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

"No, I believe you. Let's escape together."

"I just... never expected to meet you here..."

Hades carefully crafted his words, hoping not to offend Typhon, after all, Typhon was a key figure in the Warhammer storyline.

Moreover, he now needs Typhon's psychic powers to escape from here.

Who is Calas Typhon?

Karastifon, the true leader of the Fourteenth Legion (cough cough, not really), the company commander of the First Company of the Fourteenth Legion, Mortarion's former best friend, a despicable traitor, a filial son, and a psionic being born of an alien father and a human mother.

His claim to fame was single-handedly eliminating the entire Death Guard.

In the original story, Calathiphon was Mortalian's best friend in Barbarus. Inspired by him, Mortalian escaped from his alien foster father's imprisonment and successfully reached the human settlement at the foot of the mountain.

After that, Mortarian and Karastifon together formed and led the resistance. (Although Mortarian was the one who mostly organized it.)

It can be said that Calathiphon was Mortalian's guide in the human world.

Mortarian showed great tolerance and indulgence towards this human he was meeting for the first time.

This led to the betrayal of Kalastiphon, who later became a Death Guardian, and his repeated acts of rebellion, but he was still not killed by Mortarion.

Ultimately, Mortarion, who failed to recognize talent, was sacrificed along with his entire legion by Karastifon, and it was another day of filial piety between father and son.

The fact that Typhon is here can only mean one thing.

In the original novel, Mortalian and Calathephon's encounter begins when Typhon escapes from the slave wagon.

In other words, Mortarion is about to unleash a powerful attack, so Hades will most likely survive this wave!

He can run away!

Hades was indifferent to the prospect of meeting Mortarion; surviving and clinging to life was the most important thing for him right now!

Forget about betrayal hundreds of years from now, if we don't run now we'll be BBQed by aliens!

Hades stepped aside to make way for Typhon to begin his psionic performance.

Come on, Typhon, get everyone some work done!

Typhon frowned, and an eerie white light gathered in his hand—

Okay, damn it, let's go—

The white light suddenly dimmed.

"This shouldn't be happening. I feel my connection to the warp has been weakened..."

Typhon muttered to himself in a low voice.

Hades stared at him, "Big brother, are you sure you can do it? Are you sure you can do it, big brother?"

However, what they did not know was that it was Hades' untouchable nature that blocked Typhon's connection with the Warp.

They should perhaps be thankful that Hades' physique can grow along with him. Right now, Hades is still a child, very weak, which means he can only weaken his warp connections.

It was precisely Hades' slow-growing physique that initially prevented him from considering himself as an Untouchable. After all, in his memory, the Untouchables were like black holes in the Warp, constantly and unconsciously devouring the souls around them, so any creature with a soul would subconsciously despise them.

Untouchables are the kind of people who are hated by everyone, and some people even try to hunt them down because of inexplicable hatred.

It was precisely because of Hades's understanding that he did not immediately think of himself as an untouchable.

If a psionicist dares to use their psionic powers near a powerful untouchable, they will most likely explode and die on the spot.

However, Hades is unaware of all of this.

He watched silently as Typhon slowly moved backward, as if gathering strength for a powerful attack.

As the distance between them increased, the white light suddenly became blinding. Through the breathing mask, Typhon shouted,

"Get out of the way!!!"

A blinding white light instantly engulfed the cramped cage. An explosion triggered by psionic energy slammed into Hades, and the massive psionic shock even overturned the truck. They and the truck tumbled and fell into the ravine together.

When the white light disappeared, a huge gap was clearly visible on the floor.

The poisonous gas rushed in with a bang. Typhon was the first to half-roll out of the gap. He instinctively gagged, but did not run away immediately. He turned around and pulled Hades out.

Hades could now see his surroundings; they were on a central hillside, surrounded by nothing but rubble and withered grass, except for a fortress.

The tumble had landed them in a small ravine. Slightly up the hillside, the slave-hunting caravan's small escort vehicles slowed down and stopped. The lords' puppets yelled at each other as they got out of the vehicles, trying to get there.

Further into the distance, there was a fortress, its tall walls standing oppressively in the thick fog, making one feel that the castle was imprisoning something rather than protecting it.

Enveloped in the mist, atop the crenellations of the castle's outer wall, stood a tall, thin, and withered figure—

It is Mortarion.

Uh, I added some of my own interpretations to the "Untouchables" setting. The official setting regarding the Soulless is constantly being revised, so I've mostly followed the official version, but added my own details.

In short, untouchables are people who are universally disliked, and the stronger their suppression of psychic energy, the more likely they are to be hated.

Furthermore, those who cannot be touched do not operate the machinery much, because the machinery will malfunction and the machine spirit will be displeased!

However, there are rumors that those who cannot be touched can control their physical constitution through meditation and spiritual practice, but this remains to be seen.

One of the male protagonist's special abilities is his untouchable constitution.

There will be a lot of custom settings later, which may lead to a bad viewing experience. I'm very sorry.

Chapter 4 is about to get into the main story.

An unnamed hillside in Barbarossa.

Hades stood still, staring intently at the figure in the pale fog. For a moment, he felt they made eye contact. Even through the thick fog, the tall, thin man stared intently at his fellow human being whom he was seeing for the first time.

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The owner of the garden in the subspace was grumbling in dissatisfaction. His carefully crafted destiny seemed to have just developed a discordant flavor, but this flavor was fleeting.

He muttered and reached down to scratch the pustules on his chin, splattering his hand with yellowish-white pus. This made him feel a little better; perhaps the smell that had just disgusted him was just a fragment of a nightmare.

