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

"If the Emperor grants me death and humanity, then I will gladly accept it."

Macado breathed a sigh of relief almost imperceptibly.

Coming from a world with a death-worshipping culture, this emperor's offspring has never believed in glory or reward.

He never believed in gifts given to him without reason, unless they were thorns that caused him pain.

He stubbornly believed only in a bleak future.

Then show him the true despair behind the Great Expedition.

Then show him the ruthless determination of an emperor.

Behind the magnificent armies and the glorious victories, humanity has long since been plunged into quicksand.

Time is running out,

They raced against time.

"The gaze of the subspace is everywhere; what you just saw was his true labor of love."

The towering Primarch followed the hunched wizard into the distance, and behind them, the black archway stood silently, slumbering and awaiting the future.

"what?"

"A letter from Terra?"

Hades, who was scooping porridge with a spoon in one hand, suddenly stopped.

He was currently sitting at the dining table, surrounded by the technical sergeants of the Imperial Fist and the Iron Hand.

In the distance, the wolf Manning would occasionally glance in their direction with a resentful look.

Hmm. Hades also wanted to bring Manning over, but unfortunately Emperor Fist and Iron Hand weren't very welcoming to Wild Wolf.

The servant still held the letter high with both hands, waiting for Hades.

Hades blinked and picked up the plain letter.

The technical sergeants around him also tacitly began other conversations.

How have you been lately?

I spoke with that psionicist, Makado, and the Empire appreciates the Death Guard's policies.

He agreed to provide the Death Guard with some male untouchables in the early stages, but required us to build a special anti-psychic team.

We need to find the remaining untouchable individuals ourselves.

This coincides with our original plan.

You are, of course, the leader of the anti-psy forces.

-

Hades couldn't make out what had been crossed out.

But this cunning psionicist has only made verbal promises so far.

"The time has not yet come."

That's what he said.

That's why I hate these psionicists; they always deceive us with ambiguous language.

Makado said he would come to Mars in a few years and asked if I would be willing to go to Mars to discuss some backup equipment for the Death Guard with the Sages.

He said that most of my brothers had been to Mars and had also reached some private agreements with the Martian legion.

Perhaps you could do it for me, what's your opinion?

—Mt]

Hades scooped up another mouthful of porridge as he watched. Makado had actually suggested that the Emperor form an anti-psychic force, but the work was too tedious, and the Emperor's Custodians and the Silent Sisters also had anti-psychic effects, so he gave up on the idea.

To be honest, the psionic enemies encountered in the Great Expedition were actually few; most of them were physical enemies.

Even if we encounter psionic energy, we can still take down this psionic bone by simply piling up firepower.

At the very least, Magnus's psionic legions are an option for the Empire when facing psionic adversaries.

Therefore, whether it's the Empire or the Legion, establishing a separate anti-psy team is actually a very difficult and thankless task.

In today's terms, it would be a complete waste of money.

However, if we take a long-term view, an anti-psy team becomes quite necessary.

Currently, the Emperor and Macado are preoccupied with the expedition and the Web Road, and their top priority is to complete the Web Road before anything else happens.

Therefore, it seems perfectly reasonable to find a legion and outsource all these tasks, thus utilizing the legion's internal resources.

If it were any other legion, they'd probably be grumbling about the Empire's orders, but if it were the Death Guard...

It can only be described as a two-way journey.

However, the Empire's Great Crusade targets for the Death Guard are not expected to decrease as a result.

Hades finally realized what was happening!

Then Mortarion pushed this task onto him, so in the end, wouldn't Hades be the one doing the work?!

Hades nearly spat out his porridge.

So, after all that discussion, the result is that you two are just trying to find me something to do, giving me some untouchable people to work on in the beginning (without even really agreeing to anything), and then you want me to do manual labor, right?

Hades, still indignant, ordered another bowl of porridge.

Moreover, he couldn't refuse at all, since it was he who first suggested that Mortalian start building an anti-psy force within the Death Guard.

But this is different from what Makado proposed. If the Empire intervenes, then their responsibilities will likely extend beyond just the psykers encountered by the Death Guard.

They have a little bit of resources but manage a whole bunch of trivial matters.

What does it mean to experience pain and pleasure simultaneously? What does it mean to be a 007 for the Empire?

This is!

Other transmigrators at least get to enjoy some good life, but here he's either studying or working overtime.

Emperor Fist Heslop glanced at Hades with some strangeness. After receiving the letter, the Death Guardian's emotions fluctuated significantly.

He spoke with some confusion.

"Are you alright, Death Guard brother?"

"I'm fine."

