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

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Like snowflakes, tiny green crystals began to fall.

At the edge of the area covered by the Black Stone Obelisk, due to the change in air density, poisonous gases from outside are being continuously drawn in and then sinking back down.

Therefore, a thick layer of green mist formed a wall at the anti-psychic field of the Black Stone Obelisk, acting like a barrier.

"Crash."

Hades turned his head quickly and saw leaves falling one after another.

The bird's carcass lay beneath the tree.

Hades, holding the sickle obituary, carefully tried to scrape the grass beneath his feet.

The weeds fell off easily, detaching themselves from the ground.

The dead insects rolled out from the grass, tiny black dots shrunk into a ball, long since lifeless.

But Hades keenly noticed that some plants were still tenaciously clinging to the ground, and he identified them as those with less toxicity.

That is to say-

Those who rely on poison gas will die.

The pale green snow was still falling gently.

Hades took a deep breath and looked up at everything.

Supporting the sickle with one hand and raising the other, I savor this wondrous moment.

After a long while, and after confirming that nothing else would happen, Hades shut down the Blackstone Obelisk.

The gas barrier that had blocked people's view began to dissipate, and the gas flowed back into the area, but its color was noticeably lighter.

Hades turned his head and calmly stared at the dumbfounded people outside the circle.

Mortarion and the Barbarus-born Death Guards stood frozen like statues.

Hades was covered in a pale green frost.

"feasible."

He said.

With a "bang," it seemed as if the logic engine of a mechanical sage had exploded.

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Chapter 138: Still the Original Way to Show Off

At the foot of a mountain in Barbarossa, Hades looked thoughtfully at the selection procession before him.

The mechanical skeletons used for propaganda and recording float in the air, ready to record and broadcast the pre-recruitment speech to the Barbarosians.

This was at Mortarion's request; the Primarch hoped to use this conscription as an opportunity to communicate with his people.

In a special location on this mountain, a black stone obelisk, which had been placed there long ago, stood silently, surrounded by countless untouchables and death guards, as if to provide a guarantee for this selection.

After a long week of recruitment and selection, the children who will be selected are now standing opposite the podium.

These children, wearing gas masks distributed by the Death Guard, will enter the mountains in batches.

Perhaps influenced by the death guards around them, these children, mostly pale-faced and with calloused hands, spontaneously chose to remain silent.

Some children even silently gritted their teeth.

Fully armed Death Guards stood on either side of the formation, their gleaming chainsaws standing on the ground, and their explosive pistols hanging silently at their waists.

The small damage on their power armor is a testament to the battles they have fought.

Unlike some legions that meticulously maintain their armor, regularly oiling and decorating their power armor, the Deathguards tend to preserve the scars on their armor, and will not repair them as long as the damage does not affect the functionality of the power armor.

These knife marks and gun craters are their unique glory.

The silent death guards added to the grim atmosphere; they were imposing without being angry, and their killing intent was palpable.

The Death Guards present today are all Barbarosians who distinguished themselves in the Battle of Galaspa.

Besides Mortalian, the other Death Guards also took this selection very seriously. When Hades came out of the foundry in a daze, he found that there was an inexplicable atmosphere permeating the Death Guard.

The soldiers gathered silently in the training area, wiping their weapons again and again.

The Duel Cage was incredibly popular during that period.

Are they nervous?

Hades chuckled upon realizing this. Indeed, the Barbarus Death Guard led by Mortarion had never experienced a similar "opportunity to display their glory" so far.

For these Barbarosians, it was a triumphant return home.

Of course, although Hades couldn't help but laugh when he realized this, he was currently standing on the podium with a solemn expression. The Death Guard Six-Spiked Skull on his right shoulder armor was gleaming, and the Mechanicus Ring Gear Skull on his left shoulder armor was baring its teeth and claws.

Hades specially equipped himself with his most extravagantly designed backpack to date, with precise and enormous mechanical equipment hanging obediently beside him, and a ferocious servo skeleton spitting out cables, staring at the queue in front of him.

Every now and then, curious children would take advantage of the line to sneak a peek at Hades' equipment, their curious and envious eyes lingering on Hades' gear, which was clearly different from the other Death Guards.

Noticing that some children were watching him, Hades wondered to himself if he was recruiting people for the Death Guard's Forge ahead of time.

The black scythe obituary gleamed in the sunlight, and the star slowly and steadily moved to its designated position.

The time has come.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the clattering of the precision-engineered power armor subtly reached everyone's ears, while the metal incense burner struck the power armor with a crisp sound.

Ding--

The gray cloak rose on its own even without wind.

The Primarch's powerful aura enveloped the entire area, and some timid children even held their breath.

The eyes, hidden beneath the shadow of the hood, gleamed.

