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

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Finus said,

"We're all brothers, don't worry."

"May I ask a few more questions about your intention to use Galaspa as a recruitment planet?"

Mortarian remained silent before him.

Hades' voice rang out, as hoarse as Mortarion's, yet powerful and resonant.

"My lord, Lord Mortalian, who is busy with Legion affairs, has entrusted this matter to me. Please allow me to answer your questions."

"it is good."

Phenus, not being a Primarch who dwelled on these matters, simply voiced his questions about the Galaspa structure and the composition of its star systems.

To his delight, the other party, a true technical sergeant, answered all his questions with concise summaries and abundant data.

"good very good."

"It's a pleasure to meet such an outstanding Death Guardian technical sergeant. What is your name?"

"I am Hades, the Death Guardian."

Mortarian watched silently as his two brothers boarded the shuttle in the distance, and after a roar, the judges departed.

Hades had been answering Phenus and Vulcan's questions the whole time.

Mortarian was initially puzzled and even somewhat annoyed, but he soon realized that his two brothers' attitudes toward him had changed.

Especially Vulcan, who seemed to be glowing when Hades "unintentionally" suggested searching for children to facilitate the Death Guard's future education of the search and rescue team, which had already set off.

Why did they make such a drastic change when everything else remained the same except for using Galaspa as a recruitment planet?

But Mortalian didn't care about having another recruitment planet, so he listened silently to Hades's reply.

Mortarian blinked and turned to look at Hades, who was standing there.

Hades must have mastered some unspoken evaluation criteria and learned the rules of those games.

Would they teach these things on Mars?

He was about to ask—

However, on the other side, Hades watched in a daze as his nose began to bleed; the massive amount of calculations and data input he had just done had made his brain feel hot.

In my chest, I feel blood gushing out of my second heart.

God knows what a shock it was for him to hear Mortalian had gone to meet with Fernus and Vulcan as soon as he woke up.

He was even wondering if Vulcan would end up fighting Mortarian.

Without thinking twice, Hades rushed over here based on his memories of other Primarchs from his previous life.

When faced with the pharmacist who came to dissuade him, Hades, upon learning that taking a few steps or having a minor fight wouldn't get him into the Dauntless, decisively threw himself away and ran.

At the same time, he directly contacted Galo, Vox, and other former company commanders, as well as Enrique, asking them to send him all of Galaspa's data.

Hades didn't hold back and directly instructed Vox to investigate for him.

The good news is that Galaspa is a perfect recruitment site, and he managed to fool everyone.

Hades looked at Mortarian, who was still completely bewildered and even wanted to ask him a question.

Mortarian, you son of a bitch—

"boom!"

Hades, unable to hold on any longer, collapsed to the ground.

Once I've sorted out the book reviews, I'll post a flyer.

Observing arguments in the book review section, a statement

We had a fight over the book review, which involved verbal abuse.

For verbal attacks, the initiator will receive a warning once, and will be banned immediately for the second offense.

Then, this book is a Warhammer-themed male-oriented novel. Using references is allowed, but must be done in moderation.

Speaking of Warhammer and male-oriented content, these two elements don't really seem to be associated with BL (Boys' Love).

Some comments shouldn't be too exaggerated; if they are, I'll just dismiss them outright.

Comments that negatively impact the viewing experience, even if their starting point is unclear, will be removed by the author.

The data from the backend has always been clear: the number of subscribers to the side stories is actually very small compared to the main story, extremely small.

Also, the number of comments doesn't really reflect the number of subscribers. In my experience, some chapters with few subscribers, but scenes with interactions between the main character and supporting characters, have a lot of comments.

Taking all these points into account, the majority remain silent, so please comment appropriately and keep your comments to yourselves in small, private circles.

Chapter 129 Mortarian, you motherfucker

In the single medical room of the Endurance, two pharmacists were busy working at the medical table.

In the originally dim room, a blinding white light illuminated the operating table. Around the operating table, IV tubing hung from the rack, and different instruments surrounded it, emitting a calm and rhythmic dripping sound.

The Primarch's tall figure sat silently in the chair in front of the operating table. At the apothecary's request, Mortarion removed his poison gas burner, and his body, no longer surrounded by poison gas, appeared noticeably thinner.

A Primarch-exclusive servant stood next to Mortalian.

"Alright, sir."

A pharmacist approached Mortalian and indicated that Hades would wake up soon.

Meanwhile, the pharmacist Leo stared silently at Hades. In the pharmacist's calculations, the anesthetic's effects were about to wear off—

Hades' eyelids twitched, and then he opened his eyes.

Leo gave Hades a "kind" smile.

Hey, young man, you're awake.

That's right, he's the pharmacist who got the back throw.

Leo still feels a dull ache in his back; that kid's grip is really strong.

He chased after Hades to let him go back to rest, but the guy immediately threw him to the ground and ran away.

