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

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Combining outsiders with star gods—such a bold and novel approach could only be daring to be taken by that madman called "The Emperor."

However, he probably didn't anticipate the relationship between the Star God, the outsider, and the Black Stone, which led to an oversight.

Otherwise, Hades, who couldn't withstand the intensity of the Dark Domain, would have died long ago if Tarasin hadn't been "just happened" to be there.

And isn't he afraid that Hades might rebel or something, just because he added a psionic chain?

It is a being that can control machinery and destroy subspace. As long as it wants to hide and destroy, humans cannot find it or stop it.

Currently, the most common method of human search is through subspace. Once the physical distance becomes too great, it's like a pebble dropped into the ocean – impossible to find.

Thinking of this, Tarachin gave Hades a meaningful glance. Even after learning such shocking news, he didn't forget to drink his cola.

"Such a peculiar existence," Tarasin remarked, as he picked up his teacup and took another sip.

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Chapter 166 The Deal of the Figure King

The sorrow and despair, the anger and entanglement, the roars and tearing from afar are all unheard here.

Hades took a sip of his cola, and the ice cubes fell back to the bottom of the glass with a crisp sound as he put it down.

Hades glanced down and realized, "Ah, it's finished."

Can I have a refill?

Tarasin rested his chin on one hand, stretched out the other, snapped his fingers, and instantly Hades' cup was full again.

Hades paused for a moment, marveling at the awe-inspiring necromancy technology, before continuing to chug his cola without a care in the world.

Who knows if he'll ever be able to drink something so comforting again?

Hades was not in a hurry, nor was Tarachin; its time was endless.

Hades thought for a moment, then spoke.

"So, you're going to collect me in the future?"

"Correct answer,"

Taracin slowly refilled his glass.

If you were to collect Hades now, there would probably only be two possible outcomes.

The first outcome is that the Emperor has no time to deal with this, and Tarachin gets a rare, out-of-print outsider figurine; or the second is that the Emperor decides to beat it up.

But it's most likely to be number two.

This is not what Tarasin wanted.

Hades is far from reaching its peak collectible value now, but once Hades truly matures to that point, it will be beyond Tarachin's reach.

Although Talazin was the overlord of the Solemnas dynasty, and his dynasty was not exactly wealthy, Talazin was still considered merely a "powerful figure" among the undead.

Yes, they are not the "top figures," their true ruler is the Silent King.

Taracin glanced casually at the teacup, where the tea leaves bobbed and swayed in the water.

The emperor was too bold, too risky, and too radical.

He had no idea what he was doing. Hades might just be one of his many backup plans, but this one plan was enough to destroy humanity, Eldar, the Warp, and all things with souls.

If Hades eventually grows to a point where warp psionic energy cannot suppress him, then in the entire galaxy, only the soulless space undead will be the ultimate winner.

If other members of the Tarachins saw a soulless being like Hades, they would probably be very happy.

But Tarachin knew that couldn't be done.

The necromancers of space abandoned their souls amidst the lies of the star gods. In the deep and long history, they merely existed meaninglessly, abandoning death and being abandoned by life itself.

Even now, a significant portion of the dominant beings among the space undead are still trying to reclaim their souls.

The other group of Tarachins knew that the long years had worn away their reason, and they could hardly define whether they were still the same people they once were.

If they were to encounter Hades, they would do everything in their power to expand and tear apart the void in this warp.

If the space necromancers were to actually do this, it would likely be enough to make all living beings with souls tremble.

Tarasin unconsciously tapped his fingers on the table.

This cannot be done. The space necromancers need souls, and such a plan to destroy everything would also destroy their future.

They have destroyed their own souls and their race; this must not happen again.

But the warp is also expanding, and in the foreseeable future, the barrier between the warp and the real world will become thinner and thinner.

They need to effectively isolate things in the subspace.

The black stone creations of the Necromancers of the space, while capable of isolating the warp, can actually amplify its power if used properly.

However, by addressing the root cause, the subspace can be eradicated, and its influence eliminated.

Tarachin glanced at Hades, who was still chugging Coke.

"The brain I've modified for you will make you unrecognizable to other undead."

Hades abruptly stopped holding the cup.

what?

Hades began to recall what Tarasin had just explained about his constitution. Hmm... it seemed he really shouldn't have been captured by the Necromancers; he had a feeling he'd be turned into something like a warp weapon.

Hades thought for a moment,

"You don't want me to be discovered by those undead who want to destroy the warp?"

Tarahim nodded silently.

"Out of my personal desires."