He continued to stir his cauldron, and countless, endless, wondrous diseases and plagues danced and sang within it, praising His mercy.

He will get what He wants.

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An uninvited guest seems to have arrived on the stage of the Four Gods.

But it was clear that this guest's first appearance had no audience.

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The blue figure chuckled. "Wait, are there really no spectators?"

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Hades hesitated for a moment, but he didn't intend to call out directly. The puppets were still on their way, and there was still time. He turned around and, together with Typhon, rescued the remaining people in the carriage.

The first purpose is to rescue people, and the second is to use these people as cover to delay the puppet.

Hades thought darkly.

Most people are destined not to survive.

People ran out, and Typhon discovered Mortarion's castle. In a panic, he ran frantically toward the castle.

Under his leadership, people began to run toward the fortress. Most of them did not have gas masks and could not survive outdoors at this altitude.

The crowd began to move towards the castle, and the mindless puppets also changed their course.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Hades quietly retreated to the back of the truck, grabbed his crossbow, and began to aim.

He believed his gas mask was sufficient to protect him from the toxic fumes.

The puppets followed... Several times Hades found a chance to deliver a fatal headshot, but he didn't... He was waiting for the right moment.

Just like in the original story, Typhon began to address Mortarion.

"who are you?"

He cried out, half sobbing and half wailing.

"Looking down from the sidelines, watching from afar? You clearly saw us! You could have helped us!"

The faster-moving puppets had already begun to attempt to attack Typhon, whose leader was clearly in a tough fight, struggling alone on the muddy ground, brandishing a rusty dagger.

Others, some already poisoned by the gas, lay unconscious on the ground, awaiting only death.

The rest, like Typhon, were caught up in a battle against the puppets, but lacking combat experience, they were quickly torn to shreds.

Typhon was quickly defeated as well; his psionic talent only allowed him to hold out for a little longer.

Several puppets surrounded Typhon, seemingly intending to tear off his limbs.

Hades aimed, but he hesitated to pull the trigger; he was waiting.

When Mortarion is determined to rebel, when Mortarion is determined to save Typhon.

Otherwise, none of them would escape.

"Help us! Stranger!! You could have helped us!!"

Hades knew that Mortarian was currently engaged in an extremely intense internal struggle.

Several gunshots rang out, and the puppets fell to the ground. A figure on the other side of the fortress held a musket.

Hades' lips curled into a smile.

Upon seeing Mortarion raise his musket to aid humanity, the puppets guarding the castle roared in anger; they were Mortarion's men and his jailers.

They all picked up their weapons and charged towards Mortarion.

Meanwhile, the main force of the slave-catching team also targeted Mortarion.

Mortarian leaped down from the towering ramparts, landing heavily with a shockwave.

He pulled out a long whip made of twisted iron chain, and swung it with great force, each lash accompanied by bits of flesh and a shower of blood.

Mortarian moved madly yet calmly through the horde of golems, like a lone wolf suppressing a flock of sheep. With each run and dash, he dismembered the golems, breaking them into smaller individuals, and then tearing them apart.

At first, the puppets were able to overwhelm Mortarion with their numbers, but as time went on, the battle gradually turned into a one-sided chaotic massacre. Mortarion was clearly in a bloodthirsty frenzy, attacking recklessly. He even gave up some opportunities to block in exchange for more bloodshed.

Compared to the unstoppable Mortarion, Typhon was struggling considerably. He was tightly clutching his gas mask, holding only a knife, as he fended off the puppets attacking him.

Meanwhile, Hades was hiding in the truck, firing arrows from the shadows. The absence of puppets meant precious time to reload, so Hades aimed and fired as accurately as possible, providing support for the two frontline melee fighters.

The arrows flew silently, each one piercing the head!

He successfully killed three golems that tried to sneak up on Typhon, and repeatedly broke through the golems that wanted to attack Mortalian, providing Mortalian with opportunities to attack rather than defend.

When Hades nocked the last arrow and blew the head off a puppet, the massacre gradually drew to a close. The ground was covered in blood and gore, twisted limbs struggled and trembled, and the few remaining puppets were routed, running towards the higher hillside.

Typhon and Mortalian still had a few puppets, but they posed no real threat. Hades emerged from the truck's hiding place and quickly ran to the area with the small escort vehicles.

He opened a small vehicle and successfully started it.

Then he turned and called to the last remaining humans—incredibly, these lucky ones had survived the attacks of poison gas and puppets.

"Run!" Hades shouted at them, and the men quickly ran over and jumped into the vehicle.

"Child, aren't you leaving?"

Hades glanced at them. "No, I won't leave yet."

Hades likes to take a gamble when he has a high probability of winning.

They did not try to persuade Hades again, and the gray vehicle slowly moved towards the valley.

The vehicle was slow, but fast enough for them to reach the bottom of the valley safely.

He found a small to medium-sized truck to use as a vehicle for his departure, started the engine, and quickly drove the truck to a slightly farther location.

Hades got out of the car and ran back to continue searching for and modifying vehicles. He found a wrench and used it to smash open the fuel valves of all the small vehicles he could find. Fuel gushed out and quickly spilled all over the stone ground.

After doing all this, he turned his attention back to Mortarion and Typhon. It seemed their battle was over, and they were exchanging barbs.

As a shut-in in his previous life, Hades couldn't understand or do such amazing things, but he respected it, after all, this was a world where ideas and beliefs truly had power.

But guys, stop chatting, Mortalian's foster father is coming down to kill us soon!

Hades took a deep breath, causing his gas mask to creak.

"Typhon! Karas Typhon! And our friends over there! Are you still going to run?!"