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

Chapter 698 146. The Death-Fearing

"incredible."

Hades said, staring at Fenugreek in front of him without blinking, and Fenugreek felt something special was happening - his background was in a frantic alarm.

For a moment, Finus Manus even absurdly sensed a hint of murderous intent, which came firmly from Hades when he saw the consecration center on the ship.

But the next moment, the murderous intent dissipated, as if it had never existed.

"..."

Hades silently walked around the thing in front of him that was piled with holy candles and gold ornaments, which could barely be called a computer case. His eyebrows were squeezed into a lump, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

“…very creative.”

Hades opened his mouth, and finally decided to give Neos some dignity in front of Fenus. After gaining access, he had just checked the underlying code and called up the running calendar.

With just one glance, Hades knew—

He can not understand.

Hades would swear he would never call this stuff an order, it was a miracle of idealism.

It's like a laptop with the battery removed. You can't just think it will run and then it will actually run.

This is even weirder than Neos cutting off a piece of the chip and replacing it with a piece of flesh or a soul. The logic has been distorted, and Hades doesn't even think that these logic gates are still operating according to their original rules.

But the weirdest thing is that Neos's super modified Nirvana system is indeed continuing to run, with computing power increased by more than 200%, and it also comes with a big guy inside.

Hades suspected that only Neos or Manus could understand the working principle of this existence now. Even Mortarion, who specialized in psychic powers, would not be able to understand it.

【You don’t like your work being changed like this? 】

Finus looked at Hades. As the core of Nirvana, he shut down his emotional deduction as there was no need to occupy unnecessary computing power.

But today, Finus turned on part of the emotional simulation.

During the verification and deduction, One and Zero told him that when facing Pluto, although being 100% rational would give him an excellent cooperation experience, if he showed a little bit of true emotion, Hades would spend a little more time on it without interfering with other official duties.

Finus hoped Hades would pay more attention.

If it were just his own business, Finus would never do such a waste of computing power, but this matter concerns his close friend Fulgrim. In the Nirvana Archives, Finus already knew all of Fulgrim's experiences after that.

The Medusa felt pain because his dear friend should not have to endure such torture. In front of the real monstrous waves, even the Primarch was small enough -

Forgan didn’t make many mistakes.

"I was just admiring the new skin that the Lord of Mankind gave Nirvana - I can't understand the source code."

Hades was vague in his words. If it were the Yellow-skinned Man, he would have cursed loudly, but the Primarchs might not have the same good acceptance ability as the Lord of Mankind, especially these serious Primarchs, they might take it seriously.

[I can explain it to you, but it requires you to have some psychic power... perception. ]

Finus said seriously, but halfway through he realized what he was saying and an awkward smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“No business, no use.”

Hades waved his hand.
"I've just checked and killed them. At least there's no sign of Chaos contamination. As for the rest - just run!"

Damn, Hades thought, isn't it just metaphysics? He accepted it.

When he was working like a slave on Earth, the computer room in his unit hadn't been opened for thirty years. He never cleaned the mainframe he installed himself, and the dust had already achieved a symbiotic relationship with the soul of the machine.

A good engineer should learn to ignore the dust on the equipment. As long as the program can run, everything will be fine.

"Remember to seal this place, don't clean it unless necessary, and burn incense more often on weekdays."

Hades added another sentence, and Finus nodded. That's right, such complex machines would usually be sealed and then never opened again. The Mechanicus had a variety of packaging options for this.

Today, I invited Pluto to come over and check the branch node of Nirvana.

"but,"

Hades changed the subject as he remembered the black stone storage resonance matrix that he had just been asked to split.

Another masterpiece of the Mechanicus in Blackstone technology. The craftsmanship and design are already perfect, and Hades doesn't think there is any need for improvement.

"Excuse me...are you doing this in the hope of helping Fulgrim?"

Finus was silent for a moment and nodded. For some reason, Hades always felt that this holographic projection was more emotional.

"So Fulgrim is here now?"

【I didn’t find him.】

Finus speaks the truth.
[I had originally locked onto the Emperor, waiting for his fall - but the Lord of Mankind told me that at the moment of the Emperor's fall, Fulgrim took advantage of the Emperor's unstable state and proactively cut off his connection with the Emperor.]

