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

Chapter 128 120. Hades is also working hard to find people today

The stench of corpses filled the wilderness of Galaspa, and near the hive capital, corpses had already piled up into a hill.

On the top of the bloated nest, a big hole was clearly visible, and a few wisps of fireworks drifted out from time to time.

Mortarion watched his two brothers step off the shuttle in silence, and slowly pursed his dry lips.

Originally, when each Primarch returned, they would be led by the Primarch brothers who brought them back one step at a time to learn how to become a qualified legion commander and gradually integrate into the empire.

Originally, Horus would lead Mortarion, but by chance, Malcador completed the step of Mortarion's integration into the empire.

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

But he still distinguished the two who came through Malcador's description of each gene primarch before.

The figure walking in front was shorter, wearing a distinctive black steel-colored seiko armor, but this complex and delicate power armor did not cover his hands, but revealed his silver-white steel arms. It has been tough enough to be perfect——

Mortarion grasped this detail, so he must be Fenus. According to Malcador, this is a person who was born in the world of death like him, and he pursues reason and efficiency extremely.

This is good news, Mortarion thought.

Because of the previous understanding, Mortarion realized that he was not satisfied with all his brothers. In those vague and vague descriptions, Mortarion firmly grasped those brothers that he might not like.

For example, he has a psionic elder brother, and most of his elder brothers' pursuit of glory and splendor puzzles him.

But here comes Fenus, Mortarion thought, and he hoped his brother would be able to do justice to the Death Guard's exploits, after all, it would affect how the Empire would define the Death Guard in the future, and what battles they might be called to. .

And behind his elder brother, Fenus, a very tall figure came silently.

Quite burly, the elder brother was even taller than Mortarion, and he looked wider than three unarmored Mortarion stacked on top of each other.

Mortarion had never seen anyone taller than the Emperor.

Mortarion felt himself tense for a moment, but he forced himself to relax, staring intently at the second comer.

A question popped up briefly, why didn't the taller person go ahead?

The thought quickly slipped away.

The emerald green armor carved like dragon scales, because of the ingeniously carved angles, even in the dark day of Galaspa, the brilliant light shone on his armor.

Distinctive pure black skin, with fire burning in his eyes.

That must be Vulkan, Mortarion thought silently.

According to Malcador, Vulkan was a benevolent Primarch.

kindness?Would he then understand the mercy of Mortarion's death?Will he be merciful in assessing the Death Guard?
Mortarion didn't know, he just stood there silently, waiting, welcoming, for the two brothers to come.

Beside him, the Death Shrouds also stood silently, but he knew that there was one missing in this line.

The prospect of being judged by others was bad, and Mortarion felt irritated again, but the fact that he was seeing two good-looking brothers for the first time softened his unease.

However, later he knew that he was wrong, very wrong.

They got closer and closer, and even Mortarion, as dull as Mortarion, was quick to sense that something was wrong.

The visitor was silent, and Mortarion even saw moisture in Vulkan's flaming eyes.

Mortarion's heart skipped a beat.

Doom, here we go.

"Hello my brother, nice to meet you."

"Fernus Manus, Lord of Medusa, Legion Master of the Iron Hands."

Fenus motioned for his escort to withdraw, and at the same time held out his iron hand to Mortarion.

"Mortarion, Lord of Barbarus, Legion Master of the Death Guard."

"My pleasure to meet you too."

Mortarion muttered under the cover of his breathing mask.

His voice was hoarse and rough compared to his brother's firm and full voice.

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

Then Mortarion moved his eyes slowly to Vulkan, and extended his hand too.

Vulkan seemed to smile reluctantly, but he also took Mortarion's hand.

"Vulcan, the Nocturne, the leader of the Salamander's Legion."

The dragon lord's body temperature was very high, and even through the power armor, Mortarion could feel the burning sensation like lava.

They let go quickly.

"I watched this battle, the various statistics of the Death Guard."

Fenus in front of Mortarion took a deep breath, staring at Mortarion with deep eyes, as if restraining something,
"But I still hope that you will introduce us to this battle of the Death Guard."

Mortarion blinked slowly, feeling that something was wrong, but he decided to go on, telling his two brothers about the Death Guard's victory.

The Lord of Death turned sideways to give his brothers a better view of the mountain of corpses.

Vulcan's figure shook for a moment.

