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

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“My fellow fighter, given that you’re still on the Deathguard’s ship, I hope you’ll keep in mind that this could get you into some trouble.”

Hades turned around with a gloomy expression, his eyes unreadable.

Why did we run into AlphaGo at this time?

The 20th Legion did indeed appear in the Battle of Randan. Alpharis approached Lion King Leon, hoping to take the blame for the sacrifices of the First Legion in order to help Lion King compete for the position of War Commander.

But the Lion knew that only the First Legion could handle Randan, so the troops provided by Alpharis were only sent to the peripheral war zones to fight unnecessary battles.

If that's the case, it seems possible that an Alpha was captured by Randan.

However, given that the opponent was Alphareth, Hades decided to be 200% vigilant.

Alpharis, the true tool of GW, the riddle of the Empire, the 20th Legion has always been defined as a "non-existent legion", and he takes on the role of an Imperial agent.

The Twentieth Legion, Hydra, is led by Primarchs Alpha and Omega. Every warrior in the Legion looks, is the same height, and even has the same name as the Primarch.

Yes, in Hydra, everyone is an Alpha Reis, so that they can deceive the world and so that their Primarch can disguise himself as an ordinary soldier.

Each ordinary soldier can also "become the Primarch" to a certain extent, inheriting a portion of the Primarch's memories, thoughts, and mind.

The Alphas have engaged in numerous perplexing actions, such as killing members of the Imperial Guard to test security, supporting the Lion as Warmaster, assassinating Guilliman, and sabotaging the Super Ravenguard program.

Hades' preferred explanation is that because Hydra advocated independent thinking, it eventually split up internally, leading to many confusing or contradictory actions.

But the only thing Hades could confirm was that these people were full of nonsense and incredibly destructive.

Hades had already probed the area with diluted Dark Domain the moment they entered; it wasn't the Primarch.

"What should I call you?"

"My lord, please call me Alpharis."

"Alright, Alpharis, were you forced to come here, or did you come here voluntarily?"

"My lord, this is not important."

Galo swore this was the first time he had ever seen Hades with such a gloomy expression. The commander, backlit, stared straight at Alpharis, as if he were some kind of inhuman being.

A somber and solemn atmosphere pervaded the air.

"Then what are you doing here, Alpharis?"

"I hope you won't exhaust my remaining patience. The Death Guard is still fighting. If you're just being a distraction, then you'll have to pay for the blood the Death Guard has shed."

The truth is, Hades' command is no longer needed; it has been delegated. However, Hades does believe he needs to keep an eye on the battle.

Hades believed that there was no need to be kind to swindlers and riddle tellers.

Alpharis bowed. "My lord, I have come here hoping to see you and Lord Mortalian in person."

"I'll give you another chance."

Hades reached for the white gun at his waist and began to hurl insults.

"You have changed Death Guard."

Hades stopped, his brows furrowed.

I hope you will watch your words.

"Galo, you and Antai go out first. Everyone else, activate your silent audio channels."

Galo glanced at Hades silently, said nothing, and left directly.

Antaeus stared at Alpharis in astonishment.

Was that person trying to sow discord among them? Are there really such foolish and arrogant people in the world?

Perhaps there is one person within the Death Guard who believes that Hades has not changed the Death Guard, and that person is Hades himself.

As for the daily lives of other Death Guard Hades commanders, everyone has seen it. Are they really tired of Hades' Death Guard, or do they think the Death Guard is not good enough now?

Ample ammunition, a foundry with improved service quality, a more efficient command center, and advanced weaponry (even though they had some green glow floating on them, after testing, everyone said it was harmless).

Moreover, Commander Hades' loyalty to the Death Guard is self-evident; no one is more dedicated and reliable than this predecessor of Barbaros.

So much so that when training new recruits in Barbarossa, the instructors often used Hades's deeds to inspire them.

Seeing Galo and the others leave, Hades looked at Alpha and said, "What exactly are you trying to say? Let me make it clear in advance: I hate riddle people."

Hades simultaneously released the Dark Domain. In the center of the room, the commander, who was backlit, became even more distorted, and Alpha could not even look at him directly due to the intense nausea.

"I'm here to help the adults and the Death Guard, I'm sure of that."

Hades chuckled dryly twice, as the riddle-teller who had come to help him had punctured one of his hearts.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously revealed a kind smile.

"And then what? What are you going to do? What do you want the Death Guard to do? I'd be happy if the Death Guard found a corpse from another legion in Randan's fleet."

“You seem to know me very well, even my legion.”

"After meeting me, you didn't even show any curiosity about my legion, a reaction I've never seen before unless you were already familiar with us."

Hades raised an eyebrow. "You've crossed the line."

Alpha continued, his voice echoing in the room.

"But please do not proceed further; those two legions should not be probed—"

"I never intended to do that; Death Guard doesn't touch on taboo topics."

"Compared to you, the Death Guard has the least to offer: useless curiosity."

Hades interrupted Alpha, so he came to remind the Death Guard not to inquire about the two vanished legions in Randan?

Hades' words made Alpha pause, his eyelids twitching slightly.

"If you've come to warn us, I appreciate your kindness, but if that's all, please leave. The Death Guard will send you back to your legion."

As Hades spoke, he prepared to "invite" Alpha to leave.

Alpha hurriedly spoke up, "I still need to see Lord Mortalian."

Hades looked at him with amusement.

"If there's anything, just tell me directly. The legion commander is on another battlefield and it's not advisable to communicate."

No, that's wrong. The wise man is arrogant; does he think he can replace the Primarch? No, no, no, his actions have already stirred up the whole situation. Compared to those ignorant Legions, the Death Guard clearly knows more.

