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

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"At least we can keep a copy of the guidelines and plans and then hand them over to the mechanical faculty and the administrators here."

enough.

The Lord of Death stared silently in the direction where Senes had disappeared. She was a resilient individual, and Mortarion admired her resilience. But her worship of Mortarion as a god—was that another form of enslavement? Mortarion didn't know.

But at least she knew the weight of resistance. The war to come would reveal the truth to her. Under the Knights' rule of keeping the people ignorant, such awareness was already rare. He could not ask for anything more.

"I'm in a good mood right now."

After a long silence, Mortarian spoke, "I am happy for these people who have voluntarily awakened."

"She proved that I am not alone on this path."

Hades makes no comment on the folly of ideals and the selfishness of reality.

"This may be the last dream after leaving Barbarossa."

"Motalian said in a low voice, then he turned and went back into the apothecary, while Hades tossed a lump of dried-out medicine residue through the crack in the door,"

"It's poisonous, but you can eat it, you won't die, so don't waste it."

"This is the product you just disrupted, which caused my failure."

Mortarian closed the door again, and Hades sighed, taking a bite of the burnt medicine residue.

Then he began to gag violently—it was poisonous.

The dialogue between Mortarion and the excavator is directly taken from "The Pale King." Yes, that's how they talk in the original book, but Mortarion doesn't crouch down.

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Tomorrow is the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao). I wish all Gaokao candidates the best of luck and hope they achieve

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord wishes you all the luck of guessing correctly.

The Blood God of the Skull Seat bestows upon you unwavering courage.

The loving father of the garden promises you a healthy and safe life.

The Lord of Desire rewards you with diligent study and pursuit of excellence.

Everyone who strives for their future will receive the Emperor's blessing. Even though human destiny is full of ups and downs, individuals can still use themselves as swords to tear through a corner of the dark sky and reveal a radiant golden light.

Hope, however small, still burns brightly. The struggle between the individual and reality has never left the times, whether it's 3k or 40k.

(Just a thought: last year, right after the college entrance exam, two of my friends went to Hengshui High School to repeat their studies. I hope they can do well this year. It's so tough. One friend lost over 20 pounds in six months; the pressure was immense.)

Chapter 220 There are already too many people who don't like to talk.

There are many people who risk their lives to climb it.

For the first time, people who had lived in darkness for generations saw the light. Some cowered at the bottom of the pit, terrified by the light's indifference and cruelty, while others were willing to gamble their already useless lives for a ticket that promised death.

Perhaps for these Galapasians, the line between becoming a Space Marine and becoming a mortal auxiliary soldier isn't so clear. Space Marine seems to be a higher position? But for these Galapasians who have been struggling on the assembly line, being a mortal auxiliary soldier is tempting enough.

It was a ticket to the sky, to the universe, and they would enter the world behind the hazy clouds of Galapagos.

The news of the Death Guard simultaneously selecting mortal auxiliary soldiers—disabled young men, silent middle-aged men, and robust middle-aged women—spread like mushrooms after rain, giving these people another hope.

Fathers and sons, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters—on the way to the end, small groups of families begin to emerge. Boys of marriageable age join the Space Marines, while their family members choose to join the Mortal Support Corps.

The crowd surged forward, struggling toward the finish line.

At the end, the [Dead Soul] sits high above, judging their every move.

It was that person who changed the selection system. His tall stature was clearly different from that of ordinary adults, and the intricate patterns on his shoulder armor further highlighted his extraordinary status.

People looked at him with a mixture of fear and admiration, but were too frightened by the rumors to kneel down and thank him. He stood there silently, without joy or sorrow. Occasionally, a mechanical monster in a red robe would come to him to pay homage, but it would be directed away by the long-handled black scythe.

Galaspa's recruitment went exceptionally smoothly.

Hades looked at the data coming from all directions and pondered silently. It could be said that since he clarified the rule of "simultaneously recruiting mortal auxiliary troops", even the pass rate of people who came to select Space Marines had increased.

Perhaps because people were no longer going alone, Hades didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

However, he was certain that the addition of this group of Galapa people would not only blur the already fading boundary between Terra and Barbaros, but also strengthen the connection between the Death Guard and the Mortal Support Army.

Those who pass this trial can be directly appointed as auxiliary soldiers, but to become a Space Marine, another trial is required.

Hades patiently awaited the next trial. In the meantime, those who passed received initial training on the Death Guard's ideology and combat. Those who were not destined to become Space Marines earned the Death Guard's respect through their perseverance.

After all, they passed the test that could select Space Marines.

