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

"Unfortunately, the production of this type of weapon is very small, and we can only distribute it to a small number of people in the auxiliary forces."

Tarachin was absolutely doing this on purpose. The production of this rifle takes an extremely long time and the raw materials are expensive. Some steps are simply impossible to do on an assembly line.

Only big-spending, powerful entities like Space Necromancers would do this.

Hades thought through gritted teeth.

Mortarian stared at the "Imperial Rifle" in Hades' hand, then thought about the alien technology Nether Lamp and Annihilation in his own hands.

Finally, Mortarian spoke.

"Won't they cause trouble?"

“No,” Hades said confidently.

“I’ve already communicated with Greier. This is the weapon Greier provided to Death Guard. We don’t know anything else.”

But in reality, Greier only knew how to make such products; he knew nothing else.

In this regard, Hades places the production of space necromantic technology on the forging satellite Mint of Barbarus, and does not entrust the production of other items to the main world of Greiel. Other items, such as armor, are entrusted to the main world of Greiel.

"That's fine."

Mortarian pondered for a moment, then said,

“You’ve put a lot of effort into the equipment for the mortal auxiliary army.”

Hades nodded.

"I have also envisioned and modified some of the Space Marines' weapons, but I haven't mentioned them yet."

Mortarian then looked at Hades.

"why?"

Hades blinked.

"To put it simply, we all know that Titans are the kings of the battlefield, but the cost of manufacturing Titans, the cost of maintaining them, and how to transport them to the battlefield all present many problems."

"Therefore, we cannot only build Titans."

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Chapter 191 What? This isn't a necromancer?

"There have also been changes to Space Marine equipment."

Hades picked up a scythe that emitted a faint green glow.

Mortarian stared speechlessly at the scythe engraved with the number "fourteen" and the Death Guard's emblem.

Aside from the scythe being modified to fit the Death Guard's body shape for better grip, everything else remains unchanged.

Mortarian knew exactly what these blades were. In his previous battles against the space necromancers, he had already witnessed their power. These mist-like blades could easily tear through heavy armor, making the stiff alien races even more threatening.

"This is an ordinary sickle."

"I know what you're trying to say, don't explain."

Mortarian spoke silently, silencing Hades who was about to say something.

They exchanged a silent glance, everything understood without a word.

Even Primarchs like Mortarion, who were quite indifferent to the Empire, realized that their current actions were among those strictly prohibited.

"Well, of course, this kind of weapon is also relatively difficult to produce, so it may not be possible to equip the entire legion with it."

"I'm sure it's best not to use a full legion configuration."

Mortarian spoke, and Hades nodded guiltily.

"really."

They were the kind of people who seemed off at first glance, but since only the Death Guard wielded the scythe, they could use "you don't understand scythes" as an excuse.

Hades then put down his scythe and picked up a dagger that emitted a faint green light.

For the first time, Mortarian felt like he couldn't hold back.

"Should I thank you for finally not taking out those green-painted weapons anymore?"

"Haha, it's not that our legion's paint scheme is green."

Mortarian pointed to the green-glowing rifle, scythe, and dagger that Hades had just pulled out of the corner.

"I don't know whether to praise your research ability or criticize it."

A hoarse voice came from beneath the breathing mask.

"Anything that can improve combat effectiveness is a good thing."

Hades said righteously and sternly,

"."

Mortarian stared at the pile of weapons that exuded an alien aura.

It's easier to deny contact if they issue alien weapons to mortal auxiliary troops, since they can simply deny any connection. But if they issue such weapons to their own directly subordinate legions...

"Have these weapons all been tested by the Mechanicus?"

"It's already in the final testing phase, it'll be approved soon."

The Mechanics Cult's definition of "innovation" is rather vague, and on the battlefield, some emergency modifications and "innovations" can be forgiven.

However, these products are usually deliberately left unused for one or two centuries before entering large-scale assembly line production to check their corrosion resistance and whether they have been contaminated.

However, there are exceptions, and quite a few at that, since the mechanical guru is playing a flexible bottom line.

The sages of Grei specifically accelerated Hades's process, and, to say the least, Hades guaranteed that he would not be corrupted in the area of ​​necromancy.

Other changes, such as the simple-looking rocket launchers, will be subject to more rigorous corrosion testing by the Grei'ai sages to prevent accidents during use.

Mortarion glanced at Hades, but the Primarch still didn't find the pile of green-glowing weapons particularly appealing. So, Mortarion, who had been engrossed in the laboratory for many days, took the initiative to propose reviewing the procedures for these weapons.

Hades pointed to another room filled with parchment.

After three days of intensive research, Mortarian decided to release the weapons.

After that, the Death Guard had a new custom: after each tough battle, the Death Guard company commanders would personally select the most resilient individual in the battle, lead them into the Death Guard's technical chamber to drink poison, and make a silent oath.

Each Death Guard emerging from the technology chamber carries behind them an ominous scythe wrapped in dark strips of cloth—the Scythe of the Dead.

The Death Guards who acquire these scythes always remain silent about the origins and true appearance of these weapons, and other Death Guards never try to ask them about the truth of these scythes. In battles fought in cooperation with other legions, the soldiers of other legions are merely curious as to why these Death Guards carry an extra, tattered scythe, but these white and green-painted warriors always remain silent about it.

