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

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But the behavior of these nobles left Hades feeling somewhat helpless.

This is not their fault.

what.

Makado, you son of a bitch!!!

Although they were guilty, Hades couldn't kill them all. He still had to make them work, but first he had to sift through the scum and find someone to supervise the behavior of those who would follow.

"Don't kneel."

The clear, crisp voice of a little girl broke the silence.

Hades sighed, turned his head, and sure enough, it was Little Herrera again.

Because the Death Guardians provided good food, and because Kim consciously separated the two siblings, Herrera's anti-psychic field improved rapidly during this period.

She even mastered the "stealth" skills of the Untouchables without any formal training.

Upon discovering that Little Herrera was suddenly becoming harder to find, Jin quickly reported this anomaly to Hades.

Hades looked at little Herella; he seemed to remember that stealth was a skill that only highly skilled nuns like the Silent Sisters could master.

Realizing that little Herrera's anti-psychic field had become strong enough, Hades decided to take care of the child himself.

Of course, they are still free-range.

It involves attaching a tracking tag to the little girl and telling her where she can move around. If she goes outside the designated area, an alarm will sound automatically.

If Little Herrera needs anything, she can go to Hades.

The rather quiet Had voluntarily immersed himself in the database to study, while little Herrera, who didn't like reading, got bored and would bother him from time to time.

Hades scratched his chin, suddenly realizing that no one had ever taught little Herella that children shouldn't talk when adults are doing things.

The native Barbalusian clearly did not understand the behavior of these nobles; she only knew from her own experience in Barbalus that one should not kneel.

I wonder if other Barbaros children are at this level too.

Hades gasped, suddenly realizing that it might actually be true.

The Death Guards of the Barbarosian descent still receive the same training in military discipline as Mortarion; such rules are practically nonexistent in those small villages.

Everyone is living a chaotic life, but the people from the stronghold are probably more decent.

But it's only "similar" to that.

"Little Herrera,"

Hades opened his private communication channel and said seriously,

"You can't interrupt people when they're doing something."

"You are not allowed to speak without permission."

"Oh, sorry."

Little Herrera immediately wilted. Realizing her mistake, she activated stealth, covered her mouth with one hand, and obediently walked to stand next to Hades.

Fowler, standing to the side, remained kneeling, trembling and unaware of what had happened.

In his line of sight, a little girl suddenly appeared to the side, and then just as suddenly disappeared without any explanation!

This is so eerie! Is that a ghost?

Fowler trembled all over, his belly jiggling. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of ghosts!

Fear made Fowler subconsciously ignore the fact that Hades' aura had already softened.

"Get up."

Hades sighed silently.

"Now, line up, everyone go over there to register."

"Write down your name, age, original planet, and crimes, or how you got here."

Write it clearly.

"Anyone who lies about their past..."

Hades remained silent, watching with satisfaction as the group of people shakily rushed over to join the queue.

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Chapter 148 My Hometown That I've Never Seen!

In Hades's temporary office, countless papers and folders filled the bookshelves, and two or three white lamps dutifully provided illumination.

At the simple reception table, little Herrera was engrossed in a literacy book, which her brother Had had picked out for her.

A huge, jet-black scythe was placed next to the desk.

Hades sat at his desk, looking at the statistical tables, his hands tapping incessantly on the table.

Makado really knows how to make the most of waste materials.

You politicians are all corrupt.

To his surprise, most of these impoverished nobles were political losers, and their political enemies would obviously prefer to see them digging in the mud on a strange planet rather than execute them.

Of course, some people had actually committed crimes. Hades looked at them and found that some had neglected their duties, some had embezzled or accepted bribes, and some had failed to pay taxes on time.

Let's keep them for now, since there's really no one else available. Let them teach the children basic literacy and other fundamental skills, but we absolutely cannot rely on these people to cultivate their moral character.

Tell him to assign a few tomb keepers to watch over these people.

The Death Guard still needs to recruit from elsewhere, but how exactly to recruit? Hades felt a headache coming on. Helplessly, he leaned back and simply covered his face with the documents.

Before, when I watched Warhammer, I only thought it was all about war. Now that I'm watching Warhammer, I realize it's all about logistics.

The Legion's Space Marines make up only a small fraction of its forces; behind the Legion lies a vast logistical system comprised of mortals and the Cult of Mechanics.

Hades suddenly understood Robert Guilliman; the Empire would truly collapse without him.

Why don't we go back and befriend the Ultra Warriors and see if we can get some farming tips from them?

But actually, Robert Guilliman seems to be only moderately regarded among his brothers now.

Cunning politicians, those who wage war with abacuses.

Well, it's not possible to go directly to the Ultra Warriors right now, and if we just start by grabbing people, the other side will probably be confused.

No, Hades, you still have to rely on yourself.

Hades sat bolt upright in his chair and began drafting a call for administrative staff.

He was on the verge of tears as he wrote.

