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

The spacecraft adjusted the angle of its secondary engines and slowly entered the predetermined subspace trajectory.

Planet 373, Sigma.

just now.

This is a small asteroid dotted with emerald green and dark brown, and distant eyes are now focused on it.

[The planet's atmosphere is in good condition, with no electronic storms and few obstacles on the ground, making landing possible.]

The crew member stared at the bird servant instrument, and the image of this area appeared before him at that moment.

[clear.]

[Prepare for landing.]

The exploration fleet from afar slowly landed in a large clearing in the forest. Grasses and ferns swirled in the strong airflow from the engines, and leaves on the towering trees not far away were also tumbling.

The fleet was entirely black, with crimson mechanical cult skeletons menacingly mounted on it, gears spinning and stationed there.

They arrived.

Instead of rushing out, Hades stayed in his cabin to sleep and rest. He felt nauseous after each warp voyage, so he decided to play dead and wait for the results of Kirkland Sage's preliminary investigation.

The request for a spaceship from a nearby forging world has also been sent out. Hades can then rendezvous with the fleet of this forging world in a small flying vehicle after investigating the world.

But what no one knows is that a unique electronic storm is gathering on this planet.

Some small drones were released, flying around to collect data on the area and approaching distant human cities.

Dressed in red robes and bearing the emblem of the Mechanicus, the guards of the ship also lined up and left through the ship's exit, surveying and identifying any dangerous objects in the vicinity of the ship.

The binary mechanical hymns also played in the air along with the footsteps of the apologists.

To avoid the effects of clouds and atmospheric air currents on the entire fleet, and to prevent the fleet's instruments from potentially affecting the Blackstone Obelisk, the Kirkland Sage parked the fleet in a clearing in a large forest, some distance from human cities.

Aside from the unsuitable terrain, the atmospheric landing conditions here were textbook ideal during the entire fleet's landing.

The friars stepped on a dead tree and snapped it with a crack, but the sound did not echo in the silent forest.

The vines are slowly winding.

It was pitch black, but consciousness remained.

"You shouldn't be here."

Hades stared incredulously at the middle-aged man in front of him.

The man was dressed in a simple and neat black priest's robe, with geometric patterns simply outlined in bright green straight lines, and a square-shaped ornament adorning his collar.

His white hair was neatly combed, and his beard was well-trimmed.

"who are you?"

Hades spoke,

“I am Bishop Mazel, young man.”

The bishop nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"You shouldn't be here."

He spoke with a bitter expression.

"I...I've ruined everyone's lives."

Bishop Mazel stared at Hades, and Hades was certain he saw a spark of anger in his eyes.

The bishop seemed about to say something more, but he gritted his teeth, looking utterly exhausted, a stark contrast to his impeccably dressed appearance.

But he only said one sentence in the end.

"Forget it. We can't escape anyway."

"Young man, if you still have a conscience,"

"Just kill her for me."

The bishop's deep blue eyes were fixed on Hades.

"This is what you owe us, this is what you owe everyone."

Hades opened his eyes.

The man's figure gradually blurred, his mind went blank, and the dream began to fade.

Do Space Marines dream? Hades wondered aloud.

But regardless, the dream interrupted his blissful sleep, and Hades sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly into space.

This dream was so strange.

He ruined everyone?

This is what he owes them. Who does Hades owe?

If you kill her, then who is she?

"Lord Hades, the Sage Kirkland has released his preliminary findings on this planet. Please go and meet with the Sage immediately."

"Lord Hades? Lord Hades!!!"

"Get up, wake up, Hades!!!"

However, Jin's loud shouts from outside the door interrupted Hades's daze.

"Hey, hey, hey, here it comes!"

Hades quickly got up. In any case, he could only stay for a month at most before he had to rendezvous with the fleet of another world-forging entity.

Why am I having nightmares so soon after arriving?

Hades shook his head.

Hades thought to himself, "At worst, I'll just run away if I find something's wrong."

Deathguard Endurance, unknown.

"You're saying that the fleet Hades was on lost communication?"

Mortarian tapped the table unconsciously, his rhythm slightly irritated.

It is not uncommon for a spacecraft to briefly lose communication.

Regional subspace storms and fluctuations in nearby stars can both cause this phenomenon.

But time is running out.

The entire Deathguard fleet was busy undergoing pre-battle modifications, including strengthening defenses and upgrading engines. Meticulous tasks were being assigned from the legion commander down through the ranks.

The Death Guardians are already waiting on their prey.

In the Galapa star system, those thick and magnificent star cluster defenses are sleeping peacefully.

