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

Chapter 144. 136. Collection addiction

Hades stood at the entrance of the shuttle, looking at the children who were doing boarding checks.

They are allowed to bring one or two of their own personal items.

After two rounds of selection, a total of more than 2000 people passed the trial.

As for the death guard recruitment this time, the total number of applicants was more than 230 million.

In the second round of selection that just ended, most of the groups that passed the level had a small number of people form a group, and then rely on force to prohibit snatching events.

Of course, there were also changes in the middle of the process. The children who were originally suppressing and robbing became robbed by hunger.

In these rooms, after confirming that no one came out to try to correct them, they were all eliminated directly. There was no need for them to continue to endure torture.

In a small number of rooms, where force rarely occurs, there will also be voluntary withdrawal.

There are also very few one or two rooms, and there has been no dispute from the beginning to the end.

But in later stages, most of the rooms are replaced by chaos.

Unqualified.

As long as there is a child who actively competes, or induces others to compete, all children are disqualified.

On the contrary, children who will come forward to prevent such behavior (in the position of bystanders, but choose to take the initiative), and take the initiative to distribute their own food, even if they quit halfway, will be considered qualified.

Those who failed were given short-term amnestics to make them forget about the two screenings, and were given food for a week to go back.

"earth?"

The words of Morag, who was inspecting items, pulled Hades out of his contemplation.

Hades shifted his gaze to the child, ah, it was Antai.

Of course Hades remembered the kid who climbed to the top of the mountain. The room he was in was one of the few rooms where no one left in the second round.

The child was holding a small glass bottle with a bit of earth in it.

This attracted Hades' interest,

"What are you carrying?"

"Earth, my lord."

An Tai stood where he was and answered honestly.

"Why bring soil?"

Hades asked,
"After I heard about the Death Guard, it was very difficult to go back to Barbarus."

"So I took some soil from my field."

Hades blinked, reached out and picked up the bottle.

The bleak earth of Barbarus sloshed in it.

Hades covered the black field.

The tiny bit of psionic energy disappeared.

"it is good."

Hades returned the vial to Antai.

"Of course you can take it with you."

Hades stood back again, folded his arms, and continued to examine the group of children.

When the children were about to board the plane, Mortarion, who had arranged for Barbarus's next batch of colonization plans, also appeared.

Mortarion looked thoughtfully at the children who held more or less personal items that represented them.

"I didn't ask them to take something at the beginning."

The first Death Guard had no personal belongings.

Mortarion felt it necessary for them to bring something of their own back to the Death Guard as well.

Hades shrugged.

"Most people have nothing to take."

Hades thought of his humble house, except for the necessary daily necessities, he really didn't have anything else.

It's still something from the empire that uses land.

"Do not."

Mortarion said,
"They need to keep their memories of Barbarus."

Mortarion's scythe, his censer... are constantly reminding Mortarion of where he came from.

"Past tribulations shape us, and the Death Guard should remember each one."

"Suffering, we go through it, it makes us more tired, more tenacious and more aware of why we are alive."

Hades blinked.

"I've long since forgotten the big and small battles on Barbarus."

"Then maybe you should keep a memorial too."

"What can I take? Could it be that I brought up the bowl I used before?"

Hades joked.

"Maybe it could be something else."

Slowly, Mortarion picked up one of the censers that fell on his armor, and a strong poisonous gas wafted up.

He unscrewed the censer and took it out—

A stone and a half.

"This is?"

Hades looked at the half of the stone, and there was always a strange sense of familiarity on it.
Mortarion gave him a blank look.

"You are indeed forgetful."

"Give."

Hades took it. This is half a stone, and the other half has gone somewhere.

He tried to use the black field perception——

What the fuck? !
Hades suddenly remembered.

Is this the battle when he first became aware of the Black Territory? !

Alien Lord Lazar!
"You still have this?!"

Hades made a thoughtless remark.

"This is the proof that the Death Guard killed the alien lord for the first time besides me, why not keep it?"

"In addition to this, I still have the skull of the first alien lord, the first member of the Southern Rebels to work together to chop off the ribs of the lord"

Mortarion said of course,
In the Primarch's personal space, there was a lot of trivial things that could prove the Death Guard's record on Barbarus.

Mortarion believed that his hoard would soon be filled with the spoils of other space battles.

For now, he has the skull of the supreme leader of Galaspar safely in his warehouse.

Hades shot Mortarion an odd look.

He suddenly remembered that although there were no decorations on the Endurance, Mortarion ordered that all the battles experienced by the Death Guard be engraved on the bow of the ship.

Now, the Battle of Galaspa has been engraved on the head of the Endurance in High Gothic.

Hmm. Thinking of Mortarion still persisting in using his alien adoptive father's scythe.
Hades threw the half stone into his power armor compartment with complicated emotions.

By the way, it seems that many Primarchs have this habit. The Ultramarines sew blankets of merit, and the Blood Angels sing artworks of various battles.

Most Primarchs keep personal collections of items symbolic of past campaigns.

It's just that Mortarion has a rustic aesthetic.
Skulls and rocks and all.

"How about the migration plan?"

Hades decided not to think about it, and asked, changing the subject,

"almost."

Mortarion said,
"One Babarus standard year, you can move to about the same place."

"There are actually not many people left on Babarus."

Mortarion spoke slowly.

Because the previous Blackstone experiment proved the weird psionic environment here, they decided to migrate most of the population of Barbarus to the star ring.

Most of the previous people have already spontaneously migrated to the star ring.

While this facilitated his work, the fact still left the Primarch vaguely frustrated.

He thought people would choose to stay here and hone their skills
And Hades was thinking to himself,

The construction of the planet's surface will not begin until the Death Guard finds a solution to the environmental problems of Babarus.

He had to find a way to see if he could try to get some low-profile black stone obelisks.

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