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

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Makado paused.

"The Lord of Mankind has made his decision; he will wager this gamble."

The old man gazed at Hades with melancholy.

"If you are really worried about this, Hades, keep an eye on Magnus for me and give him more advice. You might be able to make him struggle less when we take coercive measures."

"Time is running out... You are only allowed to guard Magnus while he is dealing with Prospero."

Hades opened his mouth. See? This is top-tier PUA. In the end, he took over Makado's job, and Makado even told him to seize this opportunity to work.

Seeing that Makado was about to leave, Hades quickly spoke up.

"...One last question, how is the Emperor?"

Makado paused for a moment as he walked away.

“Oh well, but he’s used to it.”

That's it! Great!

Chapter 377 Interlude: The Four Who Exploded the Floor

Vox awoke in a near-death, delirious state.

He felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and every part of his body ached. He estimated that all his ribs were broken—no, Vox quickly assessed the situation and concluded that he was most likely suffering from multiple comminuted fractures.

He heard the wolf howling loudly. Bjorn's condition was probably similar to Vox's; he was bound up from head to toe and unable to move.

"By All Father! All Father! You damned grease and Death Guard!"

Jin, who was guarding the Space Wolf's sickbed, suddenly slapped the wolf's bandaged calf. After letting out a deafening scream, Bjorn could only groan weakly.

Vox realized with horror that he had just heard what sounded like bones breaking.

"Behave yourself, little dog."

A cheerful electronic voice rang out, and the Great Sage's appendage tapped Bjorn's broken leg once more in a friendly manner.

"Given that the only people who can move in this room right now are two motor enthusiasts."

Kirkland was there too? Vox struggled to open his eyes, but he couldn't see clearly. Through his blurry vision, he saw a golden figure slowly devouring something.

never mind.

Vox lay back down, deciding to play dead; as long as he didn't move, he wouldn't be unlucky anymore.

Stay away from oil enthusiasts; that's the only thing Vox realized.

Although he was eager to know what happened after that, the last thing Vox knew was Mortarion's back—and further ahead was Hades's figure, but now that Hades had arrived, things would surely get better.

Although Vox solemnly believed that from now on, such things should be done by Garo, and he would no longer be complacent about the special tasks given to him by the Primarch, he could not bear it.

Let Jialuo do it.

"Damn Death Guard!"

Vox suddenly struggled to sit up, and his hospital bed shook.

"I'm awake, you little bastard!"

"You stinking bastards! You've ruined everything!"

Messed up?!

Vox wasn't sure, but since Kim was still alive and kicking, it meant they hadn't done anything wrong, Vox shouted.

"Otherwise what?! Do you think those guys will actually take a serious look at the pitiful little bit of evidence you brought? They'll just cover it up! It's always like that! Only dogs want to act according to their master's rules!"

Bjorn let out a tremendous roar, and for a moment Vox thought he would drag his broken leg over to fight him, but it didn't matter. Vox believed he could win; he could even team up with Kim and Kirkland to fight the wolves—

"Jin! Give him this for me! I'll tell Hades-senpai that you're a really nice person next time he comes over!"

Without hesitation, Jin slammed his limb into the wolf's other leg, and with another crisp crack, Vox was satisfied.

"Thank you for your kind words, Company Commander Vox."

Jin said happily.

The room was now filled with the howls and roars of wolves, but seemingly realizing he was outnumbered, Bjorn resorted to cursing in broken Fenris, which made him sound more like a dog barking.

Then Vox heard another unfamiliar voice—

"...Where is this?"

Why is that Imperial Guard Amon here too?! Vox recalled the scene of him holding onto the Imperial Guard to prevent him from getting up.

Vox heard the even more unfortunate guard trying to stand up, but clearly he couldn't. The guard struggled painfully, and Vox saw King carry the struggling Kirkland to another bed.

"Hello, Imperial Guard Amon, you are injured and have been instructed by Regent Makado to recuperate here with us—don't worry, Lord Makado will be here soon."

The message contained in Jin's words made the wolf stop howling completely. "As expected of a dog," Vox thought to himself. But he also quietly changed his lying position to make himself look more dignified.

...Although it's like a corpse trying to pose itself better.

Just as Vox had transformed back into a handsome corpse, he heard the Kirkland Sage's voice, now free, followed by the sound of a door opening and several heavy footsteps—

A figure walked straight up to him and took his hand.

Is it the original?!

【……well done.】

Mortarian shook Vox's hand, then carefully lowered it. He glanced sideways at Lemanrus, who roared and slammed his hand on Bjorn's bedside.

