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

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It narrowed its eyes dangerously.

Vashtor is the inventor, the scientist, the craftsman, the foundry master; it is the roar of all machinery in operation, and the flash of inspiration of all scientific madmen in their experiments.

It has no morality; logic and order are what make it.

No one can say for sure how many of those bold innovators who did not follow the doctrines of Mechanism provided Vashtor with power.

Innovation and ingenious ideas may fall into the trap of cunning, but the ever-changing Demon Lord prefers philosophers with humanistic thinking to these seemingly rigid craftsmen who follow the laws of physics.

Vashtor welcomed them.

However, not all artisans and sages grant Vashtor power; their unwavering faith in the Cult of Mechanism prevents the Lord of the Forge from taking it.

This may be why Mechanism, a rigid, inflexible religion that ordinary people don't understand and find disgusting, can still continue to exist.

The aroma of machine oil slowly rose, red-clothed servants chanted hymns, gears whirred, machinery roared, and in the mechanical sanctuary, the statue of the god of machines stared at His followers without any expression.

The cooperative pact between Grei's Forge World and the Fourteenth Legion's Death Guard takes effect here. A servo skeleton draped in red robes and gold thread slowly descends, the words on the sacred parchment imbued with power.

The contract was copied into three copies in gold by the sage who was most familiar with the doctrine. Each of the three copies will be kept by the Death Guard and Greiel, while the last copy will be delivered to Regent Macardo of Terra under the escort of the Death Guard and Greiel. The Empire will then approve and file this cooperation.

The cooperation ceremony concluded successfully, and even the mechanical sages were willing to hold a "small" celebration afterward. Hymns poured out like a cathartic outpouring. Mortarian couldn't stand the noisy and chaotic scene, so he made an excuse to leave early, leaving Hades to continue to manage the relationship with Greiel.

“Praise be to Om Messiah!”

Hades, without batting an eye, stopped the third blacksmith who lunged at him, then placed the fanatical fellow on the ground. The great sage who had been chatting with him gave him an apologetic smile, and then had his servants drag the delirious blacksmith away.

Fortunately, the great sage he was talking to was a normal person.

Hades thought numbly.

What Hades didn't know was that although the sage was beating Hades, not a god, it didn't stop him from editing the video of his close conversation with Hades and then selling it like hotcakes back in Greiel.

Amidst the clinking of glasses in the mechanical jungle, the machine servants sang praises of the majesty of their mechanical bodies.

"Praise be to the great and sacred machine!"

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Chapter 177 Hades had no ill intentions

Three Terra Standard Months later.

The clearing of the battlefield at 106 is still ongoing. Due to the war, large areas of black rock have been exposed on the ground, and then further broken down into fragments suitable for mining and transportation by the artillery fire of the war.

The jet-black stone, after passing through Grei's mining production line and then through the subspace route, is flowing continuously towards the rings of Barbaros.

In the warehouse that Barbarus used to store blackstone ore, Jin stood still, watching his "colleagues" from another world take charge of storing the blackstone.

These forgers are not like Jin's colleagues on Mars. Forgers working under the sages usually try their best to minimize their wear and tear during the work. But these forgers of Greiel are different. They are doing this work with a pious attitude.

Jin felt somewhat puzzled, but he seemed to know why, as the sage Kirkland's cryptic words still echoed in his ears.

This virus file, named "KKL," has occupied two of Jin's four logic engines, making Jin feel that his thinking has slowed down significantly.

Unfortunately, the virus file couldn't be killed, and after taking over his two logic engines, it didn't seem to have any further plans. Jin wasn't sure if it was Kirkland or just an extension of his calculation formula.

But it didn't matter. King didn't care whether Kirkland lived or died, nor would he dwell on the series of philosophical questions that followed.

After receiving Hades' Black Obelisk experiment report, Kirkland became much more obedient. Jin could only feel that his logic engine was at full power, but Kirkland was no longer bothering him.

Kirkland probably doesn't have any other computing power to bother them.

Good morning, Kim!

A familiar voice rang out, and Hades, who had finally signed the subsidiary treaty with Greier Foundry World, walked in from the other side of the door.

King Kong was about to greet them—

"Hey! Little Herrera, get out of here!"

Ignoring him, Hades hurriedly ran to a pile of ore and pulled a vaguely human-shaped figure off it.

Little Herrera made a face, muttered "okay, okay," and then broke free and ran away.

"Brother Hades hasn't come to play with us in a long time!"

Before Hades could refute, the little devil darted away.

Hades stared helplessly in the direction Little Herrera had run off to. The little one's ability to hide as an Untouchable was getting stronger and stronger. It seemed that no one else could see Little Herrera except for himself. Just now when he entered the room, he saw Little Herrera playing with stones there.

Why hasn't the Silent Sisters' black ship arrived yet? The efficiency is too low, thumbs down!

What Hades didn't know was that the black ships were coming soon, but only if he allowed them to take some other valuable items back with them.

Hades turned his head, ready to chat with Jin for a bit—

“Praise be to Om Messiah!”

"Sir, are you here to inspect your devout followers?!"

Beneath the helmet, Hades visibly stiffened as unpleasant memories of his dealings with the Sage Greière over the past few days flooded his mind.

NOOOOO!

Jin cautiously observed Hades, who clearly looked unwell. Hades, the man in the death shroud, had just fled from the frenzied encirclement of the Greiel blacksmiths, carrying Jin with him.

