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

That is, on the Deathguard's Endurance, Hades, who is still in training, will face the power of Nurgle directly.

This will cause Hades' own mindset and strategies to change.

Now, we have reached the anchor point.

With just a little bait, Hades will descend upon that planet, upon the gift that the Corruptor has carefully prepared for him.

Since things have come to this point, and the despicable outsider is unwilling to share its joy, it will naturally show him its folly.

The power that had been hidden within the Blessed One was about to disappear. In order not to disturb other destinies, the Corruptor simply kept the Blessed One in its stagnant state, waiting for the appearance of its prey.

Now that the goal has been achieved, there's no need to fool them anymore.

No longer attempting to heal their wounds, the Plague Warriors swelled up, their shattered corpses suddenly began to expand, and their power armor, now brittle and worn, fell off one after another.

Hades seemed to realize something, immediately stopped attacking, and grabbed a large shield from the wall covered with weapons.

He immediately stepped in front of Fernando.

He is an Untouchable, and Nurgle's moves are ineffective against him except for physical attacks, but Fernando is different!

"boom!"

Yellowish-green pus covered the entire space, and bits of flesh hung from the walls.

Hades was so overwhelmed by the stench that his vision went black, and he silently swallowed the stomach acid that had risen to his head.

As expected of Nurtle.

Thank you to Bailu and Cangyue for being the alliance leaders; I will continue to work hard.

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Chapter 78 Spray more disinfectant

Perseverance, Think Tank Library.

just now.

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Thanks to Hades' foresight in clearing all organic matter from the area surrounding the think tank library and sealing it off, the entire area now reeks of a foul stench.

Fernando had almost fainted, but Hades managed to drag him out of the most pungent room and punch him to bring him back to his senses.

I know you threw up, but don't take off your helmet, or you'll die.

Hades thought silently.

Hades touched Fernando with his scythe again to confirm that he was not contaminated, then found a closed room at the very edge of the area and let him rest alone inside.

Although both of their power armors had some pus on them, the good news was that the slime was not corrosive, so their power armors would not be damaged, at least not in the short term.

Then, Hades used the communication channel in his helmet to contact Barasin, who had been on standby, and briefly informed the chief commander of the current situation.

On that channel, Balasin's voice remained silent for a long time.

"I really didn't expect this kind of attack."

We'll have to open a separate ventilation duct later.

"And well done, Hades."

Fernando has probably finally gotten over his worries.

However, Barasin pondered that he had never seen anything like this before: a being that could possess a Space Marine and drastically modify their body using psionic energy.

Is it a psionic being?

Or is it the demon that Hades refers to?

There were still many things to do, so Balasin put his thoughts aside for the time being.

Although Barasin was still very curious about their battle and the specific battle scenes, the most urgent task now was to clean up the area, because, according to Hades, the smells might carry a virus.

According to Hades' description, the chief commander skillfully began assigning tasks.

First, notify the nearest veterans of the Second Company to wear enhanced breathing system power armor and go to the blocked entrances and exits of this area to guard the area and relieve the previous guards.

Then, the shipping department was instructed to locate two separate ventilation ducts for the think tank library area, and these two ducts must not be connected to other areas.

One valve immediately ventilates at maximum power, while the other begins to exhaust, and then in the ventilation area, these exhaust gases are directly discharged into space.

After the initial ventilation was completed, Fernando recovered somewhat, and Barasin, Fernando, and Hades had another brief discussion.

Finally, they decided to abandon the use of this area and relocate the think tank's activities to the next level of the ship's cabin.

Large quantities of disinfectant spray and mineral fuel were transported into the area through sealed and repeatedly disinfected pipelines.

Finally, Fernando decided to burn all the books in the think tank library and use super fuel and explosive weapons to carry out a final disinfection of the area.

Hades sighed silently. Although he was very reluctant to burn so many books, it was clear that they were no longer suitable for reading, having been tainted by the filth and decay of the earth.

If only Fernando had kept this plague warrior somewhere else.

Fernando sensed Hades's regret, but instead, his laughter came through the communication channel; he seemed unusually relaxed.

"It's alright. No one but the think tank would read these books anyway, and the Death Guard's think tank was destined to perish anyway. The Legion Commander made the right decision."

"Burning these books now is just a more thorough way to erase our traces."

That being said, as the chief think tank, Fernando actually memorized the contents of most of the important books, and given time, he was fully capable of rewriting them.

Those he didn't remember were unimportant, or too obscure, or even blasphemous books.

Exhausted and regretful, Hades subconsciously took another deep breath, but he forgot that this was only the initial breathing, and Hades was almost carried away by the stench in the air.

He swallowed back the stomach acid that had risen to the surface once again.

But before destroying all of this, there is one more thing.

