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

Chapter 270 261. A Small Person
In the grandest building of Barbarus, daylight streams through the windows, making the large carpet bright and plush.

Its ruler had returned, and was gazing contemplatively at the nascent building, but fortunately it lacked the ornamentation that the Lord of Death loathed, and the walls were as simple as the bulkheads of the Endurance.

The largest main hall was opened for the first time, and Mortarion personally ordered that he would ask the guests who came from afar here.

The news that the death guards had returned to Babarus had long been known to everyone. They were like stones thrown into boiling oil, which naturally stirred up the hearts of the people here.

And the Lord of Death is the center of this grand stage. Even if he himself does not want to admit it, the Primarch's crown has been worn, and no one can be spared.

Even if most of the policy that people are interested in is not his.

Mortarion stared thoughtfully at Barbarus through the window.

On the main road of Siping Bada, the crowds are constantly flowing, people are noisy, laughing and walking on the street, the sun makes the road bright and dazzling, but people seem to have gotten used to it.

There are even shops and bars on both sides of the street.Mortarion looked down. Once upon a time, Barbarus was still in the era of barter and rationing, but after the arrival of peace and technology, human civilization here is developing rapidly.

He chewed it all slowly, remembering the crowds that had just come, people thanking him, thanking him for liberation, for prosperity, for what they had now.

What Mortarion wasn't sure was whether they were more grateful for the liberation, or more for the prosperity.

But he looked at these people who had not been tortured by poison gas, looked at these people who had not been crushed by suffering, and thought that the latter was more likely.

If it's the latter. They're thanking the wrong person.

Mortarion turned his head and glanced at Hades who was sitting at the long table approving documents, then turned his head again and continued to stare at the crowd.

Mortarion pondered, he wondered if it was all good or bad, one side of the Lord of Death was telling him that people were getting weaker, but another part of him was aware of what was happening now It was the fantasy dream that comrades in arms longed for back then.

Even if he only promised them death and liberation.

The Lord of Death thought about it, but he didn't come up with his answer in the end, but he didn't want to let it all be destroyed, and he didn't come up with a better answer than this, so let's leave it at that.

It's just that, the next time he recruits Babarus recruits, he needs to pay more attention to screening out the cowardly and pleasure-seekers.

People have told Mortarion their choices and answers, they have accepted Mortarion, they have chosen Mortarion, then Mortarion will naturally fulfill his promise.

The feeling of being surrounded and cheered by Mortarion didn't bother him so much, as Mortarion thought slowly.

But being kind to the Barbarusians does not mean he will be kind to others. Barbarus has accepted too many others, and Mortarion still needs to check them one by one.

When night fell, he would meet in person those representatives from other worlds.

Sitting by the window for a while longer, with nothing else on his mind, Mortarion let his thoughts wander casually, finally deciding to see what the others were doing.

The Lord of Death strode over to Hades, squinting at the documents he had approved.

Seeing Mortarion coming to join in the fun, Hades ignored him and continued to read the report submitted by Gallo.

In the human settlement on planet 5, Jia Luo successfully led the grave guards to a verdict. The tall warriors stepped into the downtown area and pulled out the sinners like chickens.

In front of veterans who have experienced many battles, the guns and ammunition prepared by those hooligans are simply oversized toys.

Hades looked at the photo sent by Galo. Galo's explanation for this was that he had to use a more violent method because the other side tried to resist.

Blood and viscera spilled all over the ground, the head opened its mouth like a dead fish, its eyeballs glowed strangely, bone slag splashed on the muzzle of the bolter, and blood and flesh slowly slid down from the power armor.

Hades swallowed.

After confirming that each had been executed, Gallo read aloud their crimes, and the Death Guard's trial for them, in the circle of the Gravekeepers.

Hmm. It's quite an example, but Hades feels that his neck is also chilly.

It is better to pay more attention to the mental health of the veterans. Fortunately, Galo did not use skulls to pose or kill, although the picture is indeed very impactful.

The darkest humor is that it may be because Hades told Galo to pay attention to the role of enlightenment. Galo finally thanked other law-abiding citizens and encouraged them to not cause trouble to the death guard.

Hades had a grim look on his face. He didn't know how to evaluate it, so he had to give Jia Luo's report a [Pass].

Mortarion watched it with gusto, and seemed to have a higher opinion of Galo.

Don't reach a consensus in such a strange place!Hades screamed silently.

Fortunately, not long after, Vox came over and told the Lord of Death that everything was ready and he could meet the visitors anytime.

The tall middle-aged man took a deep breath, straightened his clothes again, stomped his feet unconsciously, and felt a little relieved after feeling the pressure from the leather shoes on his heels.

He is a representative from the small world of death. Their star field is remote and barren. They don't know which unfortunate human exploration ship from their ancestors crashed into this place where the birds don't shit, and struggled to survive there. Rooted on it.

