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

Hades, holding a slug gun, followed behind a member of the Guardian Army's vanguard.

The branches were hastily cut and broken by the purser, and the grass was trampled. They were now walking on the forest path that the purser had previously cleared.

"We're almost at the first marker, sir."

The friar in front of Hades said,

"Ah."

Hades gave a perfunctory reply, casually pulled Jin, who was lagging behind, along with him, and continued onward.

"I hate this muddy ground."

Kim complained that this made his gears very uncomfortable.

Hades smiled and looked up. As far as the eye could see, a towering clock tower emerged from among the trees, with artificially carved vines entwined around its exterior walls.

They walked for a while longer.

As the trees thinned out and the sunlight became more abundant, off-white buildings came into view. In the open space was a sizable village, where several religious guards were stationed and continuing their exploration.

"Lord Hades, based on our initial assessment, this appears to be a village engaged in agricultural production and education."

The squad leader of the Guardians in front of him was now dutifully recounting the results of their previous exploration to Hades.

"Currently, the 785th squad of the Faith Guard has not found anything related to the Black Stone device that you are interested in at this location."

"The previous sages have already acquired some agricultural machinery technology here, but apart from that, there is probably no other useful technology here."

Hades blinked. He had never seen agriculture and education combined before, and this piqued his interest.

The exploration team was just about to take a short break here, so Hades took the opportunity to wander around.

Jin went to dry the moisture in his cables, while the Kirkland Sage wasn't in the group this time; the cautious sage wouldn't set off until he had finished checking all his life-saving devices.

Hades was keeping the Guardians within his sight, so he strolled around quite freely.

The village is dominated by low, white bungalows, most of which are used for accommodation and daily living.

It looks like a typical large rural village.

However, things changed when Hades reached the other end of the village.

A rustling sound sounded.

Hades raised his gun and leaned forward—

Some small, mobile machines busily moved between the bungalows, mostly carrying fruit or similar items.

Those oddly shaped little carts, carrying food, emerged from the forest and tirelessly headed off in another direction.

The guards sent earlier ignored this and continued their search.

"What is this?"

Hades looked at the convoy of food in front of him, utterly puzzled.

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Hades held a small car in his hand; its relatively simple mechanical structure was fully visible through the openwork frame.

Without an emergency response system, the car's wheels kept turning, trying to go in its intended direction.

Hades extended his finger and stopped the car's wheels.

Instantly, a tiny, adorable force feedback came from his fingertips.

It wasn't a very sophisticated instrument; Hades only managed to discover simple remote control commands when he hacked into its system.

Hades was completely bewildered, but fortunately someone came to answer his questions.

"Lord Hades, are you looking at Explorer Number 82?"

The escort soldier who had led the team earlier walked up to Hades. She was Yad-783, the leader of the squad.

Although it is impossible to tell from her appearance whether she is male or female, she claims to be female by birth.

"This is.?"

Hades fiddled with the toy car in his hand.

"These are the agricultural machines that remain on this planet. Even after humanity disappeared, they continue to travel along their predetermined paths, carrying out agricultural activities such as sowing, fertilizing, transporting, and harvesting."

"Their structure is simple yet ingenious, which allows them to continue functioning even after humans disappear."

"The anti-aging technology for machines that the sage collected earlier came from Explorer No. 82."

"Is that so?"

Hades blinked, then put down the toy car he was holding.

He even thoughtfully put the fruit that he had taken off the cart earlier back on.

The car got stuck twice, but quickly returned to the flow of traffic, seemingly busy doing something useless.

"Humanity has disappeared from this planet, but the machines are still working?"

Hades watched the car drive away and muttered to himself.

"Yes, sir, flesh and blood are inherently weak, and precise and coordinated mechanical structures are the true choice in the world."

The apostle, Yad, believed that this technical sergeant had grasped the greatness of the god of machines, and thus expressed his own sentiments.

A civilization may perish, but machinery will endure.

Unfortunately, Hades immediately followed up with the next line.

"But where did all that food end up? Did it just pile up in the warehouse and get moldy? It couldn't hold on, could it?"

Yad silently swallowed back the mechanical prayer she was about to recite, even though the sages she had followed usually chose to recite prayers at this time.

"Sir, there is a place nearby where food is stored. You can go and take a look. I will show you the way."

"it is good."

Traffic converged on a high point in the village.

