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

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Hades was telling the truth; he wasn't lying! No!

A solemn and deep voice echoed, and all the foundry workers listened in silence.

God said He was weak, but before everyone's eyes lingered that phantom that seemed to pierce the sky, that feeling of knowledge echoing and enveloping them.

So, this is what weakness is?

How powerful must a true god be?!

People were still immersed in the teachings they had just received. The engine diligently recorded and disassembled each word, and the foundry workers tacitly began to try to decipher the passage, hoping to uncover more wealth.

Seeing that there was silence again, Hades was so embarrassed that he was sweating profusely. Damn it, don't tell him that he has been found out, or he will be completely doomed.

Finally, it was the blacksmith standing before Hades who broke the silence, and Hades thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

"My lord, please forgive my disrespect."

Hades nodded, which was considered tacit approval.

"Are you currently hiding within the Fourteenth Army?"

Hades paused for a moment, but nodded nonetheless.

The blacksmith bowed his head heavily, as if performing a strange salute.

"Then let us think about what we can do for your legion."

Hades was overjoyed; he'd fallen for their trap!

The blacksmith opposite him was also revving his engine wildly, but in reality, blacksmiths were far from reaching the top management level of the Legion that decided to connect the forging world.

But the forgemen knew that their superiors were already discussing whether to cooperate on a legion matter.

Greié originally wanted to cooperate with the Steel Warriors, who were also skilled in mechanics, but Perturabo's attitude toward the Great Sage thwarted Greié's plans.

Some sages suggested Death Guard, while others suggested waiting.

But looking at Hades the Founder, he knew his chance for promotion had come.

God, forgive my disrespectful thoughts.

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Chapter 173 Newcomer, but Leader

Amidst the chants and praises of a group of blacksmiths, Hades managed to persuade them to return. Fortunately, one of the blacksmiths was quite sensible; although somewhat mystical, he at least made communication between Hades and the group of Grei's blacksmiths relatively smooth.

The forger named 021 trembled as he solemnly assured Hades that within a Terra Standard Month, the Grei'er Forge World would attempt to enter into a contract with the Death Guardians.

Hades stared at 21, his goggles blurred by the wind and sand—it seemed that the status of a forger in a forging world couldn't be considered very high.

Although the relationships within the Cult of Mechanics are complex and varied depending on the sect and the Foundry world, Hades couldn't be sure what if this Foundry Master held a high position.

However, the cables sticking out of this guy's face aren't high-end stuff.

This is an internal matter of the Grei'e Forging World, and Hades doesn't intend to interfere. Even if they don't take the initiative to make a pact, the Death Guard will try to contact the Forging World.

Hades remained in his position, watching as the oil-guzzlers finally slowly disappeared from his sight, and continued cleaning the Netherworld construct. Although in the distance, some people were still trying to take a step back and then kneel.

Hades sighed when the little red dots finally disappeared, relieved that he had managed to fool them.

Fortunately, he had made the Death Guards who were waiting for him retreat to a relatively far position in advance. Otherwise, if they had seen the scene of the motor oil guy kneeling to him, and Hades's pretentious words, Hades felt that he could have performed a scene of dying on the spot.

To prevent this from happening again, Hades specifically instructed them to treat him as an ordinary Space Marine and stop playing hymns in his ear.

Following the landmark directions given to him by Tarachin, Hades easily led the Death Guards to a concealed tomb entrance and went straight down into the mine without any problems.

Even the scarab beetles, the most common insects found in tombs, were gone; they had all gone back to sleep.

It's alright, Hades will just grab something and leave.

Compared to the infallible Hades, the Death Guards following behind him had raised their alert level to the highest level.

These were Barbarus warriors that Walker specially selected for Hades; they were outstanding and meticulous.

But precisely because of this, the death guards became increasingly hesitant after entering the tomb.

We were supposed to just do a small job, but something's not right. We're heading straight into the enemy's rear?

The people looked at each other hesitantly, but in the end they all chose to remain silent. After verifying Hades' identity several times, they silently gripped their explosive guns and followed Hades, whose footsteps became lighter and lighter, into the depths.

Ta-da! The Golden Legend!

The promised weapon and two engines from the figure king have arrived!

Enrique, the master forger of Deathguard, silently gazed at the two giant engines in the warehouse. The texture of alien technology was vividly displayed on them, with emerald green lines flowing smoothly across the black shell, giving a sense of speed.

Enrique turned his head and saw Hades with two large pistols, one black and one white, tucked into his waistband.

Hades chuckled at him.

Enrique turned his head and looked again at the two enormous alien engines, which were so intact and brand new.

Enrique turned his head again, and Hades chuckled.

Enrique remained silent, the veteran staring at Hades in silence, while Hades chuckled.

Hades could no longer laugh.

"Where did it come from?"

"Picked it up."

Enrique slowly put on his magnifying engraving glasses and then picked up the black stone tablet in his hand to examine it.

"That's really good luck."

"I also found an instruction manual."

Hades coughed awkwardly. No, Hades, you need to straighten up!

"You don't have enough permissions, I can't say anything."

The only ones with sufficient authority were probably Mortalian and Garo, but as soon as they heard it was a mechanical job, they put Hades in charge of overseeing them.

Hey, don't you guys even bother to find out where these things came from?

After Hades finally finished filling out the nearly small report book, Mortarian didn't even look at it and just threw it into the filing cabinet.

Hey! Aren't you afraid Hades might pull some tricks?

Hades still remembered the glare he received from Gara when he said those words. After patting Hades on the shoulder and telling him to "do a good job," the two of them sent Hades off to work.

