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

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He didn't want to see Hades completely go insane.

Yay! That's all!

Chapter 541 Extra: Sorry, but this is my second playthrough (6)

Herrera leaned against the outside of the house, trembling, and kept wiping away her tears as she clung to her sister Lysa.

“It’s alright…” Lysa hugged Herira, “Lord Mortalian will have a way.”

“…I just,” Herrera sobbed, “I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.”

The two men spoke in hushed tones, while on the other side, several other people hurried over into the night, led by Vox and Karas.

The chill emanating from Karas had not yet dissipated. He frowned and nervously tried to peer into the room, but Vox stopped him.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Lysa was startled. "Karas? Weren't you in Swamp City?"

"Teleport."

Karas said in a hoarse voice, "First time using it—thanks to the recent stable psionic fluctuations."

None of the people present understood psychic powers, so the atmosphere fell silent again. It was already evening, and people stood in the darkness, saying nothing.

And inside the house——

Hades poured himself a cup of tea and looked at the nervous Mortarian in front of him.

Hades is drinking tea. Is the old man really that intimidating to the Primarch? But thinking about it, it makes sense. Mortarion was like this in his previous life. In the period before the Emperor's arrival, Mortarion clearly became very anxious.

“Don’t be nervous, Death,” Hades said. “Well… I know it’s hard for you to accept.”

Mortarian abruptly looked up, staring at Hades. "You know?"

Hades laughed twice.

"Of course I know,"

He still doesn't know Old Huang?

Hades noticed that Mortarian was visibly becoming nervous.

"—Your biological father is coming to pick you up. I know you don't want to, Death, but... uh... um... um... he is, after all, your biological father."

Mortalian instantly deflated again; just look at how much damage his own father could inflict on the Primarch.

Hades sighed and slowly took a sip of tea.

“I know your biological father, Neos—he’s a jerk, but he’s a good man.”

"Don't worry, he will definitely praise you highly."

Hades thought to himself, "It would be best if it also had some gold in it."

"I can find some gold for you from my material library. What kind of decoration do you want? But I'm warning you, the bigger, more extravagant, and shinier the better."

Hades pondered, but then watched as Mortarion slowly lowered his head, his hood obscuring the Primarch's face, preventing Hades from seeing Mortarion's expression.

...It is indeed a hard fact to accept.

Hades realized that not all Primarchs were happy to have a powerful father figure, especially someone like Mortarion, whose fate was to be cursed by his father.

Hades stopped talking, intending to let Mortarian calm down.

He picked up his cup, slowly sipped his tea, and pondered whether he should rush up and call him Old Huang or Old Man Huang.

Or he could call out to Lao Ma first...

Just as Hades was about to drift off into daydreams again, Mortarian in front of him swayed and spoke in a weak yet firm voice,

You are my only father, Hardy.

Hades nearly spat his tea in Mortarian's face; he jerked his head away, spraying the water all over the floor.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough—What are you coughing about?!"

"What?! What did you say?!"

Hades cried out in terror, "I wanted to be your brother, but you want to be my son?!" But before he could react, Hades suddenly felt his "soul" being punched hard by the angry weasel with psychic energy.

Hades felt tiny Nuggets fluttering before his eyes.

He quickly used his Dark Domain to block the angry psionic attack from a large, golden-haired man. As the wave of psionic energy subsided, Hades breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat up straight and looked at Mortarian across from him. He saw Mortarian standing there, looking stunned, at a loss, and even a little panicked.

Hades coughed.

“It’s alright,” he said calmly. “I know your biological father…he may have just lost control.”

Mortarion's mouth moved a few times, as if the Primarch wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Hades gestured for him to sit down, so Mortarion slowly sat back down.

Hades remained silent for a while, pondering to himself, before finally speaking slowly.

“I know I’ve been teaching you all these years, Mortalian,”

Hades said seriously, "But I still consider myself your brother because I am still young."

“If you’re really worried,” Hades said, “we can swear a blood oath—just a formality.”

【…】

What is a blood oath?

Hades blinked. “Set the table, put food on it, preferably animal heads, braised, and then face the table, smear blood around their mouths to show their loyalty and alliance.”

Mortarian swayed.

【No.】

“Alright,” Hades said, “but I want you to know that I absolutely trust you, Mortarian.”

I understand.

Mortalian spoke hoarsely, and the Primarch remained silent for a moment, as if reviewing Hades's behavior just now.

