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

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It's just that the people who were instilled with amazing knowledge by Fowler had their values ​​somewhat reshaped.

Hades supervised from the sidelines, and the two of them took the opportunity to select promising candidates suitable for administration, with Wood as their representative, for further training.

Those mortals who are determined to go to the battlefield will receive training from Hades. Hades applied for external assistance this time and brought over his good brothers from the Foundry Department to teach the mortal auxiliary troops how to use vehicles and weapons, as well as improve their battlefield skills. The tactical training in command and auxiliary combat will be carried out by Hades himself.

Garo and the Gravekeeper were responsible for further character checks and training of the candidate Space Marines.

Well, so far, the teaching seems to be going fairly smoothly.

"No! You need to smile obsequiously at this time."

"He's implying I should give him some 'benefits,' and I have to smile and fawn over him?"

"I'm being lenient by not firing a burst at him on the spot!"

"Oh, why are you so stubborn? If you don't give him some personal discounts, he'll turn around and find another planet to cooperate with, and you'll lose your business. That's how business is done."

"How can you talk like that?!" "That's how it is. Whether you learn it or not, if you can't learn it, we'll find someone else. You're being too stubborn."

"Ouch! Someone's being hit! Help! Lord Hades! Help!!"

Wood was furious and reached out to throw a punch, but Fowler, seeing the situation was not good, immediately ran away. Although Fowler was chubby, Wood really couldn't catch him when he ran.

The hall was temporarily divided into two parts. On one side, Fowler was giving an intensive course to the administrative staff, while on the other side, Hades was leading the technical sergeants to familiarize the mortal auxiliary troops with various vehicles and weapons. Perhaps because the Legion's Foundry Department didn't usually communicate with other departments, Hades felt that the technical sergeants talked quite a bit when interacting with these mortals.

"Sir! Help!"

"Stop, stop, stop."

Hades' head was spinning from the noise of the two men. Luckily, the guys in the foundry didn't laugh, which at least gave Hades some face.

He stood up from in front of the Hellhound Tank and walked directly in front of the two men. Under Hades's "kind" smile and imposing figure, the two men instantly fell silent.

Fowler wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. "Sir, he's about to hit me without warning! My life is in danger! This is terrifying!"

Ignoring Fowler's sob story, Hades turned to look at Wood.

"what happened?"

Wood, on the other hand, stood ramrod straight, his face radiating righteous indignation.

"Reporting to you, sir, I am reporting that everything he teaches is rubbish."

Hades blinked.

"So what do you think you need to learn to become a qualified planetary governor?"

Wood paused for a moment, then spoke up defiantly.

"Managing people, managing the environment, building factories. It's definitely not these things."

Hades turned to look at Fowler.

"Did you teach the first few things Wood just mentioned?"

"Yes, sir, I have taught you. The first thing I taught you was management and administration."

Fowler nodded vigorously.

"Wood, I must remind you that, in addition to what I just mentioned, a qualified planetary governor needs to deal with Imperial officials, mechanical sages, and officials from nearby star systems."

“Galaspa is a large production galaxy, which means you have to learn how to get along with them.”

"You chose to take the administrative position yourself, didn't you? And I think you are indeed suitable for this position."

Wood and Sineth, based on their wishes and abilities, one will become a top-level administrator, and the other will become the leader of the mortal auxiliary army.

Hades thought Wood was courageous, had good judgment, and was loyal enough to be groomed to be a planetary governor—but unfortunately, he had to go through this process.

Wood swallowed hard; Hades sensed that he was still somewhat unwilling.

"Sir, have you ever encountered this situation before?"

Hades' lips twitched.

Could he say that compared to the gods and demons of the Forging World, most mortal officials were just playing around? At least these imperial officials could have their faces seen and their expressions judged. Most of those oily guys had neither face nor bottom line, and Hades had to rely on his experience to judge them.

Hades still vividly remembered the unpleasant memories of his heated debates with the mechanical sages, and the room was filled with the fragrance of the Logic Engine.

Hades nodded solemnly.

