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

Old Che suppressed his annoyance at being disturbed and took another closer look at the Death Guard.

Aside from its dislike of him, there was really no feeling of disgust.

But the other person really couldn't sense the soul.

The old car fell silent.

Since this was the first person sent by a legion to learn, and they insisted on coming themselves, only to find out in the end that they were untouchable, it's best not to attack them.

"Here's what I'll do. I'll send you a compressed file. You can just play this whenever you use the machine."

"Normal speed, no copying!"

In fact, even veteran car enthusiasts know that these machine spirits exist simply to encourage users to diligently fulfill their missions.

The rituals of the Mechanic Church only bring them a little comfort.

Just use them properly.

Treat your machinery with care, give it respect, and let it fulfill its inherent mission.

Except for some special types of machine spirits, as long as the user does the above, the machine spirit will be at your service.

Old Che wrote a long and earnest message and then sent it to Hades.

This is an encrypted message, and it will be a long time before Hades deciphers its meaning.

Before this, all he had to do was play this message into the machine he needed to operate.

While the old car couldn't guarantee that this would make its kind happy with Hades, at least it wouldn't make them swear at him.

Alright, it's old, let it sleep. Stop bringing in people like this to torment it!

"Kid, tell the sages of the Mechanicus to either put me aside or dismantle me. Don't use me as a teaching tool anymore."

"Also, tell the Jordanian sage that I hate him and that he should have let me die on the battlefield!"

Instead of draping a bunch of ridiculous fabric over your shoulders and listening to their nonsense!

The old car's bird-servant instrument turned on. Considering that he had just vented his anger on this Death Guardian and would need the Guardian to relay his message later, he decided to remind the Guardian again.

Hades blinked after sending an encrypted message.

"Okay, thank you for reminding me. I actually noticed that too."

Alright, this kid isn't stupid.

The roar of the engine gradually faded, the old car gave a jolt as if it were completely wrecked, and then fell silent.

The completely unusual scene alarmed the technical soldiers in the distance.

Two Imperial Fists and one Iron Hand approached one after the other, while the rest continued to observe from a distance.

Besides the Steel Warrior, the two who walked towards Hades were elite members of the technical sergeants, and they were also the ones most familiar with the Machine Soul.

Of course, where there is the Imperial Fist, there will be no Iron Warriors, so the Iron Warriors continued their welding studies as if Hades' side were air.

Jin-306 nervously emerged from the pile of metal that had just disappeared, but upon seeing the other two Space Marines, he stood awkwardly to the side as a background figure.

"Death Guardian, what happened here?"

The deep voice of Emperor Fist Heslop rang out.

"what."

Hades paused for a moment.

"Um, this car said it hates the sage making it work."

?

Heslop, the Fist of the Empire, and Cano, the Steel Hand, looked at each other in bewilderment.

The screen next to him, which was pretending to be dead, also displayed a question mark.

What is this Death Guardian saying? He can communicate directly with the Machine Spirit?!

Terra, the Royal Palace.

They stand here now, deep within the earth.

The earthy, cool scent touched them, and Makado could feel the chill seeping through the gaps in his clothes.

That death-like figure now stands inside the first door, the black archway pressing down, imprisoning everything.

Death's gaze was fixed on Macado, on all that was incomprehensible.

"So the truth behind the Great Crusade was a regime composed of wizards?"

Makado sighed, and the thin wizard gestured to Mortarian, hoping they would leave first before continuing their conversation.

However, the Primarch did not move an inch. His right hand twitched unnaturally. Based on the Primarch's muscle movements, Macado judged that Mortarion most likely wanted to strangle him.

Macardo swallowed back a subconscious sigh, otherwise Mortarian would have immediately carried out his plan and slaughtered those he considered wizards.

He is now an unarmed beast tamer facing a raging, unpredictable wild beast.

But Macardo was also a wise and knowledgeable man; he knew what to say and what to do, and how to use language effectively.

"Mortarion."

He called softly,

"This is not for the sake of a wizard's regime; in fact, it will end the history of psionicists."

Death looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Think about it, when humanity no longer needs Astrologers to guide the way in the Warp, no longer needs to navigate those chaotic Warp channels."

"This is what he's trying to do now—"

"I want to see the Emperor."

Mortarian interrupted Makado cleanly and decisively. Even though the old man's previous actions had won him favor, that was not a reason for Mortarian to forgive him for concealing witchcraft.

Macado frowned imperceptibly.

"He's not here; he's busy with things that require his attention more."

"So I'm not someone he needs to worry about?"

“I know what you’re thinking. I am a filthy Barbarosian peasant who might betray you in the future,”

"So you imprisoned me here, using learning as bait and the legion as leverage,"

"right?"

Death approached him silently, its shadow looming over him and looking down upon him.

The pungent fumes choked his throat.

Death's hand trembled; he wanted to reap lives.

If it were anyone else, they would have already trembled and knelt down under the Primarch's immense rage.

But Macardo didn't; he just sighed again and said softly,

"If you don't believe my answer, you can always ask your friends."

"friend?"

Motarian was taken aback.

Hades?

"What does it have to do with him? We're just illiterate people from another planet. What does he know about your plans?"

Do you really believe he's just an ordinary Barbarian?

Makado stared at Mortarian.

Mortarian fell silent.

Now Macardo has regained control of the conversation.

"He was lucky; he was chosen."

Macardo began walking down the road, and the Primarch silently followed.

The animal trainer continued to scatter bread along the road, and the prey scavenged behind him.

"Of course, he was also unfortunate."

"But so far, he's doing well."

But they were powerless to change what lay ahead.

He could still prepare a few final things for the emperor's chosen one.

“You know your friend’s constitution, Mortarian.”

"His constitution is both his gift and his curse."

"Hades knows these things; the Emperor has met him."

Makado spoke carefully, choosing his words slowly and deliberately.

"Then why...?"

Motalian asked stubbornly,

"Because he knows that human beings have no choice."

Makado answered fluently.

“It wasn’t that we took advantage of him, but rather that he wanted to change something, so he chose us.”

"Of course, I haven't found any motive for your friend to do this yet."

Makado carefully laid a linguistic trap.

"Otherwise, our conversation might have gone more smoothly."

Hades' motives

That resolute figure who followed him to the summit, liberating Barbaros.

For humanity.

Mortarian fell silent again.

Macado sighed.

"So this is what we're doing."

"Didn't he suggest you preserve the Death Guard's think tank? Preserve it, develop it, just to better break away from the psionicists in the future."

There was a brief silence.

It's time to change the subject.

Makado quickly assessed Mortarian's image—

What others see as his flaws are precisely his strengths.

You can give it a try.

"The Emperor's ultimate goal is to free humanity from the Warp."

"And protect the human soul."

"His heart was always with humanity."

Makado clung to those words as if grasping at the last straws on a cliff.

Death laughed; the sound of being corroded by poison gas echoed through the empty corridor.

"I see,"

"You believe me, right?"

That's why you said that.

"He's looking at humanity, so... some will be abandoned by him—"

"Like me?"

Death, instead of being angry, laughed.