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

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So, it turns out that before, on Barbaros, it was Karastifon who was in charge of this part of the government affairs for Mortalian?

After joining the Legion, it was Hades and the former Legion Commander Barasin who helped manage this area.

Recalling those days of endless haggling with imperial officials and approving all sorts of documents, Vox felt that this was quite different from the life he had imagined in the Legion.

It was Hades's order to provide support that saved Vox from his misery. Vox had already planned how to thank and praise Hades, but after the Legion arrived, he learned the devastating news that Hades might have already died in battle.

The legion commander also became irritable and gloomy. Helpless, Vox and Garo had to act cautiously and try not to disturb the legion commander's actions.

But now, Vox looked at Mortarion, who was clearly in a good mood, and fell into deep thought.

Mortarion charged at the forefront of the battle line, not to kill the enemy, but to observe the movements of the Death Guard recruits. Every now and then, the Primarch would dash forward, flick his hand, and pull a Death Guard out of the horde of undead, then throw the unfortunate recruit behind the battle line.

Vox glanced at Hades, who was watching the battle. He had been given the mission by Gara to communicate with the senior Hades.

After a while, Hades seemed to have grown taller, and his aura was even more imposing, completely unlike how Vox had seen him during training.

When the Primarch was not present, Garo, who was in charge of most of the affairs of the Death Guard, stood silently to the side, as if he had just come to check on the new recruits.

"Senior Hades?"

Vox carefully opened the communication channel with Hades.

"Well, what happened?"

The familiar voice came, and for some inexplicable reason, Vox breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's nothing, it's just that we haven't seen each other in a long time."

"Indeed, a lot of things happened afterward."

Hades remarked,

Vox hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Does the senior know anything about Carrastifon?"

Hades paused for a moment, then casually opened the communication channel with Galo as well.

"Half-degenerate, but the degenerate part has been removed."

"Is it related to that wanted pharmacist?"

Hades nodded silently.

"We did make a mistake."

Unexpectedly, Garo's voice came through the channel, while Vox fell silent.

"The apothecary Radon was originally close to the funeral procession, but now the new leader of the funeral procession, the lamplighter Ugo, is very concerned about this matter and feels that he has not managed the funeral procession well."

Hades looked into the distance; Fernando had been killed in the Battle of Galaspa.

“Ugo? I remember him.”

Galo continued in a calm and unwavering voice,

“Indeed, you fought him in the Duel Cage before, and he felt that you would be prejudiced against him, which made him rather uneasy.”

Hades was speechless.

"That won't happen."

"I've tried to persuade him, but it didn't work very well. You can talk to him privately later."

Hades pondered for a moment,

"it is good."

The three of them fell silent again, but after a short while, Galo's voice came through the channel again.

Hades.

"Ok?"

"Are you planning to build Death Guard?"

"No soldier doesn't want to build their own legion, right?"

Hades chuckled to himself.

"No, ordinary soldiers don't think about these things."

Galo turned his head and stared at Hades.

"I originally thought that taking Galaspa was the legion commander's order, but I later found out that it wasn't."

"This is your decision."

Hades took a deep breath.

"Yes, it's my decision."

"Death Guard needs more recruitment sites and more military and logistical support."

Galo continued to stare at Hades, but he did not speak. After a long while, a low response came from the channel.

"I see."

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Chapter 172 Don't kneel before me!

Broken walls and craters littered the battlefield, a trail of brutal wounds.

After following the main group and watching Mortarion lead the monster hunt for a few days, and once the apothecary Leo stopped paying much attention to Hades, Hades decisively asked for a small team and returned to the group of Netherworld constructs to dig out what the figurine king Tarashin had promised him.

Hades led his squad, avoiding the Mechanicus members, and approached the Necromancer's Constructs. He stood in front of a black rock, gazing thoughtfully at the lightning crater before him.

The scenes of things spiraling out of control a few days ago seemed to be right before his eyes. Hades first told the Death Guards who were with him to wait aside; he needed to recall them.

Hades held a sickle in one hand, stretched out the other, and stared blankly at his hand.

At that time, it seemed that I was able to use the Void Dragon's energy for a short period of time?

A thunderous green ripped through the black and white space, as if a god who controls the laws of physics had once glided across the surface of the water in reality for a fleeting moment.

The Void Dragon can control the Black Stone. And perhaps he himself can draw upon this power? Hades listened intently; the stones resonated with him.

But how can I use this power?

Hades looked at his hands and tried to imagine himself as a mage who could assemble orbs of light with his bare hands, feeling a current of energy flow into his hands.

Hades tried to hold it in for a long time, during which he tried various qigong techniques, but to no avail.

Uh... Should he ask the think tank? But this power is completely different from psionic energy.

Forget it, I'll try again myself. Those death guards waiting over there to dig up my grave are getting impatient.

However, Hades had just lifted his foot to leave—

[grown ups! ! ! ]

A blacksmith draped in a blood-red robe suddenly appeared from a broken wall next to the Netherworld Construct!