Mortarian walked up to the platform, stood in the center, and stopped.

The original body was stationed.

At this moment, all the Death Guards present revealed an unprecedented killing intent and oppressive aura, and some children even buckled at the knees and knelt down trembling.

Influenced by the first group of children who knelt down, some children are also hesitant about whether to kneel down.

After all, they were the "adults" their parents talked about.

On the Star Ring, kneeling and bowing to Imperial bureaucrats and Mechanicus officials is no longer a rare sight.

In the queue, Antai looked at the boy kneeling in front of him and silently gritted his teeth.

For no other reason than that he didn't want to kneel.

"No kneeling allowed."

Mortarion removed his hood, a hoarse hiss emanating from behind his breathing mask, and the Primarch's brow furrowed involuntarily.

Hades, standing next to him, couldn't help but frown; this was not the scene they wanted to see.

Unexpectedly, they were already eliminating people before the selection process even began.

The death guards standing on both sides of the line had already begun recording the kneeling children.

To give the kneeling children time to stand up, Mortarian reached behind his head and slowly and methodically removed his breathing mask.

His lips, cracked from long-term exposure to toxic fumes, were visible, and his pale skin made him look like a corpse in the sunlight.

Now, all the barriers that Mortarion used to defend himself have been dismantled.

Hades blinked; it seemed Mortarian was serious this time.

Upon hearing this command, the kneeling children slowly stood up again.

Antaeus silently pulled the child in front of him back to his seat, and they stood up straight, looking at Mortarian ahead.

The Primarch took a deep breath.

"My people,"

He says,

"I am pleased to see you sign up for the Death Guard recruitment."

“I know that the Barbarus people have no real understanding of the Empire’s legions.”

"But you still chose to stand here."

Mortarion looked around, the Primarch's sharp gaze seemingly piercing the very soul of every person.

"Because you didn't come here because of the Empire's Death Guard."

Since Barbaross was brought under the Empire's control, the Legion has not appeared in the public eye.

Historians, who should have been celebrating the empire's achievements, were instead drawn to the glory of the front lines and largely ignored this bleak and impoverished planet.

Therefore, the Barbarus did not form their own impressions of the Empire, the Legion, or the Great Expedition.

They didn't come because of the fact that they "became Space Marines".

“Some of you came here because of the Death Guard of Barbaros.”

The generation brutally ruled by the alien lord has not yet passed away, and the most painful memories of Barbarus are still passed down by word of mouth.

The legendary rebels standing atop the mountains amidst the thick fog remain a significant part of the barren culture of Barbarossa.

Perhaps in the equally bleak dreams of this generation of Barbarosians, there once appeared a banner of resistance stained with blood.

The children standing here today may have ancestors who were either members of the resistance or peasants who were rescued by the resistance. Regardless of their background, every Barbarossa resident personally experienced that liberation.

They were drawn to the Resistance, to the Primarch, to escape their bleak cycle of life, and to participate in the continuation of the resistance.

"To you, those who wish to join the resistance, I sincerely wish you success in the selection process."

The scythe in Mortarion's hand flashed with a cold light as the Primarch looked sincerely at these ambitious individuals.

“You, and the relatives who brought you here, represent the indomitable spirit of Barbaros.”

Upon hearing the Primarch's words, some children stood up straighter, while others lowered their heads.

An Tai lowered his head in embarrassment. He hadn't come because he admired the resistance; his numb parents never told him such things.

The child who signed up was rewarded with a week's worth of food for a family of five, which is why he came.

The children who are chosen to become Death Guardians will have their families' food supplied entirely by the Death Guardians.

An Tai lowered his head, staring blankly at his dusty toes. The pride he had felt for not kneeling vanished, and he felt his cheeks turn red.

An Tai thought uneasily that he might be eliminated because of this.

"But I know that not everyone comes here for this reason."

"As someone who once lived in Barbarossa, I know all too well that dreams and passions are extremely rare there."

"Barbarus's barren land cannot produce much passion; most people bury themselves in the yellow earth all day long."

"But I know that these people who are buried in the yellow earth are not short-sighted or superficial. You are just unable to look up under the weight of reality."

"and,"

Mortarian seemed to recall something, and smiled.

“One of our most elite soldiers, Morag, was once a farmer buried in the loess soil.”

“I traded a bag of grain for his joining the resistance.”

Hades keenly sensed a surge of electricity coming from Morag's channel.

Hades blinked; Morag had been startled by the Primarch's impromptu speech.

However, the fact that he didn't immediately start muttering to himself is already quite an improvement.

"But it turns out that he was no worse than others, and even did better."

"He just needs an opportunity."

"So I'm giving you a chance."

The Primarch raised one hand and extended it towards the crowd.