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

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For some reason, he felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was because the armor cleaner that Sevita used was a different model than theirs.

"Yes, that's my opinion."

Hades glanced casually at the map on the table.

"This civilization exhibits a high degree of unity, and they make good use of all kinds of resources on this planet."

Hades took a bite of fruit and muttered,

“Burn their farmland and granaries.”

"what?"

Abaddon asked in confusion,

"The city's food supply relies on the combined farmland of two continental plates. You see, they used a large plain for cultivation to ensure the supply of basic food."

"Information indicates that they are about to enter the harvest season, and their reserves should currently be at a low level."

Hades said, then circled a section on the map with his hand, marking it as "agricultural land."

"Compared to key building complexes, the protection of farmland is more vulnerable and difficult to achieve, and the military cannot always be on guard against malicious attacks from the outside."

Hades continued to nibble on the fruit.

"Burn it all down, set fire to half the continental plate, and at the same time keep a close eye on their attempts to restore farmland, sending out small groups of troops to harass them."

"Then that's it. Leave a company to guard this planet, and they will surrender automatically. If they don't make peace with the Empire and buy the food they need to survive, nine out of ten of them will die first."

Abaddon opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Seghanus opened his mouth,

“If we don’t restore arable land, even if we have reserves, they will be quickly depleted in the face of a huge population. This is indeed one way of thinking.”

Hades waved his hand.

"This is the common problem of civilizations that have unified the entire planet. Without civil war for a long time, the planning and management of the entire planet naturally involves planting basic crops on the most fertile plains that are easy to manage by mechanization, while only cash crops and seasonal plants are planted near densely populated areas."

"They don't even consider what would happen if their own farmland were burned down."

Hades whispered, but this was rather unsolvable because the large-scale construction, mechanization, and industrialization of agriculture inevitably made it—very easy to destroy.

The transportation, preservation, plunder, and destruction of survival supplies have always been an important part of warfare, sometimes even more important than guns and bullets themselves.

If it's the military, that's manageable; the soldiers understand how to survive in situations of severe shortages. But what about civilians, especially when there's no prospect of supplies being restored?

Hades silently swallowed the fruit pit in his mouth. The Nest City was alright, but this highly advanced human civilization probably had never experienced such hardship.

Given the scarcity of resources, as long as the empire maintains a willingness to negotiate at any time, their supposedly noble stance will crumble on its own.

Hades looked up out of boredom and saw Abaddon staring at him.

"what happened?"

“I’m thinking,” Abaddon began slowly, “that we could raise the priority of farmland later.”

Hades shrugged.

"Either is fine, but I think it's highly unlikely that anyone will use this trick. It's an off-the-beaten-path technique and not exactly easy to use."

"I was just joking."

Although the complex expression in Abaddon's eyes told Hades that his casual remark had probably been taken seriously.

Hades then dropped his casual expression and silently stared back at Abaddon.

"I was just joking."

Hades said, enunciating each word clearly.

Before Abaddon could react, Seghanus's voice rang out.

“Ezekiel, Father is calling us.”

Hades blinked, looked away, and smiled casually.

"Get to work, you two. See you on the battlefield."

The two moon wolves solemnly bid farewell to Hades and Sevita. Soon, apart from the servants, only Mortarion's death shroud and Koz's black-armored guards remained in the conference room.

Hades couldn't quite distinguish the armor decorations of the Night Lords, and since everyone except Sevita was wearing a helmet, he wasn't sure if Shang or Shen were among the bats.

Hades thought for a moment,

"Won't you sit down for a while, cousin?"

Sevita opened his eyes, his gaze lingering on the sofa for a few seconds. Hades smiled at him.

"This is the first time our two legions have cooperated. Let's get to know each other so it will be easier to fight together in the future."

So Sevita casually sat down as well, but compared to Hades, who had already made the Moon Wolf reception room his home, he was clearly more cautious.

The closer they got, the stronger the vague discomfort became, but Sevita concealed this detail with a blank expression.

"Death Guard Commander, Hades."

"Midnight Lord, Company Commander, Sevita."

Hades smiled slyly.

"You've been listening the whole time, haven't you, cousin? So, if you were in this situation, how would you play this match?"

Sevita paused.

“I’m just following orders; I don’t create it.”

"Alright, what about the Midnight Lords? I'm just more interested in understanding your combat style."

Hades glanced at the fruit basket, but decided it was best not to continue his conversation with Sevita while eating.

"For example, Death Guard. If Lord Horus doesn't forbid it, we might use some inhalation weapons, so I'll remind you all to wear helmets, and it would be best to switch to a better respirator."