Hades was lying on the ground in a completely unseemly manner, staring into the hole with one eye.

Several small carts surrounded him, trying in vain to pour food into the hole, but Hades blocked them, and they could only bump into Hades, one bump after another.

"Don't crash!"

Hades casually reached back and knocked the cart over, then continued to peer intently into the small hole.

The hole is too deep; I can't see anything.

Hades, having swept nothing away, could only stand up in frustration and watch the carts pour fruit down.

This open space is riddled with countless tiny potholes, where food from the massive flow of vehicles eventually ends up dumped.

"According to acoustic detection, there is a large food storage room below."

Yad's voice rang out.

"But since there is no loss, the spoiled food is turned into liquid fertilizer by the local agricultural system and re-fertilized in the forest."

Near the neatly arranged small holes, there were indeed some pipes expelling a yellowish-green liquid with a putrid odor.

Dense moss and fungi covered the pipe opening.

Specialized machinery drove over, collected the liquid, and then re-entered the dense forest.

"Are you sure you've thoroughly investigated this?"

"Yes, sir. There are many similar food collection points around villages and cities. We sampled five of them, and they were indeed full of food, but due to the damage to the storage system, most of it was already in a rotten, semi-liquid state."

Hades blinked; it seemed he had been overthinking it.

It would have been great if Barbarossa had this kind of technology back then—simple, brainless, and easy-to-use little machine.

But there's a high probability that these cars will be corroded by the toxic gas and won't last that long!

Even so, Hades still secretly memorized the structure of these machines, and once again restrained himself from taking off his helmet to eat a piece of fruit.

Not far from this platform was a spacious circular platform. With the mindset of "since I'm already here," Hades decided to take a stroll over there.

Simple geometric vines are carved on white stone pillars, and tiered outdoor seating surrounds the platform. At the very center of the circular platform, a steep lectern rises from the ground, carved with thorns and vines.

In the very center of the podium, a symbol of two hands holding the sun is carved from a wooden board, with vines wrapped around one of the hands.

"This should be a place for humans to preach and educate."

Yad's voice came dutifully from behind Hades, who was staring at the podium—

He leaped up abruptly, landing directly on the podium, where the Space Marine's massive body appeared somewhat crowded.

But Hades didn't pay much attention; his left brain showed fluctuations in electronic devices.

He manipulated the plasma cutter behind him, slowly slicing open the podium at minimum power—

A backuper?

Hades hesitated before plugging the backup device into the isolation chamber reader of his power armor.

[Transcript of Speech No. 126]

[Speaker: Ruibo]

Here's a picture of a little girl with long white hair; she's most likely Ruibo. She's wearing something like a white research robe, and a badge made of three twisted vines is pinned to her clothes.

Her face was full of aloofness and rationality, yet also mixed with rebellion.

However, that feeling of disgust can be felt even through a digital photograph—

Is this an untouchable?

Hades frowned subconsciously, then continued browsing the content.

We choose to believe in science.

Religions passed down from ancient times should be overthrown.

They demanded that we endure suffering and that we worship those eerie black buildings.

[Here, I want to say that there are no gods in this world; we should use science to explain everything.]

The recording ends here; what remains are excerpts from some technology discussions.

Hades frowned as he flipped through it, but found that it was more of a guide on how to use psionic energy step by step than a technological development document.

Are you sure that using human blood to power psychic abilities falls under the category of "scientific research"?

Although the Golden Age was a blasphemous era marked by the use of infant blood to power war machines.

Hades looked at it again and again, but the limited information and his limited psychic knowledge prevented him from discerning the true nature of the research.

Hades, the black building of the psychic religion, suddenly remembered that strange dream again.

A bishop dressed in black priest's attire.

"Help me kill her."

"she?"

Hades stared at the white-haired girl on the reader.

What exactly is going on?

Hades suddenly realized that this planet was clearly not as simple as just the death of all humanity.

Hades took a deep breath. Well, what's the first thing you do when you realize something's wrong?

He opened the Kirkland Sage's communication channel.

"Sage, is it safe for the spaceship to leave this planet now?"

“Oh! Lord Hades, I was just about to talk to you about this.”

"Just now, there was abnormal weather in the atmosphere above this planet, making it unsuitable for takeoff."

"But it doesn't matter, you should be able to catch up with the fleet that forges the world."