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

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This is the law of the Highest Heaven.

But what if the water chooses to leap into the empty void?

Hades blinked, the faint sensation vanishing in an instant, and he quickly forgot about this trivial matter.

Her thoughts became powerless, but no longer confused. To gain consciousness, you must lose power. She gritted her teeth, blood flowing from her mouth, and desperately called out to Hades.

During her almost self-destructive attack, the loader passed out. She decisively tied him up with a rope and then stuffed him into the gaps between the pipes.

She shouted out the truth she had just discovered, banging the pipes with a wrench.

She didn't know why Death couldn't answer their cries. Perhaps it was because that great being ruled over the Space Marines and couldn't grant power to mortals?

But in any case, since Hades responded to her, she will become his follower.

"It's Hades! He can free us from psionic attacks!"

"Ah, you're awake! Otherwise, it would have been troublesome. I really can't believe the main gunner was also controlled."

"Can we still fight?" came the weak voice of the old man, the commander.

"Sure! RD's passed out, but I can take his place loading and cooling the transport pipes! Wait, it's Hades! Do you know what I'm talking about?!"

"Shut up! How do you think we woke up?!" the driver yelled angrily.

"Oh, I wasn't thinking about them. I believe in the truth of the Empire, madam and sir. It's time to continue the fight."

The commander interrupted them in time, and the two recovered from the euphoria and trembling of just escaping mind control. The engine started again, and they continued forward down the corridor.

The battle is over. A Death Guard has fallen here forever, his helmet bearing brutal scars from which life has flowed.

The captain retrieved his equipment and left a beacon, signaling the team to continue.

A pharmacist will come later to collect the gene seeds.

Forward, keep moving forward; they need to create an opportunity for a landing for the [subsequent plans].

Even though she would never know what the "subsequent plans" would be, she only needed to follow the orders; the adults in charge of the Death Guard would make their own decisions.

They then encountered several more Randan teams, losing one Death Guardian, but they continued to advance under their captain's leadership.

They walked along the narrow corridor for a long time, so long that she felt as if she had almost walked from one end of the ship to the other.

Finally, the captain gestured for them to stop, and his hoarse voice came through the general communication channel.

We've found it. Retreat now.

[Note: All jamming channels are set to maximum. Begin retreating now—the faster the better.]

At the very end of the procession, the hound began to reverse rapidly, the driver skillfully guiding the hound backwards.

The other Death Guards also began to retreat, and some even more dangerous beings lurked in the darkness.

An explosion was heard!

The corridor behind the hound was blown open, the ceiling collapsed, and it landed directly on the rear of the vehicle. The hound almost jumped up.

A grating squeak sounded, and she could feel the front of the car even lifting up.

An alarm sounded, and the massive explosion damaged the poison tank. The pressure inside was dropping rapidly, and toxic fumes hissed out of the tank.

Damn it! She trembled and curled up in the cockpit, using all her emergency repair skills, but the alarm was still ringing.

The secondary weapon hanging on the side of the hound was long out of ammunition, she thought in despair.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and countless alien figures emerged from the mist. They were clearly much stronger than those they had encountered before.

Behind the alien army was a figure large enough to fill an entire corridor.

An evil whisper rang in my ears, almost tearing my eardrums apart.

She murmured Hades' name to herself, no, they should have taught her some prayers; she couldn't utter anything else to the Hades in her heart except a helpless cry for help.

Hades, if it were you, what would you ask us to say? Your followers need your guidance.

But apart from utter exhaustion, she felt nothing. Desperately, she peered through her goggles at the battle situation outside—

The Death Guards tried to attack, but she could see that their attacks had become noticeably sluggish. Compared to the largest monster, they were nothing more than toys in a child's hands, roughly thrown against the wall.

Lord Randan seemed agitated. After quickly clearing out the Death Guards and throwing them against the wall, it turned and left again, leaving only two Randan warriors to finish them off.

Some Space Marines died on the spot, while others struggled to continue their attack, slowing down the Randan warriors' advance—but death was only a matter of time.

“We need to do something!”

She rummaged through the ammunition box haphazardly and finally found two powerful thermobaric bombs.

Based on her experience, she believed that the two molten metal bombs would be enough to kill the two monsters.

She suddenly turned her head and cautiously called out to the driver and commander twice—but there was no response.

The violent explosion had knocked them all unconscious.

Now she's all alone.

No, no, death is not scary; what's important is giving meaning to death.

If she believes in the god of death and the god of the underworld, then she should not be afraid of death!

She shook her head haphazardly to clear the fog from her goggles, then ordered herself to keep an eye on the battlefield. Now only the captain was left confronting the two aliens.

His armor was badly damaged, and the wounds, exposed to the poisonous mist, had a sickly sheen.

The captain was also about to collapse. The two soldiers seemed to be teasing him, but they hesitated to kill him.

She turned on the channel, her voice trembling, and spoke as clearly and quickly as possible.

"Sir, I have two molten metal bombs here, enough in quantity."

【I'm coming to your side now, Netherhound. Can you get close enough to use Ran Dan for two seconds?】

Two seconds is the shortest time it takes for a molten metal bomb to detonate.

"Yes, sir, I can."

Okay, give me a bomb when the time comes.

Her voice inadvertently trembled with sobs, but she still held the two bombs firmly, crawled through the pipes in the hound, carefully opened the hatch, and left the hound in the darkness.

Because she was so short and inconspicuous, the two Randan people did not notice her. She carefully crouched among the shattered ceiling fragments and waited.