“There are always new recruits who don’t like wearing helmets.”

Sevita's voice carried a hint of relief.

"I thought you guys would like to use phosphate weapons, burning farmland, a pretty good idea."

“In fact, we also use phosphate weapons, you know,” Hades lowered his voice, “but under Horus’s nose, we would most likely be banned.”

"They like to use kindness to bind themselves."

Sevita crossed his arms and joked, "You're just telling me this, my cousin? Aren't you worried we'll be part of the Mercy group too?"

Hades silently pointed to the string of skulls on Severus's armor.

"At least Ultramarines wouldn't like using them as decorations."

They looked at each other, and then Sevita laughed, as if he had remembered something funny.

"Excuse my bluntness, but I was really impressed by how you greeted me."

Hades glanced at the fruit basket again indifferently, and Severta could tell that he really liked it.

Sevita had rarely seen such a straightforward person; in the Midnight Lords, such people wouldn't live long.

Hades continued,

"This is necessary. If we don't make it clear before the war, those people will come running over halfway through the war and angrily ask us why we are using these weapons."

"My answer to that is, they didn't say it couldn't be used."

Hades' words reminded Sevita of the Night Lords' previous collaborations with other Legions. In negotiations with other Legions, their father had always been on the defensive, which often forced them to face rebukes from other Primarchs on the battlefield.

It's almost always like this.

And this time.

“We basically don’t use weapons that could affect our friendly forces,” Sevita suddenly said.

Hades gave a knowing smile. "So what will you use?"

"We use fear."

"Let fear break down the barriers in people's hearts, and make them realize that behind surrender lies a bottomless abyss of fear," said Sevita.

Hades stared at him, as if he knew something, but Sevita couldn't read anger or disgust in that look. Hades spoke calmly.

"I think I know why you're not part of the merciful group."

"But the Death Guard is not a merciful creature. If you are determined to use your tactics, tell us, and the Death Guard may be able to assist or help you."

This was completely, utterly unexpected by Sevita, regarding the relationship between these legions.

He wanted to ask more questions, but he didn't speak. Asking further would be impolite. The person on the other end making such a promise was either a fool or someone who truly had a say in the legion.

But what shocked him even more was Hades's promise to the Lord of the Night. It was too much, and he began to doubt Hades's intentions.

Hades maintained his calm yet somewhat indifferent expression, glancing at the fruit basket every few seconds.

He still needed to test the waters. Sevita smiled, though the crow prince's smile looked sinister, and reached for a fruit basket—

Very full and tempting in color, just like the hypocritical righteousness of the Moon Wolves themselves.

"Thank you for your kindness, cousin."

Hades beamed with delight. If Sevita took it, then Hades could simply reach out his hand naturally, while casually offering some pleasantries.

"No need, we are all fighting for the Empire—"

Hades' pupils shrank instantly; within the dark domain, a raging flame was rapidly approaching—

He instinctively stood up, picked up the obituary, and compressed the black space—

"run--"

No, it's too fast, too fast!

At the last moment, the figure moved so fast it was almost like teleportation.

"cough."

Hades coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He lowered his head, trembling, and saw a powered claw piercing through his chest, a heart still beating.

【What kind of monster are you?! Stay away from me!!!】

A piercing sound exploded behind my ears, and a sharp pain shot through my neck.

Hades' vision went black.

The next second, everything went black before everyone's eyes.

A scream erupted! Coz screamed as he threw Sevita aside, trying to escape at an astonishing speed—

Hades trembled, using all his strength to bring a sliver of light back into his vision. No, he couldn't let the Dark Domain erupt here. He couldn't.

Hades gritted his teeth, trying to compress the dark aura around himself. He had already seen the fleeing Koz raise his gun. Damn it, this is fucking—

Hades!!!

Mortarion's voice ripped through everyone's eardrums. The next moment, the Lord of Death's giant scythe tore through the sky, hurtling straight towards Conrad Coz—

Horus, who met Abaddon and Seghanus in the reception hall, wore an expression of despair.

Let's just consider it as yesterday.

I updated 7 words today.

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Chapter 291 Fight? Fight!

A piercing, sharp sound of metal tearing apart instantly filled the entire room.

What the hell are you doing?!

The metal chains rattled as Mortarion raised his hand, revealing chains already stretched to their limit on his heavy forearm armor.

At the other end of the chain was the heavy handle of the giant scythe, where Death's hook had clearly already caught its prey.

Beneath the Grim Reaper's hood, bright golden pupils appeared as vicious as a demon crawling out of hell, unlike any human eyes.

I'm asking you, what the hell are you doing?!