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

Hades secretly thought, "I want to grow to 2.1 meters tall, and then have an Astartes operation to reach a height of 3 meters."

To be honest, Mortarion was among the top three tallest Primarchs. Even though Hades was three meters tall, Mortarion still considered him a dwarf.

Is this the cruel reality of Warhammer?

Hades awkwardly suppressed the urge to clap, and rubbed his hands together sheepishly.

"I'll go now, I'm going to get something to eat. You keep on guard."

On his way back, he saw a fresh horse carcass lying in the field, presumably escaped by the Pale Laugher after attacking the stables.

It looked like it had just died. After sitting for a night, I simply chopped it up and it was still edible!

Trigger the passive skill of farming and cooking!

Hades thought to himself, "If I go too late, it'll be gone." After a brief farewell to Mortarion, he grabbed his dagger and ran off.

Mortarian stood there, staring blankly at Hades's retreating figure.

What does "thank you" mean?

Also, why are you so concerned about eating?

He was hooked that very night.

Hades watched the two men devouring horse meat skewers by the fire and thought, "This is nothing! If we had more seasonings, I could finally unleash my ultimate culinary skills!"

From the moment he started skewering the food and lighting the fire, Typhon circled around him. After Typhon answered "Really, am I going to eat this?" at least a dozen times, the man finally stopped circling and plopped down next to Hades, staring intently at the skewers he was grilling.

Uh, it's a bit like the golden retriever Hades used to have. Every time Hades cooked, it would wag its tail wildly and circle around him.

Motalian, standing at the door, had been itching to get out of the woods after smelling the aroma of roasted meat, but he remained steadfast and didn't move. He was a warrior, a weapon, and had to be ready at all times.

Then Hades

"It's just past dusk. If the lords want to attack, they usually do so in the early morning. Why don't we eat something now to conserve our strength?"

They persuaded them to go back.

"The right choice," Mortarian thought to himself as he took another string of them.

He had never known that eating was such an interesting thing. In the past, he had mostly eaten the corpses of the enemies he had killed. Sometimes, his foster father would throw him some hard and moldy bread.

However, after tasting the crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fragrant grilled skewers, Mortarian finally understood why Hades was so concerned about "eating".

We need to find a way to get Hades to cook more often in the future.

After eating the fifty-second, incredibly delicious skewer, Mortarian became even more certain of his decision.

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As for Hades?

Looking at Mortarian across from him, his eyes gleaming as he silently devoured his food, he couldn't help but sigh.

Brother, eat less. You've already eaten most of a horse's body.

Can Primarchs really get enough to eat?

For a long time afterward, Hades remained puzzled about the answer to this question.

But now... of course it is...

Hurry and grab them! They'll all be gone if you don't grab them now!

As Hades finished eating, his eyes gleamed as he stared intently at Mortarian.

“Motalian, lead us in a rebellion! I feel you can make it happen.”

Compared to the later Primarchs who began to be deified, the early Primarchs were mostly depicted in a more human way.

Actually, apart from the male lead, all the other characters are quite serious, really.

If you're just a passerby in Chapter 8, don't make any promises.

Barbarossa, Mount Morawa, summit.

It has been seven years since they escaped.

In the past seven years, the small village of Heller Pass, which was close to the lords' territory, had long been captured, while the rebels, led by Mortarion, moved to a new stronghold on the northern plains.

The resistance known as the Death Guard is steadily growing stronger. Initially, they were just organizing forces to resist nighttime attacks, but as time went on, more and more villagers joined them, and they quickly expanded this new stronghold into the largest human territory to date.

In addition to the passive defense organized at night, the rebels also began to try to launch proactive attacks during the dark days to annihilate wild beasts and minor lords near human-occupied territories.

Now, the Death Guard, with its large number of elite warriors, has even launched an attack on the lords.

Hades stood on a secluded mountain path, holding a scythe. Beside him stood a fully armed girl holding a musket.

The girl was completely covered up to shield herself from the poisonous fog above Barbarus, but her curvaceous figure and long, flowing black hair made it clear that she was female.

A few strands of black hair fell down beside the gas mask. The girl occasionally raised her gun and fired. With each gunshot, the brains of the puppets fleeing down the path in the distance splattered everywhere.

Hades remained silent. He advanced with his sword flashing, and the puppets that had been shot but were still staggering as they ran finally fell.

"The battle up there should be over soon."

Hades shrugged. Fewer and fewer puppets were running down, which proved that the battle between the rebels and Lord Drais was nearing its end.

"Another tyrant will have to be held accountable for his previous atrocities."

Hades turned around, and even though she was wearing a gas mask, he could see that the girl was smiling, smiling for another victory that was about to come.

Hades was stunned for a moment.

The black-haired girl is named Herrera, and she is Hades' partner in battle.

Long ago, before they moved their base, during a village defense battle, Hades beheaded the pustule hound that had eaten her father with a scythe, saving her sister.

After that, she was the only one willing to team up with Hades to fight.

Only her.

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Others were always unwilling to act with Hades, and some even harbored inexplicable hatred towards him.

Hades had no idea why.

It's not that his combat skills are terrible and he's holding others back; his scythe skills are superb. Except for being unable to defeat Mortarion, Hades is fully confident that he can claim to be the strongest scythe wielder.

