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

He extended his two main limbs, which most resembled human hands, and grasped Hades's hands.

“Repeat after me: Praise the God of hosts, praise the Messiah.”

His warriors, step into His temple!

Hades looked at the sage Gerjord in disbelief.

This is a complete scam.

[A colossal lie eventually replaced the truth.]

[Those who know the truth can never speak the facts.]

[Then he read aloud—]

"Praise be to the God of all hosts, praise be to Om Messiah."

Hades murmured.

The hymns are still playing, and the servant with his frontal lobe hollowed out sings of His greatness.

Praise be to Om Messiah!

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Chapter 95: I knocked on the electronic wooden fish, and even the machine spirit praised me: What the hell are you praying for?

On the first day of class, I started by memorizing vocabulary.

Hades, his artwork somewhat haphazard, sits dejectedly in the library, listlessly memorizing technical terms, surrounded by books that form a prison around him.

"One Hundred and One Basic Circuits That Must Be Taught in Prenatal Education in Nursery Schools" and "Three Thousand Types of Screws That Every Machine Servant Must Memorize".

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Not far from Hades, the wolf Manning's snores pounded against Hades' already fragile sanity.

Forget about it. The other party is a rich, spoiled young master, while you are the only hope of a newly formed legion that has nothing but standard parts.

Having swallowed the knowledge that was practically overflowing, Hades resignedly lowered his head again.

He finally realized what that "thirty years of study" really meant.

Even Space Marines, humans with enhanced learning abilities, need thirty years to master the most basic technical maintenance of a legion.

It's like sending soldiers to Mars and then having them cram for the college entrance exam for thirty years, isn't it?

Hades suddenly felt an indescribable admiration for the technical sergeants and master forgers in the Death Guard.

Thanks to his electronic brain, Hades could simply flip through a page, tap it, and let his left brain copy the knowledge into it. When he encountered the same thing again, he could then access that knowledge.

Why doesn't the Mechanical Engineering Department have USB drives or anything like that?!

Hades was unaware that the Cult of Mechanics truly possessed such a thing, but he clearly lacked the necessary permissions to use it.

After feeling like he was about to physically vomit, Hades finally raised his head and rubbed his neck.

He stared at the opposite wall, lost in thought.

In fact, ever since Hades left the mechanical sanctuary a few Martian days ago, he had been thinking about the Cult of Mechanism.

According to Hades' memories from his previous life, the birth of the Mechanicus was orchestrated by the Emperor, in order to ensure that a portion of the technology survived the Dark Ages intact so that he could launch the Great Crusade.

Hades did not intend for the Emperor to judge, but he knew that the Emperor needed someone willing to sacrifice their life for knowledge in that dark age.

And faith is often the best catalyst for such behavior.

The cheapest faith is often disguised as religion and ignorance.

But when you see the fervor of the Mechanic, that heartfelt faith, that conviction that the Emperor is the Om Messiah.

Hades was still somewhat shocked.

No, there's no point in dwelling on a fait accompli; Hades never wasted his precious brain cells on such matters.

What troubled him was that faith was truly effective here; if you prayed to a god, a god would respond to your prayer in the warp.

Where did all the prayers of the Mechanicus go?

Hades didn't see them summon a god of all machines in the warp.

There are currently two theories about Hades. The first is that the faith of the Mechanicus has gone to the true "God of Machines," namely the Void Dragon imprisoned by the Emperor in the Martian dungeon.

The Void Dragon is a fragment of the Star God, who can be simply understood as a deity in the physical world, a powerful being existing purely as matter.

Therefore, the Mechanic Church's faith is useless to him, because the Astral God only obeys the laws of the physical universe.

The second theory is that the Emperor impersonated the Void Dragon's representative in the world, taking away the Void Dragon's authority and transferring all the Mechanic's faith to the Emperor.

Well, regardless of the circumstances, one thing is certain: the Emperor is the biggest beneficiary in the power struggle between the Mechanicus and the Void Dragons.

However, those sages who believed in the Cult of Machines

The mechanical sages also have different attitudes toward the doctrine. Some are fanatics, while others simply label themselves as religious for the convenience of their own experiments.

For example, the mechanical sage Gerjord, whom Hades is currently in contact with, is a fanatical follower of the Cult of Machines who seizes every opportunity to proselytize to Hades.

Hades said, "Yes, yes, you're right. Praise be to Om Messiah."

The fluorescent clock on the wall, set to Martian noon, beeped, interrupting Hades' thoughts.

Looking at the books piled up on the table, Hades collapsed into the stack of books, utterly dejected, and banged his head against the table repeatedly.

He used to dream of finishing his studies early and returning to the team as soon as possible, but what the hell is this?!

