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

The Endurance Ship, a think tank library, hidden in a secluded corner.

at the same time.

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Fernando, the chief think tank member, stood there, seemingly lost in thought.

After Hugo's antics, the Primarch immediately ordered an investigation into Hugo and Karastifon's past actions and movements.

Without a doubt, their little secret was exposed to the public.

Fernando still remembers that day when he was summoned to the conference room to await the Primarch's final decision.

The Deathguard has a military court, but due to the special nature of this incident, Primarch Mortarion personally led the investigation and sentencing.

Fernando, representing the think tank, stood in the jury area.

The chilling aura emanating from the Primarch made the atmosphere in the entire room gloomy and oppressive.

Fernando swallowed almost imperceptibly.

The think tank's unauthorized instruction of Legion warriors in psionic abilities is a clear violation of relevant regulations. Even if Mortarion were to sentence them to death, it would not be considered an inappropriate punishment.

Based on the Primarch's previous attitude toward the think tank and psionics, Fernando did not believe that Carrastiphon and Hugo could escape this trial.

However.

The Primarch, however, spared them.

This absolutely cannot be a normal verdict!

The think tank hadn't made any moves before, and Company Commander Balasin didn't have much reason to protect them.

There's only one possibility. That recruit named Karastifon secretly went to see the Primarch!

Ultimately, Hugo was demoted to the lowest rank in the think tank and was never allowed to be promoted to a higher military rank, while Karastifon was barred from joining the think tank.

And the already neglected think tanks will be downgraded another level in the Deathguard.

This incident has had a significant impact on the Terran management.

The Primarch's forgiveness of the Barbarosians was far more excessive than they imagined.

This also led them to readjust some of their plans.

Ugh.

Although Fernando was also worried about the future of the Legion, since the Primarch's return, as a think tank member, he no longer had any concept of the future.

It does not matter.

Fernando knew that the Primarch's attitude toward psionic energy was correct.

Once he had scouted the entire library and found it empty, Fernando stood in a corner, muttering to himself.

In front of him, a bookshelf slowly opened as the incantation was uttered—

Inside the sealed room, white psionic light and ominous green light were flashing intensely.

Fernando slipped into the secret room. Behind him, the bookshelves slowly returned to their original positions. After a soft thud, the library returned to its original state, as if no one had ever been there.

Mars transport ship, the sage's private lounge.

I don’t know when.

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[The fluctuations we received earlier in the Storm Starfield were correctly located; it's right here, sir.]

The binary code spread rapidly through the air and was then received by the sage on the other side.

Within milliseconds, the statement, containing numerous location coordinates, data, and a vast amount of scientific terminology, was deciphered by the other party.

On the face covered in metal, a small light protruding from the side flickered.

[This is good news; the Martians will approve of our discovery.]

[Praise be to Om Messiah.]

[Praise be to Om Messiah.]

Happy reading! (σ′▽‵)′▽‵)σ

Chapter 65 Reading, Getting Beaten

Perseverance, corridor.

just now.

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Hades, who had just finished a day of training, was walking silently down the gray-green corridor, his heavy footsteps echoing in the narrow space.

Normally, he would be pushed and shoved by several veterans as they walked back to their individual rest area, but today, Hades deliberately chose to end his training early.

Hades wanted to calm down and reflect on the information he had recently observed.

Therefore, he made an excuse to go to the third archives room and left early.

First of all, Hades can be certain that he has been "chosen".

Even though the person who made the decision didn't show up, Hades realized something from the increasing number of veterans who had gathered around him over the past few months.

While some veterans simply wanted to beat him up, others looked at Hades with an extremely complex gaze.

After Hades takes them down and exchanges a few pleasantries, they will show a relieved expression.

But when Hades deliberately asked them a roundabout question, he gave them an expression that said, "I don't know anything."

Hades was left to feign kindness and ignorance, laughing it off.

Hades was speechless.

These veterans really don't know how to pretend.

Compared to those seasoned, shrewd managers who never show their emotions, these veterans who fight every day are relatively simple-minded.

Most of these veterans, who were making pointed remarks, were quite amiable, and Hades silently categorized them as moderates or neutrals.

Those who rushed up to attack him without saying a word were most likely radicals.