Hades opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"In other words, Fugen himself managed to escape the Emperor's control?!"

Finus nodded.

[He doesn't know I'm looking for him - he's also actively choosing his own path, and I'm proud of that, but I hope he can contact the Empire quickly.]

As long as Fulgrim appears on the territory of the empire, Fenus can guarantee that he will discover Fulgrim's trace within thirteen seconds. Nirvana's roots are spread throughout the galaxy.

By inference, Fenus does not believe that Fulgrim is in his prime now, and he may even be weaker than his previous self.

According to calculations, it is unlikely that Fulgrim himself will be able to cut off his connection with the Emperor unless he seeks help from other forces or pays a sufficient price.

With Malcador in an unstable state right now, Fenus cannot wait for more news about Fulgrim, so he can only wait.

By the way, ask Pluto for help while you are waiting.

Hades thought about it, he really had no news about Fulgrim. In fact, most of Hades's attention would be focused on the existence that might threaten the empire. If a existence was judged by him to be of insufficient level, then Hades would automatically downgrade its priority.

Even if it was a Primarch, Hades would not pay much attention to him. Except for Mortarion and Guilliman, a Primarch without the support of a large legion was unlikely to cause large-scale chaos.

Oh, and there's also Finus from the Nirvana system, and Magnus who can perform psionic nuclear explosions.

The priority of other Primarchs is automatically lowered.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any other news about Fulgrim either - but I think he will contact the Empire soon."

Finus nodded. Their information was basically the same, and based on reason and logic, most of the conclusions should be the same.

【…】

Finus was silent for a moment and decided to continue according to the logic behind his words. He was deeply aware of the importance of Hades to the Empire, although the Primarch had never asked anyone for anything before.

If it were his own business, Finus would not have begged, but this was not just his business.

[Please continue to follow Fugen, I will be grateful for that. ]

Hades glanced at him and said in a complicated tone,

"It is not necessary. It is only a small favor. I also intend to have the Primarch return to the Empire. I think Fulgrim will be happy that he has a close friend like you."

Finus shook his head.
[He may have forgotten a lot. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I'm not sure he will be the same person again, but I will still continue to look for him.]

…………

【? ? ? 】

"Chaos - a Chaos fell?!!!"

“??!!! This is ridiculous! There is no logic!!! Where are our technicians?! Why has the vision that can see through the universe been blinded?!”

Inside the huge and silent tomb, roars echoed over the entire kneeling army of the dead. The king's wrath was like fire from the sky, causing even the lowest-ranking, selfless soldiers to tremble subconsciously.

The guards of the Star Scythe quickly dragged a trembling creature through the ranks. They threw the unfortunate creature onto the throne of the Silent King, letting its head rest reverently against the ground.

"You insult the glory of the dead."

A fierce light flashed in his eyes. The fragments of the Star God imprisoned by the underworld forged body behind the throne of the Silent King Szalak wailed in agony, adding a touch of viciousness to this king whose hands were not stained with blood.

The crisp sound of metal colliding sounded under his feet. The time technician kowtowed to the ground desperately. In front of the silent army, the crisp sound became smaller and smaller. "Someone is interfering with the device!"

The Necromancer shuddered and cried,

"As you ordered, we have been monitoring the galaxy - but all the surveillance agencies of the dynasty have not noticed this! Something has deliberately obscured our vision!"

Someone is deliberately obscuring the vision of the Necrontyr...

The Silent King was displeased, and he knocked on the throne beneath him. Eldar? No... the Eldar had already been destroyed; or were they the anti-ancient greenskins?

Could it be... a human?

No...it's impossible; how could these apes reach such a point on their own without the support of the Ancient Ones?
"I'll give you one chance - what's the point of this noise?"

The Necron was silent for a moment. Before this, it had discussed the matter with other temporal technicians and technicians of different fields.

They now have two answers.

Generally speaking, the Silent King's former time technicians have a far greater insight than the Necrontyr, and it is impossible for Astrologer Orrikan to have no reaction to this.

But this time, there was no news from Orikan.

At the same time, in order to deceive the observation equipment of the Necrontyr... one needs to have a sufficient understanding of the technology and observation nature of the Necrontyr.

But some Necronists raised objections. The last time they observed Orikan was at the door of the court, where he was fighting with Trazyn.