Surrounding their world, there are other worlds, all of which are in a state of no shit, but after careful comparison, he found that his place is still the poorest.

They didn't have the ability to sail out of the galaxy. When an exploration ship from the empire arrived at them, they immediately surrendered. They begged their grandpa and grandma to hope that this "empire" could improve their environment and give them some local technology.

But it is a pity that a few robots in red robes got off the exploration ship. After a measurement, they announced that they had no resources there, and it was a "dead world". The exploration ship dropped a tithe on them. Notification, they went straight away.

The locals stared at the tax collection list dumbfounded. According to those people, because there are no resources, their planet still has the smallest tax file, and they only need to pay people.

Faced with this situation, it must be a lie to say that you don't want to curse people.

Fortunately, those people in the empire still have the last bit of conscience, and gave them a communication device that can contact distant star fields. There is no other way, so they send people there every day to listen to the communications of other ships, and learn by the way. High Gothic.

Then they got word of Barbarus.

For a long time, the channel has been boiling with news about it. Barbarus, Babarus, this word that is not in High Gothic, has been repeatedly mentioned by different people, with different intonations, and different radio waves.

From a few words, they learned that Babarus is the home planet of the Death Guard, and is now welcoming representatives from various worlds. The Death Guard hopes to unite this star field and establish a relatively stable environment.

The locals look at me, and I look at you. It seems that this place where they don't shit, is defined by the empire as an "independent world", and it is the last thing they can do.

Without anyone to help them, the natural environment of the dead world can make them extinct.

So they discussed with the surrounding dead worlds, gathered some resources, and started bombing the nearby star field with the communication equipment left by the empire, and finally called a merchant fleet.

So here he is.

At any rate, he bears a reputation in the world. After being confirmed on the list, he was allowed to arrive in Babarus after working on a merchant ship to save up a ferry ticket back home.

To be honest, his companions are all aristocrats from the wealthy world, and most of them have their own exclusive ships. It is impossible for him not to feel timid among these people.

The real owner of Barbarus has not yet arrived, and time is passing while waiting. The companions are either talking to the red-robed robot (he now knows that is a sage), or searching for capable people and strangers in human settlements. Or chat business with visitors from other worlds.

he?He originally planned to work part-time. He had inquired that there are many jobs that require labor. After all, people who live in the world of death, among other things, still have strength.

But he was stopped by Lord Fowler.

Master Fowler is a big fat man with a smile on his face. In the days before the death guard arrived, he and the silent space fighters were responsible for docking them.

I heard that Lord Fowler was personally selected by the adults of the Death Guard management. He is a very capable person, and he often doesn't talk about it when several nests represent Sparks.

He originally planned to ask Master Fowler to apply for a temporary residence permit on Planet 5 so that he could go to work, but Fowler looked at him for a while with a smile and asked him why he went to Planet 5.

To make money, he replied truthfully, the ticket money was enough, he was interested in the technology of squeezing water from rocks peddled by a mechanical sage, and they needed it there.

He licked his lips, they were so fucked there.

"How do you make money?"

"work to earn a living."

As if hearing some funny joke, Fowler's eyes widened and he laughed, the flesh on his face fluctuating.

"I laughed so hard, young man, you are from the world of death, right? Let me tell you a few words."

Fowler lowered his voice.

"Have you seen those female representatives of the hive capital? Of course, male representatives are also fine. You can go chat with them, make them happy, and show some points in your hands. It's enough for you to buy a boat. You go to work, that's You can never save enough money."

"Come here, come closer, I'll tell you how you do it, I know them well, I like idiots like you the most, if it weren't for Fowler, I'd be okay myself"

On that day, his three views were reshaped.

But the good news is that he negotiated a deal with that sage, and by the way, he got himself a decent outfit.

After that, he cut off those connections. He has done his best for his world, so he should go to work, he can't take it anymore.

Although the money is small, he already has the most lacking things in his world, and he can take his time for the rest.

But before he could leave, the Death Guard returned, and the Lord of Death demanded to meet representatives of each world.

He was hesitating whether to run fast, with his appearance and his planet's appearance, the Lord of Death wouldn't scold such low-class things like them, would he?

And I heard that the death guard is very strict, and the Lord of Death only favors the true brave.

He thought about what he had done when he got to Barbarus, and decided he had better run away.

But Lord Fowler came to him again, whispering to him breathlessly.

"Listen well, if the Legion Commander is present, you can say that you are from the world of death. Tell the truth, don't tell lies, but you should pay attention. There is usually a Commander next to the Legion Commander, waiting for the Legion Commander to leave. Already, if the commander asks you, you can tell about your experience on Barbarus, but don’t mention it in front of the legion commander.”

He opened his eyes wide,

"Wait, why are you helping me, Lord Fowler."

Fowler shook his sweaty handkerchief at him and said casually,
"You guys who come out of a small place have such a brain. I know that there is a world behind you alone. If you don't study a little bit, you only think about working."

