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

Unlike the hunched backs of the Jordanian sages that Hades often saw, the newcomer was a tall woman with a feminine figure, whose face was half metal and half her original appearance.

Grayish-blue eyes, expressionless face.

She walked over and sat down directly opposite Hades.

Hades sighed inwardly, wondering what was going on this time.

Judging from the other party's demeanor, they didn't seem to be there to discuss the Death Guard. Aside from the inexplicable malice directed at Hades on Mars, Hades couldn't think of anything else that could be the reason.

"Be careful."

Thank you for reminding me, but could you please not be a riddle-maker?

"Thanks for reminding."

"But could you please provide a more detailed explanation?"

The sage opposite her was surprised. She blinked, and then, as if summoning great courage, spoke again.

"I am acting in the name of the Magician Macado to oversee affairs on Mars."

"Before you arrived on Mars, a faction of the aliens on Mars had already made some significant moves."

"The specific operation involved approaching the training base of the technical sergeants and intercepting some of the information flow from the Jordanian sages."

"Based on the timing and content of their actions, in my personal calculations, there is an 87.6% probability that they are paying attention to you."

Hades sighed, then spoke again.

"Then why are you only coming to remind me now?"

The other person froze, showing only half of their face, and their panic was clearly visible, as if they had been exposed.

"I recently received a mission from the Seal of Macado, who will be arriving on Mars in the future and has asked me to make the necessary arrangements."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Hades continued to coax him, even though he had already guessed that Makadoti was most likely going to Hades, and then the sage hurriedly came over to remind him.

Otherwise, she will most likely remain indifferent and observe.

If they really wanted to remind Hades, they should have done so long ago; there was no need to wait until Hades had been performing for three years before coming.

It was just a vague and nonsensical reminder.

Hades' assessment was that it was not as good as the old, aggressive car, even though the old car didn't understand the intricacies of Martian life.

After Hades asked what it had to do with me, the other side was completely stuck.

After a long silence, she slowly spoke.

"Be careful, not everyone on Mars is loyal to the Emperor."

"Also, they're targeting you personally."

"I suspect that your physique attracted them."

Then the sage immediately stood up, turned around and left without looking back.

Hades blinked. Based on his experience dealing with these mechanical sages over the years, he figured the sage had probably just changed the language module to fob him off.

But at least Hades gained useful information: was it because of his untouchable constitution?

Now we know where this malice came from.

Hades felt a chill and hoped he would return unharmed, rather than become some biological sage's thesis.

Sevius arrived with a new batch of Ultramarines, and you could faintly hear them praising a particularly formidable Ultramarines.

Regardless of all that, Hades quickly stood up to welcome them, jokingly teasing Septius about his promotion.

Although most of the Ultramarines are good at handling interpersonal relationships, they are still quite unable to handle Hades's witty remarks.

Sevius then introduced the new Ultra Warriors to Hades with a smile, his words already implying that he hoped Hades would take good care of them.

Hades sighed inwardly; he had only been here for three years.

How did I become a senior again?

However, what Hades didn't know was that his rapid learning progress, coupled with his achievements in the Duel Cage and his talent for always being able to sneak into different groups of technical soldiers to get a bite to eat, had already amazed the Ultramarines, who secretly included Hades in their list of role models.

While pondering the conversation he had just had and responding to the Ultramarines' dialogue, Hades looked up and saw a huge material wagon being loaded into the Ultramarines' transport ship in the distance.

Does Mars also provide material supplies besides weapons and ammunition?

Hades blurted out instinctively,

The recruit next to Sepp Sevier smiled.

"It's a material that's quite compatible with psionic energy. A brother who's building a planet specifically applied for it."

Oh, infrastructure, huh? That's a Smurf tradition.

Hades didn't think much of it.

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Chapter 98 Stop showing off, I know you have the original body.

An explosive blaster lay quietly on the table, its blue charging coil flashing dimly, indicating that the weapon was not currently charged.

The blasting gun is a type of plasma gun. This type of gun is generally favored by experienced technical priests. Its heavy and thick body, surrounded by coils of charging coils, allows the emitted plasma to reach temperatures approaching those of stars.

Ordinary Space Marines don't equip it because it's too prone to overheating, but skilled Tech-Priests know how to soothe the Machine Spirit, or in other words, control its usage time and frequency to minimize overheating.

Hades hummed a little tune as he reshaped the gun's grip to better fit the servo suit on its back.

Every technical sergeant carries something on their back based on personal preference. The most common items are servo arms, which facilitate maintenance while crushing enemy skulls; phlogiston torches, which provide a visual feast for your enemies while welding; and plasma cutters, which allow you to experience the pleasure of dismembering your enemies.

Therefore, don't mess with technical sergeants. Even after thirty years of hard study, the opponent will have at least three more arms than you.

Hades, on the other hand, lacked such imagination. He wanted to weld the explosive gun to his back and unleash a Lion King Sword Technique on the enemy.

In the past, Hades often encountered situations where he was confronted by opponents wielding scythes in close combat, but now? A gun suddenly appeared behind me, and with one shot, everyone was dead!

If it weren't for the fact that operating the power armor backpacks involved some key issues with the Mechanicus, which the Mechanicus only provided to its technical sergeants, and that operating the backpacks required a long training period, Hades would have thought he should at least improve the power armor and equip each person with a mechanical arm.

Make melee combat a little more loyal!

Sensing that Hades was modifying the gun, the Explosive Gun sent several jumbled codes at Hades.

