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

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In an instant, billions of dark green lightning bolts surged violently into the vast sky, piercing through the millennia-old mist in a flash, and the ear-piercing thunder, like the screams of the dead, tore through space, turning the entire world upside down!

The world trembled, shook, and shuddered. Space began to blur, vision became chaotic, and within the thick fog, violent lightning surged like waves, tearing the fog apart, dismantling it, and swallowing it up.

Frenzied screams and low murmurs came from a corner of the subspace, but at this moment and in this place, the laws of physics once again grasped their supreme authority. Chaos and disorder were the junk discarded by the gods of physics, and solid laws would lay the foundation here, and everything would operate under the path of order and rules.

It surged, converged, churned, and washed over everything in the world, crowding into his mind as well.

Hades watched all of this.

His face was expressionless, showing neither sadness nor joy.

All living beings die.

—The—Underworld—Descends—

Everything fell silent, everything stagnated, everything faded.

The brutality seemed to have been fleeting, and the souls that had witnessed the miracle blinked in disbelief, but nothing was left except for the slightly swirling mist.

Then, it started to fade.

The colors, like waves crashing on the shore, fade into the distance.

All souls will vanish, sinking into the depths of the sea, a place far more desolate than death itself.

The creatures here are destined to be tinged with chaos, and perhaps fervent emotions are the very foundation of these souls.

Fate here does not welcome him.

Hades stood on the shore, looking at the corpses at the bottom of the water, bird bones and beast carcasses everywhere. On the other side of time, this place will be covered with the remains of humans.

The skull stared blankly at him.

Why are you here?

It asked, its eyes flashing a scarlet red light, like fresh blood.

Hades blinked, and the red light on the indicator light came on.

This marks the end of the first phase.

Hades stiffly pulled out the obituary, looking around in disbelief at everything, a strong sense of unreality pressing down on him.

He felt heavy and tired.

In the darkness, there was nothing but the flashing of the indicator lights.

Hades tried to leave, and he forcefully opened the door of the small house. With a bang, a thick, humid atmosphere rushed out.

It's raining.

Hades removed his helmet, and large raindrops pelted his face, streaming down his cheeks and across the scars that ran across his entire face.

Hades took a deep breath, and the fresh, moist air instantly filled his nostrils.

This reminded him of the smell in the neighborhood right after it rained.

The torrential rain began to wash everything away.

Chapter 182 Bystanders

In a daze, day and night were indistinguishable, and the surrounding fields were indistinguishable. The torrential rain and darkness, like a curtain, swallowed everything.

On the silt, the highly toxic loose crystals were washed away, and the turbid water mixed with mud flowed down, creeping into the great river.

The scarlet warning lights pierced through the thick rain, flashing faintly, and the whistles of steam engines blared, cutting through the heavy moisture, as the first batch of heavy industrial machinery crashed heavily to the ground.

The engine roared, the gears spun, and the red robe, soaked by the sudden rain, fell heavily to the ground. The mechanical sage staggered out of the giant machine, the wet cloth tugging at his feet. He looked in that direction, muttering incantations, and then knelt down without hesitation on the muddy ground mixed with poisonous water, simply lowering his head and pressing it against the slippery, filthy earth.

Praise be to Om Messiah.

The torrential rain nearly submerged the sage's somewhat gaunt body. After a brief prayer, the sage turned around, but reluctantly looked back several times. Finally, he turned back decisively and began directing the heavy-duty water pump to start its work.

Similar scenes appeared beside every piece of heavy machinery.

Every mechanical instructor waiting in the highest atmosphere was deeply shocked by that short Barbaros Standard Day.

Perhaps the previous simulations had already given the sages a complete understanding of the entire process within the engine, but when they flew high in the sky, and giant lightning bolts burst forth from the thick fog beneath their feet, tumbling and even about to touch the aircraft they were in, an indescribable fear and reverence, and an immeasurable sense of piety, surged forth.

That's the most primal emotion humans feel when they witness a miracle.

