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

He loves mankind.

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——Galgame route——

There is no such line unless you are Slaanesh.

Why bother writing web novels? Writing this kind of mindless romance is no better than writing a novel!

This world needs more bitterness!

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Chapter 75 Daemon

The command room of the Escape Ship, a wrecked vessel.

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This is a strange place.

The room was covered with thick, dense spore corpses. These once vibrant plants were now dead. These small, white-yellow dots rose and fell into the air as Fernando moved.

The control panel was covered with vines, the thick tendrils obscuring the buttons and levers. Not far away, a human skeleton sat half-sitting there, also entangled in vines.

Even with a helmet on, Fernando could still smell a strong, putrid stench.

But these things in front of us were already dead; they were shriveled and yellowed, and did not show any signs of decay.

In other words, the odor comes from something else.

"Increase focus and activate low-level shield."

Fernando whispered into the helmet's communication channel, and then Jose behind him activated a psionic shield, a dim white light enveloping them both.

This was a wrecked ship discovered by a nearby Mechanicus exploration vessel. After realizing that the ship's psionic fluctuations were excessive, the cunning sage promptly requested reinforcements from the think tank of a nearby legion.

The Twilight Raiders were right around there.

So, here they are now.

The results of the exploration will be shared with the legion. The mechanical sage led the Guardians to the engine room and forced Fernando to send several think tanks with them.

According to the mechanical sage, when he discovered the ship, it was traveling at a speed that was "unlikely to be achieved in the physical world."

He then whispered and quickly begged Fernando for a long time to demonstrate the importance of the engine room and how much effort he had put into stopping the ship, but as a think tank member, Fernando didn't care about any of that.

The legion gives them tasks, and they carry them out; that's how it is.

More than anything else, Fernando was curious about why the psionic fluctuations on the ship were so strong.

Fluctuations in the subspace cannot directly affect the physical universe; certain conditions must be met to weaken the barrier between the subspace and the physical world.

This condition is that things in the physical world actively weaken this barrier.

Generally speaking, the use of psionic energy falls into this process; it forcibly summons the power of the warp to penetrate the barrier, causing the barrier to gradually weaken.

This phenomenon can be caused by psychics or through large-scale rituals that use emotions to cause significant fluctuations in a person's soul.

In addition, there are alien technologies, or things that naturally formed in the close connection between the subspace and the physical universe.

Fernando was more inclined to believe that the ship used alien technology, but the obviously abnormal scene in the command room told him that his judgment was inaccurate.

Either they are psychics, or this ship has been used for human sacrifice.

Fernando sensed the energy, picked up his explosive gun, and headed towards the area with the densest psionic fluctuations.

This is a corner of the command room, covered by a dense mass of dead spores.

Jose behind him silently increased the strength of the psionic shield.

Fernando took a deep breath and used his psionic energy to push aside the spores.

A hidden door appeared before them, engraved with a symbol—

Abstract hands are holding up a star, while a vine wraps around the base of the hands from below.

Very well, then it's highly likely that a human sacrifice was performed.

Sensing that the psionic fluctuations from the other side of the door were at a level he could handle, Fernando drew his longsword.

Arcs of psionic fire danced on the sword, and Fernando, without hesitation, used his blade to pierce the hidden door.

A strong, putrid stench instantly assaulted my senses—

In the small, dark room, the yellowish-green soup had piled up to the Space Marine's knees, with an unknown white-yellow grease floating inside. At the very bottom of the liquid, there was a layer of soft, excrement-green mud.

In the center of the room, on an altar made of human flesh and fat, "stood" a writhing mass of flesh.

With each wriggle, an even more pungent stench permeates the entire space once more.

The moment he entered the room, Fernando immediately activated the highest level of psionic shield and raised his incendiary gun, aiming it at the "creature".

He knew that firing directly without fully understanding the purpose of the altar could disrupt the balance and release the accumulated spiritual energy within.

The psionic energy fluctuations inside the room were three or four levels higher than what he had sensed earlier!

At the same time, the highest-level support and retreat orders were faithfully transmitted to the think tank unit in the engine room via the communication channel.

José, standing behind Fernando, stared in astonishment at the pile of flesh and blood.

