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

Hades took another deep breath. If what he had just said was merely speculation, from this moment on, Hades' alarm bells were ringing loudly.

His scalp was numb.

“Sage, send out a distress signal.”

"what?"

"Never mind all that, now, immediately, right now."

Hades blinked.

"If everything is alright by then, let me negotiate with the rescue team."

"But now, go and ask for help quickly."

Hades said through gritted teeth.

Endurance, unknown.

“Karastiphon’s recent behavior has been unusual; he keeps heading toward areas that are untouchable.”

Fernando shifted subtly. Now? At this moment?

Furthermore, why would a psychic wander into an area inhabited by untouchables?

"I gonna go see."

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Chapter 117 Don't be a coward, just do it!

Endurance.

Mortarian stood on the observation deck, the dim shadows of the room enveloping the body of the Lord of Death. In the distance, the Galapa star system appeared as a bright dot, slowly floating in the universe.

Silence. But Mortarian knew that the people up there were wailing.

This is a completely distorted country.

The ruling knightly order of Galaspar brutally oppressed their people.

The sky above the main planet is shrouded in the exhaust fumes of chemical plants, and the rivers flow with murky yellow chemicals. The people murmur in the bottom nest, having long since become numb, apathetic, and submissive under the rule of chemical drugs.

The ruling class would be reformed, their arms fitted with instruments of torture for whipping, and injected with entirely different chemicals to keep them brutal and belligerent.

And above these people, tormented by drugs and life to the point of losing everything, are those carefree supreme rulers.

All they need to do is stay intact in the top nest, occasionally check the data from the bottom and middle nests, and then kill all the tea workers involved because today's black tea is not palatable.

The tyrants of the Knights lay languidly in their paradise, knowing that no one could challenge their position.

Beyond the main planet, countless subsidiary planets were terraformed, bulky and massive anti-invasion systems were installed, and huge turrets and torpedo arsenals filled the orbits of each subsidiary planet.

This is a heavily armed and extremely difficult-to-conquer star system.

Even if this civilization lacks the technology for long-distance travel, they don't need it. All they need is to lie here safely and warmly.

Therefore, they declined the empire's invitation.

The pioneering ships sent by the Empire to explore were shot down.

However, they were not the only ones who were cowardly and afraid of death.

Imperial Army bureaucrats shelved the attack on Galaspa.

A lockdown, that's what they suggested.

The reason is that the Empire does not have enough troops in this star system, and the other two legions are fighting the orcs.

In their projections, the battle for Galaspa would be a protracted tug-of-war, with the Empire needing to besiege the system and slowly tear apart its galactic defenses bit by bit.

absurd.

This is the conclusion given by Mortarion.

Tyrants are rampaging, and humanity is wailing. Apart from their race, the ruling class on Galaspa is no different from that of Barbalus.

The trial has ended.

Mortalian stared indifferently at the cold Galapa star system.

Let misfortune and death go hand in hand.

He will sentence them to death.

Let the Death Guard end all of this.

Planet 373, Sigma.

Hades, looking like a fat mouse, poked his head out of the shuttle again.

Jin stood outside the shuttle, puzzled, a question mark appearing on the display screen, awaiting their second journey.

In the distance, the first group of friars had arrived in the city and begun searching and exploring.

The sound wave detection revealed that the underground areas were still the same food storage rooms, and there were no undead wearing bathrobes.

Simple protective barriers were placed around the plaza of the Black Stone Obelisk by the Guardians of the Faith, awaiting the sages to come and study them further.

Apart from the atmospheric changes in the sky, which prevented the shuttle fleet from taking off normally, and the fact that the distress signal sent earlier was not known to have been received by any fleet, everything was proceeding according to a fairly typical planetary archaeology process.

With no enemies, no witchcraft, and no large arsenal discovered, the planet's armed forces remain at the regional level.

Only agricultural systems that still follow established codes, those carts loaded with food.

Hades scratched his head. Was he being too sensitive?

After seeing those bizarre records for the first time, Hades decisively fled and then stayed there for a while, relying solely on information from drones and the Guardians of the Faith to conduct his research.

He carefully examined the information from the village again and even called over the Sage Kirkland to ponder it together.

Ultimately, they concluded that this was a perfectly normal civilization involved in psychic research.

Throughout human history, there have been quite a few civilizations that designed psionic beings during their golden ages, and many more were even more extreme.

The research on psionic energy here is clearly still at the experiential stage of "you mix this and this together and then you get that".

