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

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The moment she realized this, the black tide vanished instantly, receding along the stone walls. Without a second thought, Cyrani began to run, calling out to the God-Emperor in her heart as she chased after the nauseating sensations.

Cyrene walked through countless streets, and gradually, she discovered a pattern: every three minutes or so, the nauseating curse would descend, last for thirty seconds, and then disappear.

Not only her, but Cyrani also saw through the window that the people in her house were lying haphazardly on the ground, terrified by the sudden feeling of exhaustion.

Compared to those who stayed at home awaiting judgment, Cyrene, who was running, felt a sense of pride. Only she dared to face the demon, and the God-Emperor had granted her power—this realization made her even more devout, which allowed her to run with all her might when the next curse came.

Finally, guided by her intuition, Cyrene arrived at a secluded sculpture museum. She remembered it; it displayed traces of the gray-armored angels' conquest of the world, celebrating their achievements. People rarely visited this place.

Some dark figures appeared in her line of sight. Cyrani lay prone on the ground, and she prepared cautiously—

"stand up."

A giant in golden armor suddenly appeared, wielding a halberd, and now the silver spear was aimed at her.

Cyrani's heart skipped a beat. She shakily got up, and the dagger in her hand was knocked to the ground by the warrior's halberd as if it were a toy. She wanted to refute something, but the pressure emanating from this golden warrior far exceeded that of the previous blue-armored warrior. She tried her best, but could only glare at him angrily.

Is she going to die? Die on her journey to find the truth?

But the soldier didn't kill her. On the contrary, he stopped and whispered to his helmet, as if waiting for someone—

The next moment, in the pitch-black darkness, luminous ghostly eyes opened, floating in the air, shedding cruel and indifferent tears.

Something was approaching her in the darkness.

Cyrene felt she couldn't breathe; she began to suffocate.

A crimson light shone forth, gazing upon her, and Cyrene suddenly realized that a giant was standing before her—a real man, far taller than the soldiers.

The giant waved her hand, signaling the warrior to put down his halberd. The warrior glared at her with a sharp look, then reluctantly lowered his weapon.

"Why have you been following us?"

Cyrani gritted her teeth and said,

"I want to ask you why you destroyed this place? Why punish devout believers? We are loyal to the God-Emperor, loyal to the Empire, and have never harbored any disloyalty—"

"unless……"

Cyrani's breathing became rapid; recalling what she had just felt, she knew she had touched upon the truth.

"You are the demon, aren't you? And they are the fallen angels?"

The next moment, a loud bang rang out, and Cyrene trembled violently. She saw the giant grip the halberd that the warrior had thrust at her tightly, and the halberd even began to twist slightly under the force.

“Take it easy, Charon. After all, she is loyal to the Emperor—and extremely so, a truly dazzling light of faith.”

A relaxed voice rang out.

"Sir, I think you need to establish your dignity."

"She's just ignorant. You want to know the truth? Madam, perhaps you can come with me to see the truth."

Hades blinked, and Charon backed down, releasing his grip on the halberd.

In Hades's dark vision, there was a tiny figure following them. At first, he wondered what it was, but as time went on, he discovered that a golden flame began to burn on this soul, growing stronger and stronger.

He might know who she is... Lady Shouzhu, the only human survivor in the original story who abandoned the evacuation and faced the burning of the Perfect City head-on.

She later became a memorial for the Word Bearers to commemorate this failure, possessing the ability to calm Word Bearers who were suffering because of their faith.

Hades clapped his hands, indicating whether the woman wished to come inside the building with him. In the special perspective, there were no explosive devices buried around the sculpture gallery.

And the people inside that building?

They were already dead, not a drop of blood was shed.

That's all, 5 words for today.

Chapter 317 Intentional

In the darkness, Hades walked effortlessly past the corpses lying on the ground. The people looked like ordinary residents of the perfect city, wearing robes embroidered with prayers, as if they had suddenly collapsed while running.

Beside Hades, Cyrene covered his mouth tightly, trying to keep up with Hades' pace. The corpses looked as if they were still alive, their skins vibrant, but... but their insides had vanished.