Mortarian suddenly asked,

【……How old are you?】

Hades fell silent.

"Uh... well... ah... over ten thousand years old?"

Mortarian stared at Hades, who stared awkwardly at the wall.

Oh no, the boomerang went back!

All things considered, Motalian is probably only in his twenties or thirties.

Mortarian let out a long sigh.

"Then... if what you said is true, how did you get here, Hades?"

Hades fell silent again, because he didn't know either.

"I took a nap, and when I woke up I was on Barbarossa."

Hades said it truthfully.

The Primarch continued, "So how did you become acquainted with... this Neos you mentioned?"

He knows this question!

Hades quickly said, "I was reborn, or rather, I traveled through time, Mortarian—you know what I mean? It's like waking up and finding yourself back in the past."

The Primarch stared at him. [Continue.]

"In my previous life, I also started as a Barbarus. Oh dear, that was a disastrous start. But I developed well later, and then your father, the Emperor, came to take you away."

"Your own father descended from the heavens like a celestial being! He rescued you and brought you back!"

"Nyos may be stingy, but he gave you an entire legion! Mortarion, do you know that? An entire legion!"

Hades spoke to Mortalian as briefly as possible, but the Primarch did not pull down his hood to cover his eyes and remained silent.

"Can he really cure Hades?" Mortarian wondered.

When did Hades' condition become so serious?

The more vividly and eloquently Hades spoke, the more Mortalian felt as if he were standing on the edge of an abyss. Had the work of the past ten years or so worn Hades down, or was it an old ailment left over from the fight against the alien lords?

"...So, that's how it is."

Hades said he had simplified the process as much as possible and also gave Mortalian a brief introduction to the composition of the Legion, making it easier for Mortalian to take over the Deathguard later.

【……fine.】

Motarian said sullenly,

Hades chuckled, “Don’t worry, Death. With the Empire’s resources, Barbarus will be developed very well. Just wait and see when I have a chat with the Mechanicus.”

Hades was under too much pressure… Mortalian wondered, had the construction of Barbarus finally crushed him? He hadn't shown any signs of fatigue before, but unexpectedly…

Barbarossa is already doing very well.

Motalian said,

[There are no enemies that pose a threat to humanity, and three major transportation routes have been built under your planning; you personally searched for and mined minerals, and you even proposed hospitals and schools... all of this was your doing, Hades.]

Hades chuckled. "I'm a second-time player, I've read the guides, this isn't something anyone can do."

In fact, he usually just starts something and then runs away, leaving the rest under the guise of training the younger generation.

"Small idea!"

Hades waved his hand confidently, "Anyone with hands can do it."

I just want you to know that you are important to Barbaross.

Mortarian said seriously, "So..."

He didn't finish his sentence; his barely audible words were drowned out by Hades' hearty laughter.

"Of course I'm important!" Hades flashed a confident, arrogant, and cool smile. "Believe me, without me, there would be no future of beating up those four peddlers."

Mortarian looked away dejectedly; no matter what he said now, Hades was still lost in his illusions.

The Primarch slowly took out the test tube from his hand, and Hades' gaze naturally shifted to it. "For me?"

Hades naturally reached out and took it.

Mortarian nodded, trying his best to keep his hands from trembling, and handed the potion to Hades.

This was the best solution he could think of at the moment. This vial of medicine could suspend all of Hades' physiological activities and maintain his bodily functions in a fixed state as much as possible... This way, he could delay the inevitable indefinitely.

However, he has not yet developed an antidote for this drug—but he already has an idea.

If only he could find an antidote and a way to cure his adoptive father in the future...

Motalian thought... there's always a way, there's always a way, as long as technology advances further...

Hades squinted, staring at the liquid in the test tube, and shook it.

“I’m immune to drugs,” Hades said nonchalantly. “There’s no one who can drug me.”

Hades then smoothly unscrewed the test tube stopper, took a sip, and

Mortarion reached out to stop him, but in the end, the Primarch said nothing and could only watch helplessly as Hades drank.

Hades put down the test tube, smacked his lips, and stared at the remaining liquid in the test tube.

Hades turned his head and looked at Mortarion.

"This idea is good, but it's still lacking something."

Hades picked up the test tube, drank the remaining liquid, casually put it down, and looked at Mortalian to prove the potion was useless.

"I already told you your brother can't be poisoned, how could you..."

Mortarian watched as Hades collapsed onto the table.

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