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

Page 480

Hades remained silent.

Euclius, his memories told him, this seemed to be the sector where the greenskins and bugs fought each other until the Great Wall was obliterated.

"Wait, what year is it now?"

"889.M41".

That's not right, the timing doesn't match.

Hades could understand, though. With his meddling, the Great Rebellion had completely gone off track, so he figured he couldn't apply outdated strategies to the present.

Perhaps he should be more optimistic. Hades sighed. He remembered that Mortalian seemed to be alright before he lost consciousness, as did Guilliman—well, mainly Guilliman.

As long as Guilliman doesn't die and operates for ten thousand years—no, as long as Guilliman operates for three thousand years—the human empire will be invincible.

He needs to ask what exactly is going on with the current human empire.

Of course—not now.

Because he was hungry, very hungry.

Hades turned his head to look at Blake. "Are you hungry?"

Blake didn't answer him immediately, but subconsciously swallowed.

"Okay, you're hungry too."

Hades made the decision for his offspring with a smile. He bent down and casually picked up the unconscious Space Marine. He was wearing a gold helmet and blue shoulders. Which chapter was he from?

Hades suddenly paused.

Wait, why was the warband still established?!

No…you should trust the Primarchs. Hades had a bad feeling, but in the end, hunger overcame his unease.

He carried the unconscious Space Marine and strode toward where his bed had fallen, with Black jogging alongside Hades.

Which warband is he from?

Hades said casually,

“My father, he is Barry of the Sky Lions, son of Dorn.”

Oh... that's a really unlucky chapter.

Leaning against the bed—Hades couldn't help but think that thing looked like a coffin—Hades put Barry down and did a quick check. The psionicist wasn't in any immediate danger; he had just fainted.

Hades coughed.

The soul of a think tank is very tempting; Hades almost accidentally swallowed it.

He put the think tank away, then peeked at his bed. Hades had been so shocked that he forgot to check what the Figurine King had left for him.

Okay, there's only one bed with the same pattern as his grandpa's pair of shorts.

The background is light green, and a bunch of cute little guardians are printed on it.

There's also a cute chibi-style Little Guardian doll.

Oh ho, it's actually quite cute. Hades instinctively grabbed the Guardian Doll—

But where are his armor and weapons?! Tarachin, you son of a bitch! Where did all that massive armor and weaponry go?!

As if sensing Hades's inner roar, a letter fell out from the small toy he was guarding.

Hades opened the letter without hesitation:

To Hades:

Hello, you freeloader who eats and drinks off my other collections, by the time you see this letter, I will have completely run away from you.

I imagine you're standing amidst a horde of insects, completely unaware of your situation. So, let me keep it brief and give you a simple overview of your predicament.

First, there's the IOU.

During the years I sheltered you, you "ate" me in total:

Void Dragon Fragment *1

Nightbringer Fragment *1

Fraudster Fragment *1 (As it turns out, I shouldn't have fed you this, I'll explain later)

Stars*7

……

】

Hades quickly flipped through a few pages; the IOUs alone were already three pages long. He promptly turned the page.

【…

Precious metals*N

The Soul of an Insignificant Collection*N

Therefore, I hope that after you wake up, you will make amends to me with the same precious items or information.

I was unwilling to awaken you and continue to be my collection. In fact, even six thousand years ago, when your dark domain suddenly went berserk, I never considered throwing you away.

But my arch-nemesis, Aurican, came looking for trouble.

That self-righteous idiot figured out something beyond the prophecy—I'm not saying he was making a prophecy, but how could he have figured out something beyond the prophecy?

Because of his self-righteous prediction, this idiot has spent hundreds of years investigating my whereabouts.

He succeeded in the end; he found me outside the river, and my museum—and naturally, he also saw you in the museum.

We had a fight, and thanks to your false emperor, that bell struck that bastard precisely, accurately, and heavily, knocking him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, I punched him hard in the face, straddled him and slapped him, while he spat garbage from his reactor at me and smashed my other display cases with an extremely insidious trick.

What followed was a chaotic brawl I'd rather not recount, but all you need to remember is that I saved my museum, my collection—including you, who were still fast asleep—and that I slapped Auricham seventeen times.

Finally, that bastard scrambled out of my museum, but he went off to find other dynasties. His intrusion completely shattered the balance I had built within the museum, which meant…

Your existence has been exposed.

Forgive my bluntness, but to the warp and other beings, your aura is like the excrement that has been fermenting for thousands of years after being expelled from your damned excretory system.

I don’t think my other kin wouldn’t have any thoughts about you, and—do you remember the Deceitful Fragment I fed you?

Actually, I absolutely loathe that piece of debris, so I decided to just throw it at you and let you destroy it completely.