Hades touched his nose; they were the ones who beat people the most.

After spending these past few months with the veterans, Hades has gained a basic understanding of their factions and ideas.

Most of them are still neutral, meaning they will offer their loyalty as long as Mortarion is capable enough and leads them to fight for the Empire.

Some were moderates; some were neutrals who became moderates after deeming Mortalian worthy, while others were won over by the Primarch's innate bond with his offspring.

The smallest group is the radicals, who are prepared to sacrifice themselves in the next battle.

It is obvious that someone deliberately arranged for him to come into contact with these Terran veterans.

Some people deliberately arranged for Vox to come into contact with other Barbarosians from other companies.

Hades initially thought this was at the behest of Gara, but after learning some of the history of the Seventh Company, Hades realized that Gara wouldn't be so blatant.

There is someone else behind Galo.

But this is the area that Hades cannot currently access.

That person's purpose was probably quite simple; Hades knew what he was thinking.

He is investing.

Hades couldn't help but frown again. If that was the case, he would have to go see Mortarian again.

But lately he's been so focused on training that he hasn't paid much attention to Mortarian.

Another thing that troubled Hades was that this part of the information had been completely blocked since the think tank's incident in the Duel Cage.

Not a single word could leak out.

Hades's usual behavior was completely different from that of the think tank and the First Company where Karastifon was located, so he had no way to gather information.

No, he has to go see Mortarian.

But not now.

Hades knew that the person who had chosen him was also observing Hades' every word and action.

He has to follow the daily routine arranged by the other party for a while first.

If Hades meets his criteria after some time, he will probably take the initiative to approach Hades.

With the enemy in the shadows and him in the open, Hades did not want to alert Mortarion by rashly going to him.

He is waiting.

Hades had a feeling that if the other side took the bait, he could save some of the Terrans.

After weighing the pros and cons, Hades chose to wait.

It's still the Great Crusade; we haven't found all twenty-one Primarchs yet, and Chaos's corruption of the Legion hasn't really begun.

Moreover, given Mortarion's extreme aversion to psionic powers and his high level of vigilance, Hades thought he shouldn't fall into a trap so quickly, right?

Mortarian, I believe in you, don't be reckless!

However, half of the legion's control is still with Balasin, the commander of the First Company. Hades believes that even if Mortarian is sometimes erratic, Balasin is definitely a rational person.

Furthermore, regarding think tanks in this area, Hades is currently at a loss as to where to begin.

He can't exactly run up to a think tank and shout, "I'll help you!"

Hades had previously beaten up their think tank, so the other side must have thought he was there to cause trouble.

Does this mean we really have to kill to protect the future and abolish think tanks?

A profound sense of powerlessness and exhaustion enveloped Hades's heart.

It seems he'll have to go and discuss this with Mortarion too.

However, a ticking sound interrupted Hades' thoughts.

In the empty corridor, a mechanical sage slowly walked over from the opposite side.

A scarlet robe draped over his hunched, seemingly broken body, and mechanical feet made of cables emerged from beneath the robe. The mechanical sage constantly shifted his steps, moving slowly through the corridor.

Ok?

Are they mechanical sages from a Mars transport ship?

Still alone?

This road does lead to the foundry hall, but the path is quite complicated and winding.

Did they get lost? A mechanical sage can get lost???

They were getting closer and closer—

Hades maintained his pace and quickly brushed past the sage.

The ticking sound gradually faded away.

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

Hades continued on his way; he should hurry and return the books to the third archives.

He held a copy of the Ursh Chronicle in his hand, which Hades had borrowed a few months ago and hadn't returned.

It's not his fault; he's been getting beaten up every day lately, so his reading speed has naturally slowed down.

The Ursh Chronicle records the history of the Terra Caucasus region, the rise of warlords, the establishment of the local council, wars, power struggles, and—

witchcraft.

This book records numerous cases of psychics using witchcraft.

Those howling native shamans, those blood-soaked priests, those shamans whose bodies were split open and ominous things crawled out of their brains.

This book describes these evil and blasphemous witchcrafts with rather detailed and exaggerated strokes.

Hades still remembers the first time he saw the descriptions of witchcraft in the book; he stared at the pages in disbelief.

Isn't this chaos?!