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

Chapter 138.

At the foot of a mountain in Babarus, Hades looked thoughtfully at the selection queue in front of him.

The Mechanicum skeleton used for propaganda and recording was floating in the air, ready to record and broadcast the pre-conscription preaching to the Barbarians.

This was what Mortarion requested, and the Primarch hoped to use this conscription to speak to his people.

In the special position of this mountain, the black stone obelisk that had been arranged a long time ago stood quietly, surrounded by countless untouchables and death guards, thinking that this selection would be a guarantee.

After signing up and screening recruits for a standard week in Barbarus, standing opposite the podium now are the children who are about to be selected.

These children wearing gas masks uniformly distributed by the death guards will enter the mountains in batches.

Perhaps influenced by the death guards beside them, most of these children with pale faces and callused hands spontaneously chose to remain silent.

Some children even gritted their teeth silently.

Heavily armed Death Guards stood on both sides of the queue, wiped clean chainsaw sickles stood on the ground, and bolters hung quietly on their waists to breathe.

The small damage on the power armor showed the battles they had participated in.

Compared with some legions who like to maintain their armor carefully, oil it regularly, and decorate their power armor, the Death Guard tend to keep the scars on their armor. As long as the damage does not affect the function of the power armor, they will not repair it. .

These knife marks and gun pits are their own glory.

The silent death guards added a bit of chill to this place. They were not angry and majestic, but their murderous aura was exposed.

The Death Guards present today are all Barbarus descendants who made great achievements in the Battle of Galaspa and performed outstandingly.

Apart from Mortarion, the other Death Guard also attached great importance to this selection. When Hades came out of the foundry in a daze, he found an inexplicable atmosphere inside the Death Guard.

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

The duel cage was extremely popular at that time.

Are they nervous?
Realizing this, Hades laughed dumbly. Indeed, the Barbarus-born Death Guard led by Mortarion has not experienced a scene similar to "showing their glory" so far.

For these Barbarusians, it can be regarded as returning home.

Of course, although Hades realized this, he couldn't help but want to laugh, but he is currently standing on the podium with a dignified expression, the Death Guard six-thorn ring skeleton on the right shoulder gleaming, and the Mechanic God on the left shoulder armor. The teaching ring and the gear skull show their teeth and claws.

Hardist is equipped with the most exaggerated Seiko backpack so far. The sophisticated and huge Mechanicum equipment hangs obediently beside him. The ferocious servo skeletons spit out cables and stare at the queue in front of them.

From time to time, under the cover of the queue, curious children secretly glanced at the equipment on Hades. Curious and envious eyes lingered on Hades's equipment, which was obviously different from other death guards.

Noticing that some children were looking at him, Hades murmured in his heart, whether he was drawing people to the Death Guard Foundry Hall in advance.

The obituary of the black sickle flashed a gleam of light in the sunlight, and the star moved slowly and firmly to the predetermined position.

Time has come.

Heavy footsteps sounded, the crackling sound of the Seiko power armor drilled into everyone's ears, and the metal incense burner hit the power armor crisply.

Ding--

The gray and white cloak rises without wind.

The powerful coercion of the Primarch directly enveloped the audience, and some timid children even held their breath.

Eyes hidden under the shadow of the hood gleamed.

Mortarion walked to the podium, he stood in the middle of the podium, and stopped.

The Primarch stood still.

All the death guards present showed unprecedented murderous aura and coercion at this moment, and some children even kneeled down tremblingly.

Influenced by the first batch of kneeling children, some children are also hesitant to kneel.

After all, that is the "adult" in the mouth of their parents.

On the star ring, kneeling and bowing to the bureaucrats of the empire and the officials of the Mechanic Church are no longer uncommon.

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

He didn't want to kneel for no other reason.

"Don't kneel."

Mortarion took off his hood, and a hoarse hiss sounded from behind the breathing mask, and the primarch's brow furrowed involuntarily.

Hades, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but frowned. This was not what they wanted to see.

Unexpectedly, before the selection started, they could already eliminate people.

The Death Guards standing on both sides of the queue were already recording the kneeling children.

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

The chapped lips that had been eroded by poisonous gas for a long time were exposed, and the pale skin looked like a dead body in the sun.

Now, all the barriers that Mortarion used to defend himself had been removed.

Hades blinked, it seemed that Mortarion was going to be serious this time.

The kneeling children stood up tremblingly after hearing this order.

Antai silently pulled the child in front of him, and then they stood up again, looking at Mortarion in front of them.

The primarch took a deep breath.

"O my people,"

He says,

"I'm glad to see you sign up for the Death Guard draft."

"I know that the Barbarus people have no substantive knowledge of the empire's legions."

"But you still choose to stand here."

Mortarion looked around, and the Primarch's piercing gaze seemed to be looking straight into the soul of everyone.

"Because you didn't come here because of the death guards of the empire."

Since Barbarus took over the empire, the Legion has not appeared positively in people's field of vision.

The historians who were supposed to proclaim the achievements of the empire were attracted by the glory of the front line, and most of them ignored this bleak and poor planet.

Therefore, the Barbarians did not form their own impression of the Empire, the Legion, and the Great Crusade.

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

"Among you, some came here because of Babarus' death guard."

The generation that was brutally ruled by the alien lords has not passed away, and the most painful memories of Barbarus are still circulating in people's mouths.

According to the legend, standing in the thick fog, the rebel army on the top of the mountains is still an important part of the barren culture of Barbarus.

Perhaps in the equally bleak dream of this generation of Barbarusians, there once appeared a blood-stained resistance flag.

