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

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It's free time now, and most people have gone outside to chat or train on their own. Nobody wants to stay in this tent that's soaked in sweat.

This was good; it provided her with a rare moment of peace as she sat on her support bed, sorting through the information she now possessed.

Currently, all her conjectures are built upon a solid ironclad rule, which is—

When you call upon that person in the name of [Hades], your mind will respond.

Besides that, that was all the knowledge she had. She tried to borrow some books from the Death Guard's archives, which were open to the hounds, but the poor High Gothic language made it very difficult for her.

It's certain that Hades and Reaper exist within the Death Guard, and given the various death-related cultural practices that have long been prevalent in the Legion, she doesn't find her conjecture so abrupt.

She pondered, trying to dig out more evidence from her memory, from the tank practice of the hounds back then.

That adult had appeared, but all she could remember was his figure, which was noticeably taller than others; everything else had become blurry.

The beam of light flickered on the ground next to the tent door.

"Hello, do you currently have at least 3.5 standard Terra times?"

A flash of crimson caught her eye, and she nearly jerked herself to stab it with her dagger.

In fact, that's what she did, but the sage easily pressed down on her arm with his mechanical arm and held on tightly.

"Let me briefly introduce myself. I am Kirkland, the Martian sage accompanying the Death Guard."

She blinked in surprise. Generally speaking, sages of the Cult of Mechanics would never be polite to a mortal, but the Kirkland sage had indeed displayed superhuman politeness and patience.

So she said cautiously,

"037th Regiment, Margo of Galaspa".

“Okay, nice to meet you, Margot. Enough with the small talk, I need your conjecture about Hades.”

"Uh?"

The sage Kirkland's sharp question left Margot momentarily stunned. She wasn't sure if the sage was joking or if she had misheard.

"My lord? This is just my own conjecture, and the Empire is not..."

"Do not."

The sage rejected her cleanly and decisively, the chain on his shoulder turning as Kirkland pressed his face tightly against it, seemingly wanting Margot to stare into his metal eyes.

The metallic eyes, seemingly lifeless, glowed with an eerie red light from within.

Margot felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, but the sage held her arm tightly, preventing her from backing away.

"I have seen the devil."

The sage's emotionless electronic voice rang out.

"If demons exist in this world, then angels and gods must also exist."

“That great one, He knows of the existence of demons, He is familiar with them, and He slays them.”

Margot turned her head uncomfortably, almost twisting her waist backward to get away from the sage.

"But my lord, even a hero can slay a demon."

The Kirkland Sage suddenly released the mechanical arm that was imprisoning Margot.

"No, I was wrong."

"The correct statement is that He destroyed them in an instant. He knew the operating principles of the silent machine. He modified it, He used it, He knew the rules, and He was the rules."

"He is a deity. After observing Him up close, I am certain of my conjecture. He fits my narrow definition of a deity."

"Whether it's the ability to resist the power of demons or the wisdom behind appearances."

“After He chose me as the first observer, I acknowledged this fact and repented for my previous foolish behavior.”

"Therefore I began to study the path He had shown me even more deeply."

A strange red light shone in the Kirkland sage's eyes, and as if to make Margot stare at his face, his neck twisted into an eerie arc.

"Now, tell me, mortal, why did you also discover [Hades]?"

The oppressive aura emanating from the sage almost formed a physical wall, and Margot felt like she could hardly breathe, but she also felt a surge of anger towards the sage's actions.

Margot squeezed out a few words from her tightly pursed lips.

"Because I prayed to Him, and He answered me."

The oppressive feeling vanished instantly; she could only smell the faint odor of engine oil.

"Only in this way?"

The sage stood there, dumbfounded.

"For me, that's enough."

She said coldly, withdrawing her hand as she did so; a deep mark had already been left on her arm from the restraint.

The Kirkland sage pondered why the prayers of the sages were never answered.

Are they not devout enough? Kirkland needs more details.

The sage spoke again soon after.

“Margo, tell me what you are praying for.”

"[For Hades], that's it."

"Gone?"

"It's gone, but you must be devout."

The sage fell silent, and Margot knew Kirkland had begun to pray.

The sage was instantly jolted awake, as if a power switch had been tripped.

"That's it! That's it! This feeling! It's Him!"

He rushed up, grabbed Margot's hand, and shook it up and down, "You have found the way to Him."

Why were the previous prayers of the Mechanicus ineffective? Kirkland seemed to have realized something; their prayers did not address Hades as the subject, but rather the God of Machines, or perhaps Om Messiah.

In other words, beneath the surface of ecstasy, the Kirkland sage pondered the possibility of this fact.

Let's not reveal this news to the other sages yet.

Half an hour later, Kirkland and Margot sat on her bed, and Kirkland began to show her the videos of Hades he had collected, Hades quotes, and why Hades is a god.