The knowledge was disseminated by the soldier standing before Alpha. Although Mortarian was an arrogant man, his role and fate were still of paramount importance, and he needed to be reminded.

Mortarian needs to be in his place, otherwise the vacancy will remain unfilled.

Alpha appeared panicked, but in reality, he was watching Hades's smug face after gaining power. This was part of the plan, as long as...

As if tired of the riddle teller, or perhaps thinking that continuing this entanglement was pointless, a wicked sense of amusement suddenly popped into Hades' mind.

Anyway, no one is listening now, Hades thought despondently. He'd had enough of the riddle-makers, he really had. Rather than being cautious, he might as well go all out and send them on their way.

Alpha went to Mortalian, but he didn't believe Alpha could say anything serious to Mortalian. When facing other legions, had Alpha ever seriously helped any legion?

Besides, if you want to talk to Mortalian, you should at least send a Primarch, right? A mere soldier, who does he think he is?

Hades smiled slightly and lowered his voice.

“I know, I know, it’s part of the plan.”

"You are Alpharex, and I am Alpharex. Long live Hydra!"

Hades watched with satisfaction as Alpha across from him finally broke down. The poor fellow's pupils dilated, and he stared at Hades, his face flushed red, stammering and unable to speak.

Phrases like "How is that possible?" and "Hydra" came out of his mouth.

Hades yawned wearily. "Galo, Antaeus, come in and see the guests out."

"So there's nothing to talk about, brother. Give Death Guard the coordinates, we'll erase your memory and send you back."

Hades waved his hand, and Galo and Antaeus entered the room. As expected, they saw Alpha, who was in a state of disarray. The two exchanged a glance and then half-forcefully carried him away.

Hades blinked, turned around, and went back to directing the battlefield.

Achievement complete, [We are all AlphaRes]

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Chapter 241 Fighting, Praying, Stop Shouting!

The cramped driver's cab was stuffy and hot; the rubber protective suit, soaked with sweat, emitted a nauseating odor.

The sound of the tracks moving forward echoed in the narrow corridor, occasionally making a cracking noise. Which alien skeleton had the hound run over this time?

Keep moving forward; four elite enemy units ahead.

[Firing direction 100°, high-concentration loading.]

The commander's voice echoed through the metal pipes as she silently felt the texture of the trigger, searching for prey in the autocannon's sight.

They were traveling on an alien ship, a colossal vessel being overrun by the Death Guards. Thick, green venom was spreading through its capillaries, and the giant was about to meet its end.

As a temporary mobile team, they consisted of a hound and seven death guards.

Screams and gunshots rang out in the distance, as countless other groups like theirs fought in other branches, and similar scenes occurred all the time.

She heard the sound of the Death Guard reloading beside the hound, and the clanging of scythes scraping against the wall. Inside the protective suit, which felt like a high-temperature inferno, hearing was her only means of extension.

She heard it—the panting of that abominable alien race.

【emission! 】

Thick, lush greenery instantly filled the entire corridor area. The narrow terrain amplified the effectiveness of the hound's poisonous mist attack, with screams and bone-chilling hisses ringing out together.

The moment the poisonous fog spread, the Death Guards beside the Hound of the Underworld rushed into it, using the terrain to their advantage to gain a valuable opportunity to attack.

The poisonous fog corrodes the armor and flesh of the Randan people and can temporarily blind them, but this blindness lasts only three seconds.

Sparks flew through the thick fog as the Randan people shouted something angrily, but only silence answered them; the Death Guard never roared in battle.

She silently recited the names of the Lord of Death and the King of the Underworld, anxiously awaiting the commander's next order. Previous combat experience told the hounds that they should not get too close to the Randan people.

Load, aim, fire, fire, fire!

The lush green poisonous fog churned here, forming a substantial barrier wall.

A sudden roar erupted, a scream that seemed to pierce through everything, a desperate, heart-wrenching cry, and her mind went completely blank—

May the underworld be at peace.

The monster burst from the mist, its severed limbs splattered with blood, and struggled haphazardly to climb onto the hound, hurling slime and chunks of tissue at it.

The vehicle began to shake violently, creaking and groaning, but the hounds inside remained motionless as if sleepwalking, unresponsive.

A scythe emerged from the mist and slashed directly into the monster's flesh. Ran Dan, struggling on the verge of death, roared desperately and tried to climb forward, but was still dragged into the mist like a dying fish.

A trail of blood left a desperate mark on the ground.

The screaming continued.

Attack! Attack! Attack! Fire direction 700!

The attacking loaders slowly cooled the transport pipes; the commander remained silent, trembling, saying no.

Attack! Fire! Fire! Fire!

The engine and the driver roared at the same time, "Wake up! Wake up!!" The hound suddenly retreated, and the driver tried to move the vehicle into the blind spot of the gunfire.

The loader remained silent, staring intently at her, while her finger on the trigger remained as firm and unmoved as a withered tree.

No. No. She still couldn't control her body. The loader leaned forward, grasping her hand that was on the trigger—

"In the name of Death and Hades, wake the hell up!!!"

Pluto

She shuddered.

A wave of nausea suddenly surged up, starting from her spasming stomach. The suppressed pain and sensation grew and spread down her esophagus. She shook off the loader's hand and pushed him away.

A dull thud rang out, and she decisively drew her gun, pinning the loader down with one hand and slamming the loader's head with the butt of the gun with the other.

"In the name of Hades!!! Wake up!!!"

Words have a magical power; she felt the title change in her throat, like a shout coming from a distant, foggy sea, hazy and distorted.

People's thoughts determine the direction of their currents; currents can converge into the sea, giving them power, and powerful torrents can also change the direction of nearby currents.