"This is not a story about self-made, let me tell you, the Lord of the Death Guard is far more powerful than everyone you meet, that is a monstrous existence!"

"One word from a big man can decide the fate of a planet."

"As long as you meet their preferences and provide them with value, they can change you and your world!"

Fowler gave him a pointed look and walked away.

The guy who doesn't understand, Fowler thought, that man, he represents the latest circle of death in Barbarus, if the legion commander doesn't like him, who else can he look at?
It's a pity that this guy didn't even inquire about the preferences of the legion commander, and he didn't know how to use his identity at all, tsk tsk tsk, the person who came from the dead world is the axis.

To be disrespectful, the Death Guard are pretty cool too, but thankfully Lord Hades isn't that kind of guy.

He enters the hall.

All the representatives of the planets I saw in the past gathered here, but instead of boasting loudly, everyone whispered in a wavering restlessness, exchanging as much information as possible.

Two tall death guards stood at the door of the inner room connected to the hall. From time to time, some people came out from there, and some people were called in. They named people according to the names of the planets.

Some people walked out of the door almost collapsed, and some people walked out trembling violently, almost unable to utter a complete sentence.

The remaining survivors looked at them tremblingly, imagining what they would face next, and some even wanted to leave directly, but were politely stopped by Fowler at the hall door.

People stared at the door leading to the inner room, as if blood was oozing from the door.

He quietly took a glass of wine and sat in a remote corner, anxiously waiting for the upcoming trial.

"Eunistry."

When it was him at last, he took another deep breath and stepped through the door, brushing past the sobbing leavers.

"Hello, don't be nervous, you're a representative from Eunistry, aren't you?"

Unexpectedly, there was a long corridor at the other end of the door. A warrior who was taller than other death guards was looking at him with a smile. Half of this adult's head was covered with ferocious metal and scars.

"Yes, yes sir."

He answered hastily, and then walked along the corridor with the adults,

"I see that you are from the world of death, and then you also represent the three human worlds around you, is that so?"

He nodded frantically, fearing that it would be too late, what Lord Fowler had said to him would have long been thrown into the clouds.

"I am the commander of the Death Guard, Hades, take it easy, take it easy, friends, you are all a little too nervous."

The footsteps of the two slowly echoed on the corridor,

"Can you tell me, what do you hope to do when you come to Barbarus representing these four worlds?"

This question caught him.

For a long time, coming to Barbarus was just a general concept. His people sent him on board and didn't say what to do with him, as if when he arrived in Barbarus, the idea grew by itself.

In fact, when he got to Barbarus and saw the equipment of the sages, the idea did come up by itself, but after that
"It never occurred to me, my lord."

Hades raised his eyebrows. This is the first representative of the dead world they have met. Can you give him a king bomb if you don't want to start the game?
Mortarion's mood had been exhausted in the conversation with the representative of the Hive City, so Hades called in a representative of the dead world to ease the atmosphere.

"Then what did you do when you came to Barbarus?"

".Save money, buy the boat ticket back, and the technology of squeezing water from rocks."

Interesting, Hades thought.

"Rocks squeeze water. Is your world a rocky planet?"

"Yes, my lord, we are there."

Hades slowly induced the nervous representative to speak. Compared with those Hive City representatives, this man's words were obviously more straightforward and less concealed.

Of course, no matter how much those nests embellished their language, they would have to shake off everything in front of Mortarion.

Then they were frightened and led out by Hades, and Hades took the opportunity to talk again and guide their thinking.

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Today is just a bottom-up, and then according to today's intelligence, these representatives will be classified and negotiated.

While thinking about the conversations of the previous representatives, Hades calmly induced the man to speak. The representative of Younistri was probably classified as a conscription negotiator by the Death Guard.

Compared to the despicable Hades, he stumbled to answer the adults' questions, and told the Commander about the situation there.

It is difficult to survive there, and he wants to say a little more to make the adults aware of their difficulties. This may be a sudden kindness and give some support to his planet.

But he couldn't help boasting about the wisdom and tenacity of the people there, in that kind of shit place, they survived and made some achievements of their own, even though it may be just a pile of mud in the eyes of these people into a fortress.

He talked and talked, and even felt a little drifting himself. He seemed to be homesick, but Lord Hades suddenly stopped and stared at him with bright eyes.

In front of them is another door.

"You are about to face the Legion Commander, relax, he will be satisfied with you."

Hades smiled softly at him, and opened the door for him.

Behind the door is a turning point in his life and destiny, and also a turning point in the destiny of his hometown.

The Lord of Death stared at him with interest.

Lord Fowler was right, but Lord Fowler was also wrong.

His past, the past of his mother planet, and their courage to persist in living are the greatest confidence to achieve what they are today.

　Yes, code.

　　This chapter is 5k!

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