Hades spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Call Mortarian over."

Balasin blinked.

Anger and bewilderment filled the Lord of Death as he braced his hands on the communication console, his eyes beneath the hood fixed on the screen.

The man standing behind him, Balasin, kept his eyes down, seemingly oblivious to everything. It was the two of them who did it; I knew nothing about it.

On the screen, the recordings on Hades and Fernando's helmets are playing.

A room filled with sorcery runes, swollen corpses that would make Mortalian uneasy just to look at, rapidly writhing flesh, cracked fissures, and eerie intelligent creatures.

Mortarian already thought his alien foster father was disgusting enough, but now he had seen something a thousand times more disgusting than Nacre.

That swollen Space Marine. My God, how could humanity have become like that?

If he became like that, he would rather be Zisha; if he wasted even a second, Mortarian would despise himself.

The screen recording ended, and the final scene showed the screen exploding and covered in slime.

Mortarian silently shifted his gaze back to the monitor displaying Hades' face—

This is a simple camera inside a Space Marine helmet. Mortarion had never known its purpose before, but now he does.

He looked at Hades, and the familiar awkward smile on his face instantly halved his anger—no, it made Mortarian even angrier.

No, that's Hades; perhaps he should trust him.

"explain."

Mortarian's hoarse, sighing voice rang out.

Hades's carefully maintained smile froze.

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Chapter 79 Listen to my sophistry

The ventilation ducts hummed, air was constantly being expelled and poured in, and pus lay quietly on the ground, slowly congealing.

Mortarian's cold, hoarse voice came through the channel, and Hades broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's...it's exactly what you see—"

(The dialogue between the two is in Barbalusian)

Hades didn't finish speaking before he immediately realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly changed the subject.

First, calm the other person down, then talk about other things!

You can't reason with an angry person, and Mortalian is a Primarch, so it's even less likely to work.

“I know that you’ve been busy with think tank matters because of Karas, and I was worried that they might cause you trouble, so I started paying a little attention to things related to think tanks.”

"Then Fernando came to find me."

Next, Hades made sure he was speaking at his fastest speed, trying to frantically and quickly gloss over the events.

"During the previous mission, the think tank's Jose was attacked by the enemy's psionic energy. After being brought back to the Endurance for treatment, his condition did not improve. After failing to clear the area, the chief think tank's Fernando had no choice but to imprison him on the spot."

Fernando did have his own unspeakable secrets, but now he had to tell them all. If he kept anything hidden, neither of them, no, including Barasin, would be spared.

Do not try to hide things from a Primarch who has already become suspicious.

"After learning that I possessed an anti-psychic constitution, Fernando contacted me, hoping I could help him eliminate his comrades who had been possessed by demons, and at the same time—"

Mortarian raised an eyebrow, interrupting Hades' speech.

"demon?"

"Hades, have you gone mad?"

"I can understand those shamans who use witchcraft to perform rituals chanting these kinds of things; their stupid brains can't hold science."

"But you, what's wrong with you, Hades?"

Mortarian's threatening tone was clear enough.

Hades swallowed hard.

“I call these creatures demons because they are similar to the demons in the Barbarosian legends, but we can discuss what they should actually be called later.”

Don't try to change Mortalian's mind. Call it whatever you want. If he insists on calling it an angel, Hades will agree with you.

“But I don’t think it’s good to waste your time. Managing a legion is hard enough, and you also have to deal with my affairs, so I’ll just call them demons for now.”

Mortarian snorted, deciding to let this foolish detail slide for the time being.

Hades winked discreetly. It's alright, there's still the concept of gods coming up later, one of them will surely shatter Mortalian's current worldview.

"Knowing that the other side was a psionic creature, I took the scythe and went with Fernando to behead it."

Having briefly introduced the background before the event, now it's Hades' time for a desperate struggle!

"Because I know you usually review legion affairs at this time, it's not convenient for me to disturb you."

"and"

"Actually, I haven't bothered you since I got here. I always felt that you were working very hard and were always concerned about the affairs of the Legion, so I made the decision on my own."

“But remembering that you kept telling me to be careful when we were on Barbarossa, I contacted Barasin and informed him that the Chief Think Tank and I had discovered psionic creatures in the Think Tank Library area and sealed off the area.”

Mortarian snorted.

"So this is your reason for scrapping an entire district?"

Damn it, how is Hades supposed to respond?

In fact, on the Glory Queen-class Perseverance, there are quite a few empty areas, not none.

Even though the power armor is temperature-controlled, Hades felt himself sweating profusely, the kind of sweat that Space Marines are known for, with the smell of detergent wafting through his helmet.

"I didn't expect it to explode in the end. If I had known, I would have informed you even if it was troublesome."