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

Chapter 249 240. Enlightenment
The Death Guard fleet moored into the Rust galaxy naturally adjusted the rhythm of the ship to the time of the Rust main star.

So it's early morning hours on the Endurance.

The empty cafeteria was dim, and the sense of alienation filled the neat rows of steel dining tables. On the other side of the line of sight, the white light from the corridor dimly stained the corner of the ground.

Hardy rested his cheeks, waiting for his supper.

Things, why did it become like this?
Originally, it was a good command of the battle, whether it was Memanik, the Nurgle believers who popped out suddenly, Ran Dan, or the dark angel behind Ran Dan's ass, Hades thought he handled them well.

This wave of teammates is also strong, and the rhythm has also been brought up.

But why, why did it become like this?
You've already done your best, why should you still be slandered as a god?
The porridge came, and only the little white porridge had a slight warmth, which warmed his heart that was hurt by Kirkland and Margo.

They even scolded Hades for not being human.

What's even more annoying is that Hades couldn't speak to them.

He was even close to being wrapped around it.

To make an inappropriate analogy, Hades now feels a sense of frustration of losing to a laning pair, and the price of failure is his own nationality.

No, he is human.

Put the two fanatics aside first, and let Hades reason about his logic.

No matter how he thought about it, he was human, and Hades hadn't read the pharmacist's medical examination report. People should grow, and he didn't lose any of them.

Well, on a physical level, he's human.

His attitude is also easy to explain, he is not a native of this cesspit, and the concept of equality is easy to explain, although he can't say it.

Well, on the ideological level, he is also human.

The only thing that is difficult to explain is that Hades is silent, his black domain——

What the hell is this thing.

Hades is a pragmatist. His attitude towards the black domain is more about practice and application, which is quite empirical.

Anyway, many developments of human beings are based on first knowing how this thing can be used, and then going back to make up the theory. Primitive humans who can use fire do not know what oxidation reaction is.

At the beginning, Hades just classified himself as an untouchable person with a strange style of painting. After all, he was really weak on Babarus, and the black domain was like that.

But later, Hades recalled a wave, that there are indeed some supermodels in his black domain, and if it is explained according to Traasin's theory.
Hades struggled to conjure up a black hole in his imagination.

Based on previous warp voyages, Hades imagined the warp as an ocean of rippling currents.

According to his previous information, Hades himself is a big hole in the ocean, or a crack, pumping the water out of this world.

Hmm. Since he is a time traveler, his own projection in this world is a crack, which seems to make sense.

But why does it only have this effect on the Warp?

Hades once again recalled Traasin's words, and the figure king specifically emphasized that Hades is a person from the physical world
In other words, he is actually more like a kind of filter paper?Filter out the subspace, leaving the physical world?
Hades could also vaguely feel that he was more compatible with [Physical Rules], and this feeling became more obvious after he devoured a little fragment of the Nether Dragon.

In his own imagination, Hades added a membrane to the black hole, and the physical universe cannot pass through this membrane.

According to reason, and Hades's own feeling about the black domain, if there is no restriction, the black domain should be slowly and irreversibly expanding——

The cracks squeezed by the pressure of the water flow will become larger and larger.

But now it should be the emperor who gave him spiritual power and hard work, so Hades could feel that he was [restricted].

If you think about it this way, Hades can also understand what he is.

But what the hell is a response to a prayer?

Now that he is already a black hole, Hades does not think that he has the concept and authority like the so-called [subspace gods], can respond to believers, and gain power from believers' prayers.

Moreover, those oil guys prayed for so long, and Hades didn't feel anything. According to the perception in the interrogation room just now, Hades should have noticed something long ago.

Hmm. Hades was silent.

Wait, he suddenly realized that he never seemed to ask about his subspace image in the eyes of others?
It stands to reason that as long as they are astropaths and psykers, they can see the subspace, right?

Hades remembered the last time he went to see the astropaths on the Endurance, and the astropaths looked scared
It's decided, he's going to do an experiment!

Hades got up and asked him to settle his personal affairs quickly, otherwise the official documents would be endless!

On the command board of Hades, the official document approval from the death guard is beeping non-stop.

One thing all Psionics should understand is that don't be a Death Guard psyker, you'll be unlucky.

The Endurance's dungeons are as boring as the Endurance itself, maybe other Legions have torture tools and such, but the Death Guard's cells have nothing.

Literally, nothing.

This is an empty room with the brightest lights on all the time. In the corner, two people are sitting on the ground, muttering for some reason.

Margo in the army green suit hugged her legs and huddled in the corner of the wall, while the sage in the scarlet robe sat cross-legged beside her,

"He's not happy to see us like this, but what does He want us to do?"

The sage Kirkland let out a sound of calculation with unknown meaning,
"According to my analysis of the adult's behavior template, he should hope that everyone has the happiness of the middle and upper classes of the hive city, and at the same time have spontaneous labor enthusiasm."

"But at present, the adults are on guard against some things, and Pluto and Death are obviously guarding against the future."

Margot blinked nervously, she remembered the words she saw in ancient books, although she didn't fully understand the meaning of the words,
"【big flood】?"

"Probably not."

Kirkland thought of the nightmares he had experienced, those rotten and writhing pieces of flesh, creatures that completely violated the rules, and he was sure Hades was guarding against something.

But he couldn't say that, at least in Hades' admonition, this knowledge and memory belonged to the last line of defense.

It's a pity that, as a mortal, Margo will not be able to reach higher realms.

"I can't explain it to you, knowledge is poisonous."

"Knowledge. Poisonous?"

Margo chewed hard on the sage's words.

Kirkland nodded earnestly. He remembered the years when he endured the boiling of brain cells while listening to Heishi's explanation.

"Knowledge is poisonous, ignorance is a bliss and a defense."

