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

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Tarachin, on the other hand, remained silent, the space necromancer transformed from the Fear of Death staring blankly.

It is precisely because of their aversion to their own short lives and their pursuit of immortality that they have reached this point.

They abandoned death, and therefore life abandoned them.

But now, a creature of flesh and blood, right in front of Tarasin, casually uttered the words, "It's okay to die."

Tarasin spoke slowly,

“I thought you would be sensitive to betrayal and death. But now I realize I was wrong.”

"Your attitude toward life and death surprises me."

Yes, you'll be immortal, but what can you do with that?

Isn't the Necromancer in space the best example of what should have happened?

Tarasin thought,

Hades blinked.

"Sometimes, it might be better to die than to live."

An ominous memory came flooding back; he remembered the entire year of 007 on Deathguard.

Tarasim remained silent for a long time. But it suddenly realized, something was wrong! It had come to persuade Hades, not to be persuaded by Hades!

Taracin took another gulp of tea and quickly continued what it had originally intended to say.

"But what if I have the technology to preserve you? As long as it's with me, your anti-psychic domain can be contained."

"That way you can avoid death."

Compared to the Emperor's powerful flying bricks and the direct operation of using psionic energy to plug warp craters, Talazin possessed extremely advanced necromancy technology.

Hades stared at Tarasin,

"That would mean I'd be trapped in a static field, which is no different from death, right?"

Tarasin opened his mouth,

"But your presence will deter other beings in the warp."

Sure enough, Hades thought of it.

The nuclear bomb turned out to be myself.

"Then why don't I just let humans keep me?"

"Because the Empire doesn't have the technology, they can't do it."

Tarasin said firmly,

"If you keep me safe, what if you use me against humans someday?"

“If you promise to come to me, then I will promise not to.”

“I swear in the name of the Solemnas dynasty.”

Tarasin said solemnly.

Hades, meanwhile, was deep in thought, staring at the undulating ice cubes in his glass.

After chatting for so long, Taraxin finally revealed its intention, which is most likely the ultimate purpose for the Figurine King to come to him.

But this is indeed wrong—to hand yourself over to a different race?

No, no, no, even if it's Tarasin, something's really not right.

But as things stand, if Hades doesn't agree, he'll be boxed up right now.

Hades pondered for a moment, so for him, the best solution right now was to pretend to bargain with the Figurine King to dispel his doubts, and then ask the Emperor after the other party let him go back? Or, once he had enough information, he could unilaterally break off the deal with Tarasin.

Will the half-skull that Tarachin gave him listen to his thoughts?

Hades tried cursing Tarasim and the space necromancer in his mind, and also gave a shout-out to the four peddlers.

He looked across at the other side; Tarasin didn't react. Oh, he was probably alright.

"Then what will you give me?"

Hades spoke,

Tarachin was delighted; there was something to talk about.

"I can give you some technology about the black stone creations of the Necromancers in space, but it's all in pieces. However, you can piece it together using your own knowledge."

Hades tilted his head and said, "Is this all you're going to do to a beggar?"

"not enough."

"I will also protect you from other space zombies and make sure you are not discovered."

Hades took a sip of his cola.

"That's what you should do."

"Aren't you going to give me some other technology, weapons, resources, or something?"

Tarasin stared at the damned, greedy man.

"If you use too much space necromancy technology, not to mention your mechanical church will interrogate you."

"The various dynasties of the Necromancers will also take notice of you, and at that time, I will not be able to protect you either."

Hades thought about it and thought, "Damn, that makes sense."

What can you give me?

Hades straightened up, realizing that Tarachin now needed his help and there was nothing he could do about it. Hades then spoke righteously and sternly.

“You’ve given too little. You’re trying to get something for nothing. I reprimand you for your behavior.”

Tarachin also began to rebuke Hades.

"If it weren't for me, you would have died in Wenmas long ago. Don't forget that I'm the one who fixed half of your head."

"I even managed to push all those undead back down for you!"

Hades thought for a moment, and then said, "Ah, that's right."

No, at times like this, even if you're in the wrong, you have to be assertive!

"By the time I'll be able to intimidate the Warp, and this is all you're giving me? I remember your dynasty was quite wealthy, wasn't it?"

"If I didn't give you this chance, you would have been slaughtered by your emperor sooner or later. I'm providing you with excellent accommodations, and you're still being picky?"

