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

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"Have."

Hades widened his eyes slightly.

"What advice did the gravedigger give?"

Galo looked at Hades, as if to say, "Why are you bothering him over such a trivial matter?"

"Tell them to be resilient."

Resilience isn't for this kind of situation!

I need some advice on Hades ships! And advice on the Deathguard tech tree! I don't play games much, and I don't understand the mechanics of many tech games. I'm begging for suggestions, and please don't suggest anything too advanced.

Chapter 263 Death Guard Guide

".What's this?"

A death guard stood in front of his dormitory, staring intently at a booklet in the gravedigger's hand.

The words "Death Guard Guide" are printed on it, and below the main title is the Death Guard's emblem.

"The legion commander requested that each person receive a copy."

The gravedigger had a weary expression that said, "Are you going to look or not?" He looked as if he had been forcibly dragged up to work.

The soldier's suspicious gaze lingered on the dubious booklet and the gravedigger for a moment before hesitantly reaching out to take the booklet from the gravedigger's hand.

The gravedigger nodded solemnly to him, then, clutching a stack of pamphlets in his arms, went to intercept the next unfortunate soul.

Death Guard returned to his dormitory, clutching what he called "The Death Guard's Guide" in his hand.

The Legion's lights-out time hadn't arrived yet, and Death Guard sat on the edge of his bed, looking around his dormitory.

Death Guards are allowed to have personal items, but most Death Guards ignore this rule. As far as he knows, few people keep anything except for the items provided by the Legion. Death Guards also despise those who are too obsessed with the past.

His dormitory was also very clean. The alien skull that he had torn off after the first battle was placed on the table, its empty eyes staring at him silently. Apart from that, there was nothing else in his room.

He would sometimes go to the archives to look at whatever he wanted, mostly borrowed picture books and flipping through the paintings.

Sometimes they would go to the Duel Cage with most of the warriors. The Death Guard's Duel Cage was always in short supply, even though they had expanded it three times.

When he didn't feel like doing either of those activities, he would go to the training room and swing his sickle, or simply sit there and daydream.

Daydreaming is a great way to combat boredom.

He could feel himself becoming more taciturn. Back in Galapagos, he was willing to talk to his family or find some idle people to chat with.

But after joining the Death Guard and undergoing those surgeries, he could feel everything from the past fading and becoming blurry.

Galaspa was no longer the place that left an indelible mark on him; that vast hive world was rapidly fading, becoming a blurry speck in his memory.

He asked other Death Guards about this, and they all came to the same conclusion: their past was slowly fading away, while the Legion was reshaping them, turning them into silent scythes.

Aside from the Barbarus, the Primarch's connection to their homeworld allowed them to retain more memories than others, though this doesn't mean much; they are even more Deathguard than the Deathguards.

He too had been puzzled, but the gravedigger's answer was concise and clear—

The Legion molded them into a weapon, a sharp scythe; they were either in war or on their way to war.

Their role is clear: they are weapons, and weapons don't need much thought.

The resilient sons of Mortalion accept the mission entrusted to them by the Empire, faithfully cutting down all psionic and alien fodder.

Ok.

He accepted this explanation, but deep down, a question remained—

If the war ends, where will they go?

But he knew it was impossible; for individuals, war would never end, never.

Perhaps the long-lived Primarch can wait for the answer to this question, but he will not.

He blinked, snapping out of his rambling thoughts. There were still fifteen minutes until lights out. Okay, he turned his gaze to the booklet in his hand.

Anyway, there's nothing else to do.

With that thought in mind, he turned to the first page.

Written by Hades, the current commander of Deathguard.

[Supervised by Mortarian, Commander of the Death Guard]

The Death Guard widened its eyes slightly. Mortalian? Their Primarch father?

The other person, Hades, is a mysterious and promising young commander who is the subject of many rumors within the Death Guard.

He immediately straightened his posture and attitude while reading the book, and turned to the second page with a serious demeanor.

After discussion, we have decided to provide some living assistance to the warriors of the Death Guard. —Hades

Next was the table of contents, which he wasn't interested in, so he flipped directly to the main text.