Only when these warriors encounter the most difficult battle of their warrior careers will they take off this scythe, unwrapping the strips of cloth wrapped around it, soaked in Primitive-specific toxins. The scythe handle, saturated with toxins, emits an eerie light, capable of easily killing any creature that touches it but is not a Death Guardian.

Once this scythe is opened, no one on the battlefield will survive except for the Death Guard and friendly forces.

Those soldiers from other legions who were fortunate enough to survive such battles would vaguely remember that the scythe had emitted an ominous, emerald-green hue.

The Death Guards also issue a strange type of undead dagger to the mortal support troops who are most closely connected to the Legion. These daggers, slightly infused with alien technology, gleam with an eerie light.

But few people pay attention to these ordinary people who don't like to show off. So, on battlefields where close combat is necessary, a strange green figure will quietly streak across the space, delivering an undefendable blow to his enemies.

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Chapter 192 Biological Wet Components

“She doesn’t look like she’ll wake up, my Lord.”

"And the chances of recovery are not high."

Beneath the dense network of tubes, a vaguely discernible half-human figure could be made out, with some white hair knotted in blood clots on a bloody, mangled face.

Sage Kirkland skillfully performed the necessary examinations on the damaged body, reporting to Hades as he went. Meanwhile, Hades dismantled the knight mech from which the pilot had been removed.

Compared to a fully-fledged knight mech, the mech they found on planet 373 was far too simple. The upper part of the mech could still operate according to normal physics, but the lower part of the mech was purely a product of being forcibly operated using Nurgle's psionic energy.

However, Hades was not interested in the mecha's outer frame design, but rather in its control system. The knight's pilot was not in the cockpit, but rather inserted into the top of the mecha as if atonement, controlling the knight through pipes.

Hades examined it with the Dark Domain. The mech had no machine soul. There were signs of corrosion on the lower part of the mech, but the upper part was very clean, presumably due to the abilities of the Untouchables.

Hades consulted the sages of Grei's tribe about the mech's soul, and received affirmative answers from them: the soul is an indispensable part of a mech's operation.

Hades then wondered if he had become someone who specialized in knights and titans.

However, this does not explain the current situation, which is why this rudimentary knight can still function even without a machine spirit.

Hades stared at the knight before him, lost in thought—

“My Lord, I have a possible speculation.”

Kirkland Sage's cheerful voice rang out; experimenting on untouchables—this was a return to his old profession.

Kirkland lifted the dense network of tubes that had been inserted into the girl's waist. During the disassembly, in order to remove the white-haired girl for necessary examinations and possible treatment, the Sage Kirkland had cut off these tubes that were fused with the girl's body.

Inside the cross-section of the tube, there was a dense mass of dried and rotten flesh.

"She used her brain cells as circuitry, laying them into this mech to replace the control of the mech by a normal machine spirit."

Hades shifted his gaze back to the mech, ignoring the now blurred woman. Indeed, during the inspection, he had seen a considerable amount of dried flesh and blood, but Hades subconsciously assumed these were natural byproducts of the Nurgle faction.

Hades pondered for a moment,

"This idea is feasible, and this mech is relatively simple, reducing computing power. However, the computing power of the human brain is probably still insufficient to support this mech."

"My Lord, the activity of these cells far exceeds that of ordinary cells."

Hades abruptly turned his head and looked at Kirkland, who was slowly and methodically checking things.

He strode over and once again enveloped the area with the diluted Black Domain. Unsurprisingly, the woman was not corrupted, meaning that these cells did not grow because of Nurgle's curse.

Hades glanced at the Kirkland sage, who had become even more agitated by the dark aura surrounding him. Kirkland always seemed particularly pleased when he was near an untouchable.

Hades looked again at the body that could almost be called a corpse. In fact, she should have died, but being in the static field for a long time had left her with her last breath.

Hades, out of his own wish, originally wondered if he could save an untouchable, or at least give her a clean death.

Hades sighed softly.

What is your suggestion?

"Make it into a biological wet component, an adult, an untouchable being, and the computing power of a single cell is astonishing."

"However, machines that generally require biological wet components will have a machine spirit, and untouchable objects will cause the machine spirit to repel such existences."

Hades suddenly realized this, and he slowly spoke.

"But we can create machines without a machine soul, but with the computing power provided by that part."

They all looked at the brain tissue in the tube.

Moreover, the Untouchables are far less susceptible to corruption than the Machine Souls.

137 tests,

【Hello? 】

Ruibo blinked, confused, a blur enveloping her.

It can't move, and it can't see.

【.】

【Hello? 】

The same message was shouted out, but not in the form of sound; radio waves flickered, and the tissues slowly rippled.

【? 】

Ruibo's consciousness gradually cleared, and she felt as if she were slowly sinking in the dark, lightless depths of the sea.

Where am I?

Death Guard, Hades' personal laboratory.

The being on the other side responded to her. Ruibo blinked hard, trying to see something clearly, but found that she seemed to have lost even the ability to control her eyelids.

I don't quite understand.

Instead of answering her message, the other end asked a new question.