"Those were the rulers of the tyranny of Galaspa, but they're all there now, every single one."

"Tyrants oppress the people, regard the people as their estate, and oppress the people for generations."

"But now, the oppression is gone."

"The Death Guard uprooted the governance system of the Galaspar system, down to the tiniest cell."

"We dismantled Galaspa's regime in one day."

Speaking of this, Mortarion was relieved that his death guard did not fail him, and he did not fail his death guard, he abolished tyranny.

"Brother Mortarion, may I take the liberty to ask a question?"

Vulcan's voice sounded,

?

Mortarion turned his head to look at Vulkan puzzled, but the shadow of his hood obscured his eyes,
"What are those...those people moving on the mountain of corpses?"

On the dense mountain of corpses, those ragged dots moved slowly.

At first, Vulkan thought it was the locals who had stripped wealth and clothing from the corpse, but he stared for a long time, and those people did not remove any jewelry.

"They're counting."

Mortarion's understatement sounded,
"The oppressed need to feel for themselves that oppression is gone, they need to stand up for themselves."

"so?"

Vulcan was puzzled.

"So I asked them to count the dead bodies of the tyrant, to make them realize that the heavy oppression is over."

Vulcan choked completely.

He couldn't understand, he couldn't understand, he tried hard to understand this brother, he heard that Mortarion came from a dim death planet, so, is this a custom in their place?

"Then have you asked the wishes of these local people?"

Vulkan asked a final question carefully, but Mortarion's reaction broke him.

"?"

What's the point of asking?

These ragged men had no idea what Mortarion was planning, and the Death Guard had so much going on that he didn't have the time to do it.

What, talk to a local?He might as well sit in the medical room for a while.

Vulcan completely collapsed, Fire Dragon spoke slowly but firmly,
"Brother, brother Mortarion, you cannot replace one tyranny with another."

Mortarion froze.

Is Vulkan saying the Death Guard are tyranny?
They clearly brought liberation, and Mortarion even let those people see the tyrant being hanged with their own eyes.

tyranny?

He hasn't done anything yet, why blame him.

Suddenly, Mortarion realized that his brother was known for his kindness. He let out a sigh of relief.

That was his kindness, Mortarion thought.

If Vulcan was also in the world of death like Barbarus, he wouldn't think so.

However, Fenus spoke, he turned his head and looked at Vulkan comfortingly, Vulkan nodded, indicating that he was fine,
"So, bro, is this what you want us to see?"

"Leaving aside words like tyranny, I think maybe a brotherhood like Guilliman would be interested in that, but I really don't pay much attention to that."

"I mean, if you know you've got rid of all the administration in Galaspa, where are you going to find someone to replace them?"

Mortarion choked, and for a moment he spoke slowly,
"The empire will send administrative agencies, and they have already sent the tax department."

Fenus smiled slightly, but his frown did not relax,
"My brother, we do all have slightly different opinions on the taxation of the empire, but I think you know that the empire cannot send so many in a short period of time for a giant hive star field like the Galaspar star field. administration staff."

In fact, except for some major planets, or the limit star field, on most of the conquered planets, the empire only sent the taxation department, and then inserted a few administrative departments symbolically, and let the natives of the original planet Do it for you.

Mortarion was silent. He really didn't pay attention to the administration of the hive capital after that. He just knew that the factories here were no longer in operation.

But that's how it is in war, isn't it?
"Death Guard can be managed by locals."

"I hope this is the way to go."

Fenus spoke relentlessly,
"But on this planet, with a high degree of division of labor in education, I don't think you can find a lot of administrative talents in a short period of time."

Mortarion said no more, quietly hiding himself in the shadow of his hood, but he knew he was not defeated.

"I did this for the first time, and no one told me that apart from wars and victories, the Legion has to worry about these mortal affairs."

"But the Death Guard's war performance is not so satisfactory, my brother."

Fenus continued to pursue Mortarion, trying to tear him apart with words.

"The fleet has lost too much, and, in this battle, the damage ratio of the Death Guard is astonishingly high even if compared to other battles."

The Death Guard directly lost more than 1 personnel in this battle, although most of them were new recruits to the Legion.

Fenus looked dissatisfied at his gray brother, the gas and broken cloak covered most of his brother's body, preventing him from seeing Mortarion's reaction.

Is this newly returned brother similar to Perturabo's attitude towards his legion and heirs?