Yet it also contains a continuation of reason and logic; distracting thoughts and desires become weaker, vision becomes exceptionally clear, but the soul seems to have detached itself from this world.

Greed and obsession became blurred, and the gods who ruled over them were banished from this region.

At this point, calculations and thinking will be unhindered; they will faithfully execute the laws of physics, just as they were in the beginning.

When the first drop of rain fell on the earth, the sages closest to the anti-psychic realm finally awoke from their slumber.

The sages, whose appearance was untouched by the naked eye, were already in tears. They stared at each other frantically, as if they couldn't believe what they had just experienced.

Praise be to Om Messiah!!!

The Silent Sister Black stood incredulously atop the secondary tower closest to the main tower, the savage green deeply etched into her aquamarine eyes.

The immense pressure suddenly dropped, and for the first time, Blackfa understood the oppressive power that the Untouchables exerted over mortals.

At this moment, even as the Claw of the Empire, she felt suffocated in this space that had almost become a complete warp.

But she was the Claw of the Empire, and the Black Mage once again raised her head, propping herself up with her decapitation sword; her mission was to record it all.

It is possible to restore all of this if necessary.

Hades felt her hem being tugged; it was little Herella. After meeting the Silent Sisters, Hades entrusted little Herella to them with peace of mind.

After all, the Deathguard is still a team full of Space Marines. Hades, with his outdated and traditional 3K mindset, naturally couldn't accept that Little Herrera was watching a bunch of muscular brutes wrestling in the Duel Cage every day.

Although, apart from Hades, both sides were quite used to him.

The oily man's educational approach is also unsuitable for little Herrera. Hades has already advised Kim to stop trying to persuade little Herrera to remove her uterus to make room for another wet brain.

However, Kim told Hades with great concern that he suspected little Herrera's IQ was below par. Hades could only tell this tech-savvy guy that little Herrera just didn't like reading, but that there was nothing wrong with her brain and she didn't need to install another one.

Hades thus realized that Deathguard was not a suitable place for children to grow up, at least not from his old-fashioned and rigid 3K perspective.

Because of little Herrera's physical condition, Hades was also unable to send her to school.

So when the Black Ships finally came to pick up Herila, Hades (who actually came to steal Black Tower technology) promptly put this Black Mage sister in charge of Herila's education.

Having received training from the nuns, Dark Fa was far more professional than Hades, who was only a half-baked expert, in judging female untouchables. Dark Fa immediately realized that this little Herrera had extremely outstanding untouchable potential.

Therefore, Blackfa decided to personally take charge of little Herrera's education, guiding the young girl to become an excellent nun of silence, dedicating her loyalty to the Empire.

The raging green lightning was still flowing. Black Mage steadied his thoughts, and the tall nun lowered her head to meet little Herella's eyes.

His dark brown eyes were now filled with tears.

Indeed, although little Herrera has extremely high talent, it would probably be difficult for her to withstand this anti-psychic energy field.

Feeling unwell?

Little Herrera shook her head. The little girl looked into the distance, her gaze overlapping with the past, when that girl had looked south countless times.

[Will Hades be alright?]

For no apparent reason, little Herrera began to worry about Hades. Could it be that the usually cheerful older brother could stir up such terrifying waves?

Could this be the Hades she knows? Or something else entirely?

Black magic shakes its head.

In the realm without souls, Hades will be safe.

This is not the truth.

Excessive water levels can cause the container to break.

The Emperor has already taken out insurance for this.

Black Law thought of it.

What the Silent Sisters didn't know was that the Emperor's control over the Dark Realm had long since loosened; at least, the anti-psychic field that had devoured the entire planet was not solely the work of the Black Tower.

The nuns and the Imperial Guards both mistakenly took this anti-psychic field, which was far beyond its limits, as the effect of the Black Tower.

Under the manipulation of other untouchables, the Black Tower could certainly generate an anti-psychic field, but it would never be on its current scale.

Above the star ring, all was deathly silent.

