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

Hades paused for a moment.

"I don't really want to be dragged away as a guinea pig."

"Well, that guy is a stubborn one. He really hates the Emperor from Terra, and that's where his motivation comes from."

"How should I know? I thought he had a flexible bottom line when it came to interests."

Hearing this, Collier Jersey was amused and gave a slight smile.

"That's very true."

But the expression vanished in an instant.

"In his eyes, cooperating with the Legion is no different from cooperating with the Emperor."

"Lord Macado has always admired the sage's achievements, but unfortunately the sage has been reluctant to show himself."

"I was originally planning to let you give it a try, but it seems that the other party really hates the Emperor."

"So what are you planning to do next?"

"arrest."

"With this defeat, no one will be there to protect him. Just follow the usual procedure."

"He will also give you a copy of his research results depending on the circumstances, but generally after an arrest, there won't be many left that can be successfully obtained."

The sage will destroy their crystals on the spot, delete the information, and cancel the key.

"By the way, Lord Makado and Lord Mortalian may arrive on Mars soon."

After delivering the message, Collier Jersey prepared to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Hades.

Hades realized from his conversation with the sage "Lanze" that the sage's anti-psychic research capabilities were extremely strong, and it would be a great waste to give up on him.

It's simply an emotional issue; I have an extreme dislike for emperors, not because of political or economic factors.

"Could we ask him to talk to the Death Guard again? I think there's still a chance."

Collier Jersey gave Hades a strange look, nodded, and left again.

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Chapter 102 The Story of Jin 306

The workshop was no different from usual. The preliminary armor parts lay quietly, while a large plasma cutter methodically cut the refined gold along a predetermined path.

But everything was different. The figure that used to move among the machines was now standing in the very center of Hades’ work area. The electronic screen that usually displayed various expressions was now dim and lifeless.

On the frayed edge of the golden robe, tiny hairs floated haphazardly, some even falling to the ground.

Hades turned his gaze to him—without making any attempt to struggle.

Kim-306 locked most of its joint engines, exposed the underlying code, turned off the firewall, and waited quietly there.

They await judgment from Hades.

This is what the weak are like.

When the gap in strength is completely insurmountable, taking the initiative to show weakness and surrender is a wise choice for the weak to preserve themselves.

Hades blinked, then checked and scanned Jin again to make sure he wasn't carrying anything like a self-destructing molten metal bomb.

Then Hades looked at Jin, the mechanical servant of the god, who stood there lifelessly as if his computer had crashed, but the intense current flowing through the cables in the helmet's image told Hades that this life was vibrant.

Hades sighed.

"Your plan is, Kim-306?"

Hades had originally used Jin's connection to expose the "Lanze" sage, and was using the scheme against him. He didn't feel betrayed at this moment; rather, he realized Jin's betrayal from the very beginning.

Compared to Jin's apparent indifference, he was extremely cautious and careful every time he contacted the sage, with a mixture of urgency and fear in his heart.

By having the sage casually mention executing Jin as an apology, and by instantly giving Hades control of Jin, Hades had already determined that Jin was probably just a worker forced to do odd jobs.

Hmm. In their previous interactions, Jin and Hades cooperated quite well. Although their usual friendship was just an act, Hades didn't really want to execute a mechanical servant just like that.

He still needs an assistant.

As long as Jin's management code remains, Hades has nothing to worry about.

The code these sages designed and implanted into the mechanical devices under their control was extremely domineering, but it was precisely this that ensured their apprentices would not betray them.

Why should workers make things difficult for workers?

Jin's electronic screen remained a dim black, but his speaker began to work, emitting a cold, harsh mechanical sound.

"King-306 is at your disposal, sir."

He knew all along that this would be his fate.

Individuals cannot determine their own destiny; destiny is determined from the very beginning.

Jin-306's life began with the natural birth of two lowly divine servants, but as a natural human on Mars who had not undergone genetic screening and editing, only destruction and the path to becoming a machine servant awaited him.

But the Kirkland Sage found him, who had been abandoned by his parents and was on the verge of death, and took him away.

According to the Sage Kirkland, when he found Gold-306, Gold-306's soul fluctuations were very weak, leading the Sage to mistakenly believe that he had found an Untouchable.

But in reality, a defective product is a defective product; his weak soul fluctuations were simply due to prolonged hunger.

The sage originally intended to destroy him, but Jin won the sage's attention with his caution and keen observation, and was successfully fitted with a large number of mechanical parts, becoming a mechanical servant.

After that, Kim stood there. Based on the previous preliminary analysis, the Kirkland Sage added an electronic screen that could display a large number of expressions to him, as well as state-of-the-art simulated voices.

