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

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Chapter 122 Why did you run away?

The scythe, swung with a cold glint, aimed straight for the corrupter's head!

The Corruptor's pupils constricted as he realized something was wrong. Without time to use his psionic energy for protection, he immediately raised his whip and chopped it off at his own head!

A head with enormous fly-like eyes spun around—

Countless densely packed compound eyes stared resentfully at the figure of the dead, as if telling the truth that it would eventually fail.

Hades, who had not expected the Corrupted One to make his own decision, missed his target. However, he immediately adjusted his scythe, put away the Dark Domain, and hooked the connection between the Corrupted One's half-human body and fly body.

At that height, without cushioning, Hades would most likely not land smoothly.

The enormous, headless corpse began to fall from the sky in slow motion.

Without the corruptor, the swarm of flies scattered instantly, flying around like headless flies, and were shot down one by one by the concentrated fire of the Guardians.

Hades crouched on the back of the rotting corpse, plummeting downwards—

"boom!"

"Paji!"

The enormous corpse fell alongside Hades into the knee-deep mud of flesh, creating a torrential downpour of thick, viscous water. Plump, white-yellow maggots, mixed with vomit and rotting flesh, traced graceful arcs through the air.

The swarms of flies in the sky were all cleared away, and the survivors stared blankly at the center of the waves, their gun barrels unconsciously drooping downwards.

But the thick waves obscured the view.

When the waves finally subsided, the huge, black fly carcass, flattened from being smashed to the ground, lay quietly on the ground, with translucent green slime slowly oozing out.

The figure stood there, the enemy's bodily fluids flowing along the curve of the armor, and the guns on its back emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

He held the sickle, looking like a god of war.

Behind them, countless dead flies fell to the ground, creating ripples.

Praise be to Om Messiah!

Jin looked at Hades with trembling eyes, staring incredulously at the painting of purgatory.

He felt that his logic engine had stopped calculating. What exactly had they just experienced?

This place is hell!

As twisted flesh surged wildly from the ground and swarms of flies charged toward them, Jin felt he was already dead. He barely managed to keep firing by instinct and the engine's forced calculations.

But now, he is still alive.

Praise be to Om Messiah, for he is still alive!

It's all because of that person, that person. Was that really Hades? The technical sergeant he had been assisting?

He was simply a god of death returned from purgatory.

As the last drop of flesh and blood fell into the mud, the long-silent figure stirred.

"vomit--"

This was the first sound Hades made: gagging.

Compared to Jin's rationality, the first thing to return to normal was the storage device related to Hades' behavior.

Ah, it's him.

Jin thought dryly.

Hades, utterly despondent, directed his friars to deploy obstacles, clearing out obstructions to create open spaces and lay mines.

It is certain that a large army exists outside the forest and is marching rapidly towards this place.

The walls, weathered and eroded long ago, were man-made and offered no defense whatsoever. Moreover, their forces were insufficient to support such a long battlefront.

The army will definitely enter the city.

Let's use the city's terrain to divide them up first, and then eliminate them one by one.

At this moment, guerrilla tactics are the preferred option over defense.

However, guerrilla tactics also mean that individuals can easily get into trouble, and the other side's target is clearly him.

Hades felt utterly hopeless once again.

Where's the rescue team?! Please help!

He just hoped the rescue team would arrive before they were about to be sent away.

But Hades thought silently, it was highly likely that the distress message had been intercepted.

Haha, Hades chuckled bitterly. He found himself starting to pray too, praying that the Forgeworld fleet that was supposed to meet him would realize something was wrong, and that the Death Guard would find a tech sergeant who had suddenly gone missing.

However, Hades calculated the time and figured that if he waited until the Death Guard realized something was wrong and rushed over, he would most likely be able to collect the body in time.

The sudden appearance of the Corruptors, the unusual weather, the army lying in ambush in the forest and cutting off their reinforcements—all of this proves that the enemy is quite well-prepared.

Clearly, based on their previous encounter with the Corruptor, this was a trap set by Nurgle against Hades.

Using a broken black stone obelisk, he was lured out of the Empire's reach, surrounded only by an army of mechanical sages.

In this way, he can be eliminated with minimal consumption and minimal impact.