But it seems that this has also drawn the attention of other fraudsters.

An existence capable of devouring and fusing fragments of different Star Gods is tempting enough, even to those indifferent to the warp.

I can shield you from the gaze of chaos, but as for them—I am powerless, and I realize that other dynasties will take notice of you, and then they will come after my dynasty, and then my superiors will come to me.

As for me, I was just a museum curator who was so weak that I slapped Auricham seventeen times.

So I immediately decided that it was time to wake you up and let you go out and wreak havoc on other races.

For some reason—in order to avoid the damn prophecy—I had to choose the most insignificant day in the so-called "fate," while taking advantage of the chaos caused by Tyrion to cover up your existence.

Right now, I estimate that apart from Aurican and me, no one else has noticed you.

However, as soon as you leave the star system ravaged by the Tyranids, or come into contact with other races, your existence will be quickly exposed.

Although I believe you are no longer concerned about the existence of any chaos, you should know that since you fell into a slumber ten thousand years ago, chaos has existed in the galaxy.

Actually, this is also to clear my name of any connection with you. I advise you to delay emerging from Tyron's shadow so that I can win the lawsuit.

Yes, in order to stop that madman Aurican from biting me, I've decided to take him down first. I'm going to court to point out to all the cowards that this damned bastard has trespassed on my property again.

The court has already installed anti-time travel equipment because this guy used time travel while fighting the case last time. I'm going to win this time.

That's it. I'm going to file a lawsuit. As your creditor and your caretaker for the next ten thousand years, I hope you'll stay in this star system for at least a year.

There are hardly any human civilizations left in this star system, but I believe you can survive.

Because of the time constraint, I don't have time to get you weapons and armor, but you've already learned to use Blackstone, so make yourself a set using your own bed.

good luck.

—Your creditor, Tarahim.

P.S. Remember to pay off your debts as soon as possible.

】

Hades' hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

Maybe, but don't wait.

Chapter 554 The Endless Harshness

Hades's hand trembled slightly.

He stared silently at his bed, slowly put the letter away, and tucked it into his shorts pocket.

“Blake, carry Barry a little further away.”

Hades said calmly, as Blake behind him dragged Barry away from Hades' black coffin.

Hades raised one hand and took a deep breath.

"Don't be afraid of what happens next, Blake."

Hades, carrying Blake on his back, said softly.

Blake nodded nervously, but then he realized Hades couldn't see him, so he shouted "Yes!"

Hades held the little guardian doll in one arm, while a burst of emerald green electricity erupted from between the fingers of his other hand!

Hades' shorts moved without wind, his white hair was blown around, and bright green arcs of electricity crackled. Blake stared in disbelief as the outside of the black coffin began to melt, like chocolate under high temperature.

On the other side, Hades broke out in a cold sweat. The amount of black stone here was too low, not to mention that he had already released a black domain and an electric arc once when he woke up.

Blake's face was illuminated by a luminous green light as he watched the flowing black stone liquid float against gravity, slowly gathering under Hades's hand, gradually forming...

A brick.

The light dimmed, and Hades, clutching the brick in his hand, was speechless with emotion.

No, he's too hungry to concentrate.

Apart from the simplest geometric shapes, Hades is now focused on food.

After the shock of waking up subsided, all Hades felt was hunger.

Hades coughed awkwardly twice, then turned and walked to the side of the Prince of the Underworld.

"Um, cough, Blake, can I borrow your axe?"

Hades smoothly took Blake's little axe, then stuffed the black stone brick and the doll into Blake's hands.

"Go to the bedside and take care of Barry for a while, and rest for a bit while you do. I'll go find something to eat."

Hades went into the woods. "Remember to make a fire."

Blake stared blankly as Hades' figure disappeared into the jungle, standing there with a brick in one hand and Barry dragging him along with the other.

"Right, start a fire, start a fire."

As if remembering something, Blake dragged Barry to the side of the coffin and began collecting fuel for the fire.

Meanwhile, Hades entered the dense forest, his gaze lingering on the corpses of the insectoids—no, he didn't want to eat the Bladebugs for the time being; there didn't seem to be much to eat among them.

Hades' eyes lit up when he saw the corpse of a warrior.

He picked up the axe and ran over in a hurry.

……

Too tired... Blake leaned against the black coffin, feeling drowsy. He turned his head and looked at Barry sleeping soundly beside him, which made him even sleepier.

Father said he would be back in a little while... Blake looked up and glanced at the darkening sky; more than ten hours had passed.

Logically, Blake should have felt nervous and uneasy at this moment, but seemingly from a link with the Father of Genetics, Blake vaguely knew that he was safe now, very safe.

He hasn't slept for three months.

Blake nodded; he began to feel jealous of the sleeping Tian Shi.