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

The nutrient solution in the nutrient tank was about to be emptied, and a beeping mechanical sound rang out. The liquid began to flow rapidly, as if it were boiling.

The Emperor peered through the glass of the nutrient tank at Hades inside.

Hades' eyelids twitched slightly, but he did not wake up.

The emperor placed a finger on the glass and made a few random strokes.

A faint golden light flashed briefly over Hades' head.

Caution is a good thing, but sometimes it's unnecessary.

I hope you can fulfill the destiny I've chosen for you, outsider.

[Outsiders]

The world in which the Emperor resides consists of the physical universe and the subspace.

And what lies outside the world?

It is a turbulent flow with no rules whatsoever.

Even the subspace, which seems extremely bizarre to ordinary people, has its own rules.

The gods acted in accordance with the original rules of the world, but there were always gods who tried to interfere with things outside the world.

Subspace needs to expand.

The game of the gods should not be confined to one world.

Tzeentch, whose name means "change," was the first to attempt to expand the scope of the warp, or perhaps to break the rules of this world.

Then, He successfully broke through a small hole in the subspace, shattering a corner of this world.

A chaotic and disorderly torrent surged forth, annihilating all laws it encountered.

Fortunately, the damage to this world was not too great, and Tzeentch repaired it through his own efforts.

But the barriers of this world have been thinned because of this attempt.

It could be a punishment imposed on Tzeentch by the rules of the world, or it could simply be a coincidence.

On one side of this world, separated by countless turbulent currents, lies a world entirely governed by the laws of physics.

There is an extremely small probability that a creature from that physical world will be randomly swept into this world by the turbulence.

These lucky or unlucky little creatures are like walking rifts in the world, absorbing all the subspace laws around them and throwing these laws into the turbulent currents.

Because they originate from a physical world, they do not reject the laws of the physical world; in the physical world, they exist in their most original form.

If these entities are not addressed, the rifts in the subspace will grow larger and larger until they disintegrate in the chaotic currents.

But this is not good news for humanity either.

The humans in this world are not purely physical beings; they have their own soul projections in the subspace.

If the warp is destroyed, humanity will cease to exist.

Therefore, the emperor and the four gods had their own tacit understanding.

If there are outsiders, simply destroy them.

If an outsider is encountered, their physical body can be destroyed. The destruction of the physical body, supported only by the laws of physics, will also cause these beings to cease to exist.

But now, with the Emperor meeting Hades, the pact has been rewritten.

A single outsider would not pose much of a threat to this world, and the original subspace beings have long been restless again.

Even if the emperor doesn't intervene, He will still break the agreement.

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Greed, very good.

The emperor thought of it.

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Few outsiders can navigate the turbulence, and even fewer manage to land on a habitable planet and survive.

Those outsiders who can land on Barbaros, a planet ruled by Nurgle, and thus not immediately controlled by Tzeentch, are...

Very few.

What's even more remarkable is that this outsider possesses his own admirable qualities.

The Emperor saw Hades from Mortalian's memories, and he saw Hades who, in the end, risked his life to help Mortalian kill the aliens.

This trade will not result in a loss.

The emperor thought.

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However, it still depends on Hades' own performance.

—Hades, this is just one of the Emperor's countless backup plans, and at this stage, he will not waste too much attention or energy on it.

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Good luck.

The emperor reached out and pressed his entire palm against the glass, and instantly, golden light burst forth!

The emperor's long hair was scattered in the gust of wind.

In the subspace, the pure black rift was instantly enveloped by a layer of golden light. The golden light violently compressed the black domain, and the already somewhat weakened black domain began to struggle!

Meanwhile, in the nutrient tank, Hades, floating in the nutrient solution, also began to struggle! His limbs were twitching and trembling unconsciously.

The black area thrashed about inside the package, trying to escape the golden light's embrace.

But how could something so tiny be a match for such enormous golden light?

The dark area quickly quieted down, allowing the golden light to compress it.

When the dark area was compressed to a size slightly smaller than a human figure, the golden light stopped advancing.

The golden light receded slightly, then gradually faded and disappeared, eventually becoming imperceptible and transparent.

"The surgery is now possible."

The golden light in the laboratory was like a fleeting moment in a dream, gone in an instant. The emperor still stood there, his expression calm, lost in thought.

This is a cage.

But whether this cage is meant to keep out external malice or trap the monsters inside remains unknown.

Happy reading! ('ω')

I apologize that I might add a lot of my own settings or change some settings based on the original settings later on to make the novel more reasonable. (_) For those who like to read the original version, I really apologize, but my writing skills and brain are simply not up to the task of writing that kind of article.

