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

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There are many sages who preach doctrines but secretly conduct quite daring experiments.

There's even a tacit understanding within the Cult of Mechanics regarding these unconventional sages: no one speaks out, and everyone remains harmonious. However, there are a few high-ranking sages who are fanatics.

The lower-ranking sages, however, mostly still followed the doctrine.

After all, from another perspective, the doctrines of Mechanics can, to some extent, protect knowledge from being contaminated and preserved.

Most of those attending the completion ceremony today are low-level sages, since high-level sages wouldn't easily leave their own forging world to accompany a legion's forging satellite.

For lower-ranking sages, doctrine can keep them, but for higher-ranking sages, incentives should be used to persuade them.

The sage, a devout follower of the doctrine, looked at Hades, who was about to leave.

"The guidance of the God of All Machines will bring destiny to this forged satellite,"

"Therefore, you cannot be absent."

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Chapter 188 Praying to Him

The heavy industrial style texture extends along the dome of the church, surrounding the deity in the center.

Hades stood in the center of the red-robed sages with a look of utter despair, trying his best to control his expression, but failing.

However, Hades' half-hearted expression was mistaken by the surrounding sages as a symbol of divinity, as he looked at the world with a serious expression.

Seeing Hades about to leave, but being entangled by the guiding sage, the others began to pray in hushed tones around the church. The dense binary prayers spread through the space, like ripples spreading across the water.

Hades felt a chill run down his spine, and the Silent Sister Black's gaze toward him grew increasingly sharp; Hades was certain that it contained a hint of murderous intent.

Charon seemed to wave his hand slightly, signaling to Blackfa not to get agitated.

The sage before Hades was still trying to persuade Hades to stay, and as the guide sage, he was also the most enthusiastic about this ceremony.

After all, the miracle he witnessed on Barbarus convinced the Mechanical Sage that the Hades before him truly possessed unparalleled divine power. The God of Machines had sent His messengers to the mortal world, and the deity who controlled all truths in the world would eventually dispel all impure errors.

Only when one's soul is touched on that day does the sage truly understand why miracles are ineffable and gods are beyond words, because the inadequacy of language cannot describe the power of the gods. It is an unforgettable experience, imprinted deep within the soul.

All of this stemmed from their initial faith. These sages, residing in the lower levels of the city of Greiel, embarked on the spaceship to Barbarus both in response to Greiel's call and out of their faith in Om Messiah upon hearing the news.

Perhaps the top sages of Greiel submitted the alliance for the sake of the Legion's interests, but it was precisely the fervor of these lower-ranking sages that made it all so natural.

The most sincere believers also received their own reward: to witness a miracle.

"Praise be to Om Messiah," the sage thought.

Those unfaithful believers could never understand all of this.

"Sir, please stay a little longer."

The sage said sincerely,

"Military orders are absolute, I cannot obey."

God's hoarse voice rang out, but he was still making excuses.

The Mechanic Sage doesn't know why Hades, who possesses such power, is still so fixated on a legion. If Hades chooses to forge a world to manifest, he will surely become a deeply etched mark in the history of Mechanicus, and may even change the course of the entire Mechanicus.

After all, the previous agent of the God of Machines had already altered the course of the Cult of Mechanics.

Compared to the sage's desperate pleas, Hades was screaming silently inside, his mind reeling from countless intertwined prayers on the radio channels.

The two people standing next to him made Hades' already dire situation even worse.

The sage was still pleading, but Hades resolutely refused, decisively refused, and refused without any hesitation.

Finally, unable to persuade Hades, the sage chose to give up. The gods would make their own decisions, and the sage could only weakly utter his last words.

"Sir, although you cannot stay long, please leave a few words before you depart."

“We await your instructions regarding the forged satellite Mint, which is spinning for you and Deathguard.”

After the sage finished speaking, the magnificent red figure unleashed countless tiny appendages, lifted its robes, and appeared about to kneel down—

Hades held him up with both hands.

"Don't kneel."

At this moment, all the whispered prayers vanished, the water became calm, and countless eyes and sensors responded with anticipation.

God did not require them to kneel; He even supported the believers with His own hands.

The god of all machines does not have the authority to be merciful, Om Messiah!

However, Hades, who was at the very center of the incident, thought very simply. Judging from the strength with which the sage had held his hand earlier, he figured that he probably wouldn't be able to lift the person up without using both hands.

As for this sage asking him to say a few words...

Hey, the convenience store over there is offering half-price motor oil!

Ahem, no, what could he possibly say? Hades glanced at the guards beside him. At this point, perhaps some nonsensical literary musings would be the best way to save his life?

You may speak freely.

Charon's voice came through the channel, cold and devoid of any emotion.

Hades wondered if this outspoken statement meant that whatever he said now was beyond saving.

Seeing that Hades's taut expression was clearly about to crumble, the guard Charon had no choice but to explain again.

My Lord permitted your actions even on Mars.

Within the anticipated flow of water, there exists this wave.

Charon was clearly also confused about the current situation. Even though his master had told him in advance that Hades might have some respect from the Cult of Mechanics, looking at the magnificent and grand cathedral and the empty throne, Charon felt a rare sense of uncertainty.

But in the end, he chose to trust his master, and all of this can be explained by "respect".

Hades blinked upon hearing this.

This...this means that the Emperor allowed him to have some of his own arrangements regarding Mechanism?

