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

Chapter 85 79. Hades, work, don't fish!

The display screen was beeping, one notification, another notification, today's inspection chart of the cabin was released, the foundry hall was applying to transfer the pottery steel from the galaxy next door, a summary of the problems reported by the management, and three more death guard applications Meet Mortarion.

The light shifted on Mortarion's power armor, and the smooth armor reflected blinding light, one notification after another.

The Primarch sat at his desk, checking and approving silently. On the Endurance, countless death guards were running around at their posts.

Mobilization and change always require a lot of manpower and energy.

In an empty and bright room, on the central wall facing the door, directly above the Primarch, is a slowly hanging sackcloth banner with fine stitches, a silent skull surrounded by spikes, and the badge of the Death Guard quietly watch them.

A time reminder popped up on the display, and the next batch of approvals should begin.

Mortarion looked up, and in the corner, Hades was hugging the scythe obituary without any image, curled up in the corner and sleeping soundly, the snoring directly broke the original silence of the room.

"Hades, wake up."

The snoring is still there.

Mortarion thought for a while, and pulled out the pistol Phantom from his waist. The blue light of alien technology began to charge, and there was a buzzing sound, and he pointed the gun at Hades.

"Um?!"

Hades, who was still snoring just now, bounced up in an instant, holding a sickle as a posture.

Mortarion retracted the lamp with satisfaction, pretending nothing had happened, and at the same time he looked away, pretending not to see the scythe obituary smeared with saliva.

"It's time for the next batch of approval, Hades, wake up."

Realizing that Mortarion just told him to get up and work, Hades, who had just woken up, shrank instantly, leaned the scythe aside unsteadily, and stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat.

His brain was muddy and groggy, even a space warrior wouldn't suffer like this.

Since the conversation that day, Hades has started high-intensity work, lying down for an hour a day, and has to be called up to work overtime by the struggle of this group of workers.

Emperor, Mortarion only sleeps for 10 minutes every day, he really can't survive it!
That's why he just wanted to be a soldier, for nothing else, it's easy to fish.

Hades felt that he had returned to the hard years when he first built his stronghold on Babarus.

Alas, it's a pity that things are different.

Hades blinked forcibly again to wake himself up a bit, then briefly glanced at the Power Armor and Scythe obituary, fine, no problem.

As if aware of Hades' readiness, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Mortarion turned off the monitor, and the ticking stopped.

Hades stood at attention, stood in the middle of the room, and put up the obituary.

"Please come in."

Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded.

Hades quickly entered the state, with a straight face, as a qualified background board.

The door opened, and a soldier in regular combat uniform entered the room.

He stood at attention and performed the eagle salute.

Mortarion nodded, motioning for him to put it down.

"Please."

Mortarion looked at Hades, who handed the scythe obituary to the comer, letting him hold it horizontally in both hands.

A slightly flickering white light, well, no problem.

"By the weapon bestowed by the Emperor, you will speak what is in your heart and will not hide it."

Even though Mortarion believed his offspring was fine, Hades decided to have a screening.

Mortarion and Hades chose this method after learning that Hades could channel the Black Realm through the sickle obituary.

It just so happened that he could use the name of selecting new troops.

In the Legion, it is still relatively common to swear an oath with a weapon bestowed by the Emperor.

While Hades was still thinking hard about how to justify using his weapon to make the soldiers swear an oath, Mortarion directly said to Barashin casually,

"Swear by the obituary of Hades, the first weapon granted to the Death Guard by the Emperor after the Death Guard was established."

Ha, so it can be like this? !

Staring at the obituary in his hand, Hades was once again lost in thought... Hmm... It does seem to be the case.

Why didn't he think of it.

The solemn silence in the room brought Hades back from his distraction. His work was finished, and Hades silently walked to the corner, looking at Mortarion and the Barbarusian warrior.

"Denier, what did you see?"

The soldier opposite him flickered, and then said,
"I saw twisted flesh and abscesses"

"My eyes seemed to be covered with white mist, and I seemed to be lying on a pile of corpses."

"Then."

Denier hesitated for a moment.
Mortarion stared at him quietly,
As if he had made a lot of determination, Denier opened his mouth,
"I saw you kneeling."

Mortarion didn't move, which was mostly what most fighters saw.

"What you said is true?"

The calm coercion of the Primarch subsided, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to instantly become icy cold.

Denier trembled for a moment, but immediately his eyes became firm again,
"I swear it's all I've seen."

"it is good."

Mortarion raised an eyebrow, signaling the end of the interrogation-style interview.

Hades stepped forward, took the scythe, watched Denier leave, and waited silently for the next visitor.

"It's almost there?"

Hades leaned over to look at the monitor in front of Mortarion. During the five hours of interrogation, they also picked out a few good candidates.

Moreover, to Hades' surprise, even after experiencing the previous fantasy, there was no trace of corrosion in the death guard.

Even Calastephon was merely frightened.
"Ah."

Mortarion was still pondering, where would he find the Untouchables?

(End of this chapter)