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Hades immediately felt a jolt of alarm in his mind. Could it be some kind of religious rumor? He couldn't afford to come back again.
He took a deep breath and carefully opened the last book—
"A Collection of Jokes"
ha? ? ?
Hades flipped to the first page in disbelief; the booklet shocked him just as much as Deathguard reading the Deathguard Guide for the first time.
Death Guardian—no, Son of Mortalian—can have a sense of humor?
After a multi-legion cooperative operation, the healthy and intact Commander Hades brought an apology letter from the cooperating legions, who acknowledged the mistakes made during the cooperation.
Now the commander will read this apology letter aloud to everyone.
"Wait, which allied legion sent this letter?"
"Company Commander Galo asked."
"Anyway, it's not Iron Warrior."
Commander Hades replied.
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Hades' brain overloaded during his brainstorming session.
He looked up, trembling, staring at Jialuo, who wore a helpless expression.
"Keep watching."
The legion commander just took the commander away from the foundry.
Where did they go?
It's definitely not the cafeteria.
Hades fell silent. He realized that these jokes were all imitations of the jokes he had written.
“That’s not all.”
"Galo said slowly."
"They even held a 'Don't Laugh Contest' in private."
Hades felt his questions were about to explode. Was this the Death Guard? Where was he?
As if realizing that Hades was finally shocked, Galo continued, with a hint of revenge in her voice.
"This kind of competition is very popular within Deathguard."
"They've already held their first competition, and the champion was that Barbarosian named Lena."
Unconvinced, Hades forced Garo to take him to the scene to secretly watch this shocking match, but the scene was far more impactful than he had imagined.
A group of burly men sat expressionlessly around a small table, with two strong male contestants sitting at either end of the table. Judging from their appearance, they should both be of Galapagos descent.
"If Lord Gallaspar chokes on his bread, who will die today, and why?"
"The knight sir, because he choked on his bread."
"No, the ones who will die are the three hundred assembly line workers who make bread, and a messenger."
Why is there still a messenger?
"Because he told me this news."
A soft chuckle escaped the person across the table. He seemed to have remembered something funny, and his laughter grew louder and louder until he couldn't straighten up.
The onlookers applauded, and some even started taking notes.
"Sorry, you win."
The loser took a deep breath.
"I admire your imagination."
“No,” his opponent replied, “I am the messenger.”
Compared to the Death Guards inside who were telling hellish jokes with blank expressions, Hades, who was eavesdropping outside the door, was the first to break down.
He was wrong; the Son of Mortarion did indeed possess a sense of humor.
The joke was written... thanks to group u
Chapter 265 This is Barbaros
The bow of the Endurance peeked out from under the Barbarus Mandeville point, and a dazzling splash of warp water erupted beneath the ship. The true ruler of Barbarus received an unimaginably enthusiastic welcome.
The intensity of the fervor even exceeded the Death Guards' expectations.
Radio waves buzzed and swirled throughout the galaxy, fleets of silver fish darted back and forth through the void, chattering and rustling, and rumors sprang up like mushrooms after rain.
A stable star system under the control of the Legion, a star system possessing the political power and privileges of an entire Legion, a star system capable of forging satellites—
This beautiful pale green gem had long attracted the attention of people in the nearby star systems.
Wandering merchants, discerning planetary governors, middle-class speculators, and working-class people—all jostled and pushed their way onto the spaceship, heading towards the legendary land of opportunity.
The lenient policies previously implemented by Death Guard Commander Hades have worked. The upper-class rulers clink glasses here, whispering bullets of self-interest. With the Death Guard guarding the planet, it is impossible for a vicious political assassination to break out.
The Greiel Mechanicus, with their keen sense of smell, established a large docking space station not far from Mandeville Point. Some merchant ships that were in a hurry could easily find buyers here and then jump back to warp space after the transaction was completed.
Meanwhile, the middle and lower classes who crammed into the lower decks of the ship could easily find a job to support their families, since there were too few Barbarus people in the area to support the labor force needed for an entire star system.
In fact, within the empire's territory, the area around Barbarus is not considered densely populated with planets. In this far southern region of the star system, there are only a few scattered human-owned planets.
Barbalus is as remote as Macurag in the far east, but the star system surrounding Macurag is far less desolate than Barbalus, with numerous planets densely packed together, making a lot of noise.
Perhaps Barbarossa shouldn't be this lively.
But for these planets scattered in the far south, Barbalus is like a star that suddenly shines in the vast sea of stars, giving these normally unconnected human worlds an opportunity to communicate with each other.
Through Barbarus, they can learn about the Empire, the star systems around them, sign treaties with the Forging World, and engage in trade.
Barbalus successfully connected these worlds in the far south.
Although this star field is quite sparse, including the southern Galaspa which was conquered by the Death Guard, there are four giant hive worlds scattered around Barbalus.
Any giant hive world is enough to accumulate immeasurable wealth, and its upper echelons have plenty of resources to squander.
News of Galaspa's occupation and transformation by the Death Guard spread, causing concern among the upper echelons of other hive worlds. In order to gather information, the giants sent their trusted confidants aboard ships visiting Barbarus.