"You're not just offering accommodation, you're just lusting after me!"

"If I could get other outsiders, would I even care about you? You still smell like a star god. Do you think space necromancers like that stuff?"

"This is added value, added value! What do you know?"

"Where would you find such added value?"

After a heated argument and haggling, both sides eventually compromised. Tarachin offered Hades some technology related to the Blackrock, as well as two space necromantic engines, and "allowed" Hades to collect necromantic weapons on Wenmas, on the condition that these weapons not be used on a large scale unless absolutely necessary.

By the way, Hades can take a weapon from the King of Figurines' armory later.

Taracin promised that if Hades were to die again and the intensity of his desire for intimacy was met, he would "collect" Hades.

Hades curled his lip, "Such a big necromantic dynasty, so stingy."

But it doesn't matter, he'll run away.

At worst, he could break the contract when the figure king came to him at the last minute. The worst outcome was just death.

Hades, with his own plans in mind, took another swig of cola.

Tarasin stared at Hades, who was probably thinking about how to break the contract. Indeed, for Tarasin, the final reward for this deal wouldn't be easy to obtain.

So it didn't give Hades anything good. Rather than a reward, it was more like a deposit from Tarasin to Hades.

If we actually capture Hades, it wouldn't be a bad idea to give humanity more things.

We'll talk about it later.

There will be another update tonight, but it will probably be late. Wait for me to finish writing.

Happy reading! ('ω')

Chapter 167 Wang Rui's Commentary on the Emperor's Figurines

Hades followed Taracin at a leisurely pace, strolling down the long corridor, intending to plunder some weapons from the Figurine King's makeshift armory.

During their chat just now, the human and the necromancer actually became familiar with each other and chatted casually.

"I said, are there other people like me besides myself?"

“If you’re referring to outsiders, then you’re not an exception. But if you’re referring to those with a celestial aura, then you’re definitely the only one.”

Hades thought for a moment,

"Then tell me, do you think I have a chance to meet other outsiders?"

Humans from the same world as me? Or perhaps from different eras.

"impossible."

"Generally, outsiders are extremely rare; their appearances in history can be counted in single digits."

"Moreover, as soon as outsiders arrive in this world, they will be eliminated by the beings of the warp and the leaders of other races."

"The existence of the subspace generally excludes you."

"And you are truly an anomaly."

Hades shrugged.

"We don't know why the emperor took a liking to us."

"Not many creatures can deduce what your emperor is thinking and doing."

Taracin casually remarked, when suddenly, the figurine enthusiast paused for a moment, then spoke with a gossipy tone,

"I have a theory about your emperor. Would you like to hear it?"

This might even cause Hades to switch sides.

Hades blinked.

"I hope I don't suddenly die from hearing this. This isn't some kind of taboo knowledge, is it?"

"Oh, it's just a guess. If you come into contact with the Emperor later, you might be able to help me verify my guess."

Hades slowly looked away. Could he say he didn't want to hear it?

In his previous life as Hammerhead, the Emperor's origins, image, and role have been varied. From Mara, the vengeful god summoned by an ancient shaman, to the divine child awakened after the first murder in human history; from a cold and ruthless ruler of humanity to a socially awkward and introverted father with a science and engineering background. As the biggest mix of Mary Sue and Gary Stu in human history, the Emperor's image has never had a standard definition.

For an emperor, only one thing is certain.

That is, he will do everything in his power, burning everything, to ensure the continuation of the "human" race.

Extreme humanists, if they can't be loyal to the race they were born with, what else can they use to stand in this chaotic universe?

If Hades were an Eldar, he would rebuke the Emperor, the greatest terrorist in the galaxy.

But he is human, and when this guy is ruthless to others, he is even more ruthless to himself, so Hades really has nothing to say about that.

He had no interest in conspiracy theories. With his imperial status, if he wanted to be the most luxurious king in human history, he would have done so long ago.

But he didn't.

The current emperor is merely launching massive attacks on the Milky Way in an attempt to reclaim human territory!

The boss has produced twenty-one fine boys, leading us to WAAAAGH!

interesting!

Oops, wrong channel, no, no.

So Hades's opinion of the Emperor was, "Brother, you're right about everything, just be gentle when you're trying to trick me, or at least tell me first."

Tarasin's cheerful voice rang out.

"Think about it, Hades. The Eldar have their own Eldar gods, so why don't humans have similar racial gods?"