It is possible that Trazyn had gotten Orikan into such trouble that the great astrologer had no immediate means of warning.

This is very possible. In history, Orikan disappeared for a long time, and even the Necrons thought it was dead - but later the Necrons learned that Orikan had fallen into Trazyn's trap.

So it could be Orikan.

But it is unlikely to be Orikann.

And the other answer is...

"As far as we know, the human empire is raising a new star god - Pluto."

? !
The Silent King stood up suddenly, and the fragments of the struggling and wailing Star God behind him cast a bright light, and the green light outlined his body against the light.

"Raising a star god?"

The Silent King uttered these words slowly.

Are these lesser races following the path of the Necrontyr? They raised a C'tan... and tried to use the C'tan to fight Chaos?

It's time to go back.

The galaxy needs its true masters, not to continue to tolerate these inferior races insulting it.

…………

"Damn human master!"

Orikan cursed and kicked the dimmed Tuchucha engine. On the other side of the light-ball-like engine was the shattered ring-shaped Ouroboros and the Plague Heart at the bottom of the Ouroboros.

Trazyn, who was carefully adjusting the ratio of psychic fragments, glanced at Orrickan.

"how?"

"He promised me the Three Sacred Treasures! But now the Ouroboros is broken! That was his plan from the beginning!!! Using two timelines to tear the Ouroboros apart! What a good plan!!!"

Uh-- wow, that's scary.

Fortunately, Trazyn thought casually, its partner was Pluto.

Trazyn decided not to tell Orikan about the Dynasty Key and the army that Magus Jin had recently sent.

It is truly a kind-hearted necrophobe.

"But you still have the Tuchucha Engine and the Plague Heart,"

Trazyn said,

"Is this enough time for you to waste?"

"Guards! It's the guards!!!"

Orikan roared, its body now dim, returning to the standard of a normal Necron. It could continue to maintain a high energy state, but Orikan didn't know why he gave up doing so.

Perhaps it’s just because it can’t stand the detachment of the high-energy state and needs the normal state to stabilize its personality.

In fact, Orikan still exists above the long river of time. The guardian of time and destiny will always exist - as long as Orikan successfully ascends to the highest level after this.

This is also the only and only purpose of Orikan, to ascend and break free from the shackles of race and time. It has never sympathized with its fellow race.

"What are you doing again?"

Orikan scoffed.

"You didn't see my actions in the long river of time?"

Trazyn answered nonchalantly, still concentrating on adjusting the psychic energy. If the proportions were wrong, it and Orikan could reopen together after the psychic energy exploded.

"..."

"You have captured the shadow of the Ancient One."

"Just a broken lunatic."

Trazyn said that after speaking with Mortarion, the possibility that the Old Ones might be storing some of the Necrontyr became ingrained into its logic code.

Yes - why would they seek answers from a new race? They could just ask their mortal enemy.

"You're crazy."

Orikan said firmly,

"Why are you—"

"Do you see my future destiny, then, Orikan?"

Trazyn said that it took a lot of effort to catch this fragment of the ancient saint. It was not like a human being who could be captured with a spherical stasis field.

There was indeed an Old One left behind by the galaxy at the moment of Slaanesh's birth, but he was already mad and a fragment, so Trazyn was not sure how much information he could obtain.

Orikan was strangely silent for a moment, and then he stopped talking.

"All right!"

Trazyn finally prepared it, and he was going to try to feed it to the Old One, hoping that the poor and crazy Old One would like the taste of this psychic feast.

This is extremely blasphemous. In the era of the Necrontyr, Trazyn would have been sentenced to death and his entire clan would have been exterminated.

Of course, no Necrontyr would do such a crazy thing. The Necrontyr are an extremely repressive race.

"So, great Lord Orrican, Star Master, Guardian and Defender of Fate and Time, former partner of the Lord of Mankind, do you wish to renew the truce between you and me? I am going to challenge the entire Necrons in single combat next -

I have embarked on a path of apostasy and there is no turning back."

Orikan sneered and accepted the truce agreement from Trazyn.

"Who do you think is hiding the whole Necrons thing, Trazyn?"

"..."

"?!"

Trazyn turned his head sharply. The Necrons would monitor the entire galaxy, and it had forgotten this!

Orikan smiled with a forced smile.

(End of this chapter)