After all, among the top management, only Hades understood mechanics; the original master foundry belonged to the middle management and could not enter the core decision-making circle.

So, Hades is theoretically at the highest position in the foundry department, but in terms of technical experience, he is among the least senior.

Hades was no longer able to look Enrique in the eye when they met, having been parachuted into leadership positions the last time they met.

Enrique stared at Hades, his sharp gaze seemingly piercing through him.

"it is good."

Enrique simply said one thing.

"But both engines must be verified and inspected by the foundry, no matter what you think."

“I don’t concern myself with those government-related matters, but technically, these two engines must be screened, which takes a lot of time.”

Hades nodded and said seriously,

"Indeed, these engines need to be thoroughly inspected."

"Article 093-1 requires at least 401 screenings of these machines."

"No rush, we can prioritize the foundry department over beta."

Enrique was taken aback. Hades' initial words had led the casting master to mistake Hades for one of the many high-ranking officials who had previously liaised with the casting department. Without exception, Enrique had always provided them with technical information to prevent the decision-making level from issuing any strange orders to the casting department.

But this time, Hades spoke these words before him.

Enrique's eyes held a complex expression. He looked at the increasingly tall "apprentice" and wondered whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that a technical sergeant had suddenly risen above him to take charge of the foundry department.

So far, apart from Enrique seeming a bit odd, it's alright for a leader who doesn't need to explain technical knowledge himself and who is also involved in technology.

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Chapter 174 was rubbed

Grei's cooperation request came quite quickly. Hades originally thought these tech enthusiasts would stick to the one-month deadline, but to his surprise, a large fleet from Grei arrived two weeks later.

Greia is not a small forging world. It not only possesses an independent Morning Star Titan Legion, but also, on its brownish-yellow planet, lies the marvel of countless industrial machines known as the "Crown of Greia," a complex and magnificent main forging facility that can even detach itself from Greia's home planet.

Like a giant crown that could be ripped off a planet and flown away, the sages and apostles of Grei's pumps also roar with the dogma of violence.

This was also the first large forged world that the Death Guard might be prepared to cooperate with, so as soon as the fighting in 106 subsided, Death Guard Commander Mortarion returned to his flagship, the Endurance, to prepare for the upcoming negotiations.

Specifically, this manifests as picking up a document written by Hades and taking a look at it.

Play the hymn!

Countless servants, adorned with ornate lace, knelt respectfully on either side of the red carpet. Red cloth hung from the floating servo skulls, gold threads were tied to the silk, and incense wafted from the silk baskets.

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Mortarion stood at the very center of the end of the red carpet, with Hades and Garrosh standing on either side of him. The Primarch stared expressionlessly at the red carpet, which seemed to be shimmering with gold, as if he were judging whether he had misjudged the Forged World's attitude toward the Death Guard.

Hades was glad he was wearing a helmet, otherwise everyone would have seen him sweating profusely.

Didn't he say not to make a big fuss and not to publicize it? What's going on here?!

This reception etiquette, putting aside everything else, was at least not a simple cooperative reception, but rather mixed with religious reception. No, it was directly conducted as a religious reception!

Mortalian and other decision-makers on the front lines were unfamiliar with the doctrines of the Mechanicus, so these customs might seem a little strange to them, but they were understood as local characteristics.

Meanwhile, the technical sergeants of the foundry department, who were standing a little further away because they were not of high enough rank, were stunned.

What's going on here? Has the Mechanicus cult gone mad in this world? Do they think the Death Guard has a religious status?

While it would be a good thing that Death Guards are being given more attention, these tech sergeants couldn't figure out why this was the case.

Some whispers circulated in the private channel exclusive to the technical sergeant, but clearly no one understood what was going on; instead, they were even more confused.

The holy time has arrived!

The binary radio waves spread out in layers, and the mechanical cult, which had been as still as steel, finally began to move. A sea of ​​red robes and cables surged toward them, and the unique fragrance of machine oil incense wafted out in layers.

Among the layers of red robes, Hades spotted the blacksmith he had contacted earlier in a secluded spot at the front of the line, but judging from the formation, he probably didn't have much say in the group.

The great sage at the front walked over, his already hunched back almost touching the ground. He swayed as if he was about to kneel, but then forcibly stopped.

"Hello, Lord Death Guard."

The Great Sage stared at Mortarion with the enormous single eye in the very center of his head, but the luster within the countless smaller eyes surrounding the large single eye was not right.

Hades, who had studied optical transmission, knew that through those tiny points of light, all of the great sage's small compound eyes were watching Hades!

We look forward to meeting you.

Those tiny compound eyes, resembling spider eyes, were looking at Hades with lingering affection, and Hades felt goosebumps rising on his skin.

Behind the Great Sage, among the group of red-robed figures with their heads bowed, countless eyes secretly licked Hades's face, some with fervor, others with doubt.

Just when Hades thought he was about to be killed by these nerds' stares, Mortarian saved him.

"Deathguard is also looking forward to working with Greier."

Mortarian's hoarse voice rang out.

Perhaps feeling that the other party's etiquette was too much, Mortarian surprisingly added another sentence.

"We also look forward to meeting you."

The great sage's face flickered, and he eagerly turned around to lead the way.

"Then please come aboard our ship to discuss the details further."

The massive procession began to return, servo skeletons spewing out petals synthesized in the biological laboratory, and the servants began to chant dizzying hymns.

Hades expressionlessly swept a pile of petals that had been poured onto him off his shoulder armor, but after a few steps, another small mountain of petals had piled up on his shoulder armor.

Hades' eye twitched. "Hey! You!" Hades had already seen several sages secretly scrambling for the petals that had been swept off him!