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

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“I think we might be able to carry out a large-scale psionic cleansing of Barbarus.”

"And the expected results of sweeping away psionic energy across the entire planet have been simulated countless times by me and the other great sages of life."

"In the first phase, the Black Tower will be activated, and the toxins in the fog surrounding the entire planet will settle in crystal form, adhering to landmarks and forming a loose layer of toxic crystals."

"We expect the average thickness of this crystalline layer to reach two meters, while the crystalline layer in the mountainous areas may be even thicker, reaching four meters or more."

"And more than 90 percent of the native organisms of Barbalus will die in this process."

These native creatures originally depended on the toxic environment of Barbarus for survival. Over thousands of years of evolution, they have developed the ability to store toxins in their bodies and have also acquired some psionic energy.

These creatures are not useless to humans; they are simply completely harmful.

Rotten hawk, pustular hound, pale laugher.

Just in case, the biological sage druid has made genetic and physical backups of all creatures on Barbarus, but Hades thinks that these toxic creatures will most likely no longer need to appear on Barbarus.

Other organisms that can survive in a non-toxic environment and are not very toxic will be reintroduced into the Barbarus ecosystem after undergoing certain genetic adjustments.

Hades once asked the bio-sage druid whether he should introduce new types of creatures onto Barbarus, and the cautious bio-sage told Hades that he did not need to do so.

The dramatic changes in the living environment will stimulate and accelerate the re-evolution and mutation of these organisms, so there is no need to introduce alien species. Moreover, in the future framework plan, the plant ecology of Barbalus will be relatively weak, and the native organisms can fully meet Barbalus's needs.

"The first phase will last for about a full Barbalus Standard Day, until the last psionic energy is also removed."

Hades paused, then looked at the two men before him. Mortarian was the judge of whether the operation should proceed, while Vox had been invited to offer his advice as a Barbarus.

Ordinary Barbalusians cannot remain clear-headed and rational in the high-pressure atmosphere of being with the Primarch, so Vox has to take on this role, even though he has been away from the native Barbalusian environment for some time.

Hades couldn't discern Mortarian's reaction. If this guy stayed still in one place for too long, the poison gas around him would accumulate into a natural barrier, making it impossible for anyone to see Mortarian's true form.

Oh, by the way, during Hades' seclusion, Mortarion devised a new version of the plus-sized Poison Gas Incense Burner. He created a completely new version that mixed in some of Terra's flora and fauna, and now the poison gas surrounding the Primarch is even more pungent than the one on Barbaross.

Since these poisonous gases didn't have any psionic damage, Hades just watched as Mortarion grew increasingly strange every day.

While sitting to the side, Vox remained expressionless, Hades could tell that the young man was completely stunned. Perhaps he couldn't imagine that Hades and the bio-sages would carry out such a wild transformation on Barbarus.

"Then we will move on to the second phase."

Hades ignored them both and continued speaking.

"In the second phase, we will shut down the anti-psychic field, at which point Barbalus's distorted psychic environment will be completely eradicated."

"Then the mechanical sages will release enough raining agent into the atmosphere of Barbarus. This raining agent will accelerate the formation of clouds from the rising fog that has just settled toxins."

"Then came the torrential rain."

Hades said.

The torrential rain, an overwhelming downpour, seemed to wash everything away. The fog that had shrouded the entire planet year-round, after being imprisoned in the sky by psychic energy for tens of thousands of years, would bring the millennia-old history of Barbaross crashing to the ground, destroying the crystalline poisonous shell covering the entire planet. The toxins, now freed from psychic energy, would dissolve back into the water.

"According to the calculations of the sages, we will dig temporary aqueducts in the main area of ​​Barbarus. Rivers formed by torrential rains will flow down the aqueducts to the area we designate, where the water purification machines of the Mechanicus will be waiting."

Those enormous, specially designed water purification machines, resembling small mountains or giant factories, continuously separate water from toxins and discharge the clean water into the sea near the equator of Barbarossa.