Hades is not in charge of training these people; Mortalian, along with Garo and Vox, personally oversees this aspect. Mortalian is particularly concerned about training soldiers. Although there had been ominous signs that Mortalian was becoming more valuable than the Space Marines, fortunately, the appearance of Ms. Sineth has allowed Mortalian to calmly train the mortal auxiliary troops of the Death Guard.

Although Mortalian's so-called training method was simply the same as how he had previously trained Barbaros Deathguard.

It's quite rare for a Primarch to personally train a mortal auxiliary army. Usually, a Primarch giving an impromptu speech to a mortal auxiliary army would be enough to be recorded in the history of the Empire and widely publicize those inspiring and positive images.

However, since neither side had any concept of this during the training—Motalian didn't care about these things, and the Galapa people had no concept of it at all—the two sides got along in a rather haphazard way.

Hades didn't care how Mortalian trained those Death Guard upstarts, but his training of mortal auxiliary troops had only one principle:

"Motalian, you can't teach them all to be mute!"

Hades gestured exaggeratedly, while Mortarion, as usual, ignored Hades's wild imagination, and the Primarch was slowly mixing the potion.

“Some of them will take on administrative roles, and we need some different kinds of talent.”

Who knows what the characteristics of the Death Guard's seed are? Although the Death Guard's genetic seed is very stable, has a high yield, and doesn't have any negative mutations, without exception, people who become Death Guards will become pale-skinned, slightly thin, and don't like to talk.

Of course, not everyone is like that. Hades plans to choose the best among the worst and find administrative talents within the Death Guard. Although they may not be as good as the Ultramarines who are all politicians, they can at least manage the Death Guard's small territory by working with ordinary administrators.

We need to learn from the Ultramarines. The two legions haven't really met formally yet, so sending someone now would be too abrupt. We should at least wait until after the Mortalians and Guillimans have met.

Hades thought to himself silently.

Ignoring Hades, Mortalian watched with satisfaction as the potion in his hand began to clear. The Gallaspa Knights, in order to strengthen their rule, had been forcibly administering drugs to the Gallaspas. Now that the Knights' rule had collapsed, the Gallaspas were experiencing withdrawal symptoms of varying degrees. In response, the Death Guard had previously maintained a minimal distribution of placebos.

But Mortarion wouldn't allow it if someone were to join his legion.

This drug can cause their already abnormal feedback nerves to decay and then grow new ones. After all, Space Marines also use drugs in battle, and the Legion has done some research in this area.

The process will certainly be painful. Mortarian does not intend to distribute painkillers. Painkillers can relieve physical pain, but they will hinder nerve regeneration.

"Finished?"

Mortarian spoke slowly, “I never told them to be silent; they did it on their own.”

Dude, with your size, who would dare to speak up in front of you?

"Go ahead and do your thing. I understand. I'll show you the person who can talk in a month."

Mortalian put away the potion and made a gesture to shoo away small animals. "Go, go, go! Grei's first ships have arrived. You should go and greet them."

Hades left filled with resentment, his last words echoing in the corridor for a long time.

"Mortalian, if you dare teach them to be mute, the Death Guard's future paperwork will triple!!!"

Mortalian offered no comment. While he admired silent warriors, he prided himself on never intentionally provoking one. There were always those Death Guards who would yell and scream, wasn't that the one from just now?

Yes, there is a code.

Wishing you success in the college entrance examination.

Chapter 221 The Second and Third Casting of Galaspa

The good news is that Galaspa is not typical of a hive city; its former ruling Knights Order did not allow any corner of "disruption" to grow under its rule, so even though its lower hives are as dirty and crowded as any imperial hive city, they are never chaotic.

Every street was marked, every person was numbered, and everyone had a clear file. Although many people disappeared during the time the Death Guard took over, causing some chaos, the Knights' previous work still provided the Death Guard with a lot of convenience.

The transformation of Galaspa continues. The sages led the Guardians to garrison in the wasteland near the main hive city, and the initial environmental engineering began. Of course, although it is called environmental engineering, the sages also thoughtfully set up assembly line templates for these areas where laborers will live in the future, so that work can begin as soon as they move in.

Hades also granted the Cult of Mechanics the right to recruit Galapa people. If the sages find someone they like, they can take them away with their consent. Who knows, maybe one of them will become a mechanical apprentice? The sages do sometimes have sudden inspirations.

Orders placed in nearby star systems have already begun production. Although Galaspa's current production efficiency is only half of what it used to be, the productivity of a giant hive city should not be underestimated.

The red-robed procession of the Greiel Mechanic Church chanted hymns as they marched, the incense of the sacred machines dripping with the swinging of the mechanical arms. The procession surged, flowing through the gaps in the jagged nests into the remote outer regions, where they would install its industrial kidneys on Galaspa, and for the first time, the toxins that had accumulated for millennia would be treated on a large scale.