Tarachin hoped to preserve Hades at its peak, a time when no one could find Tarachin and his collection.

Whether they are space undead or humans, Tarachin is quite confident in the abilities he has hidden.

But the warp creatures knew that Tarashin possessed a weapon powerful enough to destroy them all.

If the subspace crosses the line that Tarachin drew for them, then...

Taracin took another sip of tea slowly.

This was Taraxin's plan, but it's highly likely that Hades will become an important figure in the Empire by then, and the Emperor and his henchman Makado will keep a close eye on Hades, leaving Taraxin with no opportunity to make a move.

So it arrived ahead of schedule.

As for how Tarachin discovered Hades...

Unlike humans or Eldar, Necromancers in space don't have methods to detect outsiders, so for Talathin, finding an outsider is all a matter of luck.

But this outsider took the initiative to contact the undead.

Then don't blame Taraxin.

In fact, it was Tarachin who activated the time-based weapon after receiving this information, anchoring the idea that "the Undead of Wenmas must awaken."

And Tarasim waited patiently until the very last moment, the moment when Hades was on the verge of death.

All of this was to ensure that it could "collect" Hades at his peak.

Humans and Eldar have already placed their bets, and it must follow suit.

Tarasin was filled with emotion. The emperor opposite him was really lucky that his son was able to bring a powerful outsider to the empire.

Now that this outsider is probably unable to get the space undead on its own, it can't very well say something like making Hades work two days a week, two hours a day, or some kind of slave contract.

Of course, Tarachin doesn't represent the Necromancers of the cosmos, because it knows what would happen if the Necromancers knew about the outsiders.

The good news is that these dormant overlords are slow to react and preoccupied with internal strife within their dynasties, unlike it, which would set its sights on humans and other alien races.

Hades blinked. He suddenly felt the temperature drop over the other side of the Figurine King, and an atmosphere resembling a conspiracy theory began to emerge.

Well, it is currently known that Hades himself is very dangerous, but he has no effect on the Necromancers. At the same time, Tarachin does not want to come into contact with other Necromancers, most likely because Hades will be turned into a weapon by them.

If you're all undead, how come you, Tarachin, remain so pure and untainted?

Hades pondered for a moment,

"You also want to turn me into a weapon."

He cut to the chase, and Tarachin nodded approvingly.

"That's true, but it's not true either."

"Do you know what you'll ultimately face, Hades?"

"Just die."

Hades shrugged.

Tarasin stared at him,

"Yes, death, and death bestowed upon you by the Empire."

“If left unchecked, you will eventually grow to a point where even an emperor would find it difficult to suppress you.”

"And when you grow to a certain level, you will no longer be able to suppress your own anti-psychic domain."

"Even untouchables cannot reach you because they are too impure."

"You will devour everything and become the true Hades."

Then Taracin took a sip of tea.

"Your human emperors will not allow this to happen."

"He will kill you after he has used you."

"Either I'll betray you, or I'll send you to a battlefield where you're sure to die."

"As long as your physical body dies, the warp void you created will automatically disappear."

Hades wasn't particularly surprised by Tarasim's words; he scratched his chin.

Don't you think this is cool? It fits his image of an emperor perfectly. An emperor wouldn't be like the golden skeleton of later generations if he didn't dig himself into a mess.

If he didn't bring any benefit to humanity, why would the Emperor bother to visit him?

"Well, there's nothing I can do about that. If I really become an uncontrollable void in the end, then I really don't think there's any point in continuing to live."

He'll be all alone then, which is no different from death.

Furthermore, pursuing immortality in such a universe of rebuttals...

Hades got goosebumps.

He probably still hopes to retire soon.

Why don't he just volunteer to go to the battlefield where he's sure to die?

Death was already commonplace on Barbarossa; and in war, it was even more so, something Hades had long since accepted.

From venturing alone into the lord's territory to leading the charge, death is ever-present—perhaps a whistling bullet, or a falling blade.

Death is simply an inevitable part of life. If death can make life more valuable, then why not?

Moreover, given the intensity of this battlefield, Hades felt he might not even live to see the day he became powerful.

"I don't think I need to run away from death."

Hades took another sip of his cola.

"If my existence really threatens humanity, I will find a place to die."

Hades suddenly sensed something was off. Tarachin was staring at him blankly, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Uh"

Hades shrugged.

"What else can I do then?

Oh right, he might be able to quietly sail out of the Milky Way and find some remote, secluded corner to hide away.

Hmm. But it seems like the Machine Soul also dislikes him.