The children standing here now may have descended from the rebels at that time, or the peasants rescued by the rebels, but no matter what, every Babarusian had personally experienced the liberation that year.

They are attracted by the Rebels, they are attracted by the Primarch, they want to jump out of the bleak cycle of life, and they want to participate in the continuation of the Rebellion.

"To you, those of you who wish to devote yourself to the cause of the Resistance, I wish you the best of luck through selection."

The scythe in Mortarion's hand flashed coldly, and the Primarch looked sincerely at these ambitious men.

"You, and the relatives who sent you here, represent the unyielding side of Babarus."

At the Primarch's words, some children stood up straighter, but others lowered their heads.

An Tai bowed his head in embarrassment. He didn't come here because he admired the rebels. His numb parents never told him about it.

Children who sign up can be rewarded to provide food for a family of five for a week, which is why he came.

The children who are selected to become death guards will have all the food for their families provided by the death guards.

An Tai lowered his head and stared at his gray toes in a daze. The pride that he had not kneeled just now disappeared, and he felt his cheeks flushed.

Maybe he will be eliminated because of this, Antai thought uneasily.

"But I know that not everyone is here for that."

"As a person who has survived on Babarus, I know that dreams and passion are too rare on Babarus."

"The barren land of Barbarus can't grow too much blood, and more people bury their heads in the loess all day long."

"But I know that these people who buried their heads in the loess are not short-sighted and superficial, you just can't raise your head under the gravity of reality."

"and,"

Mortarion seemed to recall something, smiled,
"One of our most elite fighters now, Morag, used to be a peasant buried in the loess."

"I exchanged a bag of food for him to follow the rebel team."

Hades was keenly aware of a burst of electricity passing through the channel on Morag's side.

Hades blinked, the fellow Morag startled by the Primarch's extemporaneous speech.

But this guy didn't think about it immediately, he has already made considerable progress.

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

"He just needed a chance."

"So I'm giving you a chance."

The primarch raised a hand and spread it out across the crowd.

"Each child who participates in the registration can harvest a week's worth of food, and after passing all the selections, he will become a soldier of the Death Guard, and the food supply for his family will be fully taken care of by the Death Guard."

Hades stood by Mortarion's side. It had to be said that, as a Primarch and a Barbarusian, Mortarion had indeed fully considered Barbarus' situation.

A boy who is about to enter young adulthood is a strong labor force that cannot be ignored for any family.

In Babarus' unique small-scale peasant economy, the loss of a strong labor force is an unacceptable thing for a family.

This may cause some families to be unwilling to let their children participate in the registration of Death Guard, or the children themselves are unwilling to let go of the burden of instigating family responsibilities.

But now, Mortarion directly erased the worries of these families.

"I know that some of you are here for food."

"It's not shameful."

Mortarion delivered his verdict,
"Actually, for those of you who continue to move forward despite the burden of life, the Death Guard also welcomes you."

"You, and the loved ones who sent you, represent the harsh reality of Barbarus."

"Before we can look up at the tyrant above us, the first thing we have to learn is to struggle in the poisonous fog."

"The prerequisite for every Babarusian to survive on this planet is that we dare to face the cruel reality."

"I also sincerely hope that you can pass the next test."

"So,"

Mortarion turned sideways, pointing to the mountains behind him in a welcoming gesture.

It wasn't the highest mountain on Barbarus, but it was high enough that a Space Marine who took off his helmet would feel a suffocating pain on its summit.

And the gas masks issued by the Death Guard couldn't support them to reach the qualified height.

"Come and climb."

"If you want to cut off the enemy's head, you need enough tenacity yourself."

"Back then, the most elite rebels of the Death Guard once climbed this mountain and beheaded the alien lord."

"Now, it's your turn."

"The higher you climb, the more likely you will be picked for the next round."

"Only the toughest of you will survive."

"If you are not tough enough, you will suffocate in the poisonous gas, and you will be given death."

There was a small commotion in the crowd. They were told that there would be death as early as the beginning of registration, but people did not expect that the first screening would be so cruel.

Death is too abstract, but every Barbarian has experienced the feeling of suffocating in poisonous gas.

The Primarch squinted his eyes in dissatisfaction, and looked at the crowd. The original peaceful image was suddenly replaced by sternness. At this time, Mortarion replayed his best image——

grim Reaper.

The queue fell silent for a moment.

Hades remained unmoved as he watched Mortarion intimidating the candidates.

Because he knew this guy was scaring children.

In fact, Barbarus was originally sparsely populated and could not withstand the high death rate conscription model.

What's more, basically a whole generation of Barbarus boys who meet the age are here. If the selection is really based on the survival rate, the Barbarus boys will have to be cut off in this generation.

Although Mortarion really wanted to practice his thought of Sheda, to screen and clean up Babarus's "disadvantageous genes" in the name of selection.

But reality and Hades did not allow him to do so.

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[We can use this screening to screen out a small number of weak people. ]
Mortarion looked to Hades.

[The later construction of Babaru requires a large number of people. ]
Hades sat across from him, uncompromising.

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So in fact, there were already pharmacists hiding on the only way up the mountain. If someone couldn't hold on, these pharmacists would show up when no one was around, and save the lives of the selectors.

"So, now you can back out and the food won't be taken back."

"Correspondingly, you will lose an opportunity to change your life."

Mortarion spoke the next sentence slowly.

He raised his hand and put his hood back on.

"But if you think you're tough enough,"

Mortarion put on his breathing mask, and a hoarse hissing voice came from behind it.

"Then you can start climbing."

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