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

You have also been transformed into a very powerful Space Marine.

Don't worry, once I get that super powerful interstellar legion, I definitely won't forget you. Just tell me what you want.

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Well, compared to Hades's expectation of a brief introduction to the world's lore, Mortarion was more straightforward than expected.

Hades pretended to know nothing, but started acting when Mortalian got to the point.

"Oh my god! So that's how it is! No wonder!"

Please use these short sentences in a cycle, alternating between different intonations.

Hades noted down the new words Mortarian had just mentioned. He didn't want to accidentally let slip the words he knew as a transmigrator. It would be best to repeat only the words Mortarian had said in the following conversation.

When Hades returned, he went to look at some materials, pretending that he was learning some vocabulary about the Empire.

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Mortarian sat to the side, quietly waiting for Hades to process this information.

"By the way, because of the previous battle, your left brain and left eye..."

Mortarian pointed to the upper left side of his face.

Hmm? Right, it seems like Nacre held his head down with a scythe and sent him flying.

Hades instinctively reached out and touched the left side of his head.

A metallic texture, completely different from his skin, traveled down his fingertips.

Ugh.

Ugh? !

Hades' pupils trembled.

He wasn't even aware that something was wrong here?!

Seeing Hades' shock, Mortarion waved his hand and made a gesture.

Less than a minute later, the door to the room opened, and a servant carrying a mirror walked in.

Thick electrical wires protruded from the machine servant's skin, yet they appeared meticulously arranged; the dark wires were not tangled, but rather gave a sense of orderly beauty.

The servants' clothes, a moss green color, were tailored to fit quite well, with a large Death Guard insignia and a Roman numeral fourteen printed on the back.

The man had no scars on his face and was considered quite handsome. A serial number was imprinted on his cheek.

The servant, with a perfect smile on his face, held the mirror in both hands and quickly entered in an almost kneeling posture.

Although Hades was a transmigrator, he already knew that there were creatures like machine servants in the Warhammer universe.

However, when Hades saw the real servants, he still felt a little emotional.

*Give the time traveler a little shock with Warhammer.*

Mortarian noticed Hades's gaze as he looked at the servant. He took the mirror from the servant's hand and waved for the servant to leave.

"These are the servants; they gave them to me."

"I don't really like these things either; they're not human in the true sense of the word."

Mortarian handed the mirror to Hades.

He pushed back his chair and stood up.

"I'll wait for you outside, Hades."

"Take a break by yourself first, and I'll show you around the Endurance later."

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The door closed.

Hades did not move.

Although Hades was momentarily shocked by the servant, it was merely a slight emotional fluctuation. What concerned him more was...

When the servant entered, Hades instinctively tried to shrink his dark domain, only to find that it had already extended below his body surface!

Hades hadn't paid attention to his own condition because he had just woken up, was in a clearly safe environment, and was busy dealing with Mortarion's conversation.

When Hades was alone, he realized that his current situation was extremely strange.

Hades raised the mirror in his hand. In the mirror, the scar running across his left cheek, the prosthetic eye flashing red, and the metallic sheen of his left brain were particularly striking.

But Hades knew that his Dark Domain was a way to isolate himself from anything called "machinery".

Let's not worry about whether our brains are mechanical or not for now.

Hades closed his eyes and began to focus his mind on sensing the dark domain.

In the vast, black space, a small, pure black humanoid figure floats.

Hades attempted to shrink his dark domain.

Unlike before, even though Hades's dark domain has shrunk to a level it had never reached before, he can still easily manipulate it and even change its shape, continuing to compress it inward.

When the black area was finally compressed to the size of a basketball, Hades could no longer compress it further.

So he began to try to expand the black area.

Hades initially carefully controlled the range of the dark domain, fearing it might touch the mechanical half-brain. However, as the dark domain expanded, Hades was surprised to find that his dark domain couldn't even penetrate his skin!

how come? ? ?

Hades tried to forcibly expand his dark domain, but each time he only reached the skin layer and could not expand any further.

Hades thought for a moment and then began to try to get the Dark Domain to touch the mechanical half-brain.

As expected, the Black Domain seemed to be imprisoned, unable to touch the mechanical half-brain at all, and could only move around in the right half-brain area.

Hades remained silent.

If the Dark Domain can only be located under the skin, does that mean he can use mechanical tools?

The good news is that machines can be used now; the bad news is that the Blacklist can no longer be expanded as before.