No Primarch would appreciate this attitude towards offspring.

Mortarion in front of him moved, and the poisonous gas drifted into the air with his actions,
"These are necessary sacrifices to liberate the region."

He spoke hoarsely, and Fenus noticed that his brother's voice was too hoarse, like pebbles that had been soaked in acid.But with their physique, it is reasonable to say that it is difficult to leave long-term permanent damage.

"Have you really liberated this place?"

Fenus opened his mouth. He really didn't understand this brother's strange way of thinking, so he avoided the important ones, but the data and reality are here.

Did he turn a blind eye to those huge sacrifices?

So far, based on Mortarion's behavior, Fenus has analyzed that Mortarion pays a lot of attention to some "values" in thought.

But it is not the pursuit of glory in the usual sense, deliberately choosing Galaspar in order to pursue glory.

After all, no matter which dimension this battle is measured from, it cannot be described as "glory".

Fenus knew that Fulgrim, like his best friend, would pursue perfection and glory on the battlefield, winning every battle beautifully.

But he was ashamed to compare their previous battle to the one now, on Galaspar.

Pointless battle.

Fenus thought.

Huge sacrifices and losses, conquering a galaxy that cannot immediately provide production capacity for the empire, and even the empire needs additional support here.

The items at the two ends of the scale are not equal.

Why didn't his brother give up here, let the empire surround this star field, and wait until the empire needed it, and then jointly attack with other legions?
Before this evaluation, in order to comprehensively examine the results of his brother's battles, Fenus inquired about all the data and information in detail.

Obviously not far away from the star field, there are at least three pocket kingdoms that are suitable for the Death Guard to attack. Mortarion can completely complete the Death Guard's first battle speech on their main star with a pleasant scenery.

"My brother, based on the reality and the post-war data assessment, I don't think this battle is suitable to be recorded in the annals of the empire."

According to the habit of the empire, after a legion battle, the victorious record will be recorded in the annals by the historians and publicized throughout the empire.

Those Legions who have fought hard and shown superior results in battle are further rewarded, sometimes even directly from the Emperor.

But not all battles are like this.

Those disgraceful ones, or those battles that suffered heavy losses and were not glorious, will be hidden in the snow and disappear into the vast history of the empire.

Obviously, such a battle, as the first battle of the Death Guard, a battle to impress other legions, is not suitable for publicity.

Fenus was also thinking for Mortarion, after all, some of their other brothers were not so tolerant.

He looked at Mortarion who had been silent since just now and stood silently, the poisonous gas slowly drifting away.

"you--"

You cannot insult me ​​and my Legion's victories, you just want to steal the Death Guard's victories and measure this war by your so-called standards.

In war, the only criterion is victory or defeat. Don't use those cumbersome standards you define to limit and steal our victory.

Mortarion is familiar with the ugly faces of these people. When he was weak enough, his adoptive father would always assign him various tasks. Whenever Mortarion completed them, it would say the exact opposite judgment standard.

As now.

They won, but were there enough mortal officials to judge after the war? !

Mortarion's vicious words in defense of himself and the Death Guard's honor are about to be sprayed like poison—

Behind him, there was a sudden commotion in his death shroud.

In front of him, Fenus and Vulcan stared behind him suspiciously,
So Mortarion stopped talking, and he turned back.

Hades, who was fully armed and wearing the Death Shroud End Armor, stood in the queue. On his left shoulder was the badge of the Death Guard, and on his right shoulder was the badge of the Martian Cult.

Hades took a slow step forward, feeling as tired as if he had just walked over a mountain.

He clasped his fists on his chest and performed a sky eagle salute.

"Sorry for the interruption, my lord, the data you asked me to collect has been collected."

what data?
Although Mortarion was happy to see Hades wake up, he was also sorry for not being able to visit him.

But now these emotions, including the anger just now, are surrounded by inexplicable doubts.

Mortarion was full of doubts, but fortunately he was wearing a breathing mask, so Fenus and Vulkan did not see his doubts.

However, Hades didn't give Mortarion time to react, and hurried on.

Seeing that Mortarion was not annoyed or scolded by the death shroud that interrupted his conversation, Fenus and Vulkan thought it was Mortarion's arrangement, and didn't say much.

"The secondary investigation report on the distribution and production capacity of Galaspa's hive capital has been completed, and the population structure and the original division of labor have also been initially assessed."

