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

"The aliens will be coming down soon! If we don't run now, it'll be too late!!!"

The eerie atmosphere of "contemplating the meaning of life" and "whether we should even live" vanished, and the two of them stared at Hades in surprise, wide-eyed at each other.

Hades waved to them.

At the same time, horns sounded from the mountaintop, signaling the High Lords' attack.

Typhon said something anxiously to Mortalian, but Mortalian remained standing there motionless.

Hades knew what Mortarion was thinking. In his life of imprisonment, he had only ever had the option of "killing his adoptive father or dying," but the sudden appearance of Typhon and Hades gave him the option of "escape."

It's like someone who's been playing a game since birth, a game where you can only choose between A and B, but suddenly one day someone comes up to you and tells you that you can actually unplug the power and choose not to play.

You can choose not to play.

Mortalian had never encountered such a choice before; the idea was beyond his naive mind, and it overheated his CPU.

Damn it, you two, stop staring blankly.

Hades could see the puppet soldiers starting to run down the mountaintop.

"Hurry up! You two!!! There's no need to throw your lives here!!! As long as we're alive, we can always fight again!!! If we run away today, we'll be heroes again in a few years!!"

He saw Typhon half-dragging Mortarian and starting to run toward him. At first, they were just stumbling and taking small steps, but then they started running wildly.

Hades got in the car and started the engine.

"boarding!"

Mortarian jumped into the truck bed and pulled Typhon inside as well.

The moment they got into the car, the engine roared, and Hades immediately entered the mode of the King of Akina, flooring the accelerator.

At that moment, Mortarian's adoptive father's roar, amplified by psychic energy, reached us.

"Face me, child, or we'll sever all ties!" The ghoul's hollow scream seemed to echo from all directions of the narrow mountain pass. "Did you hear me, you brat? If you dare run away, I'll make sure you die a horrible death! Abandoning me is abandoning your life!"

"I was no different from a dead person anyway!"

"Motalian shouted. He crouched in the car, raised his pistol, and began to aim."

"Until today!"

The bullet, fueled by his burning rage, roared toward the group of vehicles. A bright yellow fireball exploded instantly, howling and devouring everything in its path over the spilled fuel!

Those low, gray vehicles, the ugly stitched-together golems, the fortress where he once lived... all the past was swallowed by the raging flames, reflecting red in Mortalian's eyes.

Mortarian cursed and fired wildly at the fortress; Hades even felt he was trying to shoot the air inside.

Then Mortalian stood up on the speeding truck, threw the pistol hard towards the fire, and the pistol drew a perfect arc in the air—

Then he took everything off his belt, muttered curses under his breath, and threw it all away.

Finally, Mortarian shouted in the direction he had gone.

"Fuck you!!!"

Haha, that's the original form of rebellion.

Although he felt sorry for the gun that was thrown away, he had to admit that this rebellious act looked pretty cool.

Hades thought to himself, now that he had escaped the crisis and was beginning to relax.

He whistled and burst out laughing.

"cool!"

Each of the three harbored their own thoughts and carried their own destiny as they headed towards their respective stages.

These chapters both draw heavily on the text "The Buried Dagger".

I sincerely apologize for this. I really can't think of a better way to put it, and quoting the official statement only gives it a sense of "preordained fate."

If this article infringes on copyright or is offensive, I will modify or delete it.

On a side note, in the official version, Mortalian and Typhon have a strong sense of déjà vu, like a little girl whose tragic early life was abducted by a shrewd young man.

Mortarion trusted Typhon so much that he even believed the voice he heard talking to himself was Typhon's voice.

Mortarian is completely won over.

Chapter 5: I need someone to rely on; I don't want to work hard anymore!

Heller Pass, Hades' home.

The second night after I escaped back.

Hades sat speechlessly on the ground, his left arm carefully bandaged. He held a small stick and stared blankly at the roasting horse meat on the fire in the center of the room.

