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

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Chapter 235 Hello, Alien Race, Your Calamity Has Arrived (The End)

The good news is that Hades has been contacted, but the bad news is that there is no signal on Mortalian's side.

On the Perseverance, Gara stood silently, countless data points flowing across the command panel. Based on the latest developments on the battlefield, Gara cautiously mobilized the legion.

Aside from micro-management monsters like Perturabo, most legion command is a complex and tedious process, requiring the legion leader to work well with the mortal crew.

Now, the crew members are telling Garomotalian that the signal from there has been cut off—

[Perseverance, this is Hades, requesting air support. The main city can be held.]

Galo took a deep breath and gestured to the mortal crew member with his eyes that he understood.

[Endurance received. Hold out for another half standard interval, and we can open the first breach.]

[I can also access the Mechanicus's air defense here; the air defense zone map has been uploaded.]

[Perseverance received.]

Normally, this kind of conversation would end here, but perhaps because Hades was relatively free, the Death Guard, who always liked to liven things up, said one more thing.

[Galo? Why are you in command? Where's Mortarion?]

【.】

Galo did not want the situation here to distract Hades, who was still on the main battlefield, but concealing it was also a major taboo.

The rust had spread to some of the troops' armor, and the corps commander led the 0th Company to investigate.

The Death Guard has sealed off the infected troops.

For once, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the channel, but then Hades’ voice came through again, with the frequency of radio waves and a light tone.

Haha, thank goodness I kept them.

【Galo, contact the Lamplighter Ugo. Listen carefully: if he says he senses abnormal subspace fluctuations on the Endurance, then immediately take the fleet away from Ruster Prime.】

Currently, due to war and bloodshed, Ruster Mainworld remains the weakest point in the defenses.

[Use fire if possible, bring proper breathing apparatus, and send determined veterans first.]

Galo was taken aback. He wanted to ask something, but found himself speechless.

【Hades, you.】

This day was bound to come sooner or later. Warp creatures are nothing special; at least for now, the Endurance is still our home turf.

This was a lie. Hades was actually very panicked, but no matter how panicked he was, he couldn't immediately return to the Endurance. He had no choice but to trust.

Sooner or later, this day will come, and even if it's not the Death Guard, the tentacles of the warp will reach in.

Damn it, the sooner you fight, the sooner you enjoy it; the later you fight, the later you get used to it. In the original story, there are still scenes of mortals assisting the army in fighting demons during the great rebellion. You might scare them at first, but the fighting will still happen later.

Galo exhaled.

【understood. 】

【Galo, stay in touch with me at all times. Report to me immediately if anything goes wrong.】

[Galluto received.]

A makeshift squad, mixed with mourners, was assembled and sent to the third quarantine zone, the place where the signal disappeared.

"Sir, the signal has been lost."

Mortarian glanced at the apothecary Leo behind him, then called out the three men and told them to go back and report on the situation.

"Try reconnecting."

The sound of footsteps echoed long in the corridor, which was empty and dimly lit, resembling a standard scene often seen in horror movies.

What does the Queen Glory mean?

This means that the ship will have countless secret rooms and passageways; the ship's hidden parts are the perfect places to conceal filth and corruption, even the ship's actual owner—

Even a legion cannot fully understand a Queen of Glory, just as a human can never find out the cockroach nest in their own kitchen.

The isolation rooms assigned to pharmacists are usually located in the most remote corners of the ship to prevent the leakage of pollutants.

[Sir, it is indeed a subspace fluctuation.]

The Kirkland sage who often accompanied Hades spoke, his voice filled with unwavering certainty.

Mortarian took a deep breath and gripped the scythe of Annihilation tightly.

You were the sage who went through peril alongside Hades.

Yes, sir, we confronted the devil.

Mortarian looked at the deep corridor ahead, where a faint glow emanated from the very edge of what was visible to the naked eye.

What did you feel when you first encountered a demon?

Panic, shock, adults—without hesitation, I experienced the greatest fear of my life.

My worldview has crumbled, sir. The principles that formed the core of my life have shattered.

Mortarian gripped his scythe and continued on his way, paying no attention whatsoever to the sage behind him.

【Then what? 】

Lord Hades brought truth and hope.

Mortarian raised an eyebrow.

【What's the meaning? 】

Before that most blasphemous creature, Lord Hades showed no fear; even the most sophisticated instruments could not detect the minute changes in his emotional hormones.

He tells us, teaches us, that the devil is not to be feared.

“Yes,” Mortarian began, his voice echoing in the empty corridor.

"Demons are merely warp beings, carrying concepts that any rational being would despise, but we can still banish them."

"Bullets and blades are not invincible. When the physical body is broken, they will no longer be able to roar."

The knights behind the group roared, as if in agreement with Mortarion's words.

"As long as we can hold the high wall of thought."

As long as they hold fast to their ideological defenses, the fall of a nation always begins with wavering.