"I don't understand."

Kirkland made an electronic sound imitating smashing his mouth,

"Margot, I'm a sage, I've seen too many of my colleagues or superiors go crazy."

"They know too much. Contradictions and living knowledge bite them and drive them nuts."

Margo blinked in confusion, and Kirkland could see the starlight beating inside, trying to understand, it was the flicker of human beings thinking,
"But. Kirkland, I think you are normal. You know a lot, and you obviously know those toxic thoughts, but you?"

Kirkland made a silencing gesture, leaned his head closer, and put his squeaker on Margo's ear,
The black stone on his red robe fell down and hit Margo's neck, and Margo trembled indistinctly,
The sage said in the lowest voice,

"I'm a madman, and I've already died."

There was a faint vibration from the sound that tickled Margot's ears.

But the shock of the words was the source of her suffocation.

"The first time I went crazy was when I realized that the myriad miracles on Mars are nothing but a rain of lies."

"Can you imagine the majestic rain? Those people kneeling and crying in the rain."

"The second time I went crazy was when I realized that the cornerstone of the empire's thought was nothing more than a scrap of paper."

"Can you imagine monsters flying in the sky that don't conform to gravity at all? Those exist beyond human imagination."

"I'm crazy for the third time."

"It was the thunder of Barbarus that awakened me and made my wreck crawl out of the disciple's thought engine."

The more Kirkland spoke, the more excited he became. Through those inorganic electronic eyes, Margot seemed to see green lightning piercing the darkness.

"I should have died a long time ago. I am already dead. A miracle awakened me. God showed me the direction. Do you understand?"

"I look normal now because grown-ups want me to, and that's the only way I can stay."

"But you are locked in the same dungeon as me now, you shouldn't be so hasty to expose yourself."

Margo said calmly, the sage's words contained too many words that she couldn't understand, but she could read that this person had already been broken into pieces and reassembled countless times——

Kirkland has experienced too much. He has surpassed this era. In the long future, the suffering that human beings will experience and understand again and again has been borne by him in a short period of time.

And the instigators don't know it yet.

"He is too big, too big to be ignorant, he needs to understand our rules, and I am the one who rings the alarm for him."

"I can feel that the knowledge that can bring a person to the brink of collapse, in His eyes, is just common sense that has been known for a long time, like fallen leaves withering and seeds sprouting."

Kirkland had inquired about grown-ups' stories.

In Pluto's early life, being rejected by the crowd, he often stared in a daze in the wasteland, staring at the muddy river of Barbarus for a whole day.

The truth of the universe, to Him, is just like water trying to flow away.

"—and he's used to it."

"He's used to it!"

Margo thought, she knew so little, but she was trying to keep up with the sage's thinking,

"Like that adult's attitude towards us?"

Kirkland nodded solemnly,

"He has never noticed any abnormalities. Perhaps the death guards around that lord, or the god of death, can accidentally catch a glimpse of the truth—"

"—but they are too insensitive! They are deceived by the appearance of adults! Those Barbarus, or dull Terrans,"

"They haven't studied, they haven't thought, they can't really understand anything other than mud or slash!"

"They." The sage paused for a moment, and Margo could hear the whistling electricity,
"They're war machines, they won't understand"

"At least not now."

Margo swallowed,
"Then have we ever understood what the adults think?"

Kirkland shook his head silently,

"We can't bear that much, we can only warn him from our perspective and help him."

"Then do you really understand the existence of His thoughts?"

Kirkland shook his head silently again,

"Maybe it's the god of death, maybe it's not. He is destined to reject the crowd and life. He is lonely."

".That's why we're needed."

Margo muttered to herself, she looked at Kirkland, her golden eyes sparkled,

"Yes, He needs believers."

"We'll let him know that the way is not alone."

Kirkland stretched out his main limb, brushed his fingertips across the edge of the red robe, and took off a plump black stone pendant,
He handed it to Margo, and Margo took it carefully. This black gem seemed to be the deepest black, carrying the coldest and ruthless laws in the universe.

The two squeezed each other in the corner, admiring this small stone.

Margo pinched the black stone lightly with her fingers, and a tiny familiar feeling bloomed at her fingertips.

"This is?"

"The fragments that fell from the main tower when my lord performed miracles on Babarus."

"There is His feeling in it."

"It's him."

For Kirkland, Blackstone is a photograph that preserves the feeling of that moment.

But it's too weak, really too weak, a sliver of psionic energy can extinguish it.

"You're going to give this to me, Kirkland?"

Margot blinked in surprise and cautiously, and looked at Kirkland, but her hands didn't stop at all. She lifted one side of her hair and hung the black stone on her ear.

Kirkland's depressed and deep voice sounded, as if he was facing the truth he didn't want to accept,
"You are necessary, that lord cares more about mortals than creatures of Mechanicism."

"And the attempts of the Mechanicus have failed. You are the first mortal to find the subspace of Hades."

"He chose you."

Margot remained silent, feeling the weight on her earlobe, she remembered that day, on the alien ship, the Pluto staring at her.

The red light pierced through the infinite darkness and pointed at her.

"But he won't allow it."

"He doesn't allow it now."

"We can wait and wait for the day when He is truly known to the world."

"Will that day really happen?"

"The flood will come eventually."

Kirkland whispered, drawing on the ground with his limbs, and soon, a three-headed hound logo appeared on the ground.

The hound from Hades was ferocious, with interlaced fangs, glaring at the two of them, as if growling in a low voice.

The sage pointed to the three-headed hound, "The left represents the space warrior, the middle represents the mortal, and the right represents the Mechanicus."

"You are the most humble mechanical sage I have ever seen."

Margot looked at the three-headed dog and thought,

"It's His will, not mine."

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(End of this chapter)