Don't ask him why he can light a fire in the middle of the house. Just look at this mud house where half of the earthen wall at the entrance has collapsed, turning it into a semi-open-air mansion!

After Hades escaped the pursuit of the Pale Laughers, the eerie creatures, enraged, smashed down half a wall of his house.

The good news is that the roof on the other side of the kang (heated brick bed) hasn't collapsed, so it's still usable.

At this moment, Carrastiphon was sitting on the other side of the fire, his eyes shining as he stared at the roasted horse meat.

Meanwhile, Mortarian stood at the doorway like a sentry, a wood-chopping knife in his hand.

This man believed his adoptive father would come after them and kill them all, so Mortarian had been standing guard at the door ever since they returned.

Hades tried to persuade him, but it was no use; Old Mo has been stubborn since he was a child.

The villagers, who had just endured the attack by the Pale Laughers, became even more frightened when they saw Mortarian guarding the gate.

(However, his concerns were indeed valid; if Hades hadn't read the script, he would be just as wary as Mortarian.)

He glanced speechlessly at Mortarian, who was standing guard at the door, then continued to stare blankly.

As a hybrid of Xenomorph and human, Karastifon was not well-liked by the villagers and often wandered around the vicinity of various villages in search of food.

Motalian, on the other hand, was an ignorant young man who had just been abducted.

To put it bluntly, these two guys have nowhere to go right now.

Out of personal motives, Hades took them to his home.

He poked the meat with a stick, and when it looked about right, he flipped it over and continued grilling.

They were speeding along in the truck when, near the valley, Hades managed to wreck it, and the truck rolled away.

If Mortarian hadn't been holding him back, Typhon would have jumped out of the carriage.

Thank you, Mortarian.

"Damn it! You're trying to murder me!"

Typhon cursed and swore, his heart pounding with fear, and his legs trembling as he climbed out of the car after it came to a complete stop.

(Only much later would Hades belatedly realize that this was the work of the Untouchables.)

After that, they walked back to the village, encountering some low-level monsters along the way. They got up, but Mortarion killed them instantly.

So cool.

Hades thought silently.

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Upon returning to the village, the villagers' cries deeply affected the three. After the attack by the Pale Laughing Ones, the slave-catching team came back and ransacked the area again—although they didn't capture many people.

The villagers wept as they bid farewell to the dead, while those who escaped wept as they reunited.

Mortarian and his group, as the primary contributors to their escape, should have been welcomed and loved by the villagers.

But all they received was fear and rejection.

The villagers huddled together and whispered among themselves, fearing that the Mountain Lord would come down to seek revenge. Some even suggested killing Mortarion and Typhon and sending them back to the Mountain Lord.

Hades silently rolled his eyes in his mind. Although there was nothing wrong with the villagers' thinking, they were playing the double standard to the extreme, only mentioning killing Mortarion and Typhon, without mentioning at all that they had sent away their relatives who had just escaped back.

After all, we all escaped, so why only send gifts to people we don't know well?

Besides, Mortalian, you're a Primarch, people are afraid of you, which makes you seem pathetic...

Hades thought about it silently for a while, and he decided to attribute this to this world that judges people by their appearance.

Logically speaking, there are no ugly Primarchs, but in reality, the twenty-one Primarchs have different levels of affinity with people. Some Primarchs, such as Saint Gilles and Fugen, have extremely high charm. A single smile can make a stranger take in their infancy and raise them.

As for Mortarion, well... this is a case of charm being maxed out in the opposite direction. Actually, if you look closely, Mortarion is also a Primarch who looks like a marble sculpture and is quite handsome, but unfortunately, his aura is too frightening. He is tall and thin, like a stick, with a pale face, deep-set eyes, and a hoarse voice. At first glance, most people would think he is from Final Destination.

The first reaction of people who see Mortalian is to hide, rather than to swoon over him like they would when they see Saint Gilles or Fugen.