"The mechanical sages also analyzed this."

"The conclusion is that Galaspa is suitable as a conscription planet for the Death Guard, and your previous doubts can be dispelled."

He hadn't thought of using Galaspa as a conscription planet—

"Is that so?"

However, Fenus' speech interrupted Mortarion's doubts.

Fenus' eyes fell on Hades, he looked at the Martian religion label on his shoulder armor, thoughtful.

If it was sent to Mars when the Death Guard was first established, it shouldn't be able to get the certification badge of Mars now, right?

But Fenus quickly focused on what Hades had just said.

If his eccentric brother wanted to use Galaspar as a conscription planet, his actions would make more sense.

At least it is more reasonable than for "liberation".

After all, Galaspa, as a giant hive world, also has the resources to produce large quantities of weapons and ammunition, with a large population and rich resources.

Generally, in this kind of world, the empire would not give it to the legion, because they were too rich.

But the difficulty of attacking this galaxy determines that the empire will not touch it.

Regardless of the blockade, if they insist on attacking and taking down this galaxy, the Death Guard who have suffered heavy losses can apply to the empire for this galaxy as a conscription galaxy.

Is it
Fenus gave Mortarion a meaningful look,
Could it be that he deliberately cleared out all the administrative personnel, making it more difficult for the imperial administrative agency to accept the resources in order to better eat the resources here?
Such far-sightedness, I didn't expect it.

Generally speaking, apart from Guilliman, few of the primarchs who returned at the beginning began to arrange the recruitment sources and supply places of the legion so early.

And Fenus also knew that his brother, Mortarion's home planet, Babarus, didn't seem to be able to accommodate a large population.

So what Mortarion did just now was to prevent them from seeing his intentions and report to the imperial administrative agency?
That's it
No, Feynus thought, the Primarchs didn't really like Imperial institutions very much.

"I see, I misunderstood, my brother."

Fenus said,

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

"Can I ask a few more questions about your intention to use Galaspar as a conscription planet?"

Mortarion before him was silent.

Hades' voice rose, hoarse as Mortarion's, but powerful,
"My lord, Lord Mortarion, who is busy with the affairs of the legion, entrusted this matter to me. Please let me answer your confusion."

"it is good."

Fenus is not the original body who is entangled with these, so he simply throws out some of his confusion about the structure of Galaspa and the composition of its star field.

To his relief, as expected of a technical sergeant, the other party answered his questions one by one with succinct summaries and abundant data.

"good very good."

"I'm glad to meet such a fine Death Guard tech sergeant, what's your name?"

"The Death Guard, Hades."

Mortarion watched silently as his two brothers boarded the shuttle in the distance. After a roar, the judge left.

Hades had been answering Fenus and Vulkan's questions just now.

Mortarion was puzzled at first, annoyed even, but he soon realized that the attitude of the two brothers towards him had changed.

Especially Vulcan, when Hades "inadvertently" proposed to search and rescue children, so that the search and rescue team for the Death Guard's future education had already set off, the originally dark Vulkan was literally shining.

Obviously, apart from using Galaspa as a conscription planet, everything else has not changed. Why did they change so much?

But Mortarion didn't care about one more conscription planet anyway, so he listened silently to Hades' answer.

Mortarion blinked and looked back at Hades, who was standing there.

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

Will this be taught on Mars?

He was about to ask—

However, on the other side, Hades watched in a daze as he began to have a nosebleed. The huge amount of calculations and data input just now made his brain hot at the moment.

In his chest, the second heart felt like it was pumping blood.

God knows what a shock it was to hear Mortarion go to meet Fenus and Vulkan just after waking up.

He even wondered if Vulkan would fight Mortarion.

Not caring so much, Hades hurried over here based on his memories of other primarchs in his previous life.

Facing the pharmacist who came to dissuade him, Hades resolutely threw his back and ran away after learning that taking a few steps or a small fight would not make him fearless.

At the same time, he directly contacted Galo, Vaux, and other former company commanders, and Enrique, and asked them to pass all the data on Galaspar to him.

Hades also unceremoniously directly instructed Vox to help him find out.

The good news is that Galaspar is a really good recruiting point, and he's been able to get away with it.

Hades looked at Mortarion, who was still bewildered and wanted to ask him.

Mortarion, you fucking—

"boom!"

Hades, who couldn't hold it any longer, fell directly to the ground.

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