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

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So far, Hades has received answers such as "illusion," "destiny," and "future."

But it was just a nightmare. Hades laughed heartily.

"Yes, it was just a nightmare, just a dream."

The beautiful answer is that it's a dream. No matter how much suggestion you give, at this point in time, it's a dream that hasn't happened.

Hades patted him on the shoulder with a knowing smile.

"This is the most refreshing answer I've ever heard. With an answer like this, I think you don't need me to say anything more, right?"

He paused for a moment, then without thinking,

"unnecessary."

This sentence immediately pulled Hades back from his pre-departure state.

"what?"

This was the first time Hades had ever heard of someone asking him to give them motivational speeches.

"No, no—that's not what I meant, sir, no, Lord Hades, no, Hades, I mean, I still feel something's not right."

?

Even after waking up, I still felt something was off. It was like my room was a little strange, a little tilted?

“Ah, this one.”

Hades quietly looked away. He had originally intended to run away, but he hadn't expected to be discovered.

Yes, that's right, he sat on the soldier's bed until it broke.

Although the Space Marine's bed was made of solid alloy, Hades stared silently at the foot of the bed he had just been sitting on; a crack there was glaringly obvious.

This was so embarrassing; he had originally planned to pin the blame on the new recruit.

"Ahem. Well, actually, listen to me."

Hades explained in a very serious tone,

"Space Marine beds can't support the weight of two people. Your bed has a crack. Just go to a mortal servant tomorrow to get a replacement."

He remained silent, slowly bent down, and glanced at his bed.

The semi-solid alloy bed has a crack at one corner of its rectangular shape, which appears to have cracked quite a bit under the pressure of its weight.

Hades remained silent; he remained silent.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Hades felt his hair stand on end; his reputation for heroism was in vain.

Seemingly sensing Hades' despair and his unwavering determination to defend what he called nonexistent authority, he slowly spoke.

"Yes, sir."

"Don't worry, I won't say it was you who did it."

After receiving a positive reply, Hades immediately fled, escaping the place that had embarrassed him.

Watching Hades' retreating figure disappear in an instant, he realized... So this is what the commander of the Death Guard is like?

A figure who commands respect spontaneously, yet without feeling dull or oppressive. However, what he regrets is that the commander doesn't directly oversee the actions of ordinary soldiers.

What Hades didn't know was that later, if a statistic were made about the Death Guard's management, it would be found that almost all the new recruits Hades visited during the trials went on to become management.

"There were 59 people tonight, and 3 of them went into deep seizures."

In the dimly lit, long corridor, Mortalian listened silently to Garo's report, then the Primarch nodded, signaling the end of the night's work.

With half a standard Terran hour remaining, it will be time for these new recruits to wake up. Those who had a dreamless night will naturally have no idea what happened during the night.

Mortarion watched as the Soulless Ones and Apothecaries retreated in an orderly and rapid manner, leaving the Gravedigger in charge of the recruits' daily training. The urgent approval process in the channel had already begun, and the Primarch had no choice but to stride down the corridor to his office.

The Primarch was in a good mood, and guiding the new recruits out of their confusion and pointing them towards the future of the Legion was indeed a meaningful and worthwhile thing to do.

To illuminate the heart of a descendant, how wonderful—

"Hey, Mortarian, I said, hey!"

Mortarian reluctantly pulled himself out of his memories, turning to glance at Hades.

"?"

"How much do you weigh? You're heavier than me, right?"

Mortarian turned his head back speechlessly, continuing to recall his conversation with his awakened offspring.

"No, Mortalian, how did you talk to them? Standing or sitting?"

“You’re asking a stupid question, Hades. The Space Marine’s room is not even big enough for me to stand up—and standing isn’t a good position for conversation.”

Mortalian was used to it, and all the Death Guard management was used to Hades frequently asking pointless questions or starting pointless conversations.

"Yeah, so where will you sit?"

"On the floor, sometimes on the bed."

Given the Primarch's height, sitting on the bed would be cramped, but sometimes, Mortarion simply didn't want to sit on the floor—

The Primarch, who always valued simplicity, was unwilling to let his servants go to the trouble of dragging in a chair; it was too much trouble and useless.

Hades said with great sorrow,

"I remember that the standard Deathguard bed can't support a Primarch, can it?"

Mortarian paused for a moment, then a gloating voice rang out.

"Let me guess, Hades."

Mortarion remained silent, while the Primarch calmly opened a channel.

"Vox, keep an eye on the supply repair requests these days. If any Death Guards request a replacement bed, remember to let me know."

Although Vox on the other end of the channel didn't understand what Mortarion was talking about, he still dutifully answered.

"Okay, my lord."

"Hades, I never expected this—which poor child's bed did you break by sitting on it?"

"That's not true! Do you think I, Hades, would do such an evil thing?! Mortarion, don't you dare slander the innocence of the Death Guard Commander! I strongly condemn this unjust and immoral slander—"

"You helped me organize Druun's report documents today, and I know nothing about it."

"make a deal."

The recruits had no idea why the Primarch, who wasn't originally in the training program, suddenly chose to train them personally, nor why the Primarch was in such a good mood, even going so far as to train the hounds' daily tasks.

In contrast, a mournful sound of death could be heard coming from the office.

