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

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Although Hades could deduce Tarasin's current attitude towards him from this cup of cola, he could escape as long as he skillfully used language techniques!

But Hades stared at the bubbling liquid in his Coke, lost in deep questioning: "Where am I? Who am I?"

Satisfied with Hades' reaction, Tarasin felt that the fact that he could no longer eat was no longer so sad for him.

Let's talk.

Tarasin spoke, pulling Hades' gaze away from the cola he was staring at.

Hades blinked. He decided to let the Figurine King speak first, and he would just follow suit.

Hades then stared at the King of Figurines with his most sincere and kind gaze.

Hades' reaction surprised Tarasinca; it had indeed never seen such an interesting individual before.

Unfortunately, it can no longer pretend to drink tea to ease the tension; Tarachin used to use this trick to fool the death-fearing creatures that bothered it.

Taracin thought for a moment, then decided it could be made even more interesting, and so it began to speak.

"I want to keep you."

Hades, who had just picked up his Coke to drink, almost spat out the precious drink.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Hades thought weakly, "This guy doesn't play by the rules."

Then don't blame him for yelling—

"Can I inquire about the environment in which my item is stored?"

interesting!

Tarasin thought,

Since Tarachin had an endless amount of time, he patiently began to speak.

What kind of one do you want?

"Don't worry, I care a lot about collectibles. I can put you in a Deathguard-style personal compartment, give you a set of the Empire's latest power armor, and let you take your Black Scythe with you."

"Are you planning to strike a more presentable pose?"

Tarasin asked casually,

"No no no no."

Hades looked serious.

"I don't want that. I want a bed big enough for me to roll around in, made of 50% polyester and 50% cotton."

Who knows if space necromancers have a sense of touch? Hades needs to ensure his comfortable sleep.

"And then there are blankets and pillows."

"If you're going to collect me, I hope I can be contained while lying down."

"Standing for a long time is a painful thing."

Tarasin paused, then clapped its hands and laughed.

"Hahahaha! I haven't seen such an interesting individual in a long time."

"So, what color do you want for your bed?"

Tarasin joked that the atmosphere became harmonious, like the molten steel dripping down.

Hades blinked.

"I don't mind, you can arrange it as you see fit."

"Row."

Tarasin readily agreed.

"I didn't expect that, even though you have no soul, you're quite interesting."

Tarasin said,

Hades remained unfazed.

"I just don't have a soul, I don't don't have a brain."

Taracin glanced sideways at Hades and pointed to its own right brain.

"You almost lost your brain."

Hades suddenly remembered the last scene in his memory—

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Hades suddenly raised his hand to touch the right side of his head. Thankfully, it was still there!

"I've fixed it for you."

Tarachin casually remarked that with the technology of the space necromancers, replenishing a biological body was a piece of cake.

It also gave the kid a boost.

Thank you very much.

Hades promptly expressed his gratitude.

"But—why are you helping me? Helping a foreigner?"

"I'm just keeping you as a collectible."

Hearing this, Hades slowly took a sip of his cola.

"If that's what you're saying, then why did you make me sit here? It would probably be more convenient to just pack it up directly."

Taracin sighed with satisfaction for a moment. As a space necromancer, how long had it been since it had heard polite words?

As expected, these kinds of things are better suited to flesh-and-blood social beings.

"I intend to keep you as a treasure, but not now."

Taracin looked at Hades and suddenly wanted a cup of tea too.

So it reached out its hand, and the next second, a cup of tea appeared in Tarasin's hand.

Although it can't be tasted and can't be truly absorbed, I just suddenly felt like doing it.

This is life, the feeling of being alive.

Hades seemed thoughtful. Not now?

He tentatively opened his mouth.

"Isn't my current collectible value enough?"

Tarachin, sitting opposite him, also pretended to sip his tea before speaking.

"You can say that."

In a good mood, it decided not to keep us in suspense any longer.

"Your current untouchable domain has not yet reached its limit; it can still grow."

"If I take you in now, you won't be able to continue growing."

Hades pondered.

"But...it seems my inaccessible domain can no longer grow?"

Since Barbarus, he hasn't felt that the Dark Domain has become stronger, and his Dark Domain has always been confined to the area within his body.

Tarasin rolled his eyes at Hades.

"You're being held back by that emperor. Why don't you try again now?"

Hades carefully tried to spread his dark domain, and to his surprise, he found that the dark domain easily left his body and soon filled the entire room.

Since it had no soul, Tarasin continued to leisurely sip his tea across from him, unaffected by the Dark Domain.

After briefly testing the Black Domain and realizing that it was controllable, Hades withdrew it. He was simply used to doing so.

"Then why would the Emperor restrict my Black Domain?"

If Hades is an untouchable, then the bigger the Dark Domain should be, the better!

Taracin smacked his lips slowly, "Hmm... I still can't taste anything."

Do you know your true nature?

"Mutant Untouchable".

Hades and his reply.

This time, when Taracin was switched on, he almost spat out his tea. This was the first time the King of Figurines had ever seen such a foolish yet wise creature.

"no no!"

"You are an outsider, a person from another world, an existence from the physical universe!"

"so.?"

Upon hearing Taracin speak, Hades quickly followed up with another question.

"To the subspace of this world, you are a rift, a bottomless void, slowly devouring everything in the subspace around you!"

“If it is not stopped, the subspace void you represent will expand irreversibly.”

"Until—it devours everything."

"everything!"

Tarachin delivered the last word in a storyteller's tone, leaving Hades stunned by the sudden truth. He opened his mouth, but then didn't know what to say.

Wow, he's that awesome?!

Hades broke out in a cold sweat. He knew he needed to be restrained in some way, and he didn't want to become something like a plague messenger, causing people to die wherever he went.

However, the Emperor and Macardo knew of his existence, his constitution, and even restricted his Dark Domain.

But the truth was never told to him.

If we tell him the truth, at least he can take some precautions in advance.

Hades took a sip of cola to calm his nerves.

Realizing what Hades was thinking, Tarasin spoke up directly.

"I think it's highly likely that your emperor didn't think this matter was important, so he didn't tell you."

"As long as you stay with the Death Guard and don't cause too much trouble, you can at least be of some use to his plans."

Hades had a deadpan expression; he attempted a conspiracy theory, but lacked sufficient evidence and information, or rather, Tarachin's answer was too convincing.

It's not that the Emperor thought this matter was unimportant and didn't tell him, but Macardo believes that the Emperor had already told Hades.

hiss.

"Then why is the Emperor's control over me no longer effective?"

"The bonds he has placed upon you will not necessarily be broken even until your death."

"But in your near-death state, you resonated with a large number of black stone structures, which directly and exponentially enhanced your Dark Domain."

Tarasin stared intently at Hades.

"It's impossible for a mere outsider to have such a good compatibility with Blackstone."

Hades felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

"But because I drank the blood of the Void Dragon?!"

Tarachin snapped his fingers,

"bingo."

"But I need to remind you of something, that's not blood."

"That's really bold!"

Tarasin sighed, took a sip of tea,

Is this truly an adventurous spirit unique to flesh-and-blood creatures?