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

Chapter 117 106. Don't be cowardly, just do it!
Endurance.

Mortarion stood on the viewing platform, the dark shadows in the room enveloped the body of the Lord of Death, and in the distance, the Galaspar galaxy was like a bright dot slowly floating in the universe.

There was silence, but Mortarion knew the people up there were howling.

This is a completely twisted country.

The ruling knights of Galaspar brutally oppressed their people.

The sky of the main planet is shrouded in exhaust gas from chemical plants, the rivers are filled with yellow chemicals, and the people are whispering in the bottom nest. The people ruled by chemicals have already paralyzed themselves, become numb, and obeyed.

The minor ruling class would be modified, their arms would be grafted with lashing instruments, and completely different chemicals would be injected to keep them brutal and aggressive.

And on the heads of these people who have been tortured by drugs and life to the point of losing everything, are those carefree supreme rulers.

They only need to stay in the top nest intact, occasionally look at the data from the bottom and middle nests, and because today's black tea is not tasty, kill all the related tea workers.

The tyrants of the Order lie languidly in their paradise, knowing that no one can shake their place.

Outside the main star, countless subsidiary planets have been transformed, bulky and huge anti-invasion systems have been loaded, and huge turrets and torpedo banks have filled the orbits of each subsidiary planet.

This is a galaxy that is heavily armed and extremely difficult to attack.

Even if this civilization doesn't have the technology for long-distance navigation, they don't need it. They just need to lie here safely and warmly.

So they declined the imperial invitation.

A pioneer ship sent by the Empire to explore is shot down.

However, they are not the only ones who are timid and afraid of death.

Imperial Army bureaucrats put aside the attack on Galaspar.

Block, that's what they're proposing.

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

In their deduction, the battle of Galaspar will be a protracted tug-of-war. The empire needs to surround the galaxy and slowly tear apart its galaxy defenses.

absurd.

This was Mortarion's conclusion.

Tyrants are raging, humans are howling, and the ruling class on Galaspa is no different from Barbarus except for the race.

The trial is over.

Mortarion stared indifferently at the icy Galaspar system.

Let doom and death go hand in hand.

He will give them a sentence of death.

Let the Death Guard end this.

Planet Sigma 373.

Hades shrank like a fat mouse, and popped his head out of the shuttle again.

Jin stood outside the shuttle in bewilderment, with question marks on the screen, waiting for their second journey.

In the distance, the first batch of cathars had arrived in the city and started searching and exploring.

Through sound wave detection, there are still those food storage rooms underground, and there are no undead in nightgowns.

Simple protective barriers were placed around the square of the Blackstone Obelisk by the cathars, waiting for the sages to go and study further.

Except for the atmospheric changes in the sky, the failure of the shuttle fleet to lift off normally, and the fact that the distress signal sent before was not known which fleet received it, all of this still followed a fairly typical planetary archaeological process.

No enemies, no sorcery, no large arsenals to discover, the planet's arming remains at a regional level.

Only farming systems that still follow established codes, those trolleys full of food.

Hades scratched his head, is he too sensitive?

After seeing those weird records for the first time, Hades ran away decisively, and shrank here for a while, purely relying on the drones and the news from the catarilla to study.

He carefully checked the information in the previous village, and called the Kirkland sage over to ponder together.

In the end they came to the conclusion that this was a perfectly normal civilization involving the research of psykers.

In the long history of mankind, there are quite a few civilizations that designed psykers in the Golden Age, and there are many more extreme civilizations than this.

And the psionic research here is obviously still at the experiential stage of "you add this and this and mix it up, and then come up with that".

Although Hades searched the village again, he found the notes left by the previous people, which boasted such nonsense as "latest scientific research results" and "recommended investment".

Of course, the most boasted about their technology is that it can relieve weakness and headaches.

This seems to be a side effect of exorcising the dead zone.

Although many things, such as disease, Mercury retrograde, and bad geographical location, can be easily explained by weakness and headaches, but Hades still thinks that this may be a manifestation of mortals being exposed to low-concentration anti-psychic energy fields.

Hades briefly sorted out the current information.

All in all, the largest city on the planet is built around a black stone obelisk.

Farther away from the city, there are "research" villages that study psionic energy.

At present, there should be two factions in this lost civilization?

According to the data from the frontline guards, there are a large number of churches and religious sculptures built in the city.

According to the record I saw before, it should be a relatively old-fashioned and traditional plot, with a technological sect or a religious sect or something.

But what's interesting is that the technological school here seems to be studying psionic energy, and the religious school seems to support the obelisk.

So how did humans become extinct here?
It's so strange, no matter how you think about it.

Maybe he's less knowledgeable.

Hades, Hades, he still knows too little.

Seeing Hades silently thinking about life while looking at the information, the sage of Kirkland became normal once in a while. The sage stretched out his longest limb and patted Hades on the shoulder from behind.

"It's normal."

Kirkland said,

"Sage, I have seen a civilization that uploaded its will to the wetware and finally died; I have seen a partner addicted to mechanical simulation, and the civilization with a low birth rate finally died; I have also seen the ruler use virtual characters to control the entire civilization. A civilization that created nihilistic beliefs and finally became extinct."

"Like this small civilization that has not mastered biological cloning technology, there are countless people who are gradually exhausted due to their own civil war."

"This kind of psychic leads the people and tries to overthrow the original ruling class. There are more comments than the code of the sage."

Yes, Hades still has a doubt here. Why is the woman named "Ribo" an untouchable, but she is promoting "psychic power"?
But. In the sage's current chatter, Hades fell into deep thought, no matter how wrong it is, the reality is the reality.

The current situation is that no threatening things have been investigated so far, except that Hades himself has been catching wind and shadow.

And according to the words of the Kirkland sage, the special weather of the atmosphere will disappear in the near future.

Is he really worrying too much this time?

After repeatedly confirming that there was no threat in the message from the Skitarii, Hades decided to go to the Obelisk Square to take a look.

And this time the Kirkland Sage will follow.

■■, ■■.

"Help, save me, us."

Weak groans echoed in the empty underground space, filled with rancid stench.

"Oh, kid, keep your voice down."

Rotten ones gurgled up from pools of liquid.

A rotting body, it emerged from the densely packed human body.

"he came."

The Rotten muttered.

The moment the Father's spurned set foot on this planet, the Rot had won.

He can't escape.

The well-arranged bait, the accumulation of many sacrifices, is at the weak gateway of the subspace and the physical universe.

Eliminate existence, delay time.

A loving father will appreciate the rotting ones.

The screw stuck on the gear of fate is about to be removed, and fate will continue to follow the established track perfectly
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