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

Hades is now shrouded in darkness.

At first, he just felt a headache coming on. Hades tried to reach out and rub his head, but found that he couldn't move at all.

My left brain feels like it's going to explode, and my left eye is also very uncomfortable.

Hades initially thought this was painful enough, but it turned out he was wrong.

A tremendous force was pressing down on him. Hades tried to break free, but found that this force was like a giant hand that blotted out the sky, leaving him nowhere to hide or escape.

Just as the giant hand was about to strike—it mercifully stopped. Hades's mind trembled. It was like a bomb about to explode, but he would never know when it would detonate.

Hades felt his internal organs begin to burn, as if they had grown hands and feet and were beating him inside his body.

This agonizing process seemed to last an incredibly long time—months? Years? Centuries? Or perhaps just a fleeting moment?

Hades only knew that this process lasted a very long time, so long that he thought he was about to die.

The pain suddenly disappeared.

Hades could hold on any longer, and his consciousness sank back to the bottom of the water.

Happy reading! (σ′▽‵)′▽‵)σ

Chapter 39 I don't want to become a poison gas canister!

Endurance, Space Marine's personal room.

just now.

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Hades—no, now it's He Shi—is sitting at his beloved little desk, coloring his favorite little chess pieces.

He put down the 30k Mortarion he had just applied, stretched, and looked up to see a small display case on his desk near the wall.

He Shi thought for a moment, then casually took out an Emperor figurine he had bought online before, the authenticity of which he didn't know.

He listlessly placed the two little ones on the table, and then—

The little Mortalian chess piece moved and even spoke.

The little chess piece laughed loudly, then produced an alien head from somewhere.

"Hahahaha! I've finally killed you, Father!!!"

The Emperor's figurine stood silently watching the Mortarion chess piece from a short distance away. Mortarion noticed it.

"And who are you, stranger?"

The Emperor figurine suddenly began to emit a dazzling golden light!

"My dear dad!"

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Hades, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

What a strange dream!

This was Hades' first brain reaction after he woke up from a long coma.

The second reaction was—

Damn it! ! ! !

With the awakening of self-awareness, the fully transformed bodily functions all began to operate at normal power.

The first thing the brain receives is the perception of the surrounding environment.

A scent assaulted the very depths of Hades' soul!

It's like mixing super-strong lemon, mint, licorice, extra-strong concentrated disinfectant, and extra-strong 84 disinfectant together, then throwing it into an ice cellar to freeze into that kind of water with floating ice cubes, then adding aged vinegar, chili water, super-concentrated alcohol, and chlorine, and then putting it back in the freezer to freeze just right.

Then, stuff all of this stuff into the compressor pump, and use a high-pressure water gun to force it into Hades' lung tubes, turning it up to maximum power!

Hades felt like his brain was being churned up by this aura.

He instinctively sat up abruptly, coughing violently uncontrollably, one hand covering his mouth and nose, the other clutching his throat.

"Cough cough cough cough, I'm coughing cough cough. Damn."

To be fair, Barbaros is a world full of poisonous gas, which is divided into highly poisonous, moderately poisonous, and low-toxicity, but there is no "non-toxic" option at all.

Imagine someone who's been living in an environment with a strange smell for a long time. Then you increase their sense of smell a hundredfold and throw them into clean air. No one could stand that.

And this is the current situation for Hades.

Even though he was breathing clean air while unconscious, when his cerebral cortex became active and his consciousness returned, the sudden exposure to such different environmental information caused Hades to experience a strong stress response.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough cough!!"

A large hand reached out, holding a spherical incense burner. The burner, with its simple, openwork brass carvings, bore inscriptions in Barbarosian.

"Born in a poisonous land, silenced in a miasma-ridden place."

A familiar, gentle, captivating scent of home wafted slowly from the small incense burner.

The pale, thin, skeletal hand handed the lovely and charming little incense burner to Hades' side.

"Cough cough cough... Thank... cough cough cough... Thank you!"

Having just awakened from a long coma, Hades was forced to turn on by the fresh air. Still dizzy and disoriented, he disregarded his personal image and unceremoniously snatched the small incense burner, then shoved it against his nose.

The warm, gentle scent immediately dispelled the pungent, icy air.

Hades took a few deep breaths while holding the small incense burner, trying to neutralize the stimulating sensation from before.

Then, he forcibly slowed down his breathing, which had suddenly become rapid due to the stress he had just experienced. His completely modified body, of course, faithfully carried out the commands given by his brain.

