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

Everyone came out: the sages, the servants of God, and the Guardians of the Faith.

They gathered on the city streets, they gathered on the port platforms, they crowded together, staring at the miracle before them.

Some machine operators even broke their established procedures and left their posts shakily.

Then, the rain started to fall.

That's rain!

Rain that falls naturally!

These are not other liquids discharged from industry; they are mostly composed of H2O with negligible impurities.

They crashed down, soaking the scarlet robe.

Some people knelt down tremblingly, even though their lower limbs had been modified to be unsuitable for kneeling. The hymn began to play, stimulating everyone's information gathering system.

But most people just stood there dumbfounded, as the God in the sanctuary truly descended from the temple and came down to earth.

The untouched nature began to tear up.

"Praise be to Om Messiah!!!"

The shouts continued incessantly.

And he just stood there, stunned.

Kirkland stared at all this in disbelief, his newly made portable psionic detector blaring alarms in his arms.

He looked like he was holding a nuclear bomb that was about to explode.

He slowly turned around and looked at his companion, whose logic was clouded by joy.

The psionic alert reached its peak, and the numbers were still fluctuating, trying to surge further, but they had already reached the limit set by Kirkland.

Liar! Liar!

This is a psionic forced rainfall!

This is all a psionic scam!

Kirkland stood in the pouring rain, the rain relentlessly pounding against him.

His whole world had deceived him.

From then on, he, who had been focusing on the field of psionics, began to study anti-psionics.

He wanted to expose the liar's lies.

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Is Chapter 101 really hopeless?

At that time, Kirkland was just an ordinary sage.

Even though he climbed to this position thanks to his pre-programmed genes, he is still just an insignificant figure among the many complex factions on Mars.

He needs resources and permissions.

Some higher-ranking sages found him; they were either believers who did not believe in deception, or vested interests who were dissatisfied with the division of power.

He was useless, but the knowledge he possessed gave him meaning.

He will ultimately dedicate himself to knowledge and truth.

He calculated, he explored, he climbed; Kirkland was determined to expose the lies with the truth.

He has set foot on planets teeming with alien technology, and he has come into contact with technologies that cause most of the body's components to malfunction.

Finally, he found a document in a lost ruin that recorded the "cursed".

That is an existence that is even more restrained by psychic energy than the Untouchables.

Their existence is extremely rare, and most of them are killed by psionicists in their childhood.

On the altar of the ruins, the scene of the cursed being sacrificed by the psychic shaman still seems to be playing out.

The subtle marks left by time testify to the psionic vacuum that once existed here.

This is an existence that can devour all spiritual energy.

He needs samples.

He couldn't possibly let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Thank you for your reminder, but for personal reasons, I am unwilling to cooperate with Terra's direct departments, as it would be detrimental to my research."

"Then you should just arrest him?"

Kirkland paused, then his voice creaked.

“I’m very sorry, Your Excellency, but your physique is a very rare specimen. It would be a waste to simply make you a Space Marine.”

"I really didn't want to see this happen, so I acted a little hastily."

"If you are willing to abandon your identity as a Space Marine and study anti-psychic energy with me, the Sage, you will surely achieve even greater success than the Space Marines."

“Sage, I can assure you that I will not harm your body.”

“I advise you to stop trying to deceive people under the guise of cooperation. If you really want to obtain research data, then I suggest you make a proposal from my perspective.”

Hades impatiently shoveled his scythe into the ground.

"time is limited."

Hades would be more than happy if the sage before him were truly willing to cooperate with him.

But it seems the sage still intends to knock him unconscious and take him away.

Hades pondered for a moment. At present, in the eyes of the other party, he was just a Space Marine with a special physique, and had not shown any other value.

He decided to lay some bait.

"To put it simply, my interest in your anti-psy research stems from my Primarch's desire to establish an anti-psy force within the Legion and to research anti-psy weapons."

"How about we cooperate with a legion, providing the relevant technology, while not interfering with your research?"

First, see if the fish will take the bait.

The mechanical sage swayed slightly, and the two stones hanging from his robes wobbled.

What's the difference between cooperating with the Legion and cooperating with the Empire?

"Thank you for your kind offer, but I, the Sage, do not wish to participate in cooperation with the Legion."

"You can't continue this conversation like this."

The other party's desired cooperation meant Hades leaving his original organization and participating in a personal capacity, but Hades did not think so.

"We provide the funding, you just need to provide the technology, or even just anti-pseudo equipment, and you're not willing to do that?"

"And I can also participate in your experiment."

Sage Kirkland fell silent again.

It seems that Hades was not interested in his own proposal, but was very persistent in pursuing his research findings.

And it was impossible for him to agree to conduct research for the Empire.

He would first pretend to agree to the other party's proposal, ask for some basic information, and then immediately delete the information stream and leave Mars after Hades returned.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"Your terms are truly tempting,"

So my answer was, yes,

"But it would be too hasty to discuss cooperation at this time, and besides, I cannot ascertain how much of your legion you can actually represent."

"Let's discuss this at another time another day. I, the wise one, will also go back to make more detailed preparations."

This is an attempt to escape.

With your hideout exposed, do you think you can escape?

If Hades returns unharmed and the sage stops contacting him, he will immediately contact Makado (he has no choice but to send her the sage's address).

If this sage contacts him again later for a detailed discussion, then it might be worthwhile to wait and see.

Time was running out, and Hades was unwilling to send his own edited distress message directly to the Jordanian sage.

"I hope you make the right choice, wise one, Lan Ze."

Hades looked at the sage, but Kirkland remained in his original state, his mechanical face revealing nothing of the other's thoughts.

The conversation was unpleasant, and neither party achieved their goal.

Hades sighed inwardly and gestured for the other party to leave.

However, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of the Kirkland sage.

"Your Excellency Hades, as compensation, I will give you the handling and control codes for Gold-306."

"As a further apology, I also have a stasis grenade here, which I would like to offer to you."

"So, sir, would you mind?"

Can you do what?

"Could you please use your anti-psychic field to envelop me, the Sage?"

Hades remained silent.

Then, he held up the obituary and placed it directly on the sage's shoulders.

As if realizing what Hades was doing, the other party did not resist at all.

The black field spread, and flashes of light began to appear on the other party—some electronic devices had malfunctioned.

After Hades silently removed the scythe, a long, drawn-out electronic boom echoed from the other side.

"That's it!"

Dust billowed into the sky as Hades stood there, watching the enormous garbage truck slowly disappear into the distance.

Both of them harbored their own ulterior motives.

The sage who obtained the surface data had no choice but to spare Hades, otherwise Hades' pre-edited distress message would have been sent.

Even so, the sage planned to leave Mars for a while after making a false promise.

Hades, who had prior knowledge of the Sage's location, chose to report it immediately upon returning.

The only thing the two sides could possibly agree on was the stasis grenade that Hades was holding.

A roar erupted, and the wolves charged forward.

Manning whistled.

"I've been watching you chat with that mechanical lump from a distance, and you've finally finished!"

"In the end, they didn't fight!"

Hades smiled and got into the car.

"go!"

The sage from last time slowly emerged from the darkness and looked at Hades, who had just returned to his private lounge.

"You actually lured him out."

Then the mechanical arm behind the sage slowly extended, revealing the intricate patterns of Macado.

Hades silently removed his helmet, and the moment he saw the secret pattern, he sent the sage's address to the other party.

The woman raised an eyebrow; she had been unable to intercept them all along.

"You also cracked his key?"

Hades nodded.

"When the negotiations failed, he started thinking about arresting me."

"You should work with him in your personal capacity."

The sage Collier Zesi spoke,