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

"We did realize the seriousness of the matter later, so we came to you as soon as we took emergency evasive action."

The other end of the channel didn't say anything, which most likely means they accepted the answer.

Hades quickly seized the opportunity to back down.

"The most urgent issue right now is dealing with the biochemical contamination in this area. We may not be able to handle everything, so we'll have to trouble you again."

Let Mortarian prepare first, showing them their willingness to admit their mistakes. Matters concerning the warp cannot be discussed on the communication channel; information leaks or distortions are unacceptable. We'll discuss it in detail face-to-face with Mortarian after he leaves.

There was silence on the other side.

Just as Hades suspected the communications were broken, Mortarian's hoarse voice came through again.

"Once this area is cleaned up, you can come out. This matter is not over."

Although he thought so too, why was he so afraid when Mortarian said it out loud?

Hades knew that Mortalian was now more furious about Hades's concealment than about the secrets of the think tank.

Although, according to his usual rules and attitude, Fernando may be in big trouble.

But now, Hades has drawn Mortarion's firepower.

It's alright, it's fine. At least Motalian won't really sentence Hades to death, but it's hard to say about Fernando.

Hades will have to plead for the think tank group later to save them, and also plead for the Terra veterans to clear his name and give Mortalian Kopoa Space.

Hades felt that this difficulty had surpassed killing a plague warrior alone.

Is it too late for him to die now?

Why is everyone else's Warhammer game all about fighting and killing, always either brawling or on their way to a fight? Why does his game turn into a story simulator?!

There is no way, people under the eaves have to lower their heads.

But if it were a different Primarch, like Sangilius or Guilliman, wouldn't he be even better?!

The flames burst forth, roaring and engulfing everything. The flames danced, ran rampant, and reveled in the air, which had been given a higher oxygen content.

Hades, holding an incendiary gun, stood in front of the sealed chamber door filled with superoxide dismutase. He held his breath and fired in rapid succession. Heat rays cheered as they rushed toward the fuel. For an incendiary weapon, this place, filled with organic matter and superoxide dismutase, was simply paradise.

The smell of burning mixed with a foul stench permeated the entire think tank library.

Everything in the secret chamber had to be burned. The weapons stained with the corpse fluid were probably useless. Although Hades felt a little sorry for them, he supported Fernando's decision.

In the think tank library, which is far from the secret room, Fernando was looking through some important books. These books, which were tainted with a foul odor and whose pages were beginning to rot slightly, would all be burned later. Fernando used the camera on his helmet to record the important contents in advance.

"Hades, eight o'clock, under that shield."

Mortarian's voice came through the communication channel.

Hades maintained his previous expression, listlessly changed the direction of the incendiary gun's muzzle, and then fired.

The Primarch insisted on maintaining video communication. Only after Hades took his helmet camera and walked around the secret chamber, meticulously filming every detail like a compulsive person, did Mortarion allow Hades to continue his incineration work.

Hades said he felt like throwing up when asked to get close enough to take close-up photos in the pungent, foul-smelling environment.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Mortarion deliberately tried to provoke Hades.

Mortalian initially insisted on collecting some of the liquid, but realizing that this environment would likely lead to further contamination, he had to give up.

At this moment, Mortarian was reviewing the Legion's data, examining various reports from the think tank over the past decade, monitoring, and simultaneously directing Hades.

Barasin continued the cleanup operation in the area as arranged by the original entity.

As the bright yellow flames devoured the last gap in the space, Hades poured out his bucket, overflowing with super-energy fuel, bringing the fiery celebration to a climax.

Hades, holding the incendiary gun, stepped out against the bright yellow flames, the firelight outlining the edges of his power armor.

Fernando stood at the exit of the think tank library, silently waiting for Hades' arrival.

Hades walked over, picked up the sickle-shaped obituary leaning against the wall, and Fernando nodded, as if in acknowledgment.

Then, Fernando raised his hand and used an explosive device to ignite the books in the think tank library!

The pages burned and scattered in the air, turning to ashes before reaching the ground.

Hades lowered his hand and did not fire, giving Fernando space.

The Death Guardians—no, the Twilight Raiders—had their years of accumulated wealth vanish into nothingness. The Chief Think Tank watched all of this with cold indifference, observing the future of the think tank alongside them.

The raging flames devoured everything, the ventilation pipes were turned on at maximum power, and flammable gas gradually filled the entire think tank library.

Fernando and Hades stepped out the door, and Hades turned back and locked the door of the think tank library.

Fernando did not turn around.

These flames will burn inside for at least a year, and countless amounts of mineral fuel will be poured into it through other pipes.

The first phase of the clearing operation in this area has been officially completed.

Motari's quiet breathing came through the communication channel.

"Now, you two, come out and disinfect."

Hades turned around, took a deep breath, and now he had to face Mortarian.