However, during his contact with the target, Kim-306 realized that there were other, different things in the world.

"Strange" is the word that appears most frequently in Jin's logical template when he is in contact with Hades.

A weak sense of class consciousness, an overly optimistic attitude, and a habit of encouraging others.

This is a person completely different from those mechanical sages, and also completely different from those imperial bureaucrats.

He is more like a good person in the traditional sense.

Perhaps Kim is doing the wrong thing, Kim thought.

But he couldn't do it; not everyone has the right to do the right thing.

So Jin silently implanted the detonation code into the motorcycle's engine, then stood there watching Hades drive away.

The sage did not give Jin any further instructions, and Jin knew what that meant: he had been abandoned.

He cannot escape on his own.

The remaining wet glands are secreting hormones; is this what regret is?

Since he has already been sentenced to death, why not change the order?

I don't know about Kim-306.

He simply walked back to his usual assistant position and then put himself into low-power mode.

However, Hades returned, carrying his own control code.

Ah, no wonder Kim-306 was puzzled; it turns out the target knew Kim-306's true identity.

The target comes, bringing judgment.

It is enough to know how you died before you die.

however--

"Do you have nowhere to go now?"

"If you promise not to betray me, then you can continue to be my assistant, and I will forgive and forget what happened before."

? !

Jin spoke. If he had vocal cords, would his voice tremble?

"Why, sir?"

"Jin-306 doesn't understand."

Hades scratched his face as usual.

In Jin's database, this behavior represents Hades knowing the whole story but using it when he's thinking about how to brush off other people's questions.

"Maybe it's because I only have one assistant now, and if you leave, I'll really be left all alone."

Following the useful reasoning, Jin automatically filtered out Hades's strange words.

The logic circuits were flashing. According to the rules of the Technical Sergeant Base, even if Gold-306 was erased, other mechanical servants would immediately take its place.

They all know it.

Jin turned on his electronic screen, and familiar blue dots began to jump, forming a small, primal, and simple expression—

"Yes, Lord Hades of Deathguard, King-306 is now at your service."

This first emoji in human history represents the most primal form of goodwill.

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Chapter 103 War Dogs, Let Me Tell You Something

Recently, it is a very vague concept, depending on the common customs and agreements between the two parties.

But clearly, a Martian sage and a Barbarosian farmer had not reached any consensus on this matter.

Afterwards, Hades first spoke with King.

He then meticulously prepared data needed by the legion, as well as an analysis report on how the Fourteenth Legion could maximize the sustainable exploitation of Martian resources.

However, instead of the ships from Terra, the ships that were supposed to set sail for the Twelfth Legion were about to depart.

Among the Martian technical sergeants, the war dog Perez was one of the better ones. He was meticulous yet easygoing, and calmer and gentler than the average war dog.

Aside from topics related to Primarchs, he got along well with most of the Tech Sergeants.

So without a doubt, most of the technical sergeants came to see him off the night before he was to leave.

First came the Iron Warriors, who gifted the war dog Perez a rare 478 Phillips head screw and its matching nut. Then came the Imperial Fist, who presented him with a book on architecture.

Next came the banners hand-woven by the Ultramarines themselves, with meticulous stitches; exquisitely carved combat daggers from salamanders; and artwork by the Sons of the Emperor—oh, the same ones given by the Blood Angels and the Sons of the Emperor.

The space wolves did not bring any gifts, even though the game they ate that day was provided by the wolves.

Despite the lively scene, the figure who is usually active in the crowd was nowhere to be seen.

"Perhaps it's because of that incident."

A few days ago, Death Guard Hades encountered some unexpected events during a hunting trip with Wild Wolf and White Scar. Completely unusual events occurred: his motorcycle exploded and was left in pieces, and—

Hades, covered in blood.

The technical sergeants, of course, didn't ask any further questions.

So the farewell party for the war dog Perez continued in the absence of one person. Everyone tacitly avoided mentioning the active Death Guard and focused only on the protagonist of the evening's farewell party.

As night deepened, the technical soldiers gradually left, and soon only a few war dogs remained. Perez was leaving the next day, and they planned to stay up all night to say a few more words before parting.

However, the doors to the hall were slowly opened.

The last person to arrive was absent, arriving late.

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm late."

Hades smiled apologetically at his war dog, Perez.

Perez blinked. What was Hades doing here at this time?

"Well... time was tight, and due to personal reasons, I didn't prepare any farewell gift."

"But I have a similar prophecy here. Would you be interested in hearing it?"

"About your Primarchs."

Perez raised an eyebrow in surprise. He looked around and found that the other war dogs were also looking at him in surprise.

"can."