As the hymns began and the air filled with the scent of incense, the blacksmith from Greiel kowtowed directly to Hades!

What the hell!

What are you doing, Foundryman?!

Although Hades is a Space Marine, and an elite boss in Deathguards, he does indeed have a relatively high status.

But you don't have to kneel down right away?! And this forger's posture isn't just a normal kneeling gesture! It's the kind with religious significance?!

Hades reacted quickly and helped the blacksmith up. Although the blacksmith looked unremarkable, he was quite strong, and Hades almost couldn't lift him.

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Hades stared silently at the blacksmith from Greière. This sudden turn of events left him unsure whether to say, "You've mistaken me for someone else, sir," or "You don't need to perform such a grand ceremony, sir."

But he forgot one thing: to cut off the blacksmith's communication channel.

[Praise be to Om Messiah!]

The blacksmith's ecstatic voice exploded through the communication channel, and in an instant, no fewer than ten red figures appeared in Hades's field of vision—

They were all motorists shouting hymns and playing hymns.

They were all blacksmiths who had witnessed Hades' phantom that day, and they were also among those who believed more in the doctrine.

What's going on now?! Hades felt his hair stand on end.

Hades watched as a bunch of oil men suddenly appeared out of nowhere. These foundry workers immediately knelt down and prepared to kowtow when they saw him.

"No kneeling allowed."

Although Hades maintained his posture of supporting the blacksmith, his voice was calm and deep, as if he had already taken control of everything.

But Hades was screaming inside, "What's going on here?!" After frantically analyzing the situation, Hades could only say, "Don't kneel down, everyone."

Compared to Hades's frantic shouts, the blacksmiths on the other side were ecstatic.

The Agent of God is so magnanimous that He even helped up the first believer who found Him, and His calm yet wise words directly issued commands.

The forgers who were kneeling or about to kneel all stood up, looking at the great man with curiosity and piety.

Logically, Ohm Messiah was the great one of the Empire, and when it rained on Mars, the god descended to earth.

However, Mars does not have absolute jurisdiction over the other forging worlds; the various forging worlds are actually independent of Mars.

This applies not only to casting systems but also to beliefs.

Compared to the Mechanicus on Mars, the beliefs in other Forging Worlds are also diverse, though their general doctrines and core tenets remain largely unchanged.

But with the emperor far away and the heavens high, the miracle of the emperor's arrival on Mars, traversing the layers of space and time, no longer possessed the same awe-inspiring power as it did on Mars.

Therefore, some of the other mechanical cults that forged the worlds believed in the Martian system in their propaganda on Mars or the Empire, while others only had a general faith and their specific religious education was not popularized at all.

Therefore, beliefs about mechanics are as varied and unique as a motorist's own understanding of the internal wiring of his body.

But no matter how strange it may seem, the people of Mechanism generally believe one thing: that the agent of the god of machines will perform miracles.

Clearly, the forgers regarded Hades's final outburst as a miracle of the gods.

If we trace its origins back to the source, the Mechanicus was born from the dream of the Void Dragon. The truth they spoke of was actually the law governed by the Void Dragon, and Hades was then forced to accept the Void Dragon's teachings by the Emperor.

Upon closer examination, Hades could indeed be considered a pseudo-Om Messiah to some extent.

After experiencing the psychological shock of a sudden group of people kneeling before you, Hades also got used to it.

He recalled his last memories before he fell into a coma. Could it be that these blacksmiths saw him using the Void Dragon's abilities?

Well, but it's highly unlikely that Hades can recreate that scene now.

But looking at the devout forgemen watching them, the Death Guard was just missing a closely cooperating forge world.

Hades took a breath. Even if he couldn't pull it off, he had to keep up the act.

And he wasn't exactly lying! In a sense, he was the agent of the God of All Machines (Void Dragon) (took a bite).

Hades glanced at the blacksmith he was supporting, and after confirming that the man would not kneel again, he released his grip.

Why have you come to find me?

This time, it was the blacksmith's turn to be shocked. He didn't think much of it; when he saw someone perform a miracle, did he need a reason to kneel down and worship?

That's how the great sages taught.

But now God had asked him a question. His logic engine spun and spun, and he stammered as he spoke.

"We believers, inspired by you, hope to seek the truth of the world."

Soft gasps rose from the other eagerly waiting foundries, marveling at their colleague's boldness and frankness, while wondering about God's response.

Hades fell silent. He suddenly remembered that he wasn't good at pretending to be a charlatan.

Hades began to try to recall how the old lady at the market had preached to him, and the theological courses he had taken on Mars.

For a moment, the only sound on the open ground was the clattering of the forges' gears.

Hades took a deep breath and said as solemnly as possible,

"I am gratified to know your dedication to the pursuit of truth."

"But unfortunately, I only possess a portion of His power, and the world is in decline, truth is obscured, and chaos is lurking, so I need to hide myself from the world and cannot directly guide you."