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

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He muttered.

"Io".

Across from him, Io put on a stern face and solemnly extended his hand toward Antaeus.

An Tai hesitated for a moment, then reached out and shook hands with him.

"I am Lena!"

Another boy quickly put his hand over and said with a grin.

Now only one person remained at the table, and the boys all turned their gaze toward Pasteur.

Realizing everyone was looking at him, the pale-skinned child blushed instantly, lowered his head sharply, and stared at the table leg.

Pasteur.

A barely audible sound rang out.

Antai blinked, realizing that the person next to him might not be good at communicating with people.

Io wisely released his grip, and at the same time pulled away his friend Lena's hand.

“Antey, Pasteur, we can try sharing intelligence.”

Iran and Russia have spoken out.

"The selection rules for Death Guard are not as publicly stated."

"At least so far, that's not the case for the first round of selection."

"etc?!"

Antaeus interrupted Igor in surprise.

"Isn't it only by reaching the top that you can pass the selection?!"

"No, I asked others, and it just requires reaching that level."

Igor's eyes suddenly widened.

"You didn't actually climb to the top of the mountain, did you?!"

"Yes! Isn't that right?!"

"I am stupid!!!"

Lena shouted it out right there in the cafeteria.

"Holy crap! Bro, you actually made it to the top of the mountain!!!"

Antai was taken aback by their reactions. Why did they say they actually climbed to the top of the mountain?

"You didn't make it to the top of the mountain?"

"No! You're the first person I've ever seen reach the top of the mountain!"

Lena continued shouting.

"Come and see, friends! Someone has actually climbed to the top of the mountain!"

"Hey!"

Igor was about to tell Lena to lower her voice, but it was too late—

"Quiet down, you brat."

A sharp rap landed right on Lena's head.

Hades held a half-eaten bowl of porridge in one hand and the other hand suspended in mid-air, looking at the child who had just been making a fuss.

Lena turned around and saw the old soldier who had warned him, his body muscular and more than twice the size of the other giants.

He was wearing simple work clothes, and his exposed skin outside his vest was covered with a dense network of scars.

A huge scar ran straight across his left cheek, extending out in silvery-white metal. His left brain had been transformed into metal, and his left eye, glowing red, stared coldly at him.

Lena shuddered, feeling as if half of his soul had flown away.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Lena shrank instantly, trying to shrink his body, while Io sat stiffly upright beside him.

Hades blinked and scratched his head. Why didn't this happen when other people were guarding the place before?

Hades then shifted his gaze to Antaeus and Pasteur, the two more seriously injured children who had only just woken up that day.

Hades considered that with all the selectors present, if he directly expressed his attitude to the two children, it might affect the results of the second round of selections.

But since these two children have already climbed to the top of the mountain, we might as well give them a little chance.

It all depends on whether they can seize the opportunity.

"How is it, Antaeus, Pasteur?"

Hades looked at the two little brats in front of him with a bit of amusement. Antaeus tried hard to meet his gaze, while Pasteur wished he could bury his head under the table.

"I'm very, very well, sir!"

Antaeus tried his best to keep his voice from trembling, but the pressure Hades exerted on him was simply too great.

Hades looked at Pasteur, and the boy nodded vigorously, almost shaking his head off.

How can someone who climbs a cliff to the top of a mountain still be socially anxious?

Hades was puzzled, but he managed to control his expression and maintain his authority in front of the boys.

"That's good."

Hades spoke, his voice deep yet resonant, loud enough for all the children in the cafeteria to hear him.

"As the only two candidates to reach the summit, you have done a great job."

"If you still feel unwell, tell the pharmacist that you need to be fully recovered before the second round of selection."

"Yes, sir!"

Antaeus straightened his chest, while Pasteur continued to pound his head.

Hades frowned imperceptibly. Why did neither of these two children have the humility or confidence he had imagined?

But what Hades didn't realize was that it might be because his initial aura of oppression was too strong.

But he was Hades after all, and Hades was not like some people who were capricious and treated others according to their own whims.

Hades was still willing to give the two children a chance.

"Remember to eat more."

Hades gave the two men a meaningful look, then turned and left the cafeteria.

As soon as Hades left, Lena collapsed onto the table, panting heavily.

"Oh my god. I thought he was going to strangle me to death."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Io said nervously, but in reality, after what just happened, he was completely soaked in sweat."

That person's aura of oppression was simply too strong.

Antaeus stared blankly at the spot where Hades had left. Could he become that kind of person?

And what does "eat more" mean?

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Chapter 141 The Trial from Hades (Part 1)

In the dimly lit and spacious hall, Hades stood on the second-floor platform, the cold, weak white light reflecting off his helmet.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the densely packed crowd in the lobby.

In the shadows behind Hades, the Primarch stood with his arms crossed, the poisonous gas in the incense burner slowly sinking, quietly awaiting Hades to deliver his speech.

Originally, Mortarion only needed the first layer of screening, but Hades chose to add another layer of screening.

Mortalian held Hades' report in his hand, deep in thought.

"can."

Finally, Mortarian put down the report and spoke slowly.

At Hades' suggestion, a temporary building was erected for the selection process.

This is a simple building, covering a vast area, spread out on the barren plains of Barbarossa.

Inside, each room can accommodate 50 people and has basic sanitation facilities, but those inside cannot obtain water from it.

There is a special water supply system that delivers a fixed amount of water every hour.

Each room is also equipped with a lighting system, but only provides minimal illumination.

Apart from that, the entire room was completely empty, without any furniture or anything else.

And such rooms filled this temporary building.

Hades stared expressionlessly at the recruits, who had already proven their resilience in the first round of trials.

But not enough.

He needs someone who can hold their ground in extreme environments.

It's almost time.

Hades held the obituary, raised his hand, and then slammed it down heavily.

"Om-"

The muffled sound rippled through the hall, and the previously slightly agitated crowd instantly fell silent.

The boys stared at Hades from above with a mixture of fear, tension, and curiosity.

The servo skeleton emerged from above Hades' left shoulder, staring coldly at everyone.

"I am Hades, the Death Guard, in charge of the second trial."

Hades began with a brief self-introduction.

"First of all, I sincerely congratulate you on passing the first trial. You have proven that you are resilient enough."

"Of course, I think you have already noticed that the passing criteria for the first trial are not what were previously announced."

"And the criteria for passing the second trial will not be explicitly stated."

Hades paused, looking at the various expressions on the boys' faces in the hall; some were astonished, while others were not surprised.

"But I can give you some hints."

Hades paused briefly again, and after making sure that every child's attention was firmly on him, he spoke again.

"You are human."

This is Hades' first sentence.

"If you pass the trial, you will become Death Guardians, and you will fight together for humanity."

"You must be resilient enough."

"Regardless of whether it's inside or outside."

People strained to lift their heads and prick up their ears, trying to sift out useful information from Hades' words.

The crowd was like a thirsty school of fish, mouths agape, waiting for Hades to continue feeding them information.

But Hades stopped.

"Alright, now prepare to begin your second trial."

An Tai walked silently with the crowd.

On his wrist was a bracelet that flashed "0077," which was said to monitor their physical data.

They were numbered, assigned to different groups, and then led into the room by those tall death guards.

The room was quite dark, and An Tai couldn't help but open his eyes wide.