His inability to use guns and other slightly technologically advanced weapons may have contributed to his reduced combat effectiveness.

For some reason, these weapons started malfunctioning as soon as they got into Hades' hands.

After Hades broke the seventh good gun that Mortarion had given him, Mortarion, with a dark expression, gave him a decent scythe.

"You should try close combat."

(Displeasure caused by untouchable beings)

But he's perfectly fine in close combat, so why don't people want to team up with him?

Not only that, the others in the stronghold were always reluctant to see Hades, even though they fully welcomed and loved Mortarion.

Although Typhon wasn't very popular because he was the offspring of an alien and a human, Hades was much worse off than him!

To avoid this inexplicable unwelcome treatment, Hades had no choice but to live in a small house in the most remote part of the stronghold. Apart from Mortalian and Herrera, no one usually came to see him.

Even Typhon isn't contacting him anymore! They were the three of them who led the resistance back then!

"Sorry, Hades, I just... I just can't stand the sight of you."

Was I too talkative and offended someone? Or was he just not likable to begin with?

Hades admitted that he was slightly troubled by the matter for a moment, but then he was immediately relieved.

Although sometimes he would dream of fighting the rebellion alongside Motarian, becoming a high-ranking general and leading people.

But to be honest, Hades was not the kind of person who was obsessed with worldly power and the adoration of the masses.

He's a total homebody who likes to be alone and do his hobbies without any restrictions.

So this is fine, no one bothers him, and since everyone dislikes him, Mortalian can't assign him any management work. So he just does his research on his own, such as continuing his research on gas masks and drawing mechanical sketches on paper—although he always gets into trouble when he touches machinery, the machinery he designs is very reliable.

During battles, they would simply find a secluded spot, grab a scythe, and, along with Herrera, gather up the remnants of the defeated forces.

There were no intense battles, just leisurely slacking off.

The battle is almost over, and I can still chat with the girls occasionally.

In response, Hades stated—

So cool.

With no more monsters running down, Hades walked back to Herrera's side, slammed his scythe into the ground, and started nagging while leaning against his waist.

"This match was pretty quick too. I thought Lazar would have a tough time."

"According to previous intelligence, this guy was supposed to be very skilled in witchcraft."

Those skilled in witchcraft are difficult to defeat. None of them know witchcraft, and Typhon has never publicly revealed his identity as a psionicist, so the rebels can only rely on physical damage to overwhelm them.

However, with characters like Mortarion who can deal massive real damage with a single scythe strike, the battle becomes much simpler.

It must be said that without Mortarion, ordinary humans would have a hard time matching these psionic lords.

Even now, their fighting style is still that Mortarion fights the enemy elite monsters, while the mortal resistance fighters fight the minions, and incidentally support Mortarion by shooting arrows at the enemy and providing fire support.

Mortarian single-handedly changed the course of the battlefield.

It really is the original.

"Victory ultimately belongs to humanity; we can win."

Seeing Hades relax, Herrera also lowered the gun she had been holding and smiled at him.

"My sister helped us when we received supplies last time, and she got us extra cheese. I baked some cheese tarts; do you want to come to my house later and I'll share some with you?"

To be honest, Herrera's cooking skills are really just average; her dishes can only be categorized as "non-toxic."

Why don't you give me the cheese and I'll make it for you? Stop wasting ingredients.

Hades was on the verge of tears, but he dared not say it aloud. Herrera was one of the few good friends he had at the moment, and he didn't want to ruin their relationship.

So each time, he would eat large amounts of "non-toxic" food with tears in his eyes.

Feeling the intense gaze of the other party, Hades silently swallowed his complaints.

"Okay, I like everything you make. The mushroom soup you made last time was pretty good too."

What do you mean, "good"?! There's a layer of unidentified purple liquid floating on top of that thing!

"Okay, my sister has left a lot of cheese tarts, I'll pack them all up for you."

“You always seem to enjoy your meals, so I’m happy to cook for you too.”

Herrera lowered her head shyly and gently drew circles on the gun handle with her finger.

"Once Lord Mortarion overthrows the rule of all the tyrants and once resources are no longer distributed according to need, I'll open a restaurant."

"I'm a chef, Hades. Do you want to come and help me out?"

Hades was oblivious to the implied meaning; his sarcastic remarks were in full swing.

Girl, with your cooking skills, shouldn't I be the head chef?

And please, don't set such a flag that looks like it might be sent out at any moment!

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As if in response to Herrera's flag, the temperature around them suddenly plummeted, the puddles on the muddy ground began to freeze, and a layer of frost quickly covered the entire ground.

Not far above them on the path, space began to warp, and a claw stained with blood and broken bones emerged from within.

In an instant, a monster, covered in wounds and about the size of a small car, appeared before them. Its basketball-sized eyes were fixed on Hades and Herrera, and a stench emanated from its gaping maw.

Damn it, it's psionic teleportation!!!

Hades could feel Herrera's body freeze instantly beside him.

"Herrera".

Hades said in a low voice.

"I'll hold it off for a bit. You run uphill quickly and go find Mortalian to report that Lazar has escaped to this road."