Although Hades was more than twice the height of King, King still felt that the way he was carried out was incredibly stupid, and the obviously crazed Greiel blacksmiths even made envious noises at him.

Are you guys crazy?

Jin thought to himself, while simultaneously giving these Grei's foundry workers the middle finger as much as possible.

Hades sighed. The speed at which these black stones were being transported was significantly faster than he had expected, but it was obvious that the reason for such high efficiency was...

Hades gave a wry smile.

The war at 106 had ended. After hoarding a considerable number of undead warriors' individual weapons, the Death Guard's main fleet began its return journey.

What? You're saying the Death Guard's armory glows green at night? Oh, our Death Guard's paint job is green, so it's normal for it to glow green.

To transport large quantities of supplies to Grei'e, the Deathguard's main fleet is currently traversing the warp routes between the Grei'e Forge and Barbaros.

Hades returned to Barbarus, where, with the support of the massive blackstone deposits, he could further verify his conjectures.

The supplies and instruments needed by the world forging in Greière began to be shipped in large quantities. On the landmark of Greière, the Crown of Industry roared day and night, providing materials for the construction of Barbaros and Galaspa.

A semi-finished casting satellite frame has begun to hover above Barbalus, echoing the massive Barbalus ring and forming the cornerstone for Barbalus's future primary functions.

Hades had some ideas about this unfinished satellite, but before that, he needed to find an assistant.

Hades looked at the golden figure before him and waved his hand towards its face.

"gold?"

"What's the matter, sir?"

Jin's reaction time slowed down by 0.6 seconds? This is quite unusual for foundries who think with an engine.

"Your reaction time has slowed down."

Hades said firmly,

"that is because--"

“Praise be to Om Messiah!”

A sudden, explosive sound rang out, startling both of them.

"My lord, I'm still alive!"

A cheerful tune started playing from Jin's speaker, and Jin spat out an angry emoji in disgust.

"Sir, I've been infected with a virus, you don't need to—"

"Praise be to Om Messiah, it is so good to be alive! Let's have a familiar hug! Lord Hades!"

We've never even had a proper hug.

Hades watched Jin fight with both hands, both amused and exasperated. Hearing that familiar voice, Hades realized something. Could this be the Kirkland Sage's backup of consciousness in Jin?

The Mechanicus does indeed conduct research on consciousness and soul backups. The most famous research result in this area is the future Belisarius Caul's Symphony of Personalities.

However, compared to the absolute leadership of the main personality of Kaul, the Sage Kirkland's personality clearly has a control over this body that is comparable to that of King's personality.

Hades sighed.

"Quiet down, quiet down."

No one cares about him.

Hades decisively took control of the Black Domain, expanding it once and then withdrawing it.

"That's it!"

With a satisfied scream from the Sage Kirkland, the two bickering finally quieted down due to the suppressive effect of the Dark Domain on their souls.

Hades feigned seriousness, and in fact, this tactic worked very well. Under Hades's questioning, the Sage Kirkland revealed in detail how he managed to package and send his thoughts out at the last moment.

"I never expected to wake up. Perhaps this is the will of the God of All Machines! I was destined to help you, Lord Hades!"

Hades was speechless. Kirkland seemed to have become even more "loving of life" after dying once.

A muttered thought rang out: "What? I knew that guy wasn't a god. The real god is Hades."

Hades ignored the fanatical Kirkland, deciding to let the guy finish speaking and calm down before trying to discuss the subsequent arrangements. Hades pondered his plan. In fact, the people Grei sent to build and guard this forging satellite were all fanatics. Hades could let these people realize some of his wild ideas about weapons, and perhaps even reveal some necromancy technology. But regarding the part about Blackrock technology, King and Kirkland were the best candidates.

Although Hades could use these technologies, he couldn't keep a close eye on their large-scale application and the construction of production lines. Delegating the relevant work to the Mechanicus personnel who were already responsible for supplying weapons to the Empire might be a more time-saving and worry-free approach.

Initially, since the other side was on their side, Grei's personnel might need some time to settle in, while Kim and Kirkland probably wouldn't be—

"Lord Hades, when shall we overthrow the false god?"

Kirkland's voice rang out.

"what?"

"What false god?"

Hades, caught off guard, looked puzzled, but the next word from the Sage Kirkland made Hades jump up, his heart rate soaring to its maximum.

"The Emperor."

Sage Kirkland said matter-of-factly, "He's already died once, what is he afraid of?"

Damn it? !

Hades nearly coughed up blood.

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Chapter 178 Hades' Good Friends!

Sage Kirkland's earth-shattering remarks nearly scared Hades to death. Brother, you can't say things like that!

Hades didn't want to wait until the day he walked out of the lounge for these guys to drape a yellow robe over his head.

"Shut up, Kirkland, shut up."

Hades was certain he spoke with the utmost sincerity.

"First, I am not a god."

"Secondly, I don't know if the Emperor is a god, but I work for him."

Hades stared at King's display screen, making sure he was looking at the Kirkland Sage through King's eyes.

"Third, if you keep saying that, I think everyone will agree that you are already dead."

Jin was silent for a moment.

"Yes, Lord Hades! I understand!"

The Sage Kirkland's voice boomed out, and Hades wiped his sweat.

Do you really understand?

"Understood, my lord."

Why has Kirkland suddenly become so active?