Mortarian whispered, his soft voice swallowed by the breathing behind the mask.

"Ignorance is our greatest weakness, but why does he cling to the imperial truth?"

Those pages filled with proverbs, the laurels of science and humanities shining brightly, would have made Mortarian the most steadfast advocate of imperial truth had he not witnessed the deepest nightmare firsthand.

But it was all lies.

Demons exist, gods exist, the warp possesses power, and psykers are not as benevolent as they appear.

Mortarion had tried replacing the words "demons" or "gods" with "warfolk," but even so, he could not explain the truth of the Empire.

In the end, Mortarion could only attribute these things to the power of language and thought; perhaps when people knew of the existence of demons, they might go mad, just as they had in the past.

But Kirkland's words just now made Mortarian realize that he was facing a demon, but he wasn't insane.

Does this mean that the power of language and thought is not as great as Mortarian imagined?

Mortarion pondered, but the warp events he had experienced so far were too few for the Primarch to draw an absolute conclusion.

In the end, Mortarion temporarily attributed the incident to Hades' presence at the time.

"grown ups."

The salute of the two on-duty pharmacists brought Mortalian back to his senses. Leo stepped forward to check on the two, and at the same time, a burst of static appeared on the channel.

【.Sir, it’s normal. 】

Mortarian remained silent, gesturing for the apothecary to lead them there.

Inside the observation window, rust-colored patches covered the floor, making the alloy-made cabin even more inconvenient.

Inside the outermost isolation room, pharmacists were busy spraying medicine, and the ventilation ducts were roaring as they filled the room with inert gas.

With the help of medicine and inert gas, the pharmacists managed to keep the rust there.

Mortarion frowned; the Primarch noticed the rust spilling out of the corridor.

"Condition."

"Commander, we have contained the rust in this area, but due to the rapid growth of the rust, fourteen isolation chambers inside have been infected."

"The isolation chambers inside are now completely filled with helium, which has temporarily suppressed the growth of these rust stains."

It was precisely because of the alarming speed at which these rust spots appeared that this otherwise insignificant message reached the Primarch.

Primarchs do not meddle in other people's business, especially during wartime.

"My lord, you are psionic energy."

Can you suppress it?

【Can. 】

Mortarian raised his hand, signaling the apothecaries to step back, with the Death Shroud and the Untouchables clearing the way, followed by the two knights.

The knight is still too big; if this space is to be used, one should be prepared to destroy the entire cabin.

Mortarion summoned the knights to suppress psionic energy, not to have them lead the battle. The Ghost Knights had fought Hades several times and were more experienced than the rest of the knights.

The Primarch keenly observed that the rust immediately began to wither when the Untouchables entered the area.

The pharmacists noticed it too and rushed forward, braving the oppressive and nauseating atmosphere, to remove the rust.

Things seemed to become simple and smooth, and as the Untouchables passed through, the rust faded away, leaving only dried tear stains.

But as they went deeper, the rust began to thicken and become soft, and these bright yellow things became vibrant, like some kind of unidentified slime mold.

They eventually arrived at the central room, where several "corpses" lay, the original source of the armor infection.

The entire room seemed to be devoured by slime mold; rust wriggled like mycelium, and in the center of the room, a human figure was twisted and coiled by fungi—

"Good day, Lord Mortarion."

Mortarian raised his hand and fired a shot at the gradually forming mycelium, but it was useless; those things didn't seem to be affected by physical damage.

The Primarch turned to the side, waved, and the roar of the giant chainsword echoed from behind the ranks, while a faint light shimmered on the Ghost Knight's body.

【Received, sir!】

The wandering spirit violently broke through the room and slammed into the mycelium with a buzzing sound. This was very effective. Even though the knight was like fighting against thin air, its very existence had already severely damaged the opponent.

Once the room was stable, Mortarian signaled the Death Shrouds to bring the Untouchables in and stabilize the physical barriers of the area.

As if encountering a natural enemy, the rust that covered the room quickly receded, and a network of vein-like patterns climbed back to the four corners of the room, suddenly—

Burst open!

A hazy yellow mist instantly filled the entire space, and a distorted human figure appeared and disappeared in the mist.

"My lord, you should face your true destiny instead of constantly running away from it."

"Resisting the gods will only bring you and your descendants an even more unbearable end."

The dim light shone on Mortarion's armor, making him appear like a corpse—pale, powerless, and stiff.

Mortarian silently fired at the fog.

It was useless; it only disturbed the fog.

The sage, who had been hiding at the back of the group, peeked out.

"Sir, it will subside on its own."

【.】

The Primarch continued to fire shot after shot at the shadows in the fog.

“You shouldn’t struggle. You certainly won’t die, but the price of every struggle will be the Death Guard itself.”

"Your fate and that of the Death Guard have already been decided. Were you completely unaware of your interactions with the other Primarchs?"

"Only you, only you, descended upon that vibrant planet, the most bountiful cradle He chose for you!"

"Shut up!"