My good wolf cub!

Makado squeezed between the two massive Primarchs. The old man, his face as stern as ever, walked to the Imperial Guard's bedside to examine his condition, and a golden psionic light shone forth.

Kim naturally followed Macado to his side, while Kirkland ran to Mortalian's side.

"...My lord, what happened in the end?"

Vox asked Mortalian in a hoarse voice, and he heard Mortalian's calm reply.

[The Senko have been eliminated; now we're heading to Prospero to capture the remaining Senko.]

An entire legion was canceled?!

Vox shuddered violently, and Mortarian's voice immediately rang out.

【You did well, Vox. Don't overthink it. Our brother legions brought this upon themselves. Being taken over by the Empire is a relief for them.】

The Wolf King also laughed loudly, as if confirming Mortarian's words.

Makado, who had been keeping a straight face with his back to the others, also spoke up.

"That's a good thing."

"but,"

“Motalian, explain yourself,”

Makado said calmly,

"You seem to have developed a special medicine targeting the Imperial Guard, is that right?"

Vox heard the Wolf King's heavy breathing cease, while Mortarion's mask continued to emit a calm hiss.

I believe that Imperial Truth does not prohibit this behavior.

Motalian said with righteous indignation,

Macado's scepter scraped against the ground, and the old man seemed to want to swing the stick—but what would he do with the scepter?

Makado took a deep breath, and the Imperial Guard Amon saw the veins bulging on the old man's hand holding the scepter.

"...Okay, okay."

The old man muttered to himself.

“I spoke with Hades this morning and with you this afternoon—I should have just let the Lord do this.”

Makado said through gritted teeth,

"Motalian, the Empire tolerates your underhanded tactics, but you must understand that they cannot be directed at the Emperor's personal guard. If it weren't for my lord's understanding of you, you and your Death Guard would also suffer the consequences—"

Mortarian helplessly spread his hands.

Okay, I won't do it again.

Mortarian looked at Makado,

However, I still suggest including this in the Imperial Truth...

The wolf king snored.

Brother, how about we discuss cooperation next?

Mortarian gave a forced smile and changed the subject.

Thank you so much to the guild leader who was completely overwhelmed by the flood of updates!!! I'll try my best to update more frequently!!!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 378 The red man has a foolish heart

Magnus shifted slightly, while Hades, who was resting his chin on his hand opposite him, remained motionless, but his wandering gaze immediately fixed on Magnus.

Magnus stopped moving again. Hades blinked, shifted to a more comfortable position, and lay down on the table. He was wondering if he should request a small lathe to be brought over, otherwise Hades' life for the past few months would consist of eating and guarding Magnus.

Hades thought to himself, rather bored, that it would be good to bring over a few books.

Magnus was in prison, but Hades, who was guarding him, was also in prison in a different way.

It's been over ten days, and Hades has already memorized the menu of the Imperial Dream's mess hall.

Of course, Hades didn't eat a single meal during those ten days, while Magnus didn't drink a drop of water, but given the Primarch's constitution, Hades wasn't worried at all about Magnus suddenly dying.

If Magnus had remained "silent and obedient" all along, the Emperor could have simply thrown Magnus out in this state at a crucial moment, and then manipulated things with psionic powers.

But unfortunately, Magnus spoke; the Primarch's dull, cracked lips split open, bleeding, and his hoarse voice sounded like that of a desiccated corpse.

【……Who are you?】

Hades sat up straight, his eyes fixed intently on Magnus. He didn't want to answer, but he remembered Macardo's instructions.

Hades pondered for a moment, and finally spoke calmly.

"Your guardian, Hades."

Magnus trembled slightly, and a small, bitter smile appeared on his lips.

[A silly question.]

He spoke softly, and Hades knew that Magnus was mocking him. After this, Magnus fell silent again for a long time, while Hades propped his head up and increased the vigilance of the Dark Domain once more.

After that sentence, on the third day after the fifth meal delivery, Magnus tried to communicate with Hades again.

Perhaps he couldn't help but remain silent. So far, Hades believes that the only Primarch who can remain silent for a long time is Mortarion; most Primarchs have some desire to confide and some curiosity.

Have you been here all this time?

Hades blinked silently. Magnus seemed to be asking a question that would be helpful for the escape, but given that Magnus could no longer see anything and was not using psionic powers... then it was the Primarch's other senses that were helping him make the judgment.

Hades looked away, bored.

"Sometimes I'm not there."

He's always been lying; he's saying this to deceive Magnus.

Magnus frowned slightly.

You've always been there.

he said firmly.

Hades raised an eyebrow.