According to the technical sergeant who often worked with them, the average survival time of a Hellhound soldier on the battlefield after leaving the Hellhound tank was forty-six minutes.

It seems she's going to lower the average duration. She dipped her finger in the flowing venom on the ground and wrote "Hades" on the molten bomb.

I'm coming.

[Okay, sir. 】

In the name of Hades.

She read it softly.

The Death Guard struggled to cope with Ran Dan's toying, and as if he couldn't keep up, he began to retreat, and the two idiots followed without any hesitation.

Just as the captain stepped onto the remains of the hound—

"For Hades!"

The enormous shouts were deafening and filled the entire space.

She rushed out, threw a bomb to the captain, and held the other to her chest. She jumped over and pinned her own arm to the monster with a dagger.

She could feel the scorching heat of the bomb exploding in her chest—

At the critical moment, a huge spark erupted from the other end of the corridor, the entire ship trembled, and a solemn atmosphere descended that could make any living being see black.

The electronically controlled radio waves arrived at the same time, and the indicator light on the thermal bomb flashed briefly before going out.

Two shots, and the lives of two Ran Dans were lost.

Her consciousness was on the verge of collapse. She struggled to push away the corpse that was pressing down on her. The wound on her arm festered rapidly in the poisonous fog. At the other end of the dark corridor, a miracle had occurred.

Amidst the smoke and fire, only a dim silhouette was visible, but she knew what it was.

Hades stood there, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood from the alien race beneath his feet.

The gun in his hand was pointed here, the light that had just been charged up was fading.

His left eye, a crimson light, pierced through the darkness and mist, gazing upon them, His followers.

God heard the believers' response.

She fainted.

Hades stood there silently, the sound of the hound still seemingly echoing through the corridor.

The courage to sacrifice deserves praise.

But wait, he never taught them to shout these weird things, did he?

To be honest, it's a little embarrassing, although I'm also touched.

But Hades, who was being shouted at by others and rushed out, seemed to understand why Mortalian didn't allow the Death Guard to shout War Cry.

Given what Alpha said earlier, this kind of thing could easily be treated as a usurpation of power if Mortarian hadn't trusted him, right?

Could she be Ah Fa?

Even if Hades was prayed to by the motor enthusiast, he knew it was probably because of the Star God fragments, but why did the hounds of the underworld start too?

Aside from teaching them to drive and fight, Hades doesn't recall doing anything else.

Hades was filled with questions, but the war was urgent, so he had to send the apothecaries over first and then rush to the next battlefield.

Ordinary Death Guards are still too much of a hindrance to deal with Lord Randan and these highly psionic creatures.

Um... I've been trying to find my rhythm, and the pace was indeed a bit slow at the beginning. I apologize and reflect on this, and I might speed things up from now on, and of course, I might also post more episodes. I'm very sorry if the viewing experience wasn't good, or if you have any suggestions, please feel free to leave them here.

Next up—【Made in Heaven】!!!

I have a lot of homework to catch up on today, so there will be no second update.

Chapter 242 The Evil Alien Race

[Exterminate the false emperor.]

The empires of foreign races clashed with their territorial expansion, and the battle between the two civilizations began, with the sounds of gongs and drums and the clash of swords.

The evil alien race is well-versed in the art of genetics and gunpowder, using it to transform and enslave. The superiors enjoy the flesh and blood of the lower classes, while amidst the splendor of gold, there are countless slaves whose brains have been emptied.

Those in high positions of power indulge in privileges, adorning themselves with gold and silver, decorated with intricate patterns, drinking fine wine, and feasting on fatty meats.

Their racial instincts led their lower classes to swarm around these beneficiaries, completely unaware that they were resources being manipulated.

This race is obsessed with superfluous decorations, useless achievements, empty boasting, and is unrestrained, complacent, and utterly lacking in self-awareness.

The origin and development of this race are tainted with the purest violence and waste, with individuals clashing against each other and the race constantly waging civil war.

My God, how did they survive?

Even the most wicked lord of Randan couldn't help but gasp in astonishment when he saw the empire's alarming rate of resource waste, internal strife and chaos, and the exploitation of his own race.

Clinging to life and fearing death, worshipping martial arts and violence, being treacherous and deceitful, and indulging in extravagance and debauchery, this race is a complete cancer on the physical world. The more they develop and the stronger they become, the more hopeless this world becomes.

Do they really know what they are doing during this so-called "Great Expedition"?

The false emperor's territory expands time and time again, accompanied by endless slaughter and chaos, taking away resources and leaving behind chaos.

As more and more people are swept up in the wave, increasingly extreme emotions will only weaken the barriers between the subspace and the physical world.

What makes them laugh the most is that such a race actually claims to be "just".

Laugh out loud.

What makes this utterly evil race so boastful? Is it the ridiculous illusions in their minds?

Rather than letting their blood-related upper echelons enslave the lower classes, it's better to let Ran Dan do this. At least Ran Dan never executes slaves because of emotional reasons, and they cherish every resource.

Compared to the empire that worships absolute violence, Randan is confident that he can defeat them. In terms of psychic abilities, they far surpass these monkeys who only know how to scream around the fire.

The war has begun.

Hundreds of millions of soldiers were thrown into the battlefield. Bullets pierced through the biting wind, swords sliced ​​through flesh and blood, screams and curses rang out together, and war machines slowly rolled over, leaving behind pieces of flesh and severed limbs.

Genetically modified alien warriors joined the battle; those flesh-and-blood monsters who were obsessed with decorating themselves with different colors were so ugly that Ran Dan felt nauseous.