"According to calculations, the rainstorm formed by the fog alone cannot completely wash away the toxic crystalline layer of Barbarus, so at the same time, the sages will make the sea near the shore of Barbarus boil."

Interestingly, although the fog in Barbaros is toxic, the proportion of these toxins in the ocean around Barbaros is not very high. They are present, but not many, and they are all concentrated in the coastal area.

After dealing with the toxic fog, thanks to Barbalus's self-purification ability (although Hades was curious whether Barbalus really had this ability), the toxins in the sea did not cause much trouble.

Just like the druid's lament about Hades—these poisonous gases are practically keeping humans captive, confining them to specific land areas.

The development of a civilization is nothing more than trying to touch the stars or heading towards the other side of the sea.

But in Barbarossa, none of this is possible.

Civilization has been imprisoned.

But it doesn't matter. With the extra technology from outer space and from the Empire, the Barbarus people don't need to develop any more technology or civilization.

Sometimes, things just don't make sense.

And for all of this, let us say thank you, Your Highness—no, thank you, Mortarion.

On other planets, such a massive transformation cost wouldn't be something easily achieved.

The Primarch's political status, as well as the military status of the legion he led, allowed him to easily obtain a plethora of resources for his home planet, along with countless tax exemptions listed on parchment.

Hades looked at the two of them. Mortarian still couldn't see anything, but Vox was visibly stunned.

Hades, maintaining his serious tone, continued to explain the upcoming plans to the two.

"The end of the second phase is marked by the cessation of rain."

"Once we observe that the soil on the ground has been washed away to a depth of one meter, we will stop promoting rainfall. The rain will stop in different areas after three days of natural precipitation."

"This phase, conservatively estimated, will take at least one standard Barbarossa month."

When the rain stops, this planet, shrouded in a toxic veil year-round, will reveal its true face for the first time.

Although Hades longed for a romantic vision, such as what the planet would look like from space, his calculations told him it would most likely be a dull brown.

Hades blinked, not continuing his description, because the next part was about reconstruction, which required negotiation.

Hades has prepared a complete reconstruction plan and follow-up measures.

"So, what do you guys think?"

Hades looked at the two expectantly. This was the result of months of tireless calculations by him and the sages of the Cult of Mechanics. Several biological sages even had their wet-component brains destroyed in the process.

It was astonishing that Vox recovered from his detached state.

Although Vox had heard of wars that changed an entire planet, he had never witnessed them firsthand. Moreover, Hades presented him with a completely different kind of transformation, each step built upon calculations and previous data, yet when combined, it became something extraordinary.

It is so grand.

Listening to Hades' description, Vox saw and felt it: the frost solidified on his armor, and the torrential rain pounded against his helmet, dripping down the curve of the armor.

Vox felt as if he were standing in the world of Barbarossa after the rain. He looked up and saw for the first time the scene where he could see the stars as far as the eye could see.

Vox had no idea what it would look like to stand on the ground and look up at the sky without the fog.

Even in Galapagos, the atmosphere is shrouded in industrial haze, obscuring the sun.

So, what will it look like when the gas dissipates? Vox wondered. Will he be able to see the starry sky directly, just like he saw it from the spaceship?

Vox was captivated by the future Hades described: a Barbalus without poison gas, a future without poison gas. It had appeared in the dreams of every Barbalusian before, perhaps even when they were suffocating from the poison gas.

Vox wanted to say directly that he supported Hades's actions, but since the legion commander had not spoken, Vox could only sit there awkwardly, letting Hades look at him with expectant eyes.

Hmm. Not supporting his senior makes Vox feel a pang of conscience.

Hades blinked, realizing that Vox might be wary of Mortarian, and then spoke directly.

"Vox, what do you think?"

Vox was taken aback, and blurted out,

"Support! The absence of poison gas has been a dream for generations."

