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

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Perhaps Hades was genuinely kind, or perhaps the title of Death Guardian intimidated the boy; the boy stopped crying and looked at Hades while wiping away his tears.

“You ate the offering I gave to the dead Hades.”

The boy spoke in a hoarse voice, and his first words almost sent Hades to his death.

Hades thought for a moment, then continued speaking, gesturing for the boy to come over.

“I am the Death Guardian. I know Lord Hades. Why are you bringing him food? If you have something to say to him, I can pass it on to Lord Hades for you.”

"Consider it an apology for accidentally eating your food."

As it turned out, Hades was quite adept at deception. The boy slowly walked up to Hades and asked him a question.

"Really? You know Lord Hades?"

"It's true, I know Lord Hades. I'm very close to him. If I'm lying to you, I'm a dog."

Hades said this in a serious tone, while muttering a few curses to himself.

"Alright, I believe you, Lord Deathguard."

The boy said in a clear voice,

"I hope that when I meet Lord Hades, I can tell him that I also want to become like Lord Hades, protecting the village and protecting others."

"It wasn't just Lord Hades; others protected the village as well, including Lord Mortarion."

"That's different!"

The boy suddenly spoke up, beginning to defend his idol.

"Lord Hades is a lone hero! He wanders the wilderness alone, needing no help from others! And they don't even know it! I myself have drawn a map of Lord Hades' past routes; he is consciously using the smallest possible area of ​​activity to cover the most villages!"

Thank you for praising me, I'm really awesome.

Hades thought to himself,

"Alright, I will pass these words on to Lord Hades. Is there anything else you would like to say?"

The boy swallowed.

"Tell Lord Hades that I will train hard, eat well, and help my father harvest corn. When I reach the right age, I will go to school on the Star Ring."

"I want to become the Death Guard!"

Hades blinked.

"Once you become the Death Guard, you can't cry all the time."

The boy's face instantly turned red, and he started sniffling.

"I won't cry, I'm a man! It's just that you ate the offerings I worked so hard to make that made me feel bad."

"After all that trouble making these, aren't these just the most common dry rations?"

"No, some of the seeds can only be found in the mountains because they are too bitter and unpalatable, and people have stopped growing them long ago."

This was somewhat unexpected for Hades.

"Can't you use other grains instead?"

"How could you do that! That's disrespectful!"

"The roasted rations offered to Lord Hades all have a fixed recipe, and I always go to the mountains early with everyone to find the seeds."

"Everyone? Not just you?"

Hades was becoming increasingly surprised.

“Yes.” The boy nodded. “We offer food to Lord Hades, praying for a year free from disaster and a bountiful harvest. Moreover, those who eat the offering will be blessed and have the opportunity to become Death Guardians.”

Hades fell silent. So, in Barbarus, he had become some kind of local deity?

"So that means there's more than one statue of Hades?"

"Of course there's more than one! Lord Hades protected so many villages back then, how could he only establish one—"

Hades' expression suddenly turned serious.

“Kid, I am Hades. Take me to find those sculptures, and once we find them, we'll split the loot 20/80, you get 20% and I get 80%.”

"What?! What are you saying?!"

Hades projected his number and name onto the device on his gauntlet.

"Can you read, kid? Look closely, this is HADES."

The boy fell silent, staring at Hades with his mouth agape in shock.

"But you...but just now..."

"Woof," Hades said.

The boy was so shocked he almost fainted. He stammered, pointing at Hades, his face flushed, and he seemed about to cry again.

"Never mind all that, I am Hades, take me to the sculpture, I'm running out of time."

Hades stared at the boy with a sincere expression. "I'll take you to play, and you lead the way for me."

He gestured for the boy to come over. The boy hesitated before walking over, and Hades gave a sly smile.

"Are you ready? Don't cry—"

Hades suddenly stood up and picked up the boy.

He patted the boy in his arms.

"Let's go, let's go, you show me the way, your Lord Hades will take you to experience the speed of the wind."

On that very day, a laughing swift dog appeared in the fields of a nearby village and ate all the grain bags on the Hades sculpture.

Mortarian looked silently at Hades and handed him a piece of pastry from the banquet.

Hades waved his hand and let out a burp.

"I'm not eating anymore, I'm full."

Mortarian raised an eyebrow. "Hades, you're not going to go and eat the villagers' crops, are you?"

"Am I that kind of person? Mortalian, am I that kind of person?!"

"Judging from your behavior of leaving a message and running away, you are that kind of person."

Mortarian's words silenced Hades's excuses.

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Chapter 270 A Small Character

In Barbarossa's grandest building, sunlight streams through the windows, making the large carpets appear both bright and plush.

Its ruler has returned and is eyeing the new building with a discerning look. Fortunately, it lacks the ornamentation that the Lord of Death despises, and its simple walls resemble the bulkheads of the Endurance.

The largest main hall was put into use for the first time, and Mortarian personally ordered that he would greet the guests who had come from afar here.

The news of the Death Guards' return to Barbaros was already widely known. Like stones thrown into boiling oil, they naturally stirred up the hearts of the people here, causing a great uproar.

The Lord of Death is at the center of this grand stage. Even if he himself is unwilling to admit it, the Primarch's crown has been placed on him, and no one can escape it.

Even though most of the policies that people are interested in were not his creation.

Mortarian stared thoughtfully at Barbaros outside the window.

On the main road of Siping Bada, crowds flowed endlessly, people walked along the street noisily and laughing. The sunlight made the road dazzlingly bright, but people seemed to have gotten used to it.

