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

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Unqualified.

Any child who actively tries to compete for something, or who encourages others to compete for it, is disqualified.

Conversely, children who step in to stop such behavior (acting as bystanders but actively choosing to intervene) and who voluntarily distribute their food, even if they withdraw midway, will be considered qualified.

Those children who failed would undergo short-term memory erasure to make them forget the content of the two selections, and then be given a week's worth of food before being sent back.

"earth?"

Morag's words, while he was inspecting the items, pulled Hades out of his reverie.

Hades shifted his gaze to the child—ah, it was Antaeus.

Hades certainly remembered the child who climbed to the top of the mountain; the room he was in was one of the few rooms in the second round where no one left out.

The child is holding a small glass bottle containing a little soil.

This piqued Hades' interest.

What are you carrying?

"Tu, sir."

Antai stood still and answered honestly.

Why Obito?

Hades asked,

"I heard that after Death Guard, it's very difficult for him to return to Barbaros."

"So I took some soil from my family's field."

Hades blinked, then reached out and picked up the bottle.

The dull soil of Barbaros sloshed around inside.

Hades covered the dark domain.

The negligible amount of psionic energy disappeared.

"it is good."

Hades returned the small bottle to Antaeus.

"Of course you can bring it up."

Hades stood back up, arms crossed, and continued examining the children.

Just as the children were about to board the plane, Mortarian, who had finished arranging the next batch of colonies in Barbarus, also appeared.

Mortalian looked thoughtfully at the children, who each held one of their own personal belongings.

"We didn't let them take anything with them back then."

The first batch of Death Guards had no personal items.

Mortarian felt it was necessary for them to take some of their own things back to the Deathguard.

Hades shrugged.

"Most people don't have much to take."

Hades thought of his humble abode, which contained nothing but the necessities of daily life.

The things from the Empire are still the most useful.

"Do not."

Motalian said,

"They need to preserve their memories of Barbarossa."

Mortarian's scythe and his incense burner constantly remind him of where he came from.

“Past hardships shape us, and Death Guard should remember every suffering.”

"We pass through hardship, and it makes us more tired, more resilient, and more aware of why we live."

Hades blinked.

"I've long forgotten all the battles, big and small, that took place in Barbarossa."

"Then perhaps you should keep a memento."

"What can I take? Am I supposed to bring up the bowl I used before?"

Hades joked.

"Perhaps it could be something else."

Mortarian slowly lifted one of the incense burners that was hanging on his armor, and a thick cloud of poisonous gas rose up.

He unscrewed the incense burner and took it out—

A stone in half.

"This is?"

Hades looked at the half-stone, feeling a strange sense of familiarity about it.

Mortarian rolled his eyes at him.

"You are indeed forgetful."

"Give."

Hades took it; this was half a stone, the other half was nowhere to be found.

He tried to use his black-field perception—

Damn it? !

Hades suddenly remembered.

Was this the battle that first made him realize the Dark Domain?

Lazar, the Alien Lord!

"You still keep this?!"

Hades blurted out something out of the blue.

"This is proof that the Death Guard has killed an Alien Lord for the first time besides me, so why not keep it?"

"Besides this, I also have the skull of the first alien lord, and the first rib of the lord that the Southern Rebels jointly severed together."

Motalian said matter-of-factly,

In the Primarch's personal space, there was a lot of trivial stuff that could prove the Death Guard's achievements on Barbaros.

Mortarian believed that his collection would soon be filled with spoils from other space battles.

He has now safely placed the skull of the supreme leader of Galaspa in his warehouse.

Hades gave Mortarian a strange look.

He suddenly remembered that although the Endurance had no decorations, Mortarian had ordered that all the battles fought by the Deathguard be engraved on the bow.

The Battle of Galaspa has now been carved in High Gothic script on the head of the Endurance.

Hmm. Just thinking about how Mortarian is still stubbornly using his alien foster father's scythe.

Hades tossed the half-stone into his power armor compartment with mixed feelings.

It seems that many Primarchs have this kind of fetish: Ultramarines have blankets sewn with their achievements, and Blood Angels have artworks that celebrate various battles.

Most Primarchs will privately collect items that symbolize past battles.

However, Mortarion possesses a kind of rustic beauty.

Skulls and stones, and things like that.

"So, how's the migration plan going?"

Hades decided not to think about that anymore and changed the subject.

"almost."

Motalian said,

"One Barbaros standard year can cover roughly the distance of migration."

"There aren't many people left on Barbarossa right now."

Mortarian spoke slowly.

Because the previous Blackrock Experiment proved the eerie psionic environment here, they decided to relocate most of Barbarus's population to the Star Ring.

Most of the people who had been there before had already migrated to the Star Ring on their own initiative.

While this made his work easier, the fact still left the Primarch feeling a sense of unease.

He had assumed people would choose to stay and hone their skills.

Hades, meanwhile, was pondering to himself.

Construction on the planet's surface will only begin once the Death Guard finds a solution to Barbaros's environmental problems.

He had to figure out a way to see if he could try to get some low-end black stone obelisks.

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Chapter 145 Black Stone, Star Ring, Forging the World

This is arguably the best-lit spot on the ring for the Death Guard, with white light illuminating the space without any blind spots.

Hades stood outside the medical room, facing the pharmacist Leo.

"It is estimated that 1377 new recruits will be able to successfully join the Deathguard."

Leo retrieved the data from this renovation and reported it to Hades.

"it is good."

To Hades' surprise, the success rate of this surgery was quite high.

Soon, the Death Guard will receive a new batch of soldiers from Barbaros.

These new recruits will be assigned to several companies that suffered heavy losses in Galapagos after training.

We can now begin planning the new recruit training program.

After leaving the medical room, Hades pondered as he pulled up the initial training plans for Death Guard or Twilight Raider, preparing to give the recruits a big surprise.

However, around the corner of the corridor, a dark, shadowy object suddenly lunged at his face. Even though he didn't initially sense any malice, Hades almost fired a bomb at it.

"Sergeant Hades, hello."

Completely unaware that he had done anything wrong, the druid sage followed Hades, calmly greeting him as he did so.

"Hello."

Hades' lips twitched slightly, but he maintained a polite tone.

Although these sages probably don't care about these things.

"The success rate of the new recruits' transformation this time has reached a very satisfactory figure."

The static hum sounded smoothly.

Beneath his helmet, Hades glanced at the bio-sage. Indeed, the organs and gene seeds were provided by this sage.

After the Death Guard's gene seed vault was nearly attacked, Mortarion made a special trip to visit the bio-sage and express his heartfelt gratitude.

Of course, this sage was not polite at all, and took the opportunity to extract a lot of blood from Mortarion in order to use it for the production of a new batch of high-quality gene seeds.

Hades couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Mortarion sitting there listlessly while the sage drew his blood.

Ahem, let's get back to the topic. Why did this sage come to see Hades?

"Yes, thank you for your skills."

"May Om Messiah continue to shower His glory upon you."

Taking over the sage's words, Hades casually recited a prayer, something he'd gotten used to when dealing with the mechanical sage.