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

Plants that are completely impossible to grow, and animals that completely defy the laws of evolution.

How do those eagles covered in pus take flight? How do those plants rooted in toxins produce low-toxicity fruits?

The biological sage's logical calculation system is boiling.

Here's a joke:

Extreme star field.

Tzeentch was laughing, but unfortunately Guilliman's psionic energy was either zero or negative, so he didn't hear anything.

The Mars Roll, Over!

Today's update includes a bonus chapter.

To be honest, I'm organizing the content to start the next volume, so today's 4k-word extra chapter (updated late) is in that extra chapter volume.

By the way, the Lion King is back today!!!

Chapter 113 Running Away, I'm Not Learning Anymore

Mars, four years later.

Hades was sitting in the canteen of the technical sergeant base, a rare occurrence for him, surrounded by technical sergeants from other legions.

They came to see Hades off.

The red soil on the Martian wasteland churned and rolled under the storms, and time quietly slipped by.

Sigh, the scene of saying goodbye to Moon Wolf is still vivid in my mind, and in the blink of an eye, it's time for him to leave.

Hades shouldn't have left at this time; he should have been the second to last person to leave among this group.

But he had already finished reading them all!

Hades, having conquered Mars, was all smiles. He directly received his graduation code and his own exclusive binary badge as a technical sergeant from the Jordanian sage.

The Jordanian sage's hunched and massive body crowded in front of his workbench, his red robe slowly hanging down, with cables intricately woven into it, and blue pulses surging within them as if alive.

"Congratulations, Sergeant Hades of the Death Guard. From now on, you can go to the front lines as a qualified technical sergeant."

“You could have stayed a little longer. I think the base could have taught you more with such a talented technical sergeant.”

"Thank you for your kindness, Jordanian sage."

"But my legion is calling me back to my ranks."

Hades nodded. In fact, he had already speedrunned the game a while ago, but he had been delaying his departure because he was inquiring about which fleet on Mars could transport him to the Death Guard Legion.

Generally speaking, most technical sergeants leave Mars aboard fleets that transport weapons and ammunition from their own legions. These fleets often bring in a new batch of technical sergeants as well. Unfortunately, because the Death Guard has not yet waged a truly large-scale war and is well-equipped, they do not need additional ammunition from Mars.

It's impossible to send a fleet just to pick him up. Besides, the Death Guard has already received orders to go to the Vasalius war zone, and the massive legion is currently rushing to the front lines at full power.

Death flew out from the Barbarus star system where he resided, his black robes fluttering, eagerly seeking his first victim.

Hades could only keep an eye on the recent movements of the Martian transport ships, but the bad news was that the legions fighting the Greenskins there did not need support from Mars in the rear.

But now, the Sage of Kirkland has contacted Hades, claiming he has found the source of the ornament Hades had previously inquired about—

This ornament was discovered during the cleanup of a spaceship. The sage who found it traced its origins back to the spaceship's home planet based on information found on the ship.

Since there was no technology on the wrecked ship that would attract the sage's attention, the planet quietly remained on the sage's planet list. The sage merely sent a small team to conduct a preliminary scan of the planet, retrieved a few anti-aging technologies for the machines, and then shelved the planet.

Until the Sage Kirkland took the initiative to approach this sage.

“I knew you people who admire alien technology would come looking for me.”

To the unmechanized eyes of the sage, the world appears as a murky white fog, but the logical operations skilled in calculation are activated.

"Yes, your judgment is correct."

"Then, let's talk about the price."

The Kirkland Sage, who appeared to be an ordinary mechanical sage, spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, his small black stone pendant swaying as he walked.

The computational engines of the two sages ignited simultaneously! This was a war against waves, a war that abandoned traditional languages ​​and relied purely on binary code!

Hades, of course, had no idea about the bargaining battle between the two sages; he only knew that the Kirkland sage had come to inform him as a victor.

"Lord Hades, I've found it!"

What did you find?

Hades, who had long forgotten about asking Kirkland a few years ago and was now stuck in the information garbage heap in his mind, was completely bewildered.

"?"

"I've found that piece of jewelry you asked me about before!"

The Sage Kirkland emitted an unintelligible, crackling sound, as if condemning Hades's forgetfulness.

"Oh ah!"

Hades remembered.

"How was that?"

So the Sage Kirkland quickly sent the intelligence data package he had obtained to Hades.

This is a lost human planet, but for some reason, there are no living humans on it anymore.

Human-inhabited cities have been abandoned on this planet.

But that's not the point. The point is that there's a small, black obelisk on this planet.

Based on the information sent by the Sage, Hades initially determined that this was a black stone device established by the Necromancers in the physical universe to shield the subspace.

These blackstone structures come in all shapes and sizes, but most of them can calm the tides of the warp, making the physical world more stable.

Some Blackstone devices are deliberately built in worlds where the physical universe and the barriers to the subspace are weak, in order to stabilize the space there.

Although some black stone devices may spew out undead, not all black stone structures are buried with space undead wrapped in oil paper. This planet has only one lonely black stone device, and it was once colonized by humans, so it is highly unlikely that there are any undead buried underground.