As they drew closer to the Galapa star system, Calastiffon began to hear strange noises.

He blinked uneasily, his instincts telling him that this was a psionic issue.

But what happened before had already broken his relationship with the Deathguard's think tank and the Undertakers.

Left with no other option, Karastiffon had to find another way, and he tried to move around in the areas where the Death Guard was stationed with the Untouchables.

The untouchables had not yet been trained because these soulless beings were too distressing for others, so Mortarion decided to hand the task over to Hades.

Although it was painful, it did dampen the whispers.

Although reluctant, the daily whispers were taking a toll on Karas's mental state.

If Hades were here, he could ask Hades to take a look.

Karas thought about it very reluctantly.

Karastiphon sat in a dimly lit corner of the Untouchables encampment, slowly awaiting his fate.

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Chapter 115 First Exploration

Planet 373, Sigma, now.

Outside the shuttle, towering trees stood quietly in place, bathed in the dim sunlight of the galaxy, their lush leaves casting patches of shade among the trees.

The bright red figures of the Missionaries moved through the green forest, their arc rifles gradually disappearing into the green sea as they walked.

Inside the shuttle, the crackling of electric currents, a sound that symbolizes pleasure, rang out.

"Ah! Praise be to Om Messiah!"

Hades watched helplessly as the Sage Kirkland paced back and forth, his robes and black stone pendant swaying wildly with each step, an electric hiss crackling, and words resembling mechanical prayers emanating from the Sage Kirkland's speech apparatus.

King, who had summoned Hades, shrank back and hid timidly behind Hades to avoid being noticed by the Sage Kirkland.

Jin, of course, had no fondness for a former owner who was acting crazy.

When the sage Kirkland finally finished spouting strange phrases like "Ohm Messiah, help me" and "God of Machines, I'll kowtow to you," he finally calmed down, and the cooling system started operating at increased power. Kirkland then looked back at Hades.

"Incredible, according to the initial survey by the drone swarm, there was once a fairly strong anti-psychic field in the very center of the largest human city on this planet, across the forest."

Hades swiftly grasped the key words.

"Wait, before?"

The sage's indicator light flashed, and he then explained further to Hades.

"Yes, we are not observing any anti-psychic fields at present."

"It's highly likely that humans who once lived here destroyed the device."

The sage muttered in dissatisfaction, and the electronic voice became increasingly jarring.

But that was enough. Before this, the Kirkland Sage had never truly found a device that could stably generate a strong anti-psychic field.

In contrast to the excited mechanical sage, Hades fell into deep thought.

The black stone obelisk built in the very center of a human city seems strange no matter how you look at it.

"Sage, may I see the images transmitted by the drone?"

"Please."

Hades instantly received the data packet from the Sage of Kirkland. After entering the key, Hades began to examine the screen.

Houses resembling medieval architecture appear in the picture, the streets are covered in dust, and some buildings have collapsed due to the passage of time.

A huge square stands in the very center of the city, its floor paved with black stone, outlined with emerald green lines, but now it is dull and lifeless due to dust.

In the very center, a black obelisk, several meters wide, stands indifferently, overlooking all living beings.

However, the original straight lines of the obelisk have been disrupted, and some pits and dents have broken the smoothness, revealing the layout inside.

Other arched, dark walls surround the obelisk, which is covered with prayers and intricate patterns.

Directly in front of the square is a platform about one person tall, resembling a bulletin board.

No, something's not right.

Hades frowned unconsciously.

Even though they may share similar styles and building materials, they are not a single entity.

What exactly is going on?

Hades pondered that the image transmitted by the drone from the central obelisk was still too blurry, which prevented him from delving any deeper into his thoughts.

"I need to go to the scene and take a look."

Hades concluded.

In the dense yet silent forest, a group of people is moving.

Hades stood in the middle of the group, wearing MK3 modified power armor, a low-key blend of bone white and moss green. On the heavy shoulder armor, one side featured the six-spiked skull representing the Fourteenth Legion, while the other side featured the gear-ring skull symbolizing the Martian Mechanicus.

Hades modified the MK3 power armor, making its defensive capabilities even better. Although the cost was that the armor became heavier, this weight was still a piece of cake for Hades.

Behind him is the Tech Sergeant's most iconic power backpack, with a skull protruding from above Hades' left shoulder armor, intertwined with red and black cables—this is the Omniscient Scanner.

The slender spray gun was folded on the right side of the backpack, and the service arm was also quietly folded on Hades' back. Inside were a phlogiston torch, a plasma cutter, and a pyrotechnic gun.