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

A strange, faint light was ahead.

He turned to look at Hades, and even though Macado was short, at that moment he looked like a giant.

Golden light surrounded Macado.

The old man's eyes were fixed intently on Hades.

"Or, let me give you a very simple example,"

"Even though you've done a lot of work so far, the fate of Death Guard is still not as clear as you think."

"Betrayal or loyalty, life or death, no one knows until the game is over."

"Your efforts may be in vain, and you may die on the road to your efforts."

"Or worse, your efforts may have the exact opposite effect."

"So it's not too late to regret it now."

"You can regret your past actions and give up everything. I will arrange for you to work as a clerk on an obscure planet, where you can live out the rest of your life in peace."

"Or you can choose to follow us, become a backup plan for one person, and then die on this road."

Hades swallowed hard.

He... he really wanted to choose the first option.

After all, in his previous life, he was just an ordinary person living a quiet life.

But now, after experiencing this world, after the Barbarus incident, after the Fourteenth Legion incident, can he still choose that option with an open and honest heart?

Can he really leave everything behind without any burden and just walk away on his own?

As humanity inevitably slides into the abyss, can he truly remain unscathed?

Under the nest, have the eggs finished?

Furthermore, he has already arrived here.

Looking back now and abandoning everything just doesn't seem right.

Hades spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse.

"It's all here."

He said.

Makado looked at him with a complicated expression, but eventually slowly looked away.

"it is good."

So they walked together into the light.

A blinding white light suddenly appeared, revealing a large hall composed of geometric shapes. Colorful parchment scrolls were haphazardly pasted onto the walls, red iron beams supported the hall, and countless experimental devices were placed here at random.

Hidden within the hall is a narrow tunnel that seems to lead directly to the Martian core, faintly glowing with a blood-red light.

A man stood in the middle of the hall, holding a greatsword in both hands. He looked haggard, and a pattern of two wings that were gradually tightening was prominently displayed on his forehead.

"Dragon Guardian, Simon."

Makado's voice rang out, introducing the man to Hades.

The man didn't speak. He stepped forward, while Macado waved his arms in the air a few times, his intricate patterns shimmering in the air.

Simon examined it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, he bowed and withdrew.

Before leaving, he turned off the lights in the lobby.

In the dimly lit hall, the red light seeping from the side tunnel became the only source of illumination.

Hades followed Macado.

"This is one of the few things I can do for you."

Macado sighed.

“After this, we can’t give you anything, we can’t tell you anything, but you and I both know what you have to face.”

"Good luck."

A burst of golden light erupted!

The hunched old man was instantly enveloped in blinding golden spiritual energy, and an oppressive aura that made it impossible for anyone to stand upright appeared before Hades—

That's the Emperor's psychic power!

Macardo was like a fiercely burning torch; his withered body was engulfed in flames, and the emperor's psychic presence faintly appeared on the old man.

He stretched out a hand, and with a sudden burst of strength, he shoved Hades into the deep tunnel.

"Go and explore the wisdom of the dragon."

"This is just a dream. As long as you follow along, you can wake up in the end."

Hades felt his body plummeting rapidly—

What will I encounter?

He shouted,

Everything you can't understand!

"Macado, or the Emperor," the face shouted from the receding cave entrance.

"Everything is absurd!"

And so he fell, fell into the dragon's dreamland.

There's another one today.

Chapter 108 Don Quixote, but the Emperor Slays the Dragon

Hades felt a chill down his spine and opened his eyes with some displeasure.

The azure sky was reflected in his dark eyes, dotted with fluffy white clouds.

His mind was a little fuzzy, and he couldn't remember anything. He blinked unconsciously, and the bright blue sky stung his eyes, bringing tears to his eyes.

"I'm so tired," he thought.

So Hades decided to close his eyes and continue sleeping.

However, something wet interrupted his plans to sleep.

A mule nudged its way along, licking Hades' face with its mouth; the rough tongue sent a shiver down Hades' spine.

"Hey, get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Hades had to get up and push away the mule that was frantically licking him with both hands.

He stood up from the field and felt even colder on his back.

Where am i?

Hades thought.

Beside him was a beautiful, shimmering river.

He was now standing on the edge of the paddy field, where the rice was growing lushly, and in the distance, some people with brown skin were working in the fields.

The water is flowing, the rice seedlings are growing, people are plowing the fields, and the mule is still trying to lick his face.

He was the only one standing there, completely clueless, with nothing on his mind.

Hades decided to follow his instincts first.

He looked at the mule, which was pitifully thin, bony, and looked a little lame.

But it has a bridle, which proves that it has an owner.

So Hades took the mule and the mule, being very obedient, followed him at a leisurely pace.

Should we go find its owner first?

Hades looked into the mule's big eyes and made his decision.

He started walking along the ridge of the field.

The farmers in the fields would glance at him from time to time, their eyes filled with curiosity, but they would only look at him from afar before lowering their heads to continue their work.

When Hades led the mule to the end of the road, there stood a mud house with a thatched roof.

Simple, but just right.

An ordinary middle-aged man was standing in front of the house, his long hair tied up and his clothes tidying up.

He was dressed in linen clothes, draped in a simple, thin, light gray armor, and held a very ordinary sword in his hand, which was plain.

Hades suddenly felt that he should give him the mule.

Are you the owner of this mule?

he asks.

The middle-aged man glanced at him, then unceremoniously snatched the mule's reins from Hades's hands.

"No."

He says,

"But now it's mine."

"Oh dear, what's wrong with you? Why are you like this?"

Hades panicked; he couldn't just lose someone else's mule like that.

The middle-aged man glanced at Hades with a smug yet strange expression.

"Do you know whose it originally belonged to?"

"...Um...I don't know."

Hades was stumped by his question and stammered.

“That’s fine. I need a mule, and nobody wants this mule, so it’s mine.”

What do you need a mule for?

Hades watched as the middle-aged man skillfully mounted the skinny mule.

"Go slay the dragon."

The man spoke casually, as if he were just riding a mule to take a stroll around the village entrance.

He kicked the mule twice, and the mule reluctantly grunted, shook its head, and slowly, with a limp, began to walk.

Dragon slaying?!

ha? ? ?

Hades hurried after them, but the mule moved very slowly, so he was able to keep up with them on foot.

"Wait, slay a dragon?!"

The middle-aged man, riding a mule, glanced down at him.

"Ah."

Hades was completely confused; what was all this about?

He looked into the distance and saw only blue skies, rice paddies, and farmers; there was no trace of gunpowder or dragons.

This guy must be crazy.

he thinks.

But Hades was also very curious, so he decided to follow the madman for a while, just in case he really saw a dragon.

So he followed the man riding the mule at a leisurely pace. The madman, on the other hand, acted very seriously, keeping a straight face the whole time.

The surrounding villagers all saw them and greeted the man kindly, but when they saw Hades, they smiled and left.

Hades blinked. What was wrong with him?

He looked at his hands; they were rough and pale, as if they had been soaked in something highly corrosive.