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

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The excavator began to feel afraid, and she stammered as she tried to explain her "violation" of the rules. Hades sighed inwardly; that wasn't what he meant.

"actually,"

Hades spoke seriously.

"The Death Guard came here not only to recruit Space Marines, but also to recruit mortal auxiliary troops."

The excavator shuddered violently, and Hades felt her trembling more and more intensely; her disheveled gray hair looked like a clump of weeds struggling to take root in the gale.

"My lord, thank you. My lord."

She removed her hands from her face; calluses and corrosive scars covered her abnormally swollen joints. The excavator stared at her hands, a sudden flash of fanaticism in his gray eyes.

“Sir, I was the first person to pounce on Supervisor Fens. I was the first. You may not remember me, but I was the first.”

“I smashed a sharp rock down hard on his disgusting head, and then tore his flesh with my fingernails.”

This is how the same thing?

As if to answer Hades's question, Galo's voice rang out in the private channel at just the right time.

[The Legion Commander did not hang all the administrators. Lord Mortarion spared one administrator of the Knights, then gathered the people of Mainhound and released that administrator in their presence.]

Hades gasped.

Then, there will be a massacre.

Yes, Commander.

Mortarian was conveying the meaning of resistance to these people through his simple ideas.

The last criminal stumbles out from under his companion's gallows, and the silent crowd makes way for him, but after the first perpetrator pounces and bites him, the crowd is set ablaze.

Those who are usually as weak as lambs will erupt with astonishing rage, each tearing at their "enemy" with their own hands, tearing at the person who is high above them, biting with their teeth, and spitting at them.

Hades could imagine the Lord of Death standing on a high platform, watching this rebellion with satisfaction.

The first and, so far, only thing Mortalian did in Galaspa was to liberate them and teach them liberation.

Hades blinked, looking at the excavator, who was lost in the memory of personally killing the administrator, her eyes flashing with fanatical devotion.

"We can take you away."

"You will pick up a gun and struggle on a battlefield like hell on earth, be crushed into pieces by artillery shells, be ground into mud by tanks, and be burned into a gaseous state by the high temperature of electric melting."

"I do, sir, I do, I'm already living in hell."

Hades fell silent. In any case, he couldn't bring himself to say that the war she might face would be a war of liberation, because he knew it wasn't.

“My lord, take me away, take me away! I no longer wish to live here. ‘Liberation,’ I am willing to submit to you and your army. My life was given to me by you and your legion.”

The word 'liberation' used by the excavators is in Barbalus.

Hades sighed.

“I can take you away, but it wasn’t my decision. You should thank someone else for liberating Galaspa.”

O Mortalian, when we were all trying to dissuade you from liberating Galaspa, was this the kind of vision you were actually thinking about?

Were you really thinking about the people on this platform?

War can be simple at times, involving the accumulation, analysis, and calculation of data. Both sides rack their brains to obtain the other's data and hide and conceal their own. The one who is good at math will win the game. At other times, however, it can be very complex, with inexplicable emotions and thoughts twisted together and roaring with each bullet fired.

Hades didn't know which one was the main one.

The excavator was stunned. She looked at Hades with bewilderment, like a believer suddenly realizing that she had worshipped the wrong god.

"Go, I'll take you to him."

Upon hearing Hades' words, the excavator was overjoyed and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

Hades stood up. "Pharmacist, treat me."

Her first need is treatment; if these injuries are left untreated, the woman will most likely die.

Hades stared at her broken leg, which was beginning to fester, and pondered whether she had chosen to trade injury for speed because she knew she would not pass the selection. After all, other contestants would certainly consider not crippling themselves because of the "health" factor.

While the apothecary was treating the excavator, the excavator timidly spoke up, seemingly realizing that although Hades' tone was fierce, he was actually quite approachable.

"My lord, you are taking me to see another great man. What should I be careful about?"

Hades looked into the distance, and the figures of the second batch of selectors were faintly visible at the edge of his vision.

"You don't need to pay attention to anything, you've already done very well."

"May the Lord of Death appreciate your resilience."

The trial selection went smoothly, and the other selections proceeded in turn. However, the rules were changed, and those who did not meet the criteria of "healthy eligible male" could still participate in the selection. These individuals would be assigned to the Death Guard's mortal auxiliary force, and the Death Guard promised to give them higher ranks and certain educational resources.

The administrators of Galaspa will also be selected from among those who have been incorporated into the mortal auxiliary army.

Those who do not wish to participate but still hope to join the Mortal Auxiliary Army can wait for a special recruitment drive, but they will be assigned to the most ordinary rank.

Hades has other things to do now, which is most likely due to his own selfish desires, but he still did it.

Mortarian hadn't come out yet, so Hades took a deep breath, abandoned his communication request, and began knocking on the door.

Perhaps "smashing the door" would be a more appropriate description.

The excavator timidly hid behind Hades; her left calf had been replaced with a prosthetic limb with a black metallic sheen, and the silent and oppressive environment on the Endurance clearly frightened her.

Hades refused to admit that she was startled by her own knocking.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

The door was flung open, and Mortarion strode out with a hostile expression. The Primarch had faint dark circles under his eyes, and Hades was certain he could smell the kind of stench that only villainous wizards in cartoons could give off when they burnt their porridge.

