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

A deliberately anthropomorphic tone rang out, and this technological servant even simulated a stuttering voice.

As Hades knew, most of the gods’ servants despised the human body; they even disliked the fact that the airflow from the vocal cords reduced the efficiency of communication.

Hmm. Maybe there are all sorts of birds in a big forest?

Hades felt good, at least he wasn't one of those dogmatic, technocratic servants.

Hades, preoccupied with continuing to work with the Machine Soul, didn't pay much attention to these things. He looked at the somewhat thin Tech God servant and gestured for him to continue.

Upon seeing Hades, Jin-306 showed no obvious emotion; his eyes flickered.

"Sir, 306 will be in charge of your practical learning from now on. You can ask 306 all sorts of questions, and 306 will give you the most official answers."

"Today, the Mechanical Teachings have arranged for you to have your first contact with the Machine Soul."

"The MK1C Demos Rhino in front of you is the third batch of tanks mass-produced by the Mechanic during the early stages of the Great Expedition. It was active on the front lines of the war against the Xenomorphs until it was taken out of service due to the corrosive effects of the different fuels mixed in its engine."

"According to records, its machine spirit first appeared during a tug-of-war on an agricultural planet. Even when the fuel supply was clearly insufficient to power its operation, the machine still traveled about 3.4 kilometers and successfully reached its destination in order to ensure the mission was completed."

"After that, this machine repeatedly demonstrated its machine spirit consciousness."

"Therefore, after its retirement, the Jordanian sages chose to bring it back from the front lines and use it for education and to inspire the warriors' devout faith in the Machine Spirit."

"Based on your previous genetic data, this machine is the most compatible with you, so we took it out of the warehouse for teaching purposes."

According to veterans who previously piloted it, the MK1C Demos Rhino's machine spirit is described as extremely averse to aliens, kind, tolerant, tenacious, and also prone to sleepiness.

Previously, during the daily observations of the Mechanicus, most machines that came into contact with Hades exhibited a slight degree of aggression.

Therefore, the sage arranged this best-tempered machine spirit for Hades, without exception.

Jin's electronic eyes flashed, and he made a smiling expression.

"Now, sir, please let me teach you the basic procedures for worshipping the machine spirit."

Incense was burned, candles were lit, and oil was applied, draping the tank's mottled exterior in scarlet silk, with luxurious gold threads shimmering on it.

After completing the process, Hades blinked, looking at the obviously mismatched combination of machinery and fabric.

Jin bowed deeply to the tank, then turned and bowed to Hades as well.

"My lord, the ritual is complete. I have sensed the peaceful and joyful spirit of the machine. Now you can place your hand on it and feel the resonance with the spirit."

"This process requires quiet, so I'll take my leave now."

"Please feel free to call me if you need anything."

Jin's electronic eyes flashed, then he quietly left, disappearing into a pile of machinery.

Hades looked at Jin and suddenly felt a sense of humility from the supplier to the client.

We're all just working people, it's okay, I won't make things difficult for you!

After lamenting that no one's life is easy, Hades snapped out of his reverie and looked again at the cratered tank, its surface glistening with firelight and wax slowly dripping from its shell, the red silk smooth and lustrous.

Well, although it might seem silly, Hades took off his mechanic gloves and carefully touched the old tank's exterior.

Knowing that this rhinoceros likely contained a first-class mystical machine spirit, just in case, Hades deliberately compressed the dark domain to the other side of his body to avoid contact with the tank.

Then he closed his eyes and tried to communicate with the machine spirit.

Hmm, how do we communicate?!

Ordinary technical soldiers, when they calm down, can sense the faint call of the machine's spirit, and thus judge the condition of the machine and whether it is suitable for combat.

But Hades, on the other hand, is currently not feeling anything at all.

It's like him staring at a rock.

Finally, after Hades had been staring blankly for almost an hour, he couldn't take it anymore.

He tried hard to recall the scenes of prayer from the Mechanic Church.

He remembered!

The mechanical sages create machine servants that only sing binary hymns and place them in the sanctuary, supposedly to please the machine spirits.

Hades could have something similar!

The main content of this prayer act is people singing hymns. To simplify, is it possible to touch the soul simply by continuously singing mechanical hymns?

Hades didn't know, but since he had been staring at the screen for over an hour, he decided to give it a try.

Hades controlled his left brain to find the previously recorded hymn content and then began to play the hymn in the form of radio waves.