Cyrene carefully stepped over the arm of a corpse, her heart pounding. Was this what the being beside her had done? Was this witchcraft? But could witchcraft really be so blasphemous?

She glanced as faintly as possible at the giant beside her. He looked like some kind of mysterious and ancient being, but... he didn't seem evil?

No, Cyrene told himself, you cannot judge good and evil by appearances.

Nearby, the Soulless Army, clad in black armor, had already deployed throughout the exhibition hall, carefully inspecting the exhibits with explosive guns in hand.

Only at night do these exhibits collected from alien planets become terrifying under the cover of darkness. The hall's structure is simple, just a large platform filled with various exhibits, and in the very center of the hall stands a tall imperial sculpture—an essential sculpture in every perfect city's architecture.

For some reason, the clock on the wall had long since stopped, but Cyrene remembered that the complex device, consisting of exposed cables and a small steam engine, had never stopped working.

The pointer above points to 0:07.

"All right,"

She heard the black-armored giant muttering to himself.

"I hate metaphorical things the most."

The giant headed straight towards his destination with a clear purpose. They passed a nine-armed Buddha statue, its nine eye-sized pearls gleaming eerily in the darkness; they passed a golden sword rack displaying eight swords, their rust resembling dripping blood; they passed seven bundles of wheat, seemingly crawling with maggots; they passed a hexagonal, purplish-red gauze curtain, with strangely shaped pillars lying atop the soft fabric…

Cyrena stared at them in astonishment. These exhibits were hidden among a vast array of artifacts and would not normally attract attention, especially since some of the other exhibits even contained creations made of human skin and bones. However, if one followed a specific route, visitors would inevitably pass by them.

Finally, Hades stopped in the very center of the hall, beside the statue of the emperor, who was now looking down at them with an empty gaze.

"Stand away."

Hades spoke softly, listening to the cautious footsteps of the woman beside him. Hades took a deep breath, and the next moment, surging darkness descended.

He raised the sickle—

"boom!!!"

Hades smashed into the Emperor statue!

Cyrani covered her mouth and let out a short scream. Her vision went black, and she couldn't help but pray to the Emperor in her heart.

The hard rocks peeled off like plaster, revealing a rotten and filthy core inside. An indescribable stench wafted from it, and yellowish-white pus seeped out. Countless rusty iron chains rose from the bottom of the rocks, binding the broken sword inside.

The broken sword was covered in rust, yet it still appeared exceptionally sharp, with bewitching patterns flowing across its obsidian blade.

The sword seemed to have its own life, but it was clearly on its last legs. The moment the broken sword appeared in people's sight, the darkness surrounding Hades deepened.

The moment the stench wafted out, the black-armored soldiers around Cyrene swiftly slammed a helmet onto her head. At first, Cyrene thought they were going to kill her, but when she realized they were trying to protect her, she quietly accepted the helmet.

Cyrene listened blankly as the giant muttered words she couldn't understand.

"Did you get a good item? And an SSR at that?"

"What the hell?"

The giant bent over and circled the broken sword hidden inside the statue of the god-emperor several times, muttering something about a cursed sword and something about bad timing. He looked extremely confused.

But after confirming that the sword posed no threat, the giant straightened up and walked towards her. Darkness descended upon her, and she immediately felt dizzy.

A completely different, authoritative voice rang out.

“Madam, you see, this is why the perfect city must be burned down.”

He casually glanced at the broken sword in the shattered sculpture, which resembled an old farmer holding a sickle after finishing plowing in the field, but his other hand remained on the pistol at his waist.

“There’s clearly something wrong with your beliefs. I don’t think the Emperor was like that at all. This…this is the truth. Can you understand?”

Cyrani gasped for breath. She had been still immersed in the image of the giant smashing the statue of the God-Emperor, but the presence of that broken sword shattered her completely.

Why...why are there such unclean and filthy things in the statue of the God-Emperor? Cyrani's mind was trembling. She was certain that the God-Emperor she understood and believed in was not such a being. Then...what was it that they worshipped every day?

To have such a blasphemous presence buried within a sculpture of a god—this is…this is heresy…has their faith been corrupted? Or were they always wrong? What on earth is going on?