After that, these oilers will continue to work like busy worker ants in this giant hive for decades, further clearing the blood vessels of this bloated hive giant and building a complete and repairable hive living system.

Transforming a hive city might be more troublesome than difficult for the Mechanics Cult. Moreover, in the eyes of these tech enthusiasts, as long as the hive city's ecosystem doesn't deteriorate to the point of significantly impacting its productivity, there's no need to worry about it.

But since the Legion has made the request, Forging the World must fulfill it.

The mechanical sages generally don't make moral judgments about this; there's no need to waste computing power in such places. Some imperial officials, driven by their own selfish desires, often make even more outrageous demands, but the mechanical sages will still satisfy them. As long as the benefits are sufficient, they don't care about such things.

The Death Guard is the chief partner of the Grei's Forgeworld. According to the agreement, the Legion provides the Forgeworld with power, sanctuary and resources, so they naturally have to offer corresponding hospitality.

For example now——

"Master Foundry Hades, the initial water purification cycle of the main hive is complete. The next test will be completed in one hundred standard Terra days."

The mechanical sage, bowing deeply, emerged from the darkness and gave Hades a deep salute. The strong scent of machine oil emanated from the blurred crimson robe on his side. Hades recognized him as the sage who had received him at some ceremony on the Mient.

Hades nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work, sage."

The sage opposite him didn't react. Hades heard a click in his body, which he recognized as the button that locked his movements. He looked at the sage suspiciously, wondering what he was going to do.

However, the sage still spoke in a calm and elegant voice, "Thank you for your recognition, sir. You need not say more; it is our honor to serve you."

Wait, could this guy have locked himself off because he was too excited?

Hades hoped that wasn't the case, but based on his previous experience with these Greige oil men, he knew that most of the sages he spoke to had some degree of trembling.

At first, Hades thought it was some kind of cultural characteristic of Grei, but later he realized that it was caused by the instability of wet parts.

Hey, don't be so unreliable just because you see him. It makes Hades feel like he's some kind of weird thing.

Hades blinked, deciding to stop thinking about this bizarre detail.

Seeing Hades remain silent, the sage quickly continued speaking.

"My lord, if you grant our request, we can immediately begin the delivery of the second batch of supplies. The good news is that, inspired by you, the Mite Casting Satellite has maintained a high level of production commitment for the supplies you requested last time, exceeding the original plan by twenty percent."

The first Mechanicus fleet to arrive in Galaspa was hastily assembled at the request of the Death Guard. This relatively small fleet, towing various purification devices previously used in Barbarossa, rushed to Galaspa in a flash, responding to the Death Guard's call to transform Galaspa.

Greier's original plan was to organize the transport of military supplies for the Death Guard after a period of time. Supplies enough to supply an entire legion were naturally to be handled with care. At that time, Greier would dispatch a special escort fleet to transport supplies for the Death Guard.

Not bad, that's pretty fast. Hades nodded thoughtfully. The Death Guard had just finished fighting the Druids, so the Imperial decree wouldn't come down so quickly.

"Thank you."

Before Hades could finish speaking, a soft thud was heard, and Hades helplessly saw the sage begin to tremble again.

"Oh, by the way, could you please bring a few people with you when you go to the Barbarus Star Ring? I'll write you a letter."

Hades spoke, and at the same time, he helped the sage up.

"Are you ok?"

Hades realized he shouldn't have said that; the sage had clearly begun to reboot and had stopped trembling.

Hades stared at the sage, suddenly realizing he seemed to have forgotten something. Damn it! He should send the next batch of trainee technical sergeants to Mars!

The first batch of large-scale military orders for Deathguards has arrived, but he's still the only one among the new generation of technical sergeants?!

Damn, he got so busy he forgot. Even though he didn't mention it, Enrique must have already started planning these things, right? Surely, surely?

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Chapter 222 The Astounding Wisdom of Mars

Hades sat silently in the foundry hall, his head bowed as if deep in thought. The machines roared incessantly, but everyone in the foundry department had clearly grown accustomed to the atmosphere.

"What's wrong, Hades?"

Hades stood up. Enrique emerged from beside some giant machine, his hands covered in oil and his face weathered. The conscription in Galaspa once again posed a challenge to the foundry. Although they had prepared for it, they were still extremely busy with the large demand for armor and the construction of Galaspa.

Hades felt that this master foundry worker looked like he had just come down from a repair site, his whole aura radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay, and he was just missing a cigarette.

"Aren't you busy lately? What are you doing here?"

Enrique stopped casually, waiting for Hades' reply.

Hades forced a smile, then he clearly felt his voice falter.

"The next batch of trainee technical sergeants for the Death Guard."

"Oh, that one."