I also hope everyone can recommend some materials about 30k; there are just too many to list. It's overwhelming.

Chapter 37: A Poison Gas Canister Was Retrieved

The Emperor Dream, a luxurious single-occupancy treatment room.

Three months before the reconstructive surgery.

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The once luxurious and fragrant sanatorium is now filled with Barbaros's unique poisonous gas.

These poison gases were collected from the Barbarus by specially dispatched servitude, then compressed and mixed with the air on the Imperial Dream in a specific ratio before being released into this large, spacious sanatorium.

The room's owner, Mortarian, was sitting by the bed, quietly flipping through a thick book.

He wasn't wearing a gas mask; the concentration of toxic gas in Barbarossa was practically pleasant.

Motalian was dressed in simple white casual clothes, the loose and comfortable fabric draped over his body, revealing the bandages and medical gel underneath.

The room contained nothing but a bed, a workbench, and a huge bookshelf crammed with books.

Mortarian demanded that all the fancy things be moved out. He simply couldn't appreciate the glittering, intricately carved ornaments or the carpets made of thousands of silk fabrics that celebrated the warriors' achievements.

Wasteful, utterly wasteful, and a smug act of showing off one's taste.

Mortarian could not understand the Empire's actions, but he accepted the mission given to him by the Emperor.

After he beheaded Nacre and then fell unconscious, it was the Emperor, supposedly his biological father, who saved him and Hades.

When Mortarian regained consciousness, the person radiating golden light slowly approached him.

He showed Mortarion the scale of the empire, and he showed him how much of the human world was currently struggling under the rule of the Xenomorphs.

He invited Mortarian to liberate humanity from its suffering.

He offered Mortarian a large and powerful space army and the opportunity to transform the Barbarosians.

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"Motalian, my child, join us."

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Without a doubt, Mortarian agreed to the Emperor's request.

The conditions he offered were too tempting, and the force he displayed was too overwhelming; Mortarian had no other choice.

When faced with an emperor, no one has any choice but to submit.

nobody.

Perhaps this person called Emperor is a good person?

Such childish and absurd ideas filled Mortalian's mind.

For the past few months, Motarian has been recuperating peacefully in the sanatorium.

The massive star ring under construction rotates above Barbarus.

His Death Guards were taken to these star rings, where they would be transformed by the Empire into Space Marines, becoming the Mortalians' true blade.

Mortalian had seen those Imperial forces called Space Marines, and they were simply incredible.

A robust physique beyond the reach of ordinary people, superhuman reflexes, exceptional memory, combat experience that can be passed down through generations, and powered armor specifically designed for war.

With such powerful warriors, if Mortalian had been given seven such warriors back in Barbalus, he would have been able to quell all the aliens in Barbalus within a month.

The thought of leading such an army in the future filled Motarian with excitement.

He will lead these powerful warriors to save humanity from the clutches of the alien race.

"Den."

The door to the sanatorium clicked softly, interrupting Mortalian's thoughts.

somebody is coming.

"Probably just researchers checking on my injuries," Mortarian thought impatiently. He was already healed; these injuries weren't worth spending so much time recovering. He didn't want to spend any more time recuperating; he wanted to see his army.

But as the door slowly slid open to the right, a faint golden light shone in from the other side—

The newcomer was dressed simply, in a minimalist brown linen blouse and loose-fitting trousers that accentuated her long legs. Fine gold thread was embroidered along the edges of her clothes, and golden olive leaves lay quietly on her black hair. Her every move exuded elegance and nobility.

—He is an emperor.

Motalian didn't move, stubbornly pretending that the people who came in were medical personnel, and continued to act as if he was reading.

He didn't want to perform the ceremony.

The emperor walked in, frowning slightly in displeasure. The once luxurious sanatorium had been stripped down to just the most basic necessities. The elegant and beautiful golden sculptures had been removed, as had the carpets that celebrated the warriors' achievements. The various pieces of furniture that ordinary people loved to use for relaxation were also gone.

The entire room was even filled with poisonous gas!

The Emperor couldn't help but frown again, as if he was very dissatisfied with Mortarion's arrangements.

But he quickly regained his calm, even benevolent expression. He walked over calmly, ignoring Mortarian's own little quirk, and sat down on the edge of the bed, next to Mortarian.

Motarian reluctantly raised his head.

Good afternoon, Father.

Good afternoon, Mortarian.

Then the emperor raised his head and looked around.