Is this a human being, or a shaman being worshipped?

However, upon seeing the two of them, the writhing of flesh accelerated, and something resembling an eye squeezed in the direction facing them.

"Hello."

It muttered.

Fernando's hair stood on end instantly; he was certain he had never encountered such a bizarre scene before.

He wanted to retreat with José immediately, but his body seemed to be out of his control, enveloped in a stench. Fernando could only stand there blankly, staring at the strange thing.

"It's nice to meet you all. The weather is lovely today."

A vertical crack appeared in the pile of flesh and blood, opening and closing, and its words became clearer.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you can't see the Great Garden yet, and it's impossible for you to feel the weather is nice right now."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to provoke you."

As it opened, yellowish-green broth, along with rotten bits of meat, flowed out of its "mouth".

“I am the Corruptor, sent here by the great and merciful Father to spread His mercy and destroy those who disturb His dreams.”

"So I'm so glad to have met you all. Meeting you all proves that my plan was right."

It muttered softly again.

Some flesh began to peel off its body, falling into the soup below the altar, splashing up some sticky little spots.

"Oh, sorry, I've been waiting a while. This altar is about to collapse."

"No, no, I'm not blaming those who built the altar for me. They were all good people, but unfortunately, the Father couldn't take them all with him."

Flesh and blood peeled off, revealing the decayed, grayish-white core inside.

Its voice began to change pitch, becoming high-pitched and thin—

"In short, it is like this: I am happy to bring you a loving father, but for now I can only bless one of you."

"Don't worry, the loving Father loves you all, and you all have a place in His garden."

The pile of flesh and blood collapsed rapidly, and the liquefied broth slowly flowed down, stirring up a pool of putrid water.

"But except for him."

The altar collapsed, and all was silent.

"what!!!"

Jose's scream broke the silence. Fernando slowly turned his head and saw his comrade-in-arms, from which putrid water was constantly gushing out of the gaps in the power armor.

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Chapter 76 The Imprisoned Corpse

Perseverance, Think Tank Library.

just now.

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"So, that's it."

Fernando looked at Hades and recounted the story of the past.

Hades fell silent.

In his memory, the Four Gods only began to intensify their erosion of the physical universe after the Perfect City incident.

But it was clear that Fernando and his party had encountered the Great Unclean One, Negule.

This was even earlier than the Twilight Raiders encountered their Primarch!

And what that unclean person said...

Encountering Fernando and his group proves that their plan was correct, meaning...

Could they be bait?!

A seed of corruption planted within the Legion, a fuse that led the entire Legion to its downfall.

However, the last thing that demon said...

"except him."

Who is "he" who cannot accept Nurgle's curse?

It couldn't be Mortarion, could it be...?

Although Hades did not consider himself arrogant, at this moment, it seemed there was only one answer—

That is, Hades himself!

A filthy, unclean being, had already begun plotting against Hades before Hades even joined the Death Guard?!

Hades felt a chill. Could it be that because he tried to change Mortalion's future fate of betraying and becoming a demon, Nurgle had sent a Great Unclean One to destroy him?

Is he really that important? Or is he overinterpreting things?

However, Hades can't think of a better explanation at the moment.

No, he can have ways to verify it.

Hades looked at Fernando again.

"Did your comrades-in-arms ultimately sacrifice their lives?"

Fernando shuddered and fell silent again. After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"I failed to kill him."

But José may already be dead.

"Therefore, I hope to ask you for help."

Out of personal reasons, Fernando concealed the results of the divination for the time being.

Hades' current position is the reversed Titan, meaning his plans have been thwarted.

But Fernando's talisman is the Titan upright, which means that he can win as long as he takes the initiative.

He was at his wit's end and had no other choice but to resort to this drastic measure.

Hades, holding a war scythe and wearing an enhanced MK3 power armor with a breathing system and an explosive gun at his waist, stood behind the fully armed Fernando.

Just now, Fernando briefly explained the current situation, and Hades immediately decided to go back and get his sickle.

At the same time, he instructed Fernando to notify Barasin to seal off a ship area centered around the think tank library and secretly evacuate all staff, servants, or rather, all living beings there.