Mortalian had been working in the apothecary recently, and after seeing that Mortalian had developed several potions specifically for the environment of Galaspa, Hades decided not to delve into whether Mortalian was slacking off.

Although, given the Primarch's abilities, these potions might not take long to prepare.

Mortarian also forbids Hades from entering the apothecary, and Hades is even listed at the top of the forbidden list. Mortarian's explanation for this is that he is afraid Hades will eat random things in his apothecary.

Hades smiled amicably at this, Mortarian, "If you can't explain, you don't have to."

It's hard, the fist is hard.

"Aren't you in charge of recruiting in Galaspa?"

Mortarian glanced at Hades indifferently and asked with displeasure. Hades felt he was about to lose his temper. "Look at our status before you speak," he said.

However, considering that Hades was currently accompanied by a mortal woman, Hades decided to spare Mortarion this time.

"The conscription work is progressing smoothly."

“I’ve met a mortal woman; I think you might need to meet her.”

Mortarian frowned in displeasure.

"Hades, I know you like to daydream, and I understand that, but that's no excuse for interrupting my work."

"If you're free, I'd be happy to give you some more work."

Hades remained noblely silent. He turned to the side, revealing the diggers behind him. Under the gaze of the two giants, the gray-haired woman shrank back like a frightened little mouse.

Hades wisely stepped back a few paces to avoid putting pressure on the woman with his and Mortarian’s size.

“Say what you want to say, madam, and the Lord of Death will understand.”

Hades thoughtfully added a sentence.

The excavator trembled as he went. Perhaps the oppressive aura emanating from Mortarion was too strong. It was a chilling atmosphere that would make even a Space Marine shudder, let alone a mortal facing Mortarion head-on.

She was trembling, her knees bent, trying hard not to kneel.

".grown ups."

The excavator spoke, her voice hoarse and distorted. She stretched her hand forward in vain, as if trying to grasp the corner of Mortalian's gray cloak, but ultimately grasped nothing.

Mortarian frowned, looking down at the mortal. What was she going to do?

If it's something boring, Mortarion is happy to buff Hades.

"Thank you for bringing liberation to Galaspa."

Hades saw it clearly: after the excavator uttered those words, Mortarian froze completely, like a corpse that had been dried up for a thousand years.

The excavator, unaware of Mortalian's change, lowered her head and sobbed.

"You have liberated us, you have destroyed the Knights, thank you, thank you!"

"Before this, no one spoke up for us. We were just insects they could crush at will. My friend was executed three days before your arrival because the toilet paper produced in the factory area where she worked was not soft enough."

"She died just like that, because of a single word from the Knights. I wanted to go and fight them to the death, but I couldn't, I just couldn't."

"Lord, thank you for avenging us. You are the divine punishment sent down from heaven. Thank you, and I am willing to give everything for you."

“I can pick up a gun, you can order me to kill anyone, I can be a rusty knife in your hands, please take me in, I don’t want to go back.”

The excavator wanted to kneel down; she wished to kneel down devoutly and kiss the feet of the gods. But she was not allowed to kneel, so she could only support herself tremblingly.

Mortarian looked down at the excavator and remained silent for a long time.

Unpleasant memories from the past came flooding back; he was accused of being naive, reckless, and cruel.

He may have made mistakes, but they rebuked him mercilessly.

Those guys who fight with abacuses, those guys whose minds are full of selfishness.

After experiencing so much, just as he was about to bury this memory in a corner of his mind, a witness appeared to prove his original intention.

Mortarian lowered his eyes and squatted down.

"Your name is Mortal."

"The Knights gave me a number."

"That number no longer exists, I don't want to hear it."

The gray-haired woman was still sobbing, “Others call me the excavator.”

Would you like to use that name?

She trembled, but shook her head firmly.

"It's not worth my time to serve it."

“It’s not worth it,” Mortarian said. “But you are, so I call you Sines and I accept your allegiance.”

Cynthia started to cry, covering her face and sobbing. After all she had been through, she was broken, but she was still able to start another chapter in her life.

Mortalian stared silently at Sinnis, the rebukes of Fernus and Vulcan echoing in his ears: What exactly are you doing?

"That's what I'm doing," Mortarian thought sarcastically, but that was all he did.

After destruction comes a new beginning. The beginning of Galaspa has not yet truly begun, but Mortarion believes it will eventually. The Death Guard has planted the seeds in Galaspa, and they will sprout.

The Lord of Death received Hades' message, and Mortarion spoke as gently as possible.

"Would you rather stay in Galaspa and build it up, or would you rather fight alongside the Legion?"

“I want to follow you, my Lord.”

Mortarian shook his head, then nodded.

"I understand. I appoint you as the commander of the first company of the Death Guard Mortal Auxiliary Army. You need to grow quickly and bring death to the enemy."

"One day, you will bring liberation to others."

"Until then, live on tenaciously."

"Yes, my Lord."

Mortarion stood up, the Primarch's armor making a dull, abrupt sound.

“You need to rest now, Sisley.”

They watched in silence as the servant led the woman away, limping, until the two figures became blurry dots in the corridor. Only then did Mortarian speak again.

Did I do something wrong? Did I do something right?

Hades was unusually silent, and Mortarian realized that Hades had also fallen silent.

Hades spoke in a somber tone.

"From her perspective, you did the right thing."

"If we want to make further changes, is there enough time?"