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Chapter 80 Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely (Part 1)

A dim red light filled the entire organic disinfection room, and a sharp warning sound rang out—

Hades skillfully closed his eyes tightly.

Special disinfectant sprayed out from the small space, washing over Hades' skin. Even with his modified Space Marine body, Hades felt a stinging pain from the intense wash.

This is the fifth time the disinfection has been carried out; the pharmacist specially prepared the disinfectant for Hades and Fernando.

Hades was standing in a small single room, one side of which was made of glass, allowing the pharmacist outside to observe the situation.

The pharmacists were currently in the observation room, their eyes gleaming as they watched Hades disinfect.

I'm not embarrassed, I'm not embarrassed.

Hades silently recited this in his heart.

Next came the ultraviolet disinfection. The intense purple light made Hades feel like his only remaining right eye was going to go blind.

However, the torture was not over yet. Next, a pharmacist wearing a full suit of protective clothing came in carrying a tank of medicine.

Although Hades and Fernando were in the closed loop of the power armor, it was necessary to disinfect their respiratory systems, which were exposed to the air, as a precaution.

Pharmacist Leo took out two nasal irrigation tubes, his cold gaze fixed mercilessly on Hades.

I've accepted my fate.

Next, it's time for torture.

Hades, who was half-dead from the disinfection, slumped in the interrogation chair with a look of utter despair. The blinding white light shone down from above the room, and Hades' skin, which had been soaked in disinfectant, turned a shade lighter and was now dazzlingly white.

This makes Hades look like a bleached corpse.

The heavy iron door opened, and Mortarian bowed as he entered from outside.

Hades immediately jumped up from his chair, straightened his posture, adjusted his mindset, actively admitted his mistakes, and started anew.

Mortarian was not wearing power armor; his simple combat everyday clothes clung obediently to his gaunt frame.

The alien pistol "Netherlight" lay quietly asleep on his waist.

Mortarian walked over silently and pulled out the chair opposite Hades.

"Thorn-"

The ear-piercing dragging sound echoed in the empty room. As if on purpose, Mortarian prolonged the process, thus beginning the interrogation of Hades.

The Primarch sat down in a rather casual posture, like a superior, awaiting the confession of the person being judged.

"It stinks."

Mortarian frowned.

Hades' temper flared up instantly. Me, smelly?! You come up here and the first thing you say is that I smell bad? Don't you know who smells worse?

But Hades immediately wilted again. Well, he actually felt a faint smell on him too.

You're absolutely right, yes, yes, yes.

Hades swallowed hard.

"Um... Mortalian, you know I received treatment on the Imperial Dream, right?"

I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I've decided on you.

"Then, my physical condition is different from that of normal people, right? I am a special untouchable."

Mortarian didn't speak; behind his breathing mask, a near-silent hiss rang out.

"So, in my occasional moments of lucidity, the Silent Sisters, who are composed of untouchables, told me something."

"Tell?"

"Written down."

Hades, who had already anticipated that Mortalian would delve into the details, quickly replied.

The Primarch crossed his arms and remained silent.

His father did indeed send the Silent Sisters to Hades with weapons.

"Therefore, I learned that life exists in the subspace."

Mortarian, sitting opposite Hades, frowned but didn't interrupt him. Hades quickly seized the opportunity to speak.

"These subspace creatures gain power from our emotions; the more intense the emotions, the more likely they are to gain our favor."

"Among them, due to the different emotions of physical organisms, these subspace organisms are also roughly divided into different types."

"You'd better know what you're talking about."

Hades blinked.

“These are just my deductions based on the Sister of Silence, my contacts with think tanks, and my own reading and practice. There are bound to be omissions, so I want you to help me deduce them.”

Mortarian stared at Hades, seemingly pondering the truth or falsehood hidden in his words.

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Crit!

"Because I wasn't sure if these things were true, but until today, when I saw that demon, uh, that warp creature with my own eyes, I confirmed the credibility of this information."

"I don't want to bother you with information I'm not sure about, right?"

Hades spoke again.

"The demon we encountered today, its race can be assigned—"

"Nurgle."

As the last syllable fell, Mortarion, who was opposite Hades, shuddered violently!

The great garden was thriving, and the wonderful smell of decay wafted past his nose. He lay lazily beside the soft swamp, while the plague toad occasionally praised his benevolent father.

My wings are a little itchy; it's probably because those mischievous Nurgles wiped away the scales.

He disliked those tiny, constantly squeaking insects.

Mortal thought to himself, and he rolled over, preparing to shake his wings and shake the Nurgle spirits off.

Ok?

Wait, wings?!

A blinding white light suddenly shone on him.

Mortarian's face was deathly pale, heavy breathing coming from beneath his gas mask. A searing heat burned his hands, dispelling the illusion that had just flashed before his eyes. He looked up—

"Motalian, are you alright?!"

Hades grabbed his hand, and his chair fell to the ground; he was clearly quite startled as well.

Mortarian took a deep breath and looked at Hades again.