Hades thought for a moment, then spoke.

"You should go and see that planet."

"That black stone obelisk is very valuable."

"Aren't you going, sir?"

Hades blinked. Perhaps he should go?

But the Death Guard's first battle, the Battle of Galaspa, was about to begin, and he really didn't want to miss the Legion's first operation.

"I'm still waiting for the fleet that will soon be heading to the Vasarius theater of war on Mars."

Kirkland Sage's black stone pendant swayed, and bright reflections shone from it.

"My lord, you may proceed to this planet first. I have discovered that a forging world near this planet is primarily responsible for the supplies of the 11th Fleet in the Vasarius Theater."

Hades blinked. What a coincidence?

He quickly gathered information and finally discovered that it really was such a coincidence.

Moreover, compared to Mars, which has never sent out fleets, this route is actually faster.

The Death Guard is still on its way and has not received any news from Galaspa. Even when they arrive, Mortalian will need to prepare for a while.

"Okay, then I'll go too."

"Let's go now."

Before the sage left, Hades numbly reached out his hand once more.

That's why Hades is now surrounded by the tech sergeants, and to his relief, most of the gifts his brothers give him are food.

Manning the wolf gritted his teeth as he tossed and turned over the game he had hunted this time, the aroma of roasted meat wafting through the air.

Hades knew why the wolf was gritting its teeth—because he was about to leave. So yesterday, Hades dragged the wolf into the dueling cage and gave it a big beating.

Hades guessed that Manning the wolf was still injured.

The Ultra Warrior Septimius chatted with Hades with a smile on his face.

"I was thinking that after I left, you would take care of the new batch of Ultra Warriors, but I didn't expect you to go back first."

Hades laughed loudly.

"Then I'll trouble you to take care of the Death Guards that are coming next!"

Then Hades looked at Sevius with a knowing expression.

"Remember to forward the data package I shared with you."

After seven years of dedicated study, Hades compiled a "Survival Guide for Mars Technicians," which includes everything from how to crack the behavioral codes of most of the base's servants to the analysis of the behavioral patterns of the Jordanian sages, aiming to give new technicians the best possible experience on Mars.

Seeing Hades staring at him with shining eyes, Septius swore he used all the political and diplomatic skills he had learned in the Ultramarines to keep his mouth from twitching.

Servius was shocked when he first saw the data packet Hades sent him.

How should I put it? Hades is writing something very new.

Servius swore he had never seen this type of writing before. Although it seemed frivolous, when he read it carefully, he found that it explained in simple terms how to obtain the most benefits from the Mars technology base with the least amount of effort.

Hades even mastered a template without any instruction, which was very similar to the template used internally by the Ultramarines for handling official documents.

This was truly...shocking to them.

Although technical sergeants arrive every Terran year, they only learn and then leave.

Tech sergeants like Ultramarines and Shadowmoon Wolves will consciously introduce new tech sergeants to other legions to facilitate their subsequent learning and life.

The master forging experts in the legion, after finding satisfactory technical sergeants, would also offer some additional advice and precautions.

But Hades, for example, created a document specifically for learning and living on Mars and chose to distribute it directly.

Only one available!

Or perhaps no one else possesses Hades's level of awareness!

This is truly the mark of a powerful person.

Whether it's his faster-than-everyone training speed, his invincible figure in the dueling cage, or this "Survival Guide for Martian Technicians"—

This Death Guard completely outclasses them in every way!

And they don't even realize it.

Therefore, in private, the technical sergeants referred to Hades as "the Overlooker".

He was truly someone who stood on high ground, overlooking the numerous technical soldiers.

However, Hades was unaware that he had gained another nickname. He simply continued to look at Sevius with confidence, still waiting for this sensible Ultra Warrior to turn around and help the Death Guard later on.

"Definitely, that's very useful knowledge, Ultra Warrior, I will definitely pass it on to you, Septimius."

Servius said seriously,

"Oh, there's no need to be so strict!"

Hades happily accepted the biscuits, a farewell gift from the Ultramarines, from Septius.

Bring it to you!

Servius, in perfect unison, led the other Ultra Warriors around, allowing Hades to collect the other gifts.

Hmm. Iron Hand gave Hades a kind of hard pancake, Imperial Fist gave him a waffle stacked like a fortress, and Wild Wolf gave him a pile of roast meat.

There were no flashy, limited-edition screws, no amazing weapons, and even the fire salamanders only brought food. Hades felt incredibly gratified at that moment.

There's one more tonight.

Speaking of that recent video, Guilliman looks so young in it, and I even hallucinated that he looked like a mix of that judge from the "Nine-Turned Intestines" group and Trump (referring to Trump's political stance).

Chapter 114 Something's not right!

On the Martian port, flagships of all kinds flowed by, their metallic luster gleaming under the illumination of indicator lights, and the roar of plasma engines rising and falling.

Amidst the countless fleets taking off, a smaller fleet of ships also ignited their engines, broke free from Mars' gravity, and headed into space.

A celestial language from Pluto guided the spaceship into the stargate of the solar system, where subspace waves of brilliant blue-purple light surged.