However, what Hades didn't know was that his learning speed was already far faster than others. It's just that others were at other stages, and Hades had no comparison, so he naturally didn't have a direct impression of his own learning speed.

Wild Wolf Manning was awakened by Hades's slamming of the table. His snoring stopped abruptly, and Manning groggily raised his head to glance at the time on the wall.

"What? It's time to eat!"

"Come on, stop studying!"

This was the day after Hades was taken away by the wolf Manning.

The food on Mars consists of specially seasoned algae and a white porridge with a faint hint of engine oil.

The brownish-green, spherical algae, seasoned with vinegar and salt, shimmered under the light.

The porridge was still the same porridge, but it had no flavor at all, except for a faint smell of engine oil.

Compared to the sweet food on Deathguard, the food on Mars is saltier.

It's okay, Hades isn't picky about food!

Hades, who had spent the entire morning engrossed in his books, channeled his grief into his appetite.

Good bro, let's do it!

Manning stared at Hades in disbelief as he placed the twenty-third dish of seasoned seaweed.

"Brother, don't you Death Guards provide food?"

The food provided by the oil guy was something the wild wolf Manning would avoid if possible; they were just fed grass every day?!

Every time Manning picked up a blade of grass, he would think of the days when he ate meat in Fenris.

What kind of ascetic life is this?!

Other technical sergeants also only considered it as necessary food to sustain their lives.

Hades was definitely the first person Manning had ever met who ate so enthusiastically.

Hades silently swallowed the algae that was lodged in his throat.

"The food on Deathguard is also very good; the nutritious porridge and metal blocks are delicious and filling."

"Is this all you eat every day?"

Hades looked at Manning the wolf with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, every day."

Isn't that the minimum standard of diet for Space Marines?!

Manning was shocked. This is what you Death Guards eat?

He had heard about the afternoon tea of ​​the Emperor's Sons, the dinner of the Ultramarines, and the blood meals of the Blood Angels. Other simpler legions at least added some bread or meat from nearby agricultural planets to their diet.

But this was the first time he had ever heard of the Death Guard's diet.

The inhuman nature of the Primitive Body and the extremely austere diet—these two things seem completely incompatible, don't they?!

But seeing Hades's matter-of-fact expression across from him, Manning couldn't say anything.

Never mind, next time I take him out for drinks, I'll hunt some wild game.

It's rare to find someone he can joke around with.

Wild Wolf Manning thought to himself.

As for Hades, who was opposite him, he began to contemplate life again.

He seemed to remember that Enrique had told him to stay away from the wolves, but what was going on now?

It was just a fight, how did it turn out like this?

Hades looked around and chose seats for the Iron Hand and the Iron Warriors, who were furthest from them.

Hmm. Why do I feel like I'm disliked?

However, the moon wolf Sunderland and the war dog Perez noticed Hades looking around and smiled at him in a friendly manner.

The afternoon class was practical. Although Hades could have chosen to continue studying in the library, he decisively gave up and immediately ran to the mechanical workshop.

In the distance, the firelight of other technical sergeants cutting and reassembling machinery could be seen, while Hades stared thoughtfully at a Demos-type Rhino tank in front of him.

The Mechanic Church chose what they considered to be "gentle machine spirits" to begin the first practical lesson for the Tech Sergeants.

So, what exactly is Machine Soul?

As far as Hades knows, machine spirits are divided into three categories.

The first type is the mystical soul, whose projections exist in the subspace.

This is the most common and ordinary form of machine spirit, which is usually formed by the faith of the surrounding soldiers in them.

The second category is scientific machine souls. The School of Mechanics refers to some systems that can perform automated tasks or have a certain degree of autonomy as machine souls.

The third category is hatred of intelligence, because after the Scarlet Protocol, the Emperor explicitly prohibited the Mechanic from continuing AI-related research to prevent the next rebellion.

However, in reality, some of the mechanical sages who dance in the gray area still possess intelligent AI.

To avoid attracting attention, the sages collectively referred to these AIs as "machine souls."

What, you're saying I violated the treaty?

No, this is not AI, this is the great soul of the machine—

"Greetings, Lord Hades from the Death Guard."

Hades' thoughts were interrupted by a single sentence.

A tech-servant with a frayed edge to his robe emerged from behind the rhinoceros tank. Unlike the other tech-servants Hades had seen, he was highly mechanized, with no human tissue left on his face, only cables and displays.

What puzzled Hades even more was that the eyes of this technological servant were not ordinary electronic eyes, but rather a long display screen with pixelated blue eyes that were blinking.

"Hello."

Hades blinked.

"How may I call you?"

The tech servant seemed flattered and trembled, even shrinking back slightly; sweat droplets even appeared on his screen.

"What is all this about?" Hades was completely baffled.

"Just call me Jin, my name is Jin-306."