Smoke drifted out slowly in small streams from the openwork.

Finally, Hades calmed down.

He looked up.

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Hades is currently in a spacious and simple room. The room is not small, and the ceiling is higher than that of a typical house in Barbarus. A tall workbench is placed next to the wall, with some basic tools on it, and some weapons are neatly hung on the wall.

As for Hades, he was dressed in simple casual clothes and was currently sitting half-sitting on a simple bed with no blankets except for a rectangular pillow.

The room temperature was just right, so there was no need for a blanket.

The person who attracted Hades the most attention in the room was undoubtedly the one who had just handed him the incense burner.

The tall Primarch was sitting in a chair that was slightly small for his size.

Mortarian wasn't wearing armor, only simple combat clothes. A gray cloak hung to the ground, and a dull moss-green blouse was bound by dark brown leather straps, with occasional silver buckles glittering on the straps, breaking the darkness of his outfit.

Her lower body consisted of black trousers, with gray-white leggings tightly concealing the excess wrinkles in the trousers, and heavy gray boots with sharp edges and extremely thick soles.

A slightly exaggerated round silver plaque, compared to Mortalian's personal attire, adorns Mortalian's belt.

The perfectly round silver medal was disrupted by six protruding spikes, three on each side, and a skull was carved in the center.

Hades knew it all too well. It was the symbol of the Death Guard.

Several slender, bronze chains hung from his shoulders, and incense burners, slowly emitting poisonous fumes, were attached to these chains. One of the chains was missing an incense burner from its clasp.

This incense burner is now in Hades's possession.

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Mortarian looked at Hades, and surprisingly, his face, which was not wearing a gas mask, held a mixture of amusement and relief.

"It seems I'm not the only one who's not used to the air here."

Hades blinked blankly. Wait, just now, just now... so that pungent smell was normal air?!

No! ! ! !

He doesn't want to become a poison gas canister! Ughhhhhh!

But now was not the time for Hades to lament; Hades quickly assessed the situation.

He and Mortarion were probably rescued by the Emperor, and he has since been transformed into a Deathguard Interstellar Warrior.

Hades should currently be aboard the Deathguard's warship.

Of course, putting everything else aside for now, the first thing to determine is this.

Hades composed himself, his face becoming serious.

"Motalian, how did your duel with Nacre end?"

A smile bloomed on Death's lips.

“I killed it. After you fell unconscious, the monster was no match for me because of its previous injuries.”

Oh, is that so?

Shouldn't we have waited then?

Hades clearly remembered. He couldn't quite recall. Uh... it seemed like that?

Perhaps I was already out of consciousness at the time, or perhaps the reconstructive surgery blurred my memory.

Anyway, in the end, it was Mortarion who killed Nacre!

In short, Hades' previous efforts were not in vain.

"Congratulations! You did it, Mortarian!"

Hades couldn't help but laugh too, but his laugh was noticeably more exaggerated than Death's; his mouth was practically stretched to the sky.

"I'm sorry I passed out in the end and couldn't be of much help."

"Do not."

Mortarian shook his head slightly.

“If you hadn’t helped me suppress Nacre’s psionic energy the first time, the outcome of this battle would have been hard to say.”

Death's eyes were filled with gratitude, while Hades, upon learning the final outcome, appeared remarkably nonchalant.

"Haha, don't be modest, Mortalian, I really didn't help much."

"But what's going on here? Aren't we in Barbaross right now?"

Hades seemed to only then realize the environment they were in.

Mortarian smiled inwardly. Compared to Hades' own situation, he would indeed ask Mortarian about the final outcome of the decisive battle first.

This move has definitely boosted his popularity again.

Happy reading! (°3°)

Chapter 40 Good News? Bad News?

Endurance, Space Marine's personal room.

just now.

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"So, that's roughly it."

"Is that so?"

Mortarian briefly explained the current situation to Hades.

Hades sat on the bed, silently recalling Mortarian's words.

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In short, to paraphrase Hades himself, Mortarion's words were—

Actually, I am a Primarch, a very powerful human being.

My biological father, the Emperor, found me. He is an invincible galactic-level warlord and emperor, a human being even more powerful than me. He plans to give me an extremely powerful interstellar legion and send me to liberate the galaxy.

He saved us, and we're now on the spaceship he promised to give me.

By the way, "universe" means the heavenly world of Barbarossa.