These small weapons sometimes have a soul, but not many. They can only barely express some emotion to Hades. Hades played the code given by the old car with ease, and the explosive bomb gun stopped responding again.

Humming a little tune, Hades happily made modifications. There were no extra tasks added on the spot, no superiors suddenly having a brain fart and ordering him to do work. He could learn what he liked according to his own learning pace, and the tools and materials were all provided free of charge.

He also has a free assistant, Kim, who occasionally delivers parts to Hades as requested, allowing him to focus on being a tool.

Compared to the battlefield, this place is paradise!

It was time for dinner, and Hades reluctantly put down his gun, which he had just painted over.

Based on the gun's own specifications and Hades' aesthetic preferences, the gun was entirely black, with only a few edges outlined in the mossy green of the Death Guard. The Death Guard's pale skull was prominently displayed on the charging coil, and with each charge, the pale skull would light up, staring at its prey.

Seeing Hades get up, Jin skillfully walked over and helped Hades clear away the clutter.

Unlike typical technical sergeants who simply walked away, Hades bent down and gave an embarrassed smile.

"Ah Jin, about that thing where we got some food?"

A string of angry gibberish began to appear. Hades thought that if King weren't still working for the Jordanian sage, he would have already started cursing.

"no!"

"Lord Hades of the Death Guard,"

Jin gritted his teeth, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"In fact, most of the food on Mars is used to supply diplomats, imperial envoys to Mars, and some sages who have a love of food. Otherwise, there would be no other food available on Mars."

Hades blinked.

"Didn't you bring me some food before?"

Jin froze for a moment, but only for a split second, before reverting to his former aggressive, tech-savvy servant.

"That's because I thought you could. You could."

His voice trailed off again.

Um.

Hades felt that he really shouldn't keep making empty promises.

Hades' expression turned serious.

"Okay, Jin, it's fine. If there's no food, I'll ask the other technical sergeants later."

"Don't worry, you've been with me for so long, I'll definitely introduce all the Death Guards to you when I come back."

Then Hades instantly relaxed, and patted Kim on the shoulder.

"If you manage to get promoted and make a fortune on Mars by relying on the Death Guard, don't forget me."

Jin's electronic eyes flashed, and the screen burst with angry symbols again.

Perhaps because a new batch of Ultramarines' technical sergeants arrived yesterday, the mess hall was unusually lively today. I had been chatting with King earlier, and Hades arrived a bit late, so most of the Space Marines had already finished eating and were sitting and chatting with each other.

Hades naturally took the bowl handed to him by the servant, and then decisively sat down in the most crowded spot, where a group of Ultra Warriors and War Dogs were chatting, with Emperor Fist and Iron Hand occasionally exchanging a few words.

When Hades arrived, the veterans, who were already used to it, ignored him and continued their conversations, while the new recruits who had just arrived yesterday would occasionally glance at Hades.

Hades didn't react, listening to their conversation while scooping porridge.

When Sept. Sevier saw Hades arrive, he handed him a box of what looked like biscuits.

"Want to try some? It's a specialty of our Macurag."

Hades decisively reached out.

Then I listened to them chat while munching on cookies.

They were talking about fighting the Primarchs or the Emperor. Unlike Hades, most of the Tech Sergeants would stay in the Legion for a few years first, experience the war, and then be sent to Mars.

The Steel Hands were talking about their previous battles alongside Fenus. In the Steel Hands' view, the towering Primarch was like steel, rationally analyzing the various changes on the battlefield and relentlessly unleashing artillery fire upon the enemy lines.

However, their Primarchs would also visit wounded soldiers after the war, talk to them, and ask about the smallest details of the battlefield, so as to better reduce damage in the next war and protect their offspring.

Alexandra, the Steel Hand, was calmly recounting his meeting with Fernus, as if he had memorized every detail of the encounter, as if he were presenting an academic paper.

Hades, of course, knew that this guy was showing off. But unlike other Legions, because of the Primarch's love for technology, the Steel Hand's technical sergeants were highly respected in the Legion and might become the Steel Fathers of the Legion.

Hades didn't care and continued scooping porridge, but he felt that the war dogs around him were about to cry.

Of course, the atmosphere at the Iron Warriors' location in the distance didn't seem too good either.

Hades blinked. Usually, at this point, it would be either him or Sevius who changed the subject, but Hades wasn't in the mood for that right now. He stared in the direction of the war hound, pondering what to say next.

Then, as expected, Servius came out and interrupted the conversation.

"I believe that under the Emperor's leadership, the lost planets and Primarchs will eventually return to the Empire's embrace."

"Maybe the next one to be found will be your Primarch. Don't be discouraged, brother."

"Thank you."

The war dog, Perez, sighed.

Seeing that the conversation had been interrupted, Septimius decided to let someone more professional handle it. He looked at Hades.

"The Primarch of the Deathguard has just returned. Have you seen your father, Hades?"

Sevius's intention was for Hades to casually change the subject, since only the Warhound, Iron Warrior, and Hades had not discussed their Primarchs.

Hades' hand trembled as he scooped the porridge.

Hmm. In this situation, does he really have to tell the truth?

"I'm not familiar with our legion commander; I've only met him a few times,"

He scooped up the porridge without batting an eye.

"The warband commander has just returned, and the affairs of the legion are mostly back to normal."

"There's no need to be too pessimistic, brother."

Hades swallowed a mouthful of porridge and spoke towards the direction of the war dogs.