Shops and bars have even sprung up along the streets. Mortarian lowered his eyes. Once upon a time, Barbalus was still an era of barter and rationing, but with the arrival of peace and technology, human civilization here has developed rapidly.

He slowly savored it all, recalling the crowds that had just surged in, people thanking him for bringing liberation, prosperity, and everything they now possessed.

What the Mortarians were unsure of was whether they were more grateful for the liberation or for the prosperity.

But looking at those who hadn't been ravaged by poison gas, those who hadn't been crushed by suffering, he thought the latter was more likely.

If it's the latter, they thanked the wrong person.

Mortarian turned his head and glanced at Hades, who was sitting at the long table approving documents, before turning back to continue staring at the crowd.

Mortarian pondered whether all of this was good or bad. One side of the Lord of Death told him that people had become weak, but another part of his heart realized that everything now was the dream that his comrades had longed for back then.

Even though he only granted them death and liberation.

The Lord of Death pondered, but ultimately came to no conclusion. He was unwilling to let everything be destroyed, nor could he find a better answer, so he left it as it was.

However, he will need to be more careful when recruiting new soldiers from Barbarossa next time, weeding out the cowards and the pleasure-seekers.

People have told Mortarion their choice and answer; they have accepted Mortarion; they have chosen Mortarion; therefore, Mortarion will naturally fulfill his promise.

Anyway, Mortalian slowly realized that the feeling of being surrounded and cheered by people didn't bother him that much.

But being kind to the Barbarosians doesn't mean he'll be kind to others. Barbarosians have taken in too many other people, and Mortarion still needs to examine them one by one.

As night falls, he will personally meet with the representatives from other worlds.

After lingering by the window for a while, with nothing else on his mind, Mortarian let his thoughts drift aimlessly, and finally decided to go see what others were doing.

The Lord of Death strode over to Hades and squinted at the documents he was approving.

Seeing Mortarian come over to join the fun, Hades ignored him and continued to read the report submitted by Garo.

In the human settlement on Planet 5, Gara successfully led the gravediggers in a trial. The towering warriors entered the bustling city and dragged out the sinners as if they were chicks.

Compared to the battle-hardened veterans, the guns and ammunition prepared by those thugs were nothing more than oversized toys.

Hades looked at the photos sent by Galo, who explained that he had to resort to more violent methods because the other side tried to resist.

Blood and entrails were splattered all over the ground. The head was gaping open like a dead fish, and the eyeballs emitted an eerie light. Bone fragments splattered on the muzzle of the bomb gun, and chunks of flesh slowly slid off the power armor.

Hades swallowed hard.

After confirming that everyone had been executed, Gara loudly read out the crimes of these people and the judgment of the Death Guard within the circle of the Gravediggers.

Hmm, it's quite a warning to others, but Hades feels a chill down his neck.

We should pay more attention to the mental health of veterans. Fortunately, Gara didn't use the skull to pose or do anything cruel, although the scene was indeed very impactful.

The most darkly humorous part is that, perhaps because Hades told Galo to focus on the educational role, Galo ended up thanking the other law-abiding citizens and encouraging them for not causing trouble for the Death Guard.

Hades's face was contorted with rage. He didn't know how to evaluate it, so he simply gave Gara's report a "pass".

Motalian, on the other hand, seemed to be watching with great interest, and his opinion of Gara seemed to have risen even higher.

"Don't reach a consensus in such a strange place!" Hades cried out silently.

Fortunately, Vox arrived shortly afterward and told the Lord of Death that everything was ready and he could meet the visitors at any time.

The tall, middle-aged man took a deep breath and straightened his clothes again. He unconsciously stomped his foot, and only felt slightly relieved after feeling the pressure of the leather shoes on his heels.

He was a representative from a small death world. Their star system was remote and barren. No one knew which unfortunate human exploration ship of their ancestors had crashed into this godforsaken place and struggled to take root there.

Around their world, there were other worlds, all in a desolate, barren state, but after careful comparison, he found that his world was still the poorest.

They lacked the ability to leave the star system. When an Imperial exploration ship arrived, they immediately submitted to it, begging and pleading for the "empire" to improve their environment and provide them with some technology.

Unfortunately, a few robots dressed in red robes disembarked from the exploration ship. After taking some measurements, they announced that there were few resources there and that it was a "dead world." The exploration ship then left them with a notice to collect a tithe and departed.

The locals stared in disbelief at the tax bill. According to the men, because they had few resources, their planet was in the lowest tax bracket, and they only needed to pay taxes on people.

In this situation, it would be a lie to say I don't want to swear.

Fortunately, those people from the Empire still had a shred of conscience and gave them a communication device that could connect to distant star systems. With no other choice, they sent people there every day to listen to the communications of other ships and, incidentally, learn High Gothic.

Then they learned of Barbaros's news.

For a long time, the channel was buzzing with news about it. Barbalus, Barbalus, this word which is not High Gothic, was repeatedly mentioned by different people, in different tones, and on different radio waves.

From the few words they gleaned, they learned that Barbaros was the homeworld of the Death Guard and was now welcoming representatives from various worlds. The Death Guard hoped to unite this star system and establish a more stable environment.

The locals looked at each other, as if the fact that their godforsaken place had been defined as an "independent world" by the empire was the last thing they could boast about.

If no one helps them, the natural environment of the dead world will wipe them out.

So they consulted with the surrounding dead worlds, pooled their resources, and began bombarding nearby star systems with the communication equipment left behind by the Empire, finally managing to summon a merchant fleet.

So he stood here.