Mortarian silently gazed at the planet beneath his feet. The once verdant planet was now rapidly withering, with murky clouds of dust rising and replacing the lush greenery of Barbarus.

Mortarian could imagine the raging storms above Barbarus at this very moment, the torrential rains that could engulf everything, and the lightning that could split mountains, with the entire planet's atmosphere undergoing violent changes.

Mountains crumble and the earth splits, the heavens and earth twist and turn, but from space, everything appears so peaceful.

It's like a simple precipitation reaction in a beaker in a laboratory.

But Mortarian knew that no one would underestimate the momentous changes taking place on Barbaros.

There is no other reason——

Any creature with a soul, even if it casts its gaze in this direction even once, will immediately feel a terror emanating from the depths of its soul. Their souls scream, boil, and desperately beg to get away from this hell on earth immediately.

The pain from the soul even made them ignore some emotional gaps. The emotions that were originally directed suddenly broke down, leaving the world with redundancy to mobilize itself.

Mortarion blinked, and the Primarch, after suppressing his intense aversion, managed to keep his gaze fixed on Barbarus.

Mortarian knew that this was Hades' power.

Unlike himself, he possesses a rather unpleasant ability.

Mortarian glanced at Vox seemingly casually. The Barbarus, who was quite enthusiastic about the plan, had already silently shifted his gaze to the floor. Vox felt that if he looked any longer, his brain would melt away in agony.

Mortarian tolerated Vox's negligence, continuing to keep a close eye on Barbaros, unwilling to miss any minute detail.

Mortarian certainly wanted to completely eradicate the strong psionic atmosphere on the planet.

That's what he thought, and that's what he wanted to do. He seemed to hear curses and pleas from the Warp. In a daze, it seemed that all the jewels and power for eternity had been promised, and that with just a slight nod from Mortarion, he would become a god who ruled over death and eternity, possessing the bounty of the entire galaxy.

Mortarian stared at Barbarus, motionless.

He stood in the garden, but the once bountiful garden now seemed so empty; Mortarian could even see the white floor beneath the illusion, the resilient horn.

He is making a futile attempt.

What do you want, my child?

Vines burst from the mud, climbing up Mortarion's armor in an attempt to hold back the stubborn visitor.

Mortarian spoke,

"I want you dead."

A thunderbolt erupted, tearing this ridiculous scene to shreds. Mortarian continued to stare at Barbarus, knowing he didn't want to miss a single detail.

The unrestrained laughter came from the warp, but Mortarian knew that it would also be swallowed up by Hades' dark domain.

Soon, the laughter also disappeared.

Here now, there are only weak souls and the rigid laws of physics.

Vox remained staring at the ground, completely unaware of what his Primarch had just experienced.

Mortarian tolerated Vox's dereliction of duty.

As the last crystal fell to earth, in the medical room guarded by death, the long-dormant deceased finally awoke from his chaotic dream.

One more chapter to go, wait for me to finish writing.

Chapter 183 Medical Room (again)

The torrential rain continued, but the scattered crimson spots had already covered the barren wilderness of Barbarus. The sages from Greiel commanded their steel steeds, unleashing the power unique to the Mechanicus, the power of gears and knowledge, amidst the raging nature.

After the Dark Abyss recedes, the rest will be entirely entrusted to the sages of the Mechanicus. These sages, who have altered the original structure of countless worlds, will perfectly complete this mission.

Enormous machines; you can even see their roaring silhouettes on the star ring.

In the observation area of ​​the star ring, people walked around, stopping and starting. Three days had passed. Some people rushed to work and then came back after get off work, while others simply made a bed and leaned against the transparent observation window, staring at the planet that had been shrouded in thick clouds and turned gray.

Some sturdy children mingled in the crowd, shouting and selling simple food and information, while a chubby man who looked like a principal organized the children on the side.

Compared to the flowing crowd, the Death Guards who had been maintaining order from the beginning remained standing in place, like statues.

The current noisy scene makes it impossible to imagine that this place was like it was just a few days ago.