But

Although Hades is a pragmatist, he has absolutely no clue about himself or the Dark Domain so far.

Hades had no idea why he had transmigrated, nor did he know what the Dark Domain was or why these changes had occurred.

All he knew was that since he had transmigrated, he had to find a way to survive.

I don't know what the Black Domain is, but as long as it's useful, that's fine.

Suddenly, Hades fell into deep self-doubt.

Could this be part of Tzeentch's scheme?

Wait a minute, something doesn't seem right here? I think I've forgotten something?

Hades shook his head, feeling like his brain wasn't working properly after a nap.

Damn, could this all really be a conspiracy by Tzeentch?!

Happy reading!

I ate KFC today, so happy.

Chapter 41 Death Guard

Endurance.

just now.

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In the somewhat empty Space Marine's private room, Hades sat on the edge of the bed, holding a mirror in one hand and a round incense burner in the other, lost in thought.

His goal had always been to survive in Barbarossa until he became a Space Marine. Although the process was not quite what he had imagined, the result was the same.

But after becoming a Space Marine, he had even more doubts.

Hades thought about it and realized that the key to determining his stance might only lie with the Emperor.

It is certain that after the battle of Barbaros, it was the Emperor who went to rescue Mortarion.

In other words, the Emperor must have seen Hades as well.

Hades couldn't believe that the Emperor hadn't noticed anything about his strange constitution.

But what exactly was the reason that he only treated Hades and then returned him to the Fourteenth Legion?

Moreover, Hades touched his left brain again, feeling its smooth, metallic texture.

Did the Emperor participate in his own treatment? If he did, were the changes in Hades' Black Domain orchestrated by the Emperor?

Or was it Hades' near-death experience that caused the change in his Darkness? Or was it because of his transformation into a Space Marine?

No, the more I think about it, the more something seems wrong, and these hypotheses are completely impossible to verify.

Hades had no way to ask the Emperor for answers; he had absolutely no way to get close to the Emperor.

Mortarian probably doesn't know any of this either. If he knew anything about Hades, he would have told him.

Moreover, Hades thought about it and realized that sometimes overthinking proved that he was being targeted by Tzeentch!

Hades had finally managed to snatch Mortarion from Nurgle, and he didn't want to be targeted by Tzeentch again.

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it all. In the end, I'll just take it one step at a time.

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Hades wanted to figure out how to use his new brain and left eye a little longer, but remembering that Mortarian was still waiting for him outside, Hades didn't want to linger too long, so he got up to go find Mortarian.

It wasn't until he stood up that Hades realized he had grown taller! He was now at least 2.6 meters tall!

Not only did he grow taller, Hades now felt full of power.

His taut muscles sent signals of exertion through him, his two hearts pounded powerfully, blood gushed rapidly through his veins, his lungs rose and fell steadily and slowly, and his mind was perfectly clear.

Hades had never had such complete control over his body as he did at this moment.

He felt like he really wanted to jump high or do a sprint or something. He was strong and powerful right now!

After suppressing the urge to punch the wall, Hades threw the mirror onto the bed, grabbed the incense burner, and went outside.

Gray-green and dark gray are the main colors of this corridor. The undecorated corridor is wide and long, with dark gray floors, dark green walls, and off-white accents at the edges where the walls and floors meet.

Apart from some necessary lighting, the corridor was as dark as a fog, much like the perpetually gloomy daytime at Barbarossa.

Doors identical to Hades's door lined this long, narrow corridor.

This must be the Space Marines' personal rest area, Hades thought.

The corridor was deserted except for Mortarian.

Mortarian was leaning against the corridor wall, lost in thought, unconsciously fiddling with a round incense burner.

Seeing Hades approaching, Mortarian snapped out of his reverie and prepared to take Hades on a tour of the Endurance.

Hades walked over and handed the incense burner back to Mortarion.

Although the air was still a bit pungent, Hades thought, he could bear it. He just didn't want to turn into a gas canister.

Mortarian looked at him.

"No need? I can give it to you."

"No, no, if this is the environment we'll be in for the future, we need to adapt as soon as possible."

Hades quickly refused, though he wanted to say something more to persuade Mortalian, but he managed to stop himself.

Respecting others' hobbies starts with each of us.

"Ok."

Mortarian casually took the incense burner and hung it back on the brass chain on his shoulder.

"Come on, let me show you the Endurance. This will be our second home from now on."

Hades shrugged. "That's true. Once you become a Space Marine, most people have completely severed ties with their past."