[Part 1: The Death Guard's Mission—Why We Must Eliminate Xenomorphs and Psykers (by Mortalian)]

He carefully read through it; the Primarch had summarized the scattered words he had spoken to them during the previous training, and explained in a fairly logical way why psykers and aliens deserved to die.

Although at the end of the article, Mortarion emphasized the necessity of having psykers in the Legion at this stage, and that discrimination against the Legion's think tanks was not allowed.

He disliked psionicists and aliens; both gave him a strange, eccentric feeling that any rational person would despise.

He might not understand the Empire's Great Crusade, but he understood why the Death Guard wanted to exterminate the psykers and aliens; they were the scum of the galaxy and had to be eliminated.

[Part Two: The Individual and the Legion (by Hades)]

He wouldn't admit that upon seeing the headline, his emotions clearly fluctuated, a strange emotion far stronger than when he had just read...

He continued reading.

The author, Hades, the commander of the Deathguard, uses a humorous and simple style to explain the relationship between the Legion and its warriors: the Legion shapes the individual, but the individual also influences the collective.

The warriors' duty is both necessary and essential. The Empire and the Legion have invested enormous resources in them, expecting them to fight for humanity, and their battles have indeed liberated more people.

He nodded silently and turned the page—

His pupils suddenly contracted. A high-resolution image of Galaspa lay silently before him—it was Galaspa after the Death Guard took over. This, this…

He subconsciously touched Galaspa with his hand, and the color in his memory gradually became clearer, but it had changed, becoming less dirty and disordered.

He swallowed hard, wondering how his sister was doing in Galapagos.

The battle of the Death Guard brought liberation and rebirth. We successfully liberated Galaspa and rebuilt the distorted and destroyed environment there—both the social and ecological environments.

In the foreseeable future, the Death Guard will liberate and improve more human homes. To date, Barbaros, Galaspa, Druun, and Ruster 7 mining planet have all been properly governed by the Death Guard.

Individuals should be aware of what the Legion is doing, as it concerns the actions of every single person. The Legion also calls upon and encourages individuals. If you wish to improve yourself to better contribute to the Legion's goals, then the Deathguard will provide you with the means to do so.

Please refer to Appendix II for details.

What are we waiting for? He flipped to the back; lights out was almost here.

Appendix One is a map, which appears to mark some special function rooms.

Appendix Two: Personal Growth

To enrich the soldiers' leisure time and improve their individual skills, Deathguard, in collaboration with various sectors, provides a range of training courses for its soldiers.

[Note: If you wish to contribute to the Legion more quickly, the Legion urgently needs warriors skilled in environmental and social governance. You will need to establish a relatively stable system in the local area within a short period after the war.]

He continued reading. The environmental governance course required studying some pharmacology and biology, and also involved ecological botany and poison treatment. The Primarch would personally be in charge of their poison course.

He already anticipated that this course would be very popular.

Then came social governance, with Commander Hades personally overseeing the courses. He provided the soldiers who wanted to participate with a long reading list, so long that it made him somewhat desperate.

He figured not many people would sign up for the course.

Lights out time came, and the room went dark, but the Space Marine's eyesight allowed him to read the words in the dark. He changed his mind about using the book to pass the time and continued reading.

There are also some cooking skills training or social skills training programs later on. Would anyone actually sign up for these? He expressed some doubt about it.

But apart from that, the rest of the book was well-written, or rather, interesting. Compared to everything on the Endurance, this little booklet with jokes printed at the bottom of each page was obviously more interesting.

He read the contents over and over again: how to face the sacrifice of comrades, how to adjust to temporary setbacks in battle, how to deal with different kinds of people on the battlefield, and what to do when a new recruit is ostracized by a veteran.

Most of the content was written by Hades. What kind of being was he? He wondered. Hades' writing exuded a vitality. He inexplicably thought that he was more complete than any of them.

He felt a pang of envy for the new recruits on Mining Planet 7 who were about to enlist; they would have seen these things from the very beginning.

Finally, in the quiet darkness, he opened the page with Galaspa's image, shielded his eyes with the book, and felt the slightly rough texture of the pages, rising and falling gently with his breath.

Then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Ughhhhh! Yes, there is a code!

Chapter 264 You Started a Bad Trend

The brochures have been distributed, and the various training sessions have gone relatively smoothly. In any case, due to the unique features of the Deathguard, there are quite a few empty cabins on the Endurance, so equipment can be moved in and used immediately.

With encouragement to study during leisure time and personnel turnover caused by various courses, the atmosphere within the Death Guard has become noticeably more relaxed, and the Legion's acceptance of the new Galaspar Death Guard has also increased significantly.

But recently, the Gravekeeper reported to Hades that homemade pamphlets have become popular within the Legion, and these privately made pamphlets by the Death Guards are even showing a tendency to circulate among the Hounds.

Hades silently watched as Gara placed at least four or five simple paper cubes with different contents on his table. He picked up a baguette-like bread from the table and took a bite—it was said to be the work of a culinary student, which was brought to Hades by a student from the social governance department.

Galo crossed his arms and silently looked at Hades, as if rebuking Hades for setting a precedent with his pamphlet.

Hmm. Hades opened one of the books and asked him to examine it with a critical eye, to see what the Death Guards were writing.

Oh, this is Professor Mortalian's comprehensive guide to poisons, along with the biological sage's answers to personal questions; they've compiled these questions together.

Hades looked at it, nodded, and took a piece of bread.

"is acceptable."

Ecological governance, the production and disposal of poisons are the most popular courses on Death Guard. Even if you select the best among them, Death Guard could still field two more full-strength teams of apothecaries.

It is foreseeable that the pharmacology and toxicology of Deathguard will yield fruitful results in the future.

Mortalian was pleased to see the Death Guards' interest in pharmacology. The Primarch readily provided all the redundant poisons from his laboratory and approved Hades' request to expand the Endurance's ecosystem.

Since Barbalus is currently in a favorable position, the biological sages decided to take part of Barbalus's ecological environment into account.

Moreover, Hades thought that if these plants suddenly showed signs of lush growth or sudden withering, the Death Guards would need to be careful, which would also serve as a warning.

Hades blinked; he couldn't tell whether these Death Guards were genuinely interested in potion-making or simply in being with Mortalian.

But don't remind Mortarion.

Hades turned to the next book, immediately becoming interested.

Oh, this is about his professorship in social management.

Interestingly, most of those who chose social governance were of Galapagos descent, with a smaller number of Barbalus descent. Hades realized that these Barbalus descent seemed quite familiar.

Hades flipped through the booklet with great interest. They were sharing their thoughts on the books Hades recommended, as well as some personal literacy guides—most of the books Hades recommended were academic works written in the cumbersome High Gothic language.

It's great, actually, it's fantastic.

Although there aren't many death guards who choose social governance—compared to those who choose ecological governance—at least their attitudes are all quite positive.

Because it involves sharing and communication, and is also related to sociology, the notebook is quite thick. Hades continued to flip through the pages.

[Tip: Go to the nearest canteen and find your comrades who are learning to cook. Eat some of their food, even if it's not very good, but be sure to praise it highly. Then they will share their leftover food scraps with you.]

Take these items, and after the training, present them to Commander Hades and let him taste them on the spot. The commander will stay a little longer and answer your questions during this time.

Hades put down the half-eaten bread and stared at it suspiciously. It was indeed a gift from the Death Guard after he finished training the Death Guard, who had indeed consulted him about his governance experience in Galaspa.

???

Hades took a deep breath and decided not to investigate further, but he would never accept any snacks from Death Guard again.

The last one or two books are also sharing experiences. Although many other training programs have been offered, training on swordsmanship and the use of some less common weapons is also very popular. Terrans make up the majority of these casual weapon sparring training programs.

Then there's the last one, which Hades guessed was also of this type.

He looked up at Galo standing in front of his desk. The circulation of these things, while the form certainly carried a certain degree of danger, was positive and even worthy of official encouragement.

"Don't be so serious, Galo. I think this is fine."

Galo silently pointed to the last book with her finger.

what happened?