Hades blinked and took a deep breath.

Let's see if your strategy is brilliant, or my sickle is faster.

Seeing Hades methodically setting up the defenses, the Sage Kirkland, who had been lost in thought, walked over.

Oh, he wasn't just spacing out. The Sage Kirkland did go and look at the corpse of the rotten one, and then he froze completely.

Hades touched the sage, thought, "Hmm, his soul is pure," and then ignored him.

After all, setting up defenses and observing the situation are the top priorities right now.

Hades continued to use the management code to take control of the Apostolic Guard, which was not a very humane practice, but with another battle imminent, he had no time to comfort their frightened minds.

What Hades didn't know was that although the scene just now had greatly shocked most of the Guardians of the Faith, seeing Hades's killing and his swift replacement of the Sage Kirkland in order to issue orders and make arrangements for the situation actually calmed the Guardians of the Faith's unstable emotions.

Rather than empty comfort, Hades's demonstrated abilities and understanding of the enemy's character are the real keys to calming the mind.

When faced with situations they don't understand, or even situations that shatter their existing values, people crave a strong figure who can responsibly and forcefully pull them out of their predicament and tell them what to do.

It was as if they stood between them and the crisis.

The wet conditions of many nursing staff have begun to stabilize.

"Those...are subspace creatures?"

"Those...blasphemous beings?"

The electric sound of Kirkland Sage rang out.

A creature that defies all the laws of physics, flesh and blood spawned from the most absurd dreams of humankind, without a single straight line, without a single law, a life despised and rejected by the god of all machines.

So, he had been developing weapons to target these blasphemous entities all along?

"Ah."

Hades snorted and continued to watch the footage from the Guardians of the Church, who were laying mines on the outer edge of the city.

"So... I've been developing weapons specifically designed to counter them all along?"

"Ah."

Hades gave another casual hum.

Sage Kirkland suddenly paused, seemingly struggling to comprehend everything.

"Oh my god."

The sage spoke softly, and this meaningless word, which didn't conform to any mechanical dictionary, was pronounced by the speech generator.

"I don't seem to care about that conman anymore."

"Ok?"

Hades was stunned. What was all this about?

"Was that person human?"

Kirkland knew he wasn't a god; he was a man, a fraud, a human with powerful psychic abilities.

But did he and those warp creatures...?

"Yes, he is human."

Hades spoke without hesitation.

"Moreover, he has been dedicated to combating the impact of subspace life on humanity."

"That's why you're standing here, Kirkland."

Hades spoke calmly, completely unaware that his voice was cold and hoarse as he was engrossed in planning the Guardian Corps.

"Because he needs your technology, we need your technology, humanity needs your technology."

"These creatures will return again, these demons."

"At that time, the galaxy will burn and the planets will boil."

"The people suffered terribly, and corpses were everywhere."

"That's why I've been dedicated to finding anti-pseudo weapons, specifically to counter them."

"so,"

Hades blinked.

"If he knew that you have been dedicated to researching anti-pseudo-weapons, I think he would be quite happy."

Sage Kirkland fell silent again, and Hades could hear the dull clicking of the gears inside Sage Kirkland's body.

"I understand."

After a long silence, Kirkland spoke again.

He felt the engine of knowledge within him boiling over.

He was chosen from among countless wise men.

With the God of All Machines above, he will embark on another battlefield.

Kirkland has no regrets about it.

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Chapter 123 begins!

Hades stood there, gazing at the distant forest.

The "veil," or rather the barrier, there is even thinner.

In the battle against chaos, the weakness of the veil can also be a key factor in determining victory.

Generally speaking, in areas where the veil is of normal thickness, beings in the physical world need to spontaneously use various forbidden methods to weaken this veil in order to gain the power of the subspace.

However, when the veil of a region weakens to a certain extent, subspace creatures can freely enter and exit the physical universe without being affected by the veil.

It is clear that the veil on this planet is not thin enough to allow demons to come and go freely, and Nurgle's power is also quite limited in its ability to alter the terrain.

After all, weakening this barrier is no easy task; it requires powerful psionicists or a sufficiently fanatical crowd.

After being banished back to the Corrupted, the Corrupted cannot easily return to the physical universe once again.