Of course, Hades didn't come away empty-handed. He had been too lazy to change his own bed, so he received a gift from Mortalian. The Primarch ordered that the broken bed and his original bed—two large metal blocks—be welded together to make him a new bed.

As for the new bed, it naturally retained that crack.

Thus, Hades fell asleep every night consumed by the burning rage of wanting to kill the Primarch, successfully maintaining a high level of fighting spirit during his daily training.

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No update tomorrow. Updates will resume on July 7.1st, but the timing may be irregular.

Well, I was supposed to update the main storyline today, but I got my exams and was too stressed to update properly, so I'll just write the interludes first. Writing about Nurgle is a way to heal my soul. [Interludes] or [Interludes] are things I borrowed from other authors. I'll put these kinds of things in the interludes from now on, kind of like slice-of-life or semi-slice-of-life stuff? I should probably put that Mars Guide from last time in the interludes too.

Chapter 246 Rumors, the First Gathering of Believers

After the Dark Angels' fleet arrived in this star system, in order to avoid suspicion and because the war was coming to an end, the Hound of the Underworld was transferred to Ruster Main Star to assist the Mechanicus in restoring production there.

Although the hounds are the most inconspicuous mortal auxiliary troops and only play a supporting role on the battlefield, they are still allowed to know the overall direction of the war.

This war is almost over.

The Galapa people, who had participated in their first war, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Although the tasks assigned to the hounds were completed on time, or even ahead of schedule, people still tried to find enjoyment in their lives.

Compared to the previous rudimentary dueling cage, the hounds were clearly more interested in those incomplete and increasingly fantastical stories. Having experienced two wars, they had many stories to revisit and share.

Among a series of seemingly absurd rumors, one story in particular piqued the curiosity of these ordinary people—

Pluto

During breaks after construction work, people covered in dust would gather around, munching on nutritious porridge, chatting and resting. As the atmosphere reached its peak, someone would always suddenly lower their voice and whisper mysteriously...

"Have you guys heard of that, Hades?"

If he's lucky, none of his colleagues know about it, and he can then embellish the rumor with an air of superiority.

If he's unlucky and someone else also knows the rumor, then he'll have to compete with his companions to share the information.

"It is said... I mean, it is said that there is some special existence among the adults of the Death Guard."

"That's the one, that one, we've all met him, the commander who taught us how to drive tanks."

He raised his hand and gestured meaningfully.

"Let me make this clear first: I believe in the truth of the Empire. Every hound of the underworld believes in the truth of the Empire. This is just a rumor, a mere rumor."

"Oh, just tell me already, stop pretending."

"Cough-cough-"

The man coughed again, feigning mystery, and lowered his voice to a whisper.

"Actually, that adult is a god!"

"Uu——"

The crowd murmured disdainfully, completely disbelieving what the man said.

Gods? That's ridiculous. Although some ignorant people do call Space Marines angels, the Hades who have been educated by the Death Guard know that Space Marines are also human.

"You might as well say that the Legion Commander is a god, then I'd believe you a little. You can't even make up a good story."

Seeing the crowd refute him, the man remained unperturbed, continuing to speak slowly and deliberately in a high-pitched voice.

"I have evidence, and I can show you how it's real right now."

"Listen carefully, as long as you are completely free of distractions and have reverence in your heart, and then silently say 'Praise Hades,' you will truly receive a response!"

"Let's make it clear first, you must use your brain and your heart to think, and you must think about that adult."

After speaking, the man crossed his arms smugly, waiting for the crowd to try it. You see, he himself was startled when he tried it; he felt a profound sense of powerlessness and oppression.

Compared to the confident man, his companions were skeptical, with questions of "Is it true or not?" circulating among the crowd. But since there was nothing else to do, many people, filled with curiosity and doubt, began to try to pray to Hades.

Leisure is always the primary motivation for humans to try out foolish rumors.

In less than a minute, people began to exclaim in alarm. They opened their eyes in fear and excitement, looked around at each other in bewilderment, and became confused again after confirming that it was safe to do so.

"See, it's true."

The man said smugly that this rumor could be verified immediately, which was why it could spread the farthest and be shared the most easily.

"Wait a minute. But if he really is a god, why do I feel disgust instead of joy and health?"

"No. That person is actually..."

"You don't know that."

The man continued, keeping everyone in suspense,

“I have actually met someone who believed in him. It was a woman in the 037th Regiment. She said that this sense of powerlessness could drive away the psychic control of the alien race.”

"And she said that the adult's name, Hades, has a corresponding deity in the ancient High Gothic language."

"【Pluto】rules over the underworld and death, so when we living people worship Him, it feels just like we're dead!"

Then, seeing everyone staring at him with curiosity, the man started rambling on, spilling out everything he had made up and everything he had heard from elsewhere.

Because it could be verified in real time, the rumors about [Hades] spread more and more among the Hades. Although most people just listened to it as gossip and then put the rumor away in some obscure corner.

However, given the sheer number of Netherhounds, some of those who fought against Ran Dan and, by some twist of fate, broke free from Ran Dan's mind control did not treat this rumor that way.

Some of them began to spontaneously gather together to discuss their past experiences and share their guesses and hypotheses—until a sage noticed these hounds of the underworld.

The rest camp of the 037th Regiment.

Inside the rough cloth tents pitched in the mining wasteland, it was as dark as night; the excessively dry air diluted the smell of sweat inside.