After saying that, Vox felt a little regretful. He glanced at Mortarian without making it obvious, and the slowly settling poison gas finally started to react.

"is it?"

The hoarse Grim Reaper spoke, and the high pressure instantly exploded in the room. The Primarch's mood was unclear. Vox swallowed hard; he was now filled with regret.

But looking at the expectant Hades, Vox felt he should be braver.

"Yes, sir, when I was little, people often gathered together to discuss which day the fog would be less."

"If people find out that tomorrow will be a day with less fog, the atmosphere in the whole village will become more relaxed."

"But what if it's foggy weather?"

Vox paused.

"That could very well mean more deaths, inability to work, and poor harvests."

"But you're just hoping the fog will thin out."

Mortarian pointed out the flaw in Vox's statement.

"Yes, my lord."

Vox nodded.

"Because even the craziest person wouldn't utter such absurd and unrealistic words as 'there is no fog,' only occasionally heard from the mouths of ignorant children."

"The Barbarus people look forward to a future without poisonous fog, sir."

Mortarian stared at Vox, then turned to look at Hades, for it was Hades's advice that had led him to decide to remove Barbaros's poisonous fog.

But when it really came to that... Mortarianta.

It's not just about liberation; behind liberation lies the promise of a stable tomorrow.

You cannot replace one tyranny with another.

He was a Barbalusian, and the Barbalusians longed for a tomorrow free of poison gas.

But in such a comfortable environment, does he intend to turn the Barbarosians into useless people?

In his inner turmoil, the image of Motalian's adoptive father, Nacre, flashed through his mind—a tall figure roaring at the small, weak boy.

"You cowardly piece of trash! Get stronger, or die!"

Nacre stripped Mortarian naked and then threw him off a cliff—

"Get up here! You piece of trash!"

"Don't make me save you again, you piece of trash!"

Is he doing the same thing as Nacre?

No, Mortarian will not become like his adoptive father.

No, no, no.

He didn't want to be that kind of person—

Motari calmed himself down, pulling himself out of the nightmares of the past.

"it is good."

The Primarch delivered his verdict.

"I believe in the Barbarosians."

Even without poison gas, the Barbarosians would be resilient individuals.

Mortarion was so devoted to resilience because he knew that a weak individual could not survive the poisonous gas of Barbaros. At the beginning of the story, the Primarch was seen several times staring blankly at the corpses that had been taken by the gas.

If they were tough enough, they wouldn't have become cold corpses.

They needed to be resilient, otherwise the harsh environment would have killed them.

But now Mortarian has a new option: he can change his circumstances.

So what exactly is he pursuing?

Mortarian stared at the electronic screen filled with data, lost in thought.

Mortarian's straightforward answer was truly unexpected good news. Hades had already thought of countless ways to persuade Mortarian, but he didn't expect Mortarian to achieve such a successful outcome so easily.

Vox's contribution to this was indispensable.

Vox, well done!

Hades has decided to treat Vox to a good meal; since following the Biological Sage, at least he doesn't have to worry about meat anymore.

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Chapter 180 The Black Ships Arrive, Free People Taken

Large industrial machines specially commissioned from Greier roared across the plains of Barbarossa. It was almost planting season, but the vast fields were devoid of neat rows of rice, with wildly growing weeds breathing toxic fumes into the ground.

The evacuation plan for Barbarus is also proceeding in an orderly manner. The young and middle-aged people who were originally left behind in the village to work the land are boarding the shuttle to the Star Ring in an orderly manner under the organization of the Death Guard.

Hades stood beneath the Black Tower, gazing into the distance. The evacuating people looked like tiny black dots; soon, this planet would be devoid of humanity.

Apart from himself and the strong individuals selected from the Death Guard's untouchables, ordinary people cannot withstand the intensity of the anti-psychic field.

At that time, Hades will need to activate the anti-psychic domain beneath the tallest and largest black tower.

The key to activating the anti-spiritual energy field