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

Chapter 87 81. Don't Go, I'm Scared

The casting hall with the roar of machinery continuously casts fine gold, pottery steel, and plastic steel. A large amount of materials are swallowed and decomposed and reshaped into representatives of power in this behemoth.

The foundry hall, which was originally crowded with people, now only has a few technical soldiers walking in it.

Most of the sages from Mars have returned to the transport ship at this moment, and some biological sages and food sages stayed behind. In the name of the emperor, or because of the pursuit of knowledge, he chose to stay and transform the strange planet Barbarus.

Hades stood silently by the workbench of casting master Enrique, watching Enrique write the letter of recