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

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"Commander, we would like to inquire about Company Commander Hades and request certain precautionary measures."

Finally, Garo's voice rang out flatly and emotionlessly, just as he always did when reporting to Mortarian. No matter the state of the battlefield, this company commander would never report with emotion, lest he interfere with the commander's analysis.

Mortarian stared quietly at the three men standing in front of him. Even though Mortarian didn't go to the area where the Seventh Company used to be, he knew that these three were warriors whom Hades trusted and frequently interacted with in the Legion.

Vox was mentioned "unintentionally" by Hades on several occasions in the hope that Mortalian would notice him.

Hades trusted them, and Mortarian knew it.

As for Galo and the others, Mortalian still needs to confirm.

Because now they are indeed standing before Mortarion, offering suggestions to limit Hades.

"Regarding Hades' physical condition, you can go directly to him and he will give you a more direct and detailed answer."

"As for the second point, what's the reason?"

"Prevention, prevention against a Death Guard?"

"Your actions make it hard for me not to question your motives. Is it because Hades is moving around the military too frequently?"

Mortarian stared at Garo, awaiting his reply. The former Twilight Raider remained unmoved, standing there ramrod straight.

To Mortarian's surprise, it was Vox who stepped forward. This Barbarus boy, whom Mortarian remembered as rather mild-mannered, was overly cautious, Mortarian's assessment of him. Beneath Vox's mild-mannered exterior lay extreme caution and keen wisdom.

It's unclear whether Hades was genuinely fooled by the child's appearance and recommended Vox to Mortalian, or whether Hades saw through Vox's true nature and recommended him to Mortalian. Mortalian leans more towards the former.

So Vox's stepping forward came as a complete surprise to Mortalian, and Vox took a deep breath.

“Father, I meant no offense.”

"You are free to speak your mind, I allow you to."

"I have always been grateful for Lord Hades's care and deeply admire his strength. In my personal opinion, Lord Hades is among the best in the Death Guard, whether in politics, combat, or forging. We have no doubt about Lord Hades's position."

"I also sincerely believe that Lord Hades is willing to defend the glory of the Death Guard."

"In my daily interactions with Lord Hades, I think he may have underestimated his own special abilities. For the Death Guard, Lord Hades is the sharpest blade, but even the sharpest blade must be carefully sheathed in order to avoid accidentally injuring the user."

"I think that if something unexpected happens and Lord Hades accidentally causes damage to the Death Guard, that would not be a scene that Lord Hades would want to see."

Vox carefully considered his words before speaking. Since it was inconvenient for Garo and Blanca to say these things, he would do it himself.

In fact, Vox volunteered to join in seeking advice from Mortalian, even though Garo initially didn't want him involved.

Vox trusted Hades, and Hades wouldn't want this to happen.

Mortarian remained silent, pondering Vox's words. Vox's words did not seem insincere; he truly believed them.

Within the Death Guard, Mortarion certainly trusted Hades, but what about the others? After witnessing that scene, how many could still accept Hades?

Galo knew that after that expedition, the last survivors of the Second Battlefield had all gone to the Gravekeeper to confide in him. But to Galo's surprise, it was not the flesh-and-blood aliens that made them uncomfortable, but rather Hades's dark domain.

Those who can adjust quickly, like Blanca, are few and far between.

The Untouchables are a curse; they are born to be shunned and feared by people, and some even try to kill them. But in the face of Hades' Dark Domain, which is far more powerful than the average Untouchable, no one can resist the trembling that comes from the depths of their soul.

Even Kirkland and King, who frequently deal with untouchables, could only manage barely normal communication when faced with Hades's Dark Domain, which was diluted several times over.

Galo and his group's advice was partly intended to draw Mortalian's attention, but it was also driven by anxieties they had deliberately ignored.

After a moment of silence, Mortarian stared at Vox and spoke.

"I see."

The Primarch tapped his chair impatiently. What Vox said was true. Mortarion knew Garo and the others' concerns. Hades' abilities were too special. This reminded Mortarion of his adoptive father's words: any power that people cannot understand is called witchcraft, and wizards will be burned to death by panicked people.

Mortarian never expected that, after countless slayings of psionicists, Hades would be thrust into this position.

"So, how do you plan to prevent it?"

Silence once again enveloped the room. Garo and his group stood there resolutely, yet remained silent. Mortarian took a deep breath.

"You don't know how to prevent it, yet you still gave me advice?"

For once, Galo's slightly strained voice rang out.

“We originally thought you might have insights into this matter.”

"go out."

Motalian's somewhat angry voice rang out. He had already begun to struggle internally, but Garo's words told him that they had no suggestions either.

"If you really want advice, think it over before you come to me."

"Now, I hope you will reflect on your abruptness."

"."

"I apologize, sir, we have offended you."

Gara spoke and led the two away, but this time they weren't as resolute as when they came in. Before the door closed, Mortarian suddenly spoke.

“If you really want a workable solution, then go ask Hades.”

"Report the results of your communication with him."

The door suddenly slammed shut.

Mortarian stared impatiently at the screen in the conference room. It was all a farce, and the Primarch had finally decided to leave. He casually turned on the screen, and Hades's furious roar immediately filled the room.

Stop smearing meat on my face!

The video has sound, but Hades' words are clearly inappropriate to be played in front of Horus. The Death Guard needs to maintain a necessary image in front of other legions.

Mortalian watched for a while, bored out of his mind. Hades, who was full of strange talk, certainly had no idea what the people he usually interacted with had just done.

Then he got up and left, leaving only Hades's soliloquy in the empty conference room.

One more chapter to go, wait for me to finish writing.

