What's the first thing you do after a fight
It's a loot box.
Hades said so.
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Barbarus, southern swamps, Diderot Mountains.
Hades hummed a little tune and slowly flipped through the bookcase of the small and medium-sized lord Dursley, which was filled with various Barbaryus-specific steam machinery drawings, experimental records, and some Barbaryus ancient books - most of which were related to psychic power.
What good luck, Hades thought, looking at the thick stack of steam machinery drawings.
In fact, Dursley had quite a bit of steam engineering drawings compared to most of the petty lords he had fought before.
Most of these brutal, rude and cunning aliens rely on their psychic witchcraft to dominate their area. Apart from necessary steam vehicles and anti-virus equipment, few lords will take the initiative to collect and develop steam electronic machinery.
The lords on Barbarus all chose witchcraft and psychic ascension, and did not choose much mechanics.
Of course, except for the Overlord Nakre who has an incredible amount of points, this guy has maxed out all the points.
Alas, this is a bit willful.
Hades thought silently, but his hands did not slow down at all, and he continued to look through and classify the drawings.
Although Hades cannot touch the machinery now, as it will be destroyed if touched, Hades believes that sooner or later, he will be able to compress the black domain below his body surface.
So he can touch the machinery!
(He's a real little genius.)
MD, this kind of big machine is the romance of men!
In this Warhammer world, if you can't touch a chainsword, a bolter, or a meltagun, is there any meaning in life? !
No!
Hades advocates machinery. A factory can produce a melta gun that can be immediately equipped to increase a soldier's attack power to 75 points in a few hours, and a space marine that takes more than ten years to train to have an attack power of 200 points.
No matter how you look at it, it's all worth the melta gun, okay!
Technology is power!
This is the belief of a simple engineering man from 2k Earth.
So you have to convert to the God of All Machines, ahem, no, no.
After classifying these mechanical drawings, Hades turned around and continued to look at other instruments in the laboratory.
Hmm. A venom extraction machine, black and purple venom is dripping out drop by drop; two instruments connected together, I don't know what they are used for, it should be related to psychic power; a skinning machine, a human skin peeled off who knows how long ago is hanging on it to dry
Damn, this fucking alien thing.
After looking around, Hades made sure that there were no instruments that he could continue to use, or that could be dismantled to obtain materials.
(Yes, he had dismantled a bunch of equipment just to get the parts, and these strangely shaped parts were clanging in his pocket.)
Then he walked towards the body of the alien lord next to the experimental table. Hades took out the dagger at his waist and began to -
Peeling.
Yes, peeling.
The aliens on Barbarus can resist these pervasive poisonous gases, one reason being that they have evolved skin that can resist these poisonous gases.
Hades planned to skin them and sew a few Hades-style special gas suits.
At present, the main method of resistance against these poison gases by the rebels led by Mortarion is to make armor similar to closed suits.
Mortarion would never tolerate Hades's skinning, but Hades knew what he wanted.
Those armors cannot protect against these poisonous gases, unless they are the high-tech power armors like those worn by Space Marines.
It is obvious that the current small craftsmen on Barbarus cannot reach that level.
But it doesn't matter, as long as Hades knows how to resist the poisonous gas on the highest peak.
But these alone are no protection against the poison gas on Barbarus—
The poison gas on Barbarus actually also carries psychic damage.
It was not until Hades tried to go to the mountains for the first time that he immediately used the Black Domain to sense the poisonous gas that was becoming thicker in an instant.
Then Hades was surprised to find that the land on Barbarus was actually emitting a faint green spiritual energy.
What the hell, what the hell.
Now in Hades' imagination, looking from space through the perspective of the warp, Barbarus should be a planet flashing with a faint green light.
This is a completely fucking cursed planet?!
Hades forced himself to stop his thoughts every time he thought of this, but he was already very clear that any mental action now would be completely tantamount to covering up the truth.
But he had no choice.
It was clear that he was being watched.
But can reducing the frequency of thinking reduce the probability of being noticed
To be honest, Hades didn't know.
In this grimdark world, there are always things you cannot know and things you cannot do.
The only thing he can do now is to make himself as strong as possible and prepare for the worst in the future.
This is why he chose to challenge these small lords alone. He wanted to become stronger. If Hades just stayed in the Death Guard and obeyed orders, he would not have been able to reach his current strength.
He has to become stronger. Only in this way can he have a slight chance to struggle in this world.
Because, in this world, weakness is the original sin!
Even if one dies due to weakness, one's soul will be tortured by those supreme beings!
It’s true, there is no peace even after death!
Oh, sh*t, Hades is trying really hard not to be the time traveler who cries like a fart.
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After finally carefully peeling off a large piece of usable skin, Hades stood up and slowly put the skin away.
He has saved quite a bit, so it should be enough soon.
However, if Hades wanted to make a gas suit for Mortarion, it would take too much materials. Hades once again expressed deep emotion.
Big guys like the Primarch not only eat a lot, but also take a huge amount of fabric to make clothes for them!
Hades also wanted to point at Mortarion and curse today, "Brother, can you please do it? Can you please not waste it?"
Ahem, just kidding.
He will have to follow the original master in the future, so he can't afford to offend him.
After peeling the skin, Hades walked around the laboratory again and confirmed that there was nothing left in the room. He walked out of the laboratory and walked firmly towards the warehouse.
As for this laboratory? Hades didn't need to worry about it. He had already told the Death Guards led by Typhon about it before. As before, they would come to clean up the battlefield the next day.
The Death Guard would take away other maps, instruments, and warehouses filled with weapons that Hades had deliberately left behind.
Hades felt sad every time he saw so many weapons left behind, but then he thought that he couldn't use these weapons himself, so it would be better to give them to the Death Guard warriors.
Although they all had a bad attitude towards Hades, they were all warriors who stood up bravely and risked their lives to fight for the fate of mankind.
Compared to Hades, who only fights for his own benefit and who thinks of escaping or pretending to be dead when he can't win, they are indeed worthy of everyone's respect.
Today is also the day I successfully killed a small lord alone.
Make up, make up, make up the setting
(End of this chapter)