Hades ransacked the village again, finding notes left behind by the villagers that boasted about "the latest scientific research results" and "recommended investment" and other such nonsense.

Of course, the technology they touted the most was its ability to relieve weakness and headaches.

This seems to be a side effect of the Exorcising Dead Zone.

Although many things, such as illness, Mercury retrograde, bad geographical location, and seeing ghosts, can be hastily explained away as weakness and headaches, Hades still felt that this might be the manifestation of mortals being exposed to a low concentration of anti-psychic energy field.

Hades quickly summarized the current intelligence.

In short, the largest city on this planet was built around a black stone obelisk.

Further out of the city, there are "research" villages that study psychic powers.

Currently, there should be two factions surrounding this lost civilization.

According to data from the frontline friars, the city has a large number of churches and religious sculptures.

Based on the previous record, it should be a rather old-fashioned and traditional plot, with the technocrats reforming the religious factions or something like that.

Interestingly, the tech-savvy group here seems to be researching psychic powers, while the religious group seems to be advocating for the obelisk as their deity.

So how exactly did the humans here become extinct?

How strange, it just seems so strange.

Perhaps he lacks experience.

Hades, Hades, he still knew too little.

Seeing Hades silently contemplating life while gazing at the intelligence reports, the Sage Kirkland, unusually normal for once, stretched out his longest extension and patted Hades on the shoulder from behind.

"It's normal."

Kirkland said,

“I have seen civilizations that uploaded their will to wet devices and eventually perished; I have seen civilizations that became obsessed with mechanical simulations and eventually died out due to low birth rates; I have also seen civilizations whose rulers used virtual characters to control the entire civilization, creating a nihilistic faith and ultimately becoming extinct.”

“Countless small civilizations that did not master biological cloning technology were gradually consumed by their own internal conflicts.”

"There are more comments on the code of the psychic who lead people in an attempt to overthrow the existing ruling class than there are on the code of the sage."

Yes, there's another question about Hades: why is the woman named "Ribbo" an untouchable, yet she's promoting "psychic powers"?

But, amidst the sage's rambling electric currents, Hades fell into deep thought. No matter how amiss things seemed, reality was reality.

The current situation is that nothing threatening has been found, except that Hades himself has been making unfounded accusations.

According to the Sage Kirkland, the special weather conditions in the atmosphere will also disappear soon.

Was he overthinking things this time?

After confirming that there was no threat from the information sent by the Guardians of the Faith, Hades decided to go to the obelisk square to take a look.

And the Sage Kirkland will also be accompanying us this time.

■■，■■。

"Save us!"

Weak, feeble groans echoed in the desolate underground space, permeated with the stench of decay.

"Oh, child, keep your voice down."

The rotten ones surged up from the pool of liquid.

A rotting body emerges from the dense mass of human bodies.

"he came."

"The corrupt one muttered to himself."

The moment those despised by the benevolent father set foot on this planet, the corrupt had already won.

He can't escape.

Carefully prepared bait, a multitude of offerings, at the critical juncture of the subspace and the physical universe.

Eliminate its existence and delay the inevitable.

A loving father will appreciate a corrupt one.

The screws that have been jamming the gears of fate are about to be removed, and fate will continue to move along its predetermined path with perfect precision.

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Chapter 118 Churches and False Confessions

Hades, carrying a stun gun, walked in the middle of the main force.

With the experience gained last time, and with the friars clearing further obstacles to facilitate the entry of larger research equipment, the journey was significantly faster this time.

They soon passed the village they had visited before and headed towards the city.

The forest was quiet; the animals here didn't seem to make much noise. Apart from the Guardians constantly making the servo skulls sing mechanical hymns from every angle, there was no other sound.

Soon, the first building came into view.

This is a simple little church, with black as its main color, and simple green lines outlining it.

Hades went inside, looking left and right.

Some prayers were carved on the stone pulpit, and Hades quickly translated their contents.

[God's blessings are boundless, protecting this land and ensuring its peace and prosperity.]

[Benevolent gods, protect my enduring legacy and keep me away from chaotic wandering.]

[When enduring...]

The part was crossed out with a sword or something similar, so it's impossible to see what it was.

Hades could roughly deduce that it was nothing more than the usual rhetoric of asking believers to donate money and make offerings.

Since Hades assumed that the religion here worshipped the black obelisk of that space necromancer, he no longer looked at these strange religions with such curiosity.

He was curious as to why the people here would choose to worship a device left behind by a foreign race as their faith.