Hades always felt something was off when dealing with the Dark Angels. Some subtle sensations kept disturbing him, like willow catkins brushing against his skin in the darkness, then floating away and disappearing into the air.

It's a strange feeling; I can't concentrate on thinking about it. Once I calm down, these subtle sensations disappear.

Only when you are unconscious can you vaguely sense that something is wrong.

What exactly happened?

Hades pondered, but unable to find a reasonable explanation, he had no choice but to give up. He checked his usual haunts and called the lamplighter over to see if it was psychic, but ultimately found nothing.

Hades could only despair and wonder if he had been cursed or had a voodoo doll stuck in his mouth.

However, after observing carefully for a period of time, Hades found that apart from making him feel uneasy, there were no other ominous signs, so Hades temporarily put the matter aside.

Although sometimes while he's reviewing documents, he suddenly feels someone calling him, but when he looks up at the room, there's no one there—this feeling...

Hades would have been genuinely afraid if he weren't a tough guy who could smash seven female ghosts' heads with a single punch.

This nonsensical situation continued for a while until a document was handed to Hades's desk.

Hades raised an eyebrow as he looked at the latest intelligence report from the gravedigger. This was the gravedigger's report on the ideological guidance of the hounds of the underworld, marked with a large stamp, meaning it was directly approved by Hades.

He silently turned to the first page.

"The overall mental state of the hounds who joined the production mission has recovered well, and the troops have spontaneously begun to engage in recreational activities, which has alleviated some of the post-war anxiety. However, some rumors have begun to spread under the guise of recreation."

"In response, the gravedigger has suppressed the rumors and changed the form of entertainment to a reward-based duel cage."

Hmm. Not bad. It's better to guide than to block. But rumors are just idle chatter. As long as the legion is stable and supplies are sufficient, it's fine to talk about them.

Hades pondered silently, picked up his cup to drink some water, and continued reading—

"The most widely circulated saying is about [Pluto]."

Hades choked on his water. Wait, what?

He frowned and hurriedly turned to the next page, where words like "God," "response," and "prayer" popped into his mind's eye.

In short, I'm very panicked.

The good news is that it's just a rumor, and not many people take it seriously.

However, some of the contents of the document bothered Hades.

Hades' mind raced with countless thoughts and speculations. As the owner of the Dark Domain, he was truly unaware of how the Dark Domain would affect others.

Is it really possible for prayers to be answered? Then why didn't Hades see the sages mention "answers" when they prayed in the previous Mechanicus?

Hades continued flipping through the report, and on the last page was a warrant for an arrest, targeting individuals who required special authorization. The gravedigger had requested Hades's approval.

Hades blinked and signed his name on the paper without hesitation.

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The bright white light from the ceiling of the interrogation room shone down, carrying a cold and sharp edge, while the steel interrogation table gleamed with a chilling light.

In the remaining darkness, the gravedigger stood silently at the door, but since they entered, the soldier had remained motionless, like a still statue.

The interrogator's seat was empty. On the other side of the table, Margot silently swallowed, trying to shrink herself out of the white light as much as possible.

The cool sensation on her wrist served as a constant reminder to Margot of her imprisonment.

She shouldn't have spoken carelessly; Margot was learning for the first time that language could also be judged.

God, I hope you will forgive my foolishness.

Margot prayed silently. The empty interrogation room stretched out the time, giving her a sense of déjà vu.

"*#？，".

?

Margot opened her eyes and glanced at the person next to her who was making the strange noise.

Beside the hound was the Sage Kirkland. Compared to Margot's imprisoning handcuffs, the Death Guards truly bound the Sage tightly, roughly pulling out and binding all of his limbs.

In addition, the Death Guard's technical sergeant locked all of the Sage's movable joints and also copied a command code for the Sage.

While doing these things, Kirkland obeyed the Death Guards with an unbelievably docile attitude.

"what happened?"

Margot asked the sage in a low voice,

"coming soon."

Even though he was bound tightly from head to toe, Kirkland still struggled to sway his body slightly, trying to prove to Margot that there was nothing to worry about.

"No need to worry—"

The sage wanted to say something more, but he immediately shut his mouth and silently curled up between his red robe and chains.

"Quiet."

Kirkland said something in a low voice.

Margot swallowed again. She knew what this eccentric sage was referring to: their judges were coming, and Margot hoped for at least a quick death.

The sound of armor joints clashing rang out, and the tomb keeper standing at the door moved. He silently opened the door, letting the judge outside in.

The light from outside streamed in blindingly, and a noticeably tall figure walked in—

No, this, this... that blurry figure in her memory, the distinctive shoulder armor pattern... Margot instinctively held her breath.

Wait, oh my god, oh my god!

Hades?! Hades?!

Margot was certain her whole body was trembling. Before she was locked up, she never imagined that she and this half-mad sage could alarm such a high-ranking figure. Just an ordinary death guard was already the limit of what she could imagine.