Why didn't Hades just travel directly to Macurag? Instead, he ended up in this godforsaken place called Barbarus.

Those who wake up as Guilliman babies or angel babies must have saved Terra in their past lives, right?

If he were in Macurag, he would probably be an Ultramariner stationed in one of the 500 worlds, happily sailing around on his home planet.

You can also have a boss who understands human language, speaks frankly, and considers the future of your children.

How did he end up in Barbarossa?!

Makula, his unseen homeland!

Of course, despite his complaints, Hades couldn't just paint his armor blue and happily run away; he still had to get to work.

Currently, the Deathguard's work is progressing well.

The first phase of infrastructure on the Barbarus ring is nearing completion, and the Barbarus people can move in immediately.

On the planet, the previously fragmented farmland was reorganized and consolidated, and large agricultural machines trained by mechanical engineers roared across the fields.

In the human settlements of Barbarossa, only the necessary able-bodied laborers are left to ensure agricultural output.

Meanwhile, in the distant Galasparry, thanks to the tireless efforts of Garo, Vox, and the other Death Guards, the area has been cleared and cleaned up.

Because it is an entire hive system, and the planets within it are well-defended, even though Mortarion directly destroyed the region's productivity, Galaspa's immense potential still attracted a considerable number of Mechanicus fleets.

Compared to the Barbalus Galaxy, the Galapa Galaxy is incredibly wealthy.

A massive population, production lines that can be easily repaired and put into use, and two mining planets that have already been exploited.

On the other hand, Barbarossa, haha.

To be honest, the planet Barbaros is really poor and lacking in everything, mainly because it produced the Primarch Mortarion.

Environmental restoration work is underway on the planet Galaspa, with giant spaceships hovering over the polluted plains of Galaspa and beginning to reconstruct the local ecosystem.

Once the plains system is reconstructed, the Death Guard can set up other buildings on it; Hades plans to set up some military academies there.

The original hive city, after consultation between Hades, Mortarion, and the Mechanicus, began to be rebuilt.

The population was relocated to the upper and middle nests, and the bottom nest was restructured, dividing it into numerous industrial parks.

The products manufactured in Galaspa have also begun to seek out other nearby star systems in preparation for future commercial trade.

Of course, most of the Galapa star system was managed by Mortarion, Garo, and Vox, while Hades was mainly in charge of the construction of Barbarus and negotiations with the Mechanicus.

Although Mortalian genuinely didn't want to do these paperwork tasks, that didn't mean he couldn't. Faced with the harsh realities of life, everyone had to be pulled out to do administrative work.

Hades reaffirmed his desire to build a good relationship with the Ultra Warriors.

Unfortunately, Ultramarines can't be directly sent to Deathguards.

Hades was interrupted by a communication. He looked up and saw that it was a message from the Cult of Mechanics.

The mechanical sage Druid Mans methodically told Hades that some people could be sent to accompany the transport of the Black Stone.

Normally, no one would steal these stones, and the waterway from Barbaros to Greière is very clear, so there are no problems.

The opposing side probably wants the Death Guard to send some people as a token gesture, to keep an eye on the gathering and transportation of Blackrock, so that the Legion can rest assured.

Hades blinked, um

Let's just send a few veterans and take the good-performing new recruits out for a stroll. Anyway, those new recruits have been training for a while now, and Barbarossa is quite busy, with most of the veterans having other commitments.

Anyway, it's just a round trip back. This time, with the Mechanical Cult escorting us, there shouldn't be any problems.

Hades thought for a moment, then opened the communication channel, preparing to call the veterans to bring some new recruits over.

Greière 106 Mineral Planet.

[The Sage issued a new order, requiring Team 3 to abandon its current mining mission and instead mine the black stone ore in the hilly region.]

A foundry worker spoke to his colleague, a deep red robe draped over his shoulders, with a white gear emblem in the shape of a half-sunrise printed on the crimson fabric.

Unlike the deep crimson of Mars, and the half-heavenly gear of sunrise, this is Grei's symbol.

His colleague responded with a string of witty remarks.

[What is the required mineral production?]

[The sage only said the more the better, and that collecting everything is also acceptable.]

The rarely encountered command caused the foundry worker to pause for a moment, while simultaneously reviewing recent geological activity.

[Perhaps we can directly place explosives in these locations and then use geological activity to expose the black stone ore that was originally located in the two layers below.]

Unlike other ores encountered by blacksmiths that require purification, blackstone ore here is of very high purity and can be used directly.

However, according to previous explorations, most of the blackstone mines are located deep underground.

If it's large-scale mining, it's quite troublesome to start now because there aren't any large-scale mining machines in this area.

Why not just blow up the top two layers?

[Good idea.]

His colleagues readily accepted his men's proposal, and then they began to arrange for the spies to place the bombs.

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to be continued

Chapter 149 Barbarus Brat

after a while.