"Yes, it is a product of human civilization developing to a certain level. Although you may not understand it, you must learn these 'habits' in your position."

"Wood, I understand how you feel, but you have to learn to face these things."

Hades said seriously,

“I hope you will become a qualified manager, Wood. We all know you don’t mean any harm.”

Wood fell silent. He hadn't realized that even someone as important as Hades would encounter such a situation. He had always thought that the "Legion" was the supreme representative.

Hades looked at the silent Wood,

“You will have to use the methods you despise to conduct yourself and work, but I know you will stick to your principles, which is why I chose you.”

"It's not just about you having a drink with the legion commander; in my eyes, it's also about strength."

Hades joked, and then he noticed Wood blushing a little.

Is he so easily flattered? His skin is too thin. This reminded Hades of the Death Guard recruits who had just joined the Legion. Although that didn't stop them from twisting off the heads of aliens, for an administrative staff member like Wood, there was still a lot of practice to be had.

In terms of interpersonal skills, only a few seasoned veterans in the Death Guard have this level of expertise. Vox hasn't quite mastered it either, and Hades is a natural talent, so we won't discuss him further.

Oh, and we can also count Karas, who's already asleep. That guy is a typical example of someone who talks to people in one way and to ghosts in another.

The legion's management is alright, with the Primarch in charge, so there aren't many problems. The main issue is the construction of the planets in the rear, which requires some shrewd and capable people to prevent them from being fooled by others.

Only by securing the rear can we provide the legion with stable logistical support and a defensive barrier.

“Study hard, Wood. Fowler has experience in this area.”

"Oh, sir, don't worry, I, Fowler, will definitely teach you well."

When Hades praised him, Fowler quickly flattered him. Hades gave him a wink, and Fowler started to sing along with Hades. Although Woodman was capable, he was inexperienced and couldn't withstand the rhetoric of the two seasoned veterans. Before long, he was completely bewildered and swayed by Hades, and began to vow that he would study hard.

Hmm. He'll only realize something's off about what Hades and Fowler said when he's truly mastered the skill.

Watching Wood being led away by Fowler, who was laughing arrogantly, in a daze, Hades felt a sense of guilt for having dragged a morally upright child into trouble.

In any case, everyone in this environment will eventually become a seasoned veteran. In this respect, ordinary people are easier to drag into things than Space Marines. The more people you can drag in, the better. Hades is counting on them to deal with Imperial officials in the future.

Hades turned around and continued teaching the mortal auxiliary troops how to drive tanks. Wasn't driving a tank more appealing than abducting innocent Galapagos people? The slight sense of guilt vanished instantly.

Yes, code, tonight, don't wait.

Chapter 225 Selection, Farming, Getting Scammed

Galaspa's second trial was itself.

It happened to be raining in Galapagos on the day it started.

Water cascaded down the spire and flowed into the muddy ground. People waded through the puddles and gathered in twos and threes.

They returned, those who had passed the trial. Huge aircraft roared in the distance as they disembarked, their bodies upright and their faces resolute.

The giants then arrived with them.

This is the second trial from Hades, where a Space Marine candidate and two administrators are paired up and assigned to a small area of ​​humans.

Because every human in Galaspa has a number, this step is not difficult.

This temporary team needs to conduct a comprehensive review and report on the areas it is assigned to, eliminate unstable factors, establish a basic level of order, summarize and report on governance experience, and receive dynamic tasks from higher authorities at any time.

The entire Gravediggers were mobilized to serve as examiners for this selection, evaluating in real time the Space Marine candidates' personal qualities, abilities, obedience, resilience under pressure, and attitude towards mortals.

Interestingly, this temporary group did not designate who the leader was; this was left to them to negotiate.

Selected Space Marine candidates undergo surgery to become qualified warriors, while those who fail are assigned to civilian auxiliary forces or participate in planetary construction, depending on their wishes. Administrative personnel who perform well in the trials are directly assigned to new administrative areas and put to work.