Haha.

Now you're lying here again, aren't you?

Of course, to speed up Hades' recovery, he deliberately injected less painkiller, and during the suturing, he touched a few insignificant nerves to help the muscles recover.

The first thing Hades saw when he opened his eyes was Leo's insincere smile. He gasped and prepared for a bloodbath.

However, Leo merely stared at him with murderous eyes before stepping aside.

Seeing that Hades' condition had stabilized, the two apothecaries retreated to the equipment area separated by a white sheet, giving the legion commander and Hades space to talk.

Hades now understood why Leo hadn't stabbed him.

Hades sat up and, as expected, stared speechlessly at Mortarian.

Mortalian kept his head down and remained silent. The Primarch placed his massive scythe, the Obituary, flat on his knees as he sat, the huge chain blades lightly touching the ground with a soft sound.

When the silence between the two had made the pharmacist next door feel uneasy, Hades spoke up.

"Let me take a look at the Death Guard's data for this campaign. I've been looking at data about Galaspa and haven't paid much attention to the campaign itself."

Mortarian snorted and raised his hand, gesturing for his servant to hand him the data panel.

Hades took the board and began browsing through the various data, including pre-battle preparations and the number of participating ships.

Hmm. Average.

Hades turned a page—

His vision blurred. This number, this number you're telling me is the damn kill ratio?!

Hades fell backward and nearly died.

The instrument's shrill alarm blared, startling Mortarian. He stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a sharp sound.

The two pharmacists in the cubicle rushed out and began a new round of rescue efforts.

It took Hades a little while to recover.

"Don't get agitated, your blood pressure was too high just now."

Leo gave Hades a warning look, then packed up his equipment and left.

"it is good"

Hades responded listlessly.

Then he looked back at Mortarian.

"I'm fine, please sit down."

However, Mortalian remained standing. After a long silence, the Primarch asked a question in a muffled voice.

So we actually failed?

Hades took a deep breath.

"No, this battle was a victory for the Death Guard."

But it was a Pyrrhic victory.

If we exclude the exaggerated and explosive damage, the Battle of Galaspa can be considered a classic battle—in terms of the early-stage tactics for breaking through the system's defenses.

To fight a large enemy with a small force, even a moment's hesitation could mean death.

When a galaxy is heavily fortified with defensive weapons, besides the conventional approach of gradually encircling and nibbling away at its resources, a swift and decisive victory is another unconventional option.

The advantage is that it allows you to concentrate your own forces, directly break through the enemy's defenses, and take their head.

If successful, the damage will actually be reduced compared to the conventional approach.

However, the downside is that if you make a single wrong move, you lose the whole game.

If the enemy hesitates for even a moment, or manages to obstruct the attack for even a short while, then the endless, star-sea-drenching defensive fleet will surround the assaulting Death Guard, slowly and irresistibly devouring everything in its path.

Motalian's tactics are a classic example of abandoning any backup plans and fighting a desperate battle.

The Death Guard's fleet comprised more than half of its ships and a quarter of its forces in this battle.

As the supreme commander, Mortarian was even at the forefront of the assault himself.

Hades almost fainted from that tactic.

If it were a battle concerning the life or death of the entire legion, Hades would certainly say it was well fought and brilliantly executed. When there was only one legion's strength, Mortarion's method of fighting was undoubtedly the best solution.

But that's not it!

Mortarion could even choose not to attack this star system!

The Imperial Army's initial assessment of this civilization was correct: this type of star system was simply unsuitable for a single legion to attack.

The safest strategy is to encircle and annihilate the enemy with three legions, slowly wearing them down.

This tactic will undoubtedly be a bloody meat grinder, with casualties greatly increased. However, since the casualties are shared among multiple legions, no single legion will bear too many losses.

Mortarion's strategy was to use "relatively" few casualties (but still too many for a legion to bear) and gamble that his legion would not be annihilated in this battle.

Clearly, he won his gamble, and Deathguard won the battle.

However, if we look at this battle from a broader perspective, we will find that it was a losing proposition.

The purpose of war is to gain greater benefits for one's own side.

Putting the cart before the horse, even if you win, it will be utterly tasteless.

Hades looked at Mortalian with a complicated expression. He suddenly remembered that when they were on Barbarus, Mortalian had never seemed to consider economic and livelihood issues such as post-war recovery.

However, due to the speed at which the Death Guard was liberated and the absence of the alien lords' oppression, the productivity and fertility of the Barbarus were greatly liberated. Therefore, during Mortarion's reign, Barbarus' population and civilization actually experienced a period of prosperity.

While Mortarion merely kept track of the number of soldiers training, people from other places flocked to Barbarus every day to join the army.

On Barbaros, Mortarion's reason for leading the army was simple: to liberate humanity from the rule of a tyrant.

It's clear that the Primarch is thinking and acting in the same way now.