With the giants leading the way, the rest of the human planets naturally followed suit.
While the Death Guard was busy waging wars everywhere, a massive number of ships poured into Barbaros, creating a bustling scene that made the people of Barbaros somewhat dizzy.
Compared to the Barbarus, the mechanical sages of the Mint Forging World were the first to react. These experienced and cunning sages were the losers of the Greiel Forging World. Greiel's strict class system made it difficult for them to be favored by opportunities.
But things are different now. Now that they are out of sight of the main world of Greiel, these sages can make a fortune from the ships that come to visit Barbarus and achieve a great leap in their lives.
Praise be to Om Messiah!
The Empire's expeditions do not encourage these human planets to share technology. As a result, these human planets are not at the forefront of the Empire's technology. Faced with the technology and machinery peddled by the Mechanicus, they can only obediently hand over their resources.
And, oh my god, praise again to Om Messiah, Barbalus is damn duty-free!
A secure, tax-free platform with skilled technicians.
Ohhhhhhhhhh!!
Before these foolish Barbalusians even knew what was happening on their planet, Barbalus had already become a dream land for making money, a virgin land lacking manpower and where social classes had not yet begun to be established.
As long as you have the ability, you can make a name for yourself in the noisy Barbarus star system!
Moreover, there's no need to worry about this place eventually developing into a chaotic lawless zone. Even if it's a mixed bag, the silent warriors guard this place. If anyone crosses the red line set by the legion, they will only be met with a sharp scythe.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Barbalus was growing at an astonishing pace, although the people of Barbalus were a step behind.
But as they interacted with the people of Galaspa, the Barbarosians quickly joined the fray and caught up rapidly, having far more resources than the others thanks to their Death Guard.
Barbalus is a thriving place, much like the lush corn seedlings in the Barbalus fields.
only.
On the Endurance, the Lord of Death slowly shifted his gaze from the Death Guard's collection of jokes, looking with a puzzled expression at the civilian ships that seemed to be following alongside the fleet, spraying smoke and light in different languages to welcome them.
?
How did his Barbaross become like this?
Beneath his hood, Mortarian squinted, scrutinizing everything within the Barbarus star system.
The once barren planet is now undergoing massive construction. Mortalian has already seen no fewer than three large city clusters, space stations of varying sizes floating in the air, and shipyards almost entirely filled with ships of all kinds.
The star system that was once only navigable by Death Guards and Mechanicus fleets is now like a tree laden with birds, chirping and singing.
The only thing that gave Mortalian a slight sense of relief was that none of this had affected the anti-aircraft turrets in the Barbarus star system. The Mechanicus of the Mint had even exceeded their mission, and the outermost planets were now fully armed.
However, this does not mean that Mortarian is in a good mood right now.
Mortarian slowly put away the book in his hand. He silently stared at the civilian ships that were still following the fleet at a distance, pondering whether to order the light spears to bombard and drive them away.
Then he turned on the communication channel.
"Hades, come here and explain all this."
Without waiting for a response from the other end, Mortarian immediately shut down the communication. The Lord of Death stared silently at everything before him, lost in thought.
I will never make any more promises, and guiltily looked away.
Chapter 266 Drag Others Down
In fact, the commander disobeyed orders after receiving them from the legion commander.
The radio waves crackled, and Hades's weak voice came through the channel.
【Motalian, I can't get away right now unless it's urgent.】
So Mortarian, who had just returned to the Barbarus star system and had specifically set aside some time for himself, went to check what Hades was up to.
Then he saw Hades submerged in a sea of documents.
"Motalian, now that you're here, don't leave. Help me with some approvals, Commander, please have mercy."
Mortarian walked over silently and slowly, picking up a stack of reports—the third quarter water cycle data of the Barbarus Star Ring.
He frowned.
"What are you doing?"
"Approval and verification of past data."
Hades's plaintive and powerless voice drifted from a pile of documents.
“Long-distance interstellar communication cannot transmit large amounts of complex and precise data, so the gravediggers here can only report the general situation of Barbarus to the Legion. The remaining data is checked after Barbarus arrives.”
Mortalian tossed a stack of data back into place, then casually pulled out another stack: the annual fleet traffic summary for planet Barbarus 4.
"What about the others?"
"Actually, all of this data was verified and streamlined by the Death Guards stationed in Barbaros."
"So, what are you doing?"
There was already a hint of irritation in Mortarian's tone.
"Re-verify."
Hades said calmly,
“I’m not comfortable with that. You have to personally verify some of the data.”
"Then go and investigate it yourself, and give me an explanation about the current situation of Barbarossa."
Mortarian put the documents back in his hand and prepared—
"Hey! No! I was just kidding. You can't really abandon me like this. I've shed blood for the organization! I've done my part for the organization!!!"
Seeing that Mortalian was really planning to leave, Hades, who had just been pretending to be profound, instantly broke down and started spouting nonsense about establishing the Death Guard and everyone's responsibility.
Mortarian inwardly scorned Hades for a second, but still held out his hand, gesturing for Hades to give him a portion of the documents.
"Haha, it's not soup I mean, it's documents!"