing the fluctuations of his Star God Arc.

At the edge of sight, a curtain of emerald green lightning crackled. Now, no irrational Tyrannosaurus would run into the lightning; on the contrary, the aliens cautiously kept their distance.

Hades remained silent, sensing that the Tyranids outside the electric field had begun to gather again—it seemed that new node creatures had been born.

He did not intend to use the Dark Domain again. The Tyranids were a race capable of rapid evolution, and Hades decided to be more cautious.

Moreover, it seems that the Tyranids are retreating after consuming all the biomass in other areas, as the losses outweigh the gains.

For the time being, they probably won't be going to confront Tyron head-on.

Hades realized that, given his current strength... Black and Barry were practically negligible. If he really provoked Tyrion's main force...

Hades believed he might be able to put up a fight with them, but there was no need to at the moment.

If what Taracin said is true, there is no human civilization left in this star system that he can save.

Let him ask Black what's going on with the human empire now, and then Hades can make his own decision.

Hades swallowed hard. He should go back. He had been so busy eating that he had almost forgotten about the two Space Marines lying dead there.

Hades looked around, and his tongue told him that what he had just eaten seemed to be a little harmful to the two little guys, so he should look for something less poisonous.

Hades' eyes lit up when he saw the lake, which had been turned into a thick soup of biomass by Tyrion.

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Blake awoke in a state of profound tranquility.

This was the most comfortable sleep he had ever had in his life.

Blake let out a long sigh and unconsciously stretched.

He saw Hades sitting by the fire roasting insects.

With a click, Blake stretched halfway down and made a sound.

He silently sat up straight, hoping that Hades hadn't noticed his disgraceful state.

Fortunately, Hades was focused on the Tyrannosaurus Rex, which seemed to be half-cooked, and did not notice Blake's little trick.

"grown ups."

Blake said something, and Hades turned his head and smiled at him.

"woke up?"

Hades asked casually,

“I’m awake,” Blake said dryly. “Sorry, I fell asleep—I’m willing to accept any punishment.”

“No,” Hades waved his hand, “you’ve reached your limit, it’s normal to rest for a while, try this—”

Hades handed over Tyron's pliers. Black blinked. Tyron's weapons were also alive. He saw the narrow, elongated eyes under the crevices of the styrannical shell.

It seems that he will never die in peace.

Blake closed his eyes and, with a death-defying resolve, took a bite—

It tasted just as bad as he had imagined.

He glanced at Hades, who was happily biting into something exactly like the one in his hand.

Blake remained silent.

This might be his own problem.

This could also be punishment.

Mingzi tried his best to control the twitching of his face, and in a desperate, death-defying state, he barely managed to finish the half-cooked Tyron.

"Does it taste okay?"

Hades asked, but for some reason, Black did not answer him.

Don't you like it?

Hades frowned; he thought the taste was alright.

Hades thought it might be because he wasn't used to the food.

“I’ve also collected some liquid biomass; you can drink some of this.”

Hades brought out a bowl-shaped chitinous shell containing a viscous, bright green, bubbling liquid.

Blake recognized it as Tyrion's bio-soup—Tyrion would throw any living thing into it and turn it into this bio-soup for their motherships to feed on.

As if recalling something, Hades frowned.

"But this doesn't taste very good."

Blake shuddered.

"I'm not hungry."

He said, enunciating each word carefully, "Thank you for your kindness, sir—"

He caught a glimpse of Barry, still unconscious, out of the corner of his eye.

"But I think Barry might be hungry."

He looked at the father of genetics and smiled, "I had the same idea. He's passed out and can't eat solid food. This has low toxicity, so you can feed him some."

I'm sorry, Barry.

Blake quickly took the "bowl," then pressed Barry down and forced him to drink biomass.

Hades watched this scene with satisfaction.

Finally, Barry became completely still, as if he were dead.

But Blake knew that Barry had only fallen into a deeper coma because of the nutrients he had ingested, and that his body was healing rapidly.

Blake put down the bowl with a glimmer of hope and continued to accept the insect limbs handed to him by the Father of Genetics. His tongue was now gradually getting used to the poison.

“I looked around,” Hades said. “This is the only place left on the planet. The Zerg have corroded or devoured almost all the metal. The remaining metal is not enough for me to build a signal tower.”

“Sir, Barry is a psionicist; he can summon other people.”

Blake answered immediately.

Hades paused for a moment, then said, "It seems like this is the only way."

But... will we really be able to call someone?

In fact, it was with this concern in mind that Hades, having just left the arc of electricity after his meal, used Astral Lightning to shoot down a Terran mothership—if that didn't work...

Hades sighed again.

He decided to try calling in the human fleet first; he didn't want to cramm himself into Tyranny and then leave the planet.

Hades blinked, staring at the fire.

In the brief moment he was distracted, Blake spoke.

"Sir...may I call you Father?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Blake regretted it, because Hades was staring at him expressionlessly.

Hades had imagined countless scenarios of himself waking up, such as helping Tarachin clean the museum, beating up Chaos, and performing a ritual to help Old Mo pass on...

But he never expected that he would have to deal with the issue of seniority right after waking up from a sit-up.

It's impossible not to find it eerie.

If what Blake said is true, then the Empire now has chapters that are his father—and there may even be more than one.

Even if we can laugh this off now, we'll still have to deal with at least one of the warband's kids sooner or later.

Hades fell silent.

He didn't dislike his offspring; in fact, he admired them—regardless of where they came from, they were indeed connected by blood.

It's impossible to resist a small can of food that matches your aesthetic and resembles you.

Hades even had the illusion that the chess pieces he had painted were magnified.

Hades then began to try to recall how Mortarion had faced the Death Guard.

Oh, it seems this guy is quite averse to the original Terran Death Guard.

But Motalian was pleased to have the Barbarosians call him father.

To be honest, if the sons of Hades were truly established based on his genes, then it would be perfectly acceptable for them to call Hades their father.

But... Hades remained silent.

He always feels he's still young.

It's like a model worker working himself to the bone for the company, then collapsing from overwork and falling seriously ill, only to wake up to find himself unexpectedly pregnant.

Who did this terrible thing while he was asleep?

However, it's understandable... after all, establishing a warband generally requires high-quality genetic seeds.

Hades was frantically wiping away sweat inside.

No, no, no, no, but that's not the problem.

Hades realized he had been silent for a while, so he looked at Black.

“I’m glad you asked that,”

Hades said, “That’s your right—but before that, because I’ve been asleep, I’m a little confused, and I want to ask you a question.”

Blake nodded nervously.

Hades blinked.

"Logically, most chapters call their Primarch 'Father'—if I'm not mistaken, your Primarch is the Deathguard? Then you should call Mortalian 'Father'—so why me?"

Hades watched as Blake stood frozen in shock.

After a long silence, Blake finally spoke haltingly.

“Our father is you, King. The Great Sage Jin said that our father is only you, and the son of Hades is loyal only to you.”

"Gold? Gold-306?!"

Hades' voice suddenly rose, "He... he created the Son of Hades?"

“Yes, sir,” Blake quickly explained, “every child of the underworld knows that it was the Great Sage King who used the genetic seeds and blood you left behind to establish the Sons of Hades Warband.”