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

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Using the information he had gathered from Hades, he successfully fooled them and made a deal with them using the Kirkland Sage's shuttle.

Those sages who forged the world probably wanted to find something on Kirkland's shuttle, but clearly, King knew there was nothing there.

The good news is that the sages who forged this world weren't so interested in alien technology, so they readily helped Jin pack up the obelisk.

So they returned dejected, with Jin only hoping that the Death Guard could give him some mechanical parts so he could repair his mechanical body.

but now.

Jin looked at the Primarch staring intently at him.

Hades, wake up!

Talking to the Primarch is terrifying!!!

As the Primarch emerged from the medical room, his heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Vox, the First Company Commander who had been waiting outside the medical room, immediately caught up with the Primarch and continued to report on the various post-war matters.

The death shrouds behind him silently followed in the Primarch's footsteps.

Balasin, the former company commander of the First Company, was ambushed by the enemy with a heavy mining machine while crossing a narrow corridor. He was seriously injured and fell into a coma. He was then hidden in the Dreadnought by the pharmacist and is now in a deep sleep.

So Balasin appointed Vox to take his place, but it was clear that Vox was still some distance from becoming a mature chief company commander. Therefore, the Undertaker's leader, Garo, took over some of the affairs of the First Company.

Aside from the deceased and the injured, the entire Deathguard team is extremely busy right now.

I'm absolutely swamped with work.

Therefore, even Mortarion could no longer remain in the infirmary.

An entire galaxy awaits post-war takeover. The Death Guard must ensure that no one organizes another resistance. The entire legion is scattered across different planets in the Galapa star system, carrying out post-war cleanup.

The imperial bureaucrats who had previously clamored for a blockade immediately dispatched a tax collection agency and an Asclepius fleet to investigate after hearing that the Death Guard had recaptured Galaspa.

The greedy and slick mortal officials, with ever-present amiable smiles on their faces, chattered incessantly, trying to get in touch with the Death Guard regarding management.

They're just like flies.

Mortarian thought unhappily.

However, the Death Guard will only ensure that the armed forces in this star system are eliminated and the tyranny is overthrown. As for subsequent administrative work such as tax collection, that is indeed the business of the imperial bureaucracy.

So even if Mortalian was unwilling, the Death Guard had to coordinate with them.

So he decisively handed the job over to Garo. As the leader of the Death Guard's Undertaker, Garo's job was already quite easy. Even though he was temporarily managing part of the First Company, he could still add some more work.

He also decisively ignored the fact that Galo was busy as a bee.

Mortalian thought silently, "The Death Guard is still short-handed."

He had originally intended to have Karas do some things, after all, Karas had shared the leadership and command of the south with him when he was above Barbaross.

Compared to Karas, Vokes is still somewhat inexperienced in management.

But Callas already has a job.

After the Battle of Galaspa, the Death Guard suffered heavy losses and urgently needed replacements.

Motalian, preoccupied with post-war cleanup, was naturally unable to personally go to Barbaros to recruit soldiers.

Just then, Carrastefon came to him, asking to return to Barbaros to help with recruitment.

Motarian readily agreed.

Looking into Karas's deep black eyes, Mortarian suddenly realized that he hadn't talked to this old friend in a long time.

After all, the last psionic incident did indeed create a rift between the two sides in the end.

"How about it?"

Mortarian was referring to the Battle of Galapagos, but Typhon certainly knew what he was asking.

Typhon fell silent, his deep-set eyes indicating that he was deep in thought.

Compared to Hades, who liked to express his emotions, Mortarian could never read Karas's expressions; he always preferred to hide his expressions behind his eyes and beard.

“We taught them a lesson, and we ended the order of this tyrannical civilization.”

"Just like we did in Barbarossa."

Finally, Callas laughed easily.

“I’m glad the Death Guard can play such a role in the Great Crusade, and I think that’s what you wanted too, Mortarion.”

The words of comfort from his friend brought some solace to Mortalian, who had been working non-stop for days.

"Yes, that's right."

He said in a low voice, and Karas took the opportunity to make his own request.

"Too busy, Death, you're always too busy."

“I also want to help you, so let me go back to Barbarossa.”

Ever since waking up that day, a nameless longing has lingered in Karas's heart for that beautiful, deep green planet.

"it is good."

Mortarian concluded by saying this.

The Primarch's direct orders naturally did not require approval from anyone else. While everyone was busy running around, the Death Guard's recruitment ships heading towards Barbaros had already been launched.

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Chapter 128 Hades is also trying to rescue people today.

The stench of corpses permeated the wasteland of Galapagos. Near the hive city, the bodies had long since piled up into small hills.

On the bloated nest, a large hole was clearly visible, from which wisps of smoke occasionally drifted out.

Mortarian watched silently as his two brothers stepped off the shuttle, slowly pursing his dry lips.