Hades glanced at Charon again, the guard seemingly confirming Hades's actions with his even brighter armor, while pressing down on Sister Silent's hand as she reached for her sword.

Alright, Hades, now that he'd been granted a get-out-of-jail-free card, decided to say a few words and then slip away.

Hades looked up and found the red color in the church to be so gentle?

The sages possessed the ability to easily tear apart a small army, and they all had eccentric temperaments that were difficult for ordinary people to understand. But here, before Hades, these sages were trembling lambs, not daring to kneel on the ground. Their crimson robes made them look as if they had been skinned alive.

The beliefs instilled in them from childhood led these sages to willingly expose their necks.

Inside the church, bright candles burned fiercely, their luster gliding across the metal and leaving dazzling mottled marks, while expensive incense warmly permeated the velvet on the red robes.

Hmm. At a time like this, it seems inappropriate for Hades to spout nonsense or literary nonsense.

Hades blinked, his words paused for a moment, and then a smooth flow of High Gothic English passed through everyone's ears.

"Everyone on the Mind satellite,"

"Thank you for your contributions to human technology,"

"Do not be bound by desires, do not be obsessed with obsessions. You are the torchbearers in the long night. May the darkness not devour every explorer who marches toward the truth."

"For the sake of truth and humanity."

Hades remained silent, thinking that these words should be enough to get by. However—

A tremor ran through his hands, and Hades looked at the sage before him in astonishment.

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Chapter 189 Tourism, but Casting Satellites

"Oh, I don't know anything, no, let me explain. No, I can't explain, you listen to his explanation."

Hades leaned against the wall, raising one hand to feign innocence, while carefully poking and prodding with the tip of his index finger with the other, trying to slightly move the tip of Sister Blackfa's dagger from its position against his throat.

The dagger remained motionless.

"I am loyal."

A faint voice rang out, completely devoid of the solemnity that had just filled the church. Hades was on the verge of tears, cold sweat pouring down his face, and goosebumps rising on his skin. He was grateful that he hadn't brought the Sage Kirkland with him today, otherwise Kirkland's label of "false emperor" would have sent him to Barbaross tonight to become composting raw materials.

"Put it down, my sister."

Charon, a member of the Royal Guard, saved Hades with his heavenly voice. The Black Mage snorted, sheathed his dagger, but still stared intently at Hades.

Hades breathed a sigh of relief; being cornered in a dark alley by a royal guard and the Silent Sisters was a truly unpleasant experience.

Charon glanced at Hades with a complicated expression from under his helmet. After witnessing the fanatical and excited reaction of the Greiel Mechanicus after Hades' speech, Charon felt that something was amiss.

However, their current mission is to learn Blackrock technology, and Charon can report the specifics to Terra later.

Before this, Charon decided to trust his preconceived judgment. Looking at Hades, who was tall but almost huddled in the corner, he figured that this guy wouldn't cause any major trouble.

But is this really the same person who gave that solemn speech in the church just now? It feels like they're bullying him. If a real fight broke out, the scales of victory wouldn't be so clearly tipped.

“Our Lord has given instructions, and we believe in you.”

Charon said, enunciating each word clearly.

"But we hope that we won't encounter any situations that would put us in an awkward position."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Hades nodded vigorously. He was going to explain things clearly to those guys and tell them to stop putting him on the hot seat.

"I am loyal, believe me."

Hades looked at Charon of the Royal Guard with his most sincere eyes, believing him, believing him!

Charon didn't answer. He glanced at Hades subtly. When his master sent him, the ferryman of the underworld, to meet Hades, he had sighed and looked forward to it. Fate was clear to him; he was destined to be the ferryman of the underworld. Charon also had his own expectations for Hades.

Hades' previous purge of Barbaross also fulfilled a certain expectation of this Guardian, who was a powerful and indifferent ruler.

But now, Charon looks back at Hades, who is cornered against the wall by the Black Mage and "trembling with fear."

He was speechless; this Imperial Guard had never encountered such a remarkable person in his long life.

Even after Hades fled in panic, the prayers in the mechanical cathedral continued. Everyone bowed their heads and swore an oath before the empty throne, and the sage trembled as he inscribed Hades' words on the base of the statue of the god.

For the sake of truth and humanity.

The original mechanical doctrine never included the specific concept of "human beings"; truth was their supreme ruler.

But now they have it.

These small characters are engraved here, and will endure for all ages.

Two days later.

"First of all, I am a normal human being."

"It is a human being."

Hades stared at the sages before him and said gravely,

"Secondly, I am now the docking manager between Death Guard and the Mint Forging Satellite."

"Do you understand?"

"Don't"

Hades ultimately didn't dare to say the second half of his sentence, while the mechanical sages opposite him readily agreed, uttering sounds of "yes, yes, yes."

"Yes, sir, we will be careful in our hospitality, please rest assured."

The sage spoke, and at the same time, a servant skeleton carrying tea flew down from beside Hades.

"My lord, this is a precious tea leaf we harvested from a planet that has been placed under an extermination order. There are only five kilograms of it in the entire galaxy. It was a spoil of war that Greier seized during his war with other forging worlds."

Hades stared at the teacup before him with a look of grief and indignation. The tea leaves inside bobbed and swayed, as if mocking Hades's words.

“I think you have been a little too polite in your hospitality, sage.”