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

Putting Hades aside, Karas was also a very good candidate for management.

Unfortunately, after that incident, Mortarian had to give him the cold shoulder.

After that, Karas never came into contact with psionic energy again, which pleased Mortarion.

Let's take advantage of this battle to bring Karas back to work as a shroud attendant.

Hopefully, Karas will survive this battle.

No, Karas will survive; he's the smartest of them all.

Motalian frowned imperceptibly; no, he wouldn't frighten Vox, who was giving his report.

There is still no news of Hades returning to the team.

Mortarian is also rejecting unstable communications and contacts in the warp today.

Planet 373, Sigma.

Hades stood atop the city wall, staring blankly at the scene before him. Countless neatly arranged, row upon row of buildings lined both sides of the street, and in the far distance, a black corner of the tall religious wall was visible.

"My lord, there is no need for lamentation. The rise and fall of civilizations are all predetermined."

Yad stood beside Hades, responsible for guarding him.

Although many people compare the Guardians, whose bodies are highly mechanized and whose brains are implanted with sage-controlled code, to high-level mechs, the Guardians actually have their own personalities.

Because of their faith, or simply to survive, they chose to become the Defenders of the Faith.

Upon hearing Yad's conversation, Jin, who was collecting data nearby, emitted a few small static noises, as if to say that Hades was definitely not thinking about these things.

"Ah, no."

"Thank you for your words."

Hades blinked slowly, grateful for the sense of responsibility the Guardians had inadvertently shown to protect his mental well-being, but in reality, he was assessing the city streets for potential offense and defense.

The streets are interconnected yet relatively narrow, as if designed to facilitate pilgrimages, each leading directly to the city's central square.

If you stand in the central square, you can attack the center from any building in the city, as long as you have enough range.

It's difficult to defend, and the modified armed slaves brought by the Kirkland Sage are also difficult to enter.

In fact, most of the armed slave laborers are still being slowly transported here from the forest.

Hades sighed silently.

If we are to conduct research at the square regularly in the future, we need to take some preventative measures.

Hades looked at the map returned by the drone and, based on his own judgment, marked several buildings or locations in the city that he felt were strange.

These buildings are either structurally distinct from other buildings, or geographically located at control points that allow them to control the entire street.

Hades sent a portion of the Guardians to explore these areas more thoroughly, while he followed the Sage Kirkland and led another portion of the Guardians to the Central Square.

Hades thought, "And while I'm at it, I should reinforce the defenses of the central square as well."

First, reinforce the buildings around the central square, then clear away the buildings further away to create an open isolation zone for easier defense.

Rather than studying the Black Stone Obelisk, Hades, whose right eye was twitching wildly, was thinking about how to deal with the sudden enemy.

Why is he so skeptical that this is just an ordinary exploration?

Hades continued on his way, lost in thought.

In fact, aside from Hades, the closer the Kirkland Sage got to the Blackrock Obelisk, the more he devoted himself to inspecting it, completely leaving the task of defense to Hades.

Hades shrugged and naturally accepted the task.

Who told him to be a bit of an unfounded worryer?

however--

In this hidden corner of the city, like a corner of an abandoned hippie gathering place, in a corner where brightly colored, whimsical, and joyful graffiti is being frantically painted, a barely perceptible fluorescent light disappears.

In the forest, the Kirkland Sage and his ragtag, modified heavy machinery convoy slowly moved along the path cleared by the Guardians.

Beside this team, countless agricultural vehicles continued their daily tasks of harvesting fruit and applying fertilizer in an orderly manner.

Beneath the fallen leaves, a hand covered in sticky mucus stretched out from the ground.

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Chapter 120 Behind the Curtain

Endurance.

Karastiphon mustered his strength, carefully avoiding the attention of the crowd, and continued to approach the untouchable area.

A jumble of sounds filled his mind, layer upon layer, boiling into a hollow buzz.

His eyelids began to feel heavy, and his limbs became sluggish.

Accept yourself.

His heart spoke to him.

Accept your own nature, a product of the hybrid of aliens and humans.

Accept Him, and He will give you kindness and true care.

He can accept you, your legion, and your friends.

Who is He?

Karas, his mind clouded, struggled to ask the question back.

You will meet His followers.

Sleep now, and when you wake up, you will meet His followers.

With just one last exit from the untouchable zone, Karas finally collapsed, unable to hold on any longer.

A pair of hands caught him.

"How is this going?"

The gravedigger, Ger, who was in charge of managing the untouchables, said in a low voice.

This Barbaros recruit has been here for many days, and the gravedigger, Gel, has been keeping a close eye on his every move.

But they found that he was just finding a secluded corner to stay in, as if he was deliberately trying to get close to the unapproachable and repulsive aura of the unapproachable.

They did not engage in any other malicious acts.

Not everyone likes to interact with the Untouchables, but most people hate these soulless beings. Since being appointed as the gravedigger of the Untouchables, Gale hasn't seen any new faces in a long time.

Ger immediately reported to his superior, Galo.

In the Undertaker's unique medical room, Fernando, with his silver hair framing his face, stood in the shadows beside the medical table.

Carrastiphon was lying on the medical table undergoing examination.

Raton, the pharmacist in charge of medical care at the think tank, is using a scanner to examine Karas.

The pharmacist from Terra appeared to be quite young, with brown curly hair, light blue-green eyes, and a somewhat quiet demeanor.

Heavy, hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the door.

Fernando blinked, signaling Terraid to ignore it and continue the examination.

He went outside and encountered Galo, who had just finished her mission and rushed over.

Galo glanced at Fernando.

"The pharmacist is currently being examined for excessive fatigue."

"It's also related to his constant contact with untouchables."

"Gone?"

Galo's calm voice rang out.

"Gone."

Fernando closed his eyes and recalled that he had indeed used his psychic powers to check, and apart from Karas's soul flame being slightly weak and chaotic, there was nothing else seriously wrong.

Galo fell silent.

Death Guard is about to face a tough battle, and he really doesn't want any other mistakes to happen at this time.

"What about the legion commander?"

Fernando asked Galo,

"The legion commander has been quite busy lately, so we didn't tell him about it."

They exchanged a knowing glance.

Hades' instructions did not include the option of "not killing".

If necessary

However, while the two were talking, Carrastiphon inside the room woke up.

He opened his eyes, and the blinding white light from the medical table pierced him directly.

"This is."

His memory was limited to the dimly lit corridor where he last made his way to the Untouchables.

"Shh, be quiet."

The pharmacist, Radon, looked down at Karas and smiled.

"Just do as I say, and you'll survive."

The pharmacist gave a kind smile.

Then he picked up the syringe, from which green mucus was gushing.

"wait?!"

Karas's pupils constricted, but he was completely unable to move after being injected with a powerful sedative and anesthetic!

The needle went in.

"Praise Him."

Karas fainted.

Radon muttered something under his breath, then turned around and continued operating the medical equipment at a leisurely pace.

The slime collected from the original think tank library was put into a small bottle and tied around Radon's neck.

He should have done it a long time ago; José shouldn't have died for it.

Raton was Fernando's trusted apothecary and, besides Fernando, the only other person who had seen José's appearance at the time.

He tried to treat his comrade's decaying body, but failed.

Unwilling to accept defeat, he once again used the guise of a pharmacist to collect viruses and bacteria when the think tank library was being disinfected.

He then discovered the truth.

Now, Radon begins to despise the version of himself that tried to cure Jose.

That is a blessing; why does it need healing?

But he still deeply regretted José's passing.

Radon stared at Karas, who had once again fallen unconscious on the medical table, and smiled.

He would not let another person die.