Hmm. The machine spirit's reaction speed should be much faster than that of a human.

Hades promptly increased the speed and then copied the hymn again in his left brain, so now two versions of the hymn are playing!

The machine spirit still didn't react, but Hades, who was extremely bored, was now like he had discovered a new continent and continued to copy the hymn in his left brain.

Not to mention, his electronic left brain's processing power is so great that he can smoothly open 777 episodes of Frenzy at the highest quality without any problem.

Finally, as Hades happily copied the hymn for the thirteenth time—

"boom!"

The tank beside him suddenly spewed out a cloud of black smoke, thick smoke billowing out, startling the other Space Marines in the distance, who looked at Hades with puzzled expressions.

But Hades didn't pay attention to these details.

Because at the same time, Hades' left brain received a binary message.

"Stop pushing!"

what?

Great! He successfully communicated with the machine's spirit!

It had been dormant all along.

Those turbulent battlefields that once stirred its blood are now a thing of the past. It no longer needs to push muddy ground or protect its comrades on battlefields where bullets fly.

It's old.

Its previously boasted long battery life has instead left it worn out. It longs for a fierce battle, to unleash the last bit of heat from its war machine on the battlefield.

However, it was taken away, far from its comrades, and enshrined in a sanctuary.

It is the oldest one, witnessing the service of generation after generation of technical sergeants.

Later, more companions joined, and the Mechanical Sage heard its yearning for rest, so it gradually put it to idleness.

It sleeps endlessly, slumbering in the incense and hymns, its senses gradually dulled by the sweetness of these things compared to the smoke and roar of battle.

It thought it would never wake up again.

It will sleep forever in peaceful and joyful dreams, until—

A piercing sound, like gibberish or a prank, was frantically babbling in its ear.

It angrily opened its bird servant device and saw this thing that immediately displeased it.

"Are you praying to your mother?"

it says.

Terra, the Royal Palace.

What was that just now?

Mortarian looked at Makado, whose face was hidden, and asked,

"That was your father's hard work."

"Psionic powers? Is he also going to become that blasphemous being from the warp?"

Upon hearing Mortarian's insults towards the Emperor, Macardo took a deep breath.

“You should understand that your father’s painstaking efforts do not always mean Chaos Mortalian, and I thought you knew this well.”

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Chapter 96 I comfort this, you comfort that

Black smoke billowed out of the tank, and the engine made a gurgling sound.

Hades stood there scratching his head, then immediately turned off the radio transmission.

The tank's coughing sounds subsided.

".Feel sorry?"

Hades tentatively sent a binary radio signal.

Black smoke billowed out again, heading straight for Hades' face.

Hades wisely chose not to dodge.

"Cough cough cough cough! Cough!"

As the thick smoke, reeking of engine oil, dissipated, Hades took a deep breath and continued typing in his mind.

"Um... I'm sorry, I thought you guys liked it this way."

"Like it my ass!"

"What misunderstanding do you have about machine spirits, kid?!"

Then it sent a binary swear code archive to Hades.

Hades was not annoyed. Compared to those who couldn't express their thoughts even after going through eight roundabout ways, he had great favor and tolerance for those who spoke their minds directly.

After all, the other party is just throwing a bunch of swear words at you, not a bomb.

"I'm so sorry."

When the old car finally came to a stop, panting heavily, Hades was still comforting it.

"."

"Kid, I've never seen your paint scheme before. Which legion are you from?"

"Death Guard, formerly known as Twilight Raider."

The Twilight Raiders. It knew them; these Space Marines who preferred ground combat suited its taste perfectly.

But it looked at Hades, whose face was stained with black smoke.

Alas, each generation is worse than the last!

"You're the only Death Guardian?"

Hades nodded.

"Yes, the legion is still in the integration phase, and most people are unwilling to come to Mars."

"Then why did you come here?"

"Hmm." Hades scratched his head.

"Because I think I quite like things like machinery."

"you?!"

The old car was about to spray another stream of exhaust fumes at it, but after thinking about it, it held back.

Actually, apart from the kid's disrespectful behavior at the beginning, he didn't do anything else and just kept apologizing.

But wait?!

"You brat? I can't sense your soul?!"

Hades was taken aback.

"I am a special untouchable."

Untouchables as technical sergeants?!

Has he gone mad? Machine spirits feel uncomfortable when they see untouchables!