Chapter 211 Medical Room (again)

Outside the medical room, Blanca took a deep breath, glanced at the two people behind him, and the three nodded. Blanca then pushed the door open and went inside.

"Hades, how are you recovering—"

Blanca was interrupted halfway through his sentence when he saw two people gathered around Hades' bed, the three of them chatting animatedly.

"Oh, Blanca? And Vox and Galo too, you've come to see me!"

Hades' enthusiastic voice rang out.

“Io, Lena, this is Garo, the company commander of the 7th Company, that’s Blanca, and this is Vox from the 1st Company. Don’t be nervous, they’re easy to talk to.”

"Don't stop at the door, come over here, everyone. These two are the latest batch of recruits from Barbarossa. This is Io, the trainee apothecary, and this is Lena from the Second Company."

Seeing Hades' enthusiastic call, the three visitors had no choice but to go over. Garo remained serious and expressionless, while Blanca looked like she wanted to kill Hades. Only Vox smiled gently and somewhat awkwardly, "If we had known that you were chatting, we wouldn't have come to visit at this time."

"Oh, no, that's not true. Leo just let me go, and he's just letting his apprentice Io watch over me for a while. I'm just having a chat."

Io bowed respectfully to the three men, saying, "If you gentlemen have other matters to attend to, please go ahead. We will take our leave now."

Then the trainee pharmacist paused, and said hesitantly, "Lord Leo instructed that Lord Hades should not be given food, so please do not bring food in."

"At the same time, if Lord Hades suggests going to the cafeteria, please prohibit such behavior."

"Huh? Didn't we just agree that I could go to the cafeteria?"

Io silently looked away. This was just a delaying tactic. He couldn't directly refuse Hades, who had a higher military rank, so he could only stall until Leo arrived.

The good news is that Hades and his friend Lena are getting along well, so Io doesn't need to try to stall for time. Lena has always been like that, carefree and easygoing, ever since Barbarossa.

"That's right, Io, didn't we just agree to give some to Senior Hades?"

Io nudged Lena quietly, signaling, "Don't drag him to his death, you useless teammate!" Lena stared at him in disbelief, as if to say, "How could Io lie?"

Looking at the three of them, Vox felt his smile was about to burst out.

"We will abide by this."

Galo's stern voice rang out, interrupting the two recruits' tug-of-war.

"Sir, we'll be leaving now."

Igor nodded, preparing to leave.

"Greetings, gentlemen! I am Lena!"

Damn it, what a terrible teammate! Io felt like he was about to break out in a sweat. This kid has absolutely no sense of propriety. I really don't know how he developed this kind of personality.

Just as Blanca was about to reprimand them, Hades' voice rang out in time, "Vox, do you recognize them? I think they're one of the best among this batch of recruits."

Vox silently noted down the words that Hades had probably said to Lord Mortalian before, except that he was the one who was in those words. Now, Vox was the highest-ranking Barbarus descendant besides Hades.

"Okay, senior."

"Thank you, senior Hades!"

Lena shouted loudly, then turned around and quickly hugged Hades before pulling the petrified Io away.

Hades gave an awkward laugh.

"Haha, I didn't expect to find such a cheerful warrior in our Death Guard."

"They don't look like recruits grown from Mortalian seeds at all," Hades thought to himself, cursing incessantly. If he didn't know his own gene seed was still in the freezer, he would have seriously doubted that these recruits were grown from his own. But gene seeds don't involve personality changes, right?

Vox nodded, expertly picking up where Hades left off, “The warriors’ personalities are also influenced by their lives before they became Space Marines, and being more outgoing isn’t a bad thing for the Deathguard.”

"I'll remember Lena and Io."

Vox and Hades exchanged a glance, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

"You little brat, how dare you be so blatant?"

"I've been following them from the very beginning. Their selection data was excellent. Besides, Blanca, who was it that led me to the meeting room of those company commanders like Galo?"

Blanca coughed a few times, "You're a quick learner, kid."

Hades wore a self-righteous expression and naturally reached out his hand.

"what are you doing?"

"Food?"

"How could we possibly bring something like this—"

Before Blanca could finish speaking, he saw Vox pull out an edible terracotta block from his power armor and hesitate whether to give it to Hades.

"Senior, since the pharmacist has already said so, then it's best not to."

"Don't I know my own body? Leo is just messing with me. Give it to me!"

Hades immediately stood up, ready to snatch it.

"No."

Galo stepped forward and took the food from Vox's hand, then placed it aside. Hades immediately wilted upon seeing this.

"Get some rest." Galo said in an unquestionable tone, pressing Hades back onto the bed.

"Ugh, no food again, and there are three of you. Don't tell me you're really here to see if I'm dead or not."

"Senior, you can't say that."

"Do we have such a bad image in your mind?"

Hades raised his hands, looking helpless. "Alright, alright, I misunderstood you. It turns out you really came to help me recover from my injuries, but unfortunately you came in such a hurry that you didn't bring me anything."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the world is going to the dogs, the world is going to the dogs."

Blanca felt a hardening in his chest, a hardening in his fists. This was indeed Hades' usual way of interacting with them, but when he thought of Hades on the battlefield, an unreal, tearing feeling permeated Blanca's mind. Vox and Garo felt the same way.

"I've come to visit you, and also to talk business."

"We just went to see the Legion Commander," Gara said calmly.

Hades sat up straight instantly, his face serious. "Speak, what is it this time?"

"you."

This made Hades pause for a moment, blinking incredulously. "Huh?"

Vox and Gara exchanged a glance. "Senior, is this the first time you've used your abilities on a large scale in the Druun battlefield?"

Hades thought back for a moment, and if you counted the days in Deathguard, this was indeed the first time. "Pretty much, the first time I used Dark Domain on the front lines."