Perhaps she had been silent for too long, for the giant in front of her scratched his head, as if thinking of something, and spoke again.

“I can sense your piety… At least on this point you need not doubt or waver, you may be confused about it—ah, someone has come to you, go ask him.”

"Who's looking for me?"

Cyrene spoke in a hoarse voice, and the giant blinked.

"The one you most want to see... exists."

Then the giant quickly added the following sentences.

“This place is not suitable for you. You have already seen the truth, and we obviously don’t have any religious experts here. I haven’t read the Book of the Holy Scriptures or anything like that either. If I had, I could have a chat with you. Go find someone who knows about this stuff to talk to. He’s already here.”

The string of words clearly left Cyrene's confused and pondering mind completely speechless. It was a completely different tone from the giant himself and the eeriness emanating from this place. Cyrene felt that he might often hear this kind of tone in the vegetable market.

She slowly erased the conclusion in her mind that the giant was a demon. A demon couldn't be... so kind and talkative.

She pursed her chapped lips; she had been through so much that night.

"What...what's your name, sir?"

"Hades."

As the giant spoke, he instructed his soldiers to escort her away. He smiled at her amicably, waved goodbye, and she felt like an audience member being hastily ushered out of a theater. Cyrene's mind went blank, and she slowly realized the true meaning of that word...

"Hades?"

Then, she turned around and saw a middle-aged man standing on the moonlit street. He was wearing a plain linen robe, a thorn wreath on his head, and was barefoot.

what?

Hades breathed a sigh of relief after hurriedly seeing off the woman who had received the blessing. After confirming that the woman had not been contaminated, he decisively sent her to find the Emperor.

Hades thought, "I almost messed up. What happened? The psionic energy intensity here in the Dark Realm wasn't very high, was it?"

Even now, the sword did not emit a strong spiritual energy aura, and Hades easily suppressed it with the Dark Domain.

but……

Hades turned around,

Why is the Nemesis Sword here? Did Erebas steal it beforehand? Isn't this the same sword that later stabbed Horus, causing his downfall?

Did he manage to pull an SSR ahead of time?

Or... was this something the Four Gods did on purpose?

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Chapter 318 Obtaining the Sword

The emperor saw clearly that as he stood there patiently waiting for Cyrene's prayer, Hades curiously peeked out from the building and then immediately showed obvious disgust.

Although the expression lasted only a very short time, Hades did indeed have that expression on his face.

The Emperor stood expressionless in the dark streets, listening to the cries and prayers of millions in the Perfect City, listening to Cyrene's moment of enlightenment, and then he raised his hand—

A hazy golden light appeared, and the next moment, Cyrena, who was sobbing softly, lowered her head. A royal guard stepped out from behind the emperor and carried the unconscious woman away.

The Emperor raised his eyes indifferently. Hades's expression of disgust was now more obvious and undisguised, but he quickly withdrew it when he noticed the Emperor looking at him.

The emperor spoke, his voice calm.

"What have you discovered, Hades?"

“A suspicious middle-aged man standing in the alley, and a young woman kneeling at his feet weeping.”

The Emperor looked at Hades, and Hades looked back at him. A gust of wind blew through the alley at night.

The emperor spoke.

“I know you have discovered the Blade of the Nemesis, which is why I am standing here.”

Hades let out a loud sigh, but after the Emperor walked up to Hades, he still helped the Emperor open the hall door.

They passed by the nine-eyed Buddha statue, the eight-sword stand, the seven handfuls of wheat seedlings, and the six-cornered incense tent.

As you pass each exhibit, a blazing golden flame ignites, illuminating the dark wasteland with crackling sounds.

Hades frowned and turned back to look at the burning exhibits. This was unnecessary… his Dark Domain was already…

But this was the Emperor, and the Emperor could do whatever he wanted. Hades was only responsible for bringing him to the broken sculpture.

The Nemesis Sword was still there. Hades didn't dare touch it. Even though the Dark Domain had suppressed it and devoured the psionic light, the pus was still gushing out in a way that conformed to the laws of physics.

Just as Hades had done, the Emperor circled the broken sword stuck in the stone.

Hades stood aside, patiently waiting for the emperor.