Originally, each Primarch who returned was led by the Primarch brother who brought them back to learn how to become a qualified Legion Commander and gradually integrate into the Empire.

Horus was originally supposed to lead the Mortarion, but by chance, it was Makador who completed the Mortarion's integration into the Empire.

Mortarian, on the other hand, did not have much contact with his so-called biological brothers.

However, he was still able to distinguish the two that had come from Macardo's previous descriptions of the various protogenes.

The figure in front was shorter, wearing a distinctly different black steel-colored power armor. However, this complex and intricate armor did not cover his hands; instead, it revealed his silver-white steel arms, the metal of which appeared to be flawlessly tough.

Mortarian grasped this detail, and it must be Fernus, who, according to Macardo, was born in the world of the dead like him, and was extremely rational and efficient.

This is good news, Mortarian thought.

Based on his previous understanding, Mortarian realized that he was not satisfied with all his brothers. In those obscure and vague descriptions that avoided the important points, Mortarian decisively focused on the brothers that he might dislike.

For example, he had an older brother who used psychic powers, and he couldn't understand the pursuit of glory and splendor by most of his brothers.

But now it was Fernus who had come, Mortarion thought. He hoped his brother could judge the Death Guard's achievements fairly, since it would affect the Empire's future assessment of the Death Guard and where they might be called up to fight.

Behind his brother, Phenus, a very tall figure silently walked over.

With a rather imposing build, this elder brother was even taller than Mortarion, and he looked wider than three Mortarion stripped of their armor stacked together.

Apart from the Emperor, Mortarian had never seen anyone taller than him.

Motarian felt a moment of tension, but he forced himself to relax and stared intently at the second person.

A question briefly popped into my head: why didn't the taller person walk in front?

The thought quickly faded away.

The emerald green armor, carved like dragon scales, shimmered brilliantly even in the dim daylight of Galaspa due to the skillful angles of its carving.

His skin was an unusual pure black, and flames burned in his eyes.

"It must be Vulcan," Mortarian thought silently.

According to Macardo, Vulcan was a benevolent primordial.

Mercy? Would he understand the mercy of Mortalian's death? Would he mercifully assess the Death Guard?

Motalian was unaware of this; he simply stood silently, waiting and welcoming his two brothers as they approached.

Beside him, the shrouds stood silently, but he knew that one person was missing from the line.

The feeling of being evaluated by others was unpleasant, and Mortalian felt himself getting irritable again, but the fact that he was meeting his two older brothers, whom he found agreeable, lessened his unease.

However, he later realized that he was wrong, terribly wrong.

As they drew closer, even the slow-witted Mortarian keenly sensed that something was amiss.

The newcomer remained silent, and Mortarian even saw a hint of moisture in Vulcan's fiery eyes.

Mortarian's heart skipped a beat.

Misfortune has begun.

"Hello, my brother, it's nice to meet you."

“Phenusmanus, Lord of Medusa, Commander of the Iron Hand Legion.”

Fernus signaled his guards to withdraw, while extending his iron hand toward Mortarion.

"Motalian, Lord of Barbaros, Legion Commander of the Death Guard."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too."

Mortarian muttered under the cover of his breathing mask.

Compared to his brother's firm and full voice, his voice was hoarse and rough.

They shook their hands, and the other person's hand was strong and firm.

Then Mortarian slowly shifted his gaze to Vulcan and reached out his hand as well.

Vulcan gave a forced smile, but took the hand that Mortarian extended.

"Vulcan, a Nocturne alien, commander of the Salamander legion."

The Lord of Fire had a very high body temperature, and even through the power armor, Mortarion could feel the burning sensation, like lava.

They quickly let go of each other's hands.

"I looked at the battle, the Death Guard's stats."

Fenus, standing before Mortalian, took a deep breath. His deep-set eyes were fixed on Mortalian, as if he were restraining something.

"But I still hope that you will introduce the Death Guard campaign to us."

Mortarian blinked slowly, sensing something was amiss, but he decided to continue, recounting the Death Guard's victory to his two brothers.

The Lord of Death turned to the side so that his brothers could see the mountain of corpses more clearly.

Vulcan swayed slightly.

“Those were the rulers of Galaspa’s tyranny, but they are all there now, every single one of them.”

“Tyrants oppress the people, regard them as their property, and oppress them generation after generation.”

"But now, the oppression no longer exists."

"The Death Guard uprooted the management system of the Galapa star system, leaving no cell untouched."

“We dismantled Galaspa’s regime in a single day.”

At this point, Mortarion felt somewhat relieved. His Death Guard had not let him down, and he had not let his Death Guard down either; he had eradicated tyranny.

"Brother Mortalian, may I ask a question?"

Vulcan's voice rang out,

?

Mortarian turned his head and looked at Vulcan with a puzzled expression, but the shadow of his hood obscured his eyes.

"What are those...those people moving on the mountain of corpses?"

On the densely packed mountain of corpses, those ragged little figures moved slowly.