Hades, who had already foreseen his future death from overwork, gave a weak smile.

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Chapter 97 You should always be careful about something

Mars, three years from now.

Hades sat with his back to the workbench, chatting idly with Kim.

Behind him, a small plasma generator on his power backpack was cutting through the refined gold along a predetermined trajectory, sparks flying everywhere.

After training, Hades was able to control the backpack with his left brain, automatically completing some simple cutting or welding tasks.

So now he can sneak in a fish.

Two years ago, Shadowmoon Wolf Sunderland completed his training and returned to his legion in glory, leaving Hades and the others to watch helplessly as Shadowmoon Wolf laughed and left.

The hard times have just begun.jpg

The good news is that, after speaking with the Jordanian sage, Hades learned that his progress was relatively fast and he might be able to return ahead of schedule.

As for Terra, there has been no further news since Hades replied that it was up to him and asked Macado to send more Untouchables.

Hades wasn't in a hurry, since the carrot tied to the mule's head wasn't in place yet, and he was content to struggle in the sea of ​​knowledge on Mars.

Speaking of which, Perez of the War Dogs will be returning to the legion soon, and Hades is thinking of getting some food for him when he does.

Or could he say something to the war dog, Perez?

The last time Moon Wolf Sunderland left, it was White Scar's fighting brothers who took the wolves to hunt game.

Although Hades didn't know what kind of meat it was, perhaps it was a creature that some great sage had kindly released back into the wasteland?

But as he gradually became more worldly and shrewd, he came to understand all of this—

"Jin, could you help me get some more food? I'll praise you a lot in front of the Jordanian sage later."

An angry symbol appeared on the golden face of the man assembling a small engine.

"Hades, the Death Guardian from Barbarossa, you have praised me in front of the Sage three thousand and seven times in a similar manner so far, but I am still here."

The mechanical servant's prosthetic limbs were moving incredibly fast as they tightened the screws; the corresponding part of his robe was almost rubbed raw by the limbs.

"Still here, assisting you!"

Hades scratched his face. Jin had been so reserved and easy to talk to at first, so when did he turn out like this?

"Oh dear, I don't have much to give you, except to say a few good words to your superiors."

Jin's electronic eyes flashed, and then the screen filled with angry symbols.

“My lord, look at the former technical servant who used to follow the Iron Hand. Now he’s a sage in charge of liaising with the Iron Hand.”

The anthropomorphic electronic voice is a bit too realistic.

"And my lord, you have no idea how difficult it is for us servants of the God of Technology to even secure a spot to serve the reorganized legion!"

Hades thought for a moment, then hesitated before speaking.

"Work hard, and you too can become a sage who connects with the Death Guard."

That's it, he's started making empty promises to others too.

Hades, Hades, how did you become one of these people?

However, Jin said through gritted teeth,

"I hope so, my lord."

Hades blinked.

"So, about finding something to eat—"

Jin threw a bunch of angry, useless code at Hades, then turned off his monitor and muted his microphone.

Hmm. Looks like it's hopeless. The Terra flour that Jin brought back last time was pretty good.

The daily behavior analysis data is now complete.

Today happens to be the day when the Ultramarines come to Mars to replenish their weapons and equipment on a large scale, and a new batch of Ultramarines' technical sergeants who came to learn also came along.

It was also a legitimate opportunity to skip class, so Hades decisively ran off with Manning the Wolf to watch the Ultramarines.

He also asked Emperor Fist, Iron Hand, and the others if they wanted to go watch the excitement, but to no avail; they were refused.

Unfortunately, Manning the wolf deliberately kept his distance from Hades, and Hades knew why, so he could only silently accept the other's kindness.

A dozen or so technical sergeants! The original thirteen technical sergeants who hadn't left yet—in a situation where the iteration of technical sergeants in each legion was extremely slow, with an average of only four or five people per legion on Mars—the Extreme Warriors directly overwhelmed them with sheer numbers.

This was the first time Hades had directly experienced the "numerous" nature of the Ultra Warriors.

The Ultra Warrior Sevius walked past Hades from behind, giving him a friendly smile.

"Hades, are you here to welcome our new technological sergeant?"

Hades answered fluently.

"Of course, seeing you welcome our legion's technical sergeants makes me think about when the Death Guard will send new recruits so I can be busy too."

"First, help us check on our new batch of comrades."

Servius laughed and then went to greet his new companion.

Hades sat on the observation deck, watching the giant blue object in the distance slowly swallowing and spitting out cargo, its huge white inverted "U" clearly visible.

Just as he was staring blankly at those little blue dots in the distance—

Footsteps sounded, and a sage slowly approached.