So, in this matter, the villagers were quite in sync and decided to vote out Mortarian, who looked like a monstrous Grim Reaper.

Even if he's a hunter who's unleashed his full power, not a werewolf.

Sigh, this world judges by appearances.

However, some villagers were grateful, and the families of the villagers who escaped back brought them some straw and food.

On their first night back in the village, Hades simply made a bed out of straw and then cooked some porridge with the grain that had been delivered.

After their desperate escape, all three of them were exhausted. Hades only managed a few mouthfuls of porridge before becoming extremely sleepy. Although the wound on his left arm had begun to fester, he simply bandaged it hastily and then lay down on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

With those two old men keeping watch at night, he didn't have to worry about the enemy at all.

That night was one of the few times Hades fell into a deep sleep without any warning.

In his dream, he was still painting over stinky canned chess pieces, cursing the online retailers for raising prices again.

When he woke up, he found that his left arm had been carefully re-bandaged, and Typhon was lying next to him, sleeping like a log.

He silently wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. He certainly wasn't this embarrassing when he was asleep... definitely not...

I tried to stretch but failed because my whole body ached. I almost got a cramp halfway through, so I stopped.

He strolled leisurely to the doorway and saw Mortarian standing there like a tall, thin stick, gazing at the distant mountains.

He remained motionless until he noticed Hades approaching, then slowly blinked and glanced at Hades without leaving a trace.

But apart from his eyes, Mortarian remained frozen in place like a sculpture.

Hades muttered to himself, this guy was currently the ceiling he could reach, and aside from the Emperor and the Warp, Hades might not even be able to come into contact with beings higher than Mortarion.

I absolutely have to beg for help!!! Boss, please take me with you!!!

Imagine you suddenly travel back in time and find yourself standing in front of a thug who needs your help with a small favor. If you recognize him as Liu Bang before he rose to power, and unless you have a deep-seated grudge, you would definitely do anything to help him, even if it means selling your possessions.

If he becomes emperor in the future and remembers that you once helped him, he might show mercy and sprinkle some water on him. Wouldn't you also rise to prominence and become a small feudal landlord, living a carefree life? Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Although some people say that this is too spineless, and that a real man should take the script and make his own way in the world!

But Hades wanted to ask, "Brother, everyone dreams of becoming the world's richest man. Let's be realistic and get a civil service job first, okay?"

We really don't have the skills, so why should we take on a job we're not qualified for?

Going it alone is tiring and dangerous; you can easily get crushed if you're not careful. It's much better to follow behind a pro, cheer them on, pick up scraps, and live your own little life. Isn't that wonderful?

Moreover, he is currently in the world of Warhammer, where the fate of humanity is quite tragic.

In the classic tale of the overlord, even emperors have to kneel before him. What's the point of a mere transmigrator like him getting involved?

What ability does he have to shamelessly claim that he can save the world?

Victory is not getting crushed by this world!

Moreover, he didn't want to shout "Long live the Emperor" and then become firewood for humanity. Humanity wouldn't make a difference with or without him. In the original story, the human empire's sustainability had been doomed for ten thousand years, yet it's still clinging to life as one of the largest powers in the galaxy.

Besides, he was a scoundrel to begin with. Does he suddenly turn over a new leaf after moving to a different world?

In his original world, he finally managed to become a high-level employee, saving up for a small house, buying some figurines, and living a peaceful life.

Just when he was resigned to letting his life pass by like this—

He came into this world inexplicably.

Ughh ...

Forget about Warhammer, but what about Terra, Mars, Macragge, Chogoris... wouldn't any of those be stronger than Barbarossa?!

At worst, he could just stop being human and become a happy green-skinned man!

His starting point was only slightly better than that of someone at the bottom of the Nest City...

And... why did he have to run into Mortarion?! This guy has a really rich inner monologue; he's a notorious troll and arrogance in 40k, and his twisted personality makes him impossible to communicate with.