Since they were all capable of screening candidates, Hades thought, "Why not take this opportunity to get them working?" He watched the images transmitted back by the gravediggers. Although they had been urgently trained, it was better than nothing, and they didn't have to worry about their loyalty to the legion.

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Thanks to the previous ruling knightly order, each area of ​​Galapagos has a clear map and management number. Although it is much dirtier and more chaotic, it is indeed marked on the map.

The Galapa people's society is relatively simple. They still maintain their previous way of life, going to work and coming home. Although the Death Guard has given them more free time, they haven't developed any entertainment activities. However, because of the previous selection, some of them have started to train themselves in preparation for the next selection of mortal auxiliary troops.

Overall, Galaspa is currently in a very convenient position for their selection process, and Hades hasn't really assigned them any tasks beyond their capabilities.

However, compared to those who volunteered to become partners in the administration, the Space Marine candidates who returned to their homeland had mixed feelings. Most of them participated in the selection process with the mindset of never returning. In their eyes, Galaspar was dirty and filthy. They would rather join the war of the gods in the heavens than spend their lives in Galaspar. The sacred war machines were more attractive to them than the familiar assembly line.

But they were sent back, and the second round of selection was to establish Galaspa, which was undoubtedly a rebuke of their original ideas. For a time, many people reflected on their actions or became depressed.

The tomb keepers, led by Galo, keenly recognized the spread of this idea. Those who were immersed in self-blame or stress were eliminated, while those who were willing to reflect and focus on reality successfully advanced.

Failure and setbacks are commonplace on the battlefield. The key is to be willing to correct one's mistakes promptly after realizing them, and not to emotionally reprimand comrades or make mistakes in judgment due to emotions.

Galo pondered. He had never imagined that Hades' selection had this meaning. Although Hades' previous work had focused on the mortal auxiliary army, while Galo had been in charge of the work of the candidate space soldiers, even so, could Hades determine the psychological patterns of these people through those data?

Galo knew that Hades was far more shrewd than he appeared, but he was still surprised by Hades's prediction. Such an unfathomable person. Galo should be glad that he chose Hades when recruiting for the Seventh Company.

The second round of selections concluded smoothly, and Hades was surprised to find that it went much more smoothly than he had expected. This was probably because those sent down were all Galapagos, and the local residents of Galapagos knew that these people were the best among them, so naturally there was no dissatisfaction.

According to the reports from the selection teams and the reports from the gravediggers, most of the qualified teams were led by the person with the strongest administrative ability among the three, with the other two providing advice. The Space Marine candidates in the teams had carried out at least three purges of unstable elements, eliminating troublemakers emerging in some areas and eradicating some small violent organizations that had just begun to form.

These trained and educated Galapagos also brought some of their peculiar training customs to their homeland, such as dueling cages (which are relatively normal), literacy playing cards (Fowler is to blame for this), and brewing poison (?). In short, they greatly enriched the local residents' leisure time, keeping them from being so, so idle.

Some outstanding selection groups even started their own groups, similar to drug addiction treatment groups, and others, like clubs for developing hobbies from their previous lives. There were even activities criticizing the former ruling knightly order and calling on everyone to work together to join the Death Guard. In short, everyone used their own unique methods to ensure regional stability, and then they started to want to be more "eye-catching".

Hades was dumbfounded. Although these organizations seemed very rudimentary to Hades, he could see that these people had really put in a lot of effort and initiative.

After evaluation by the gravediggers, groups that engaged in truly useful activities were marked, while those that merely sought to make themselves look better, but in reality disrupted local order, were eliminated.

In short, when the second selection ended, the Death Guard had gained a Galapagos who were initially under its management, and a group of humble Galapagos who were pragmatic, hardworking, and willing to think and reflect proactively.

The effect was unexpectedly good. Hades would have laughed out loud three times if he didn't have to maintain his image. Although he didn't quite understand why Gara seemed to respect him more, that wasn't the point.

The second selection of warriors' transformation surgery proceeded as scheduled. Once this large influx of new blood from Galaspa into the Legion, Hades had reason to believe that the Legion would become more united, rather than experiencing the conflicts between the Barbarus and Terran peoples of the past. Of course, the turmoil in the management had passed, and the warriors below would gradually become familiar with each other after fighting a few battles together.

Compared to the Terra and Barbalus descendants, this group of Galapaspa descendants are obviously more humble or have higher emotional intelligence. After all, they were selected through two rounds of selection, which just happens to neutralize the silent atmosphere within the Death Guard. Although they don't talk much, at least they say what needs to be said in interpersonal communication.

The training of the mortal auxiliary troops is also nearing completion. These mortal soldiers are now able to operate heavy tanks such as the Hound of the Dead to support the Death Guard's main battlefield, while the rocket launchers, deployed in squads, ensure their firepower on the flanks.

Incidentally, because the most frequently used vehicle by the mortal support army was the Hades Tank, and because Hades left a deep impression on them when teaching them, these mortal support soldiers began to call themselves Hades. As more and more people called them that, the Death Guard's mortal support army was simply renamed the Hades Hunters.

On the administrative side, those who passed the second round of selection have already taken up their posts. Fowler, on the other hand, plans to take a group of elite administrative personnel, led by Wood, to Barbalus for further practical training. The construction of the Garden Planet in Barbalus is nearing completion, which will provide a platform for Wood and his team.

Stable subspace routes between Barbalus and Galaspa were also opened, facilitating the flow of goods and people.

After Galaspa's rest and reorganization, the Death Guard has replenished a large number of new recruits and weapons and ammunition, and the Mortal Support Army has expanded to an unimaginable extent. Construction in the rear is also progressing steadily. Galaspa and Barbarus are now able to provide the Legion with a large amount of daily supplies, and the Grei's production line is also humming.

Although the Empire provides supplies, people still take advantage of them. Perhaps because Druun fought well, the Empire recently sent another fleet to the Death Guard. And Macardo may have finally had a change of heart, sending Hades another batch of Untouchables, and also sending some proper officials to Barbarus.

Of course, in Hades' eyes, all of this was what he rightfully obtained by exchanging the Black Tower. Before seeing the Black Tower, Makado wouldn't give him a single definite answer.

This time, thanks to Makado's supplies, Hades stopped cursing the psychic in his mind.

Unfortunately, Hades forgot one thing—

Before a major battle, there must be supplies.

Yes, code

Chapter 226 The Lion and the Farmer

They are on the run.

The once beautiful star field was disturbed by the war between alien races. The flames of war ignited the sky, and guns and cannons pierced the night. Two giants were fighting with all their might. The behemoths called Empire and Randan roared and tore at each other, but they were nothing more than pawns to be sacrificed.

Their very existence is a sin. They live along Randan's retreat route. Those monstrous creatures are baring their fangs and claws. Faced with the Randan aliens who possess powerful mind control abilities, Mimanik, who has no psychic talent, has no chance of winning. They will become Randan's slaves.

The decision that would determine the life or death of the entire race was made. The council issued the highest order, and the factories operated at full capacity, seizing resources from the entire star system at all costs. They were trying to escape.

A colossal fleet, built using the resources of an entire star system, slowly ascended into the sky, carrying the elite of the entire race. The remaining Memanic people stood silently on the ground, watching their last hope slowly depart.

The hourglass of the Milky Way continues to drip slowly, the screams of the Randan demons grow ever sharper, and the ammunition of human tyranny follows Randan. Memanik's homeland is about to be melted into the raging flames of war.

But none of the remaining Mermaniks chose to commit suicide; they needed to live to hinder the retreating Randan fleet with their lives, buying their fleet as much precious time as possible.

[Attack! Stop them! Stop them!!!]

The mechanical sage screamed hoarsely, urging her army of protectors to charge forward! Charge forward! Keep those alien races outside the main city!

The Ruster Forging World, along with its entire star system, was unexpectedly attacked by an alien race. Monsters called Memanik were frantically attacking the core of this star system—the Ruster Forging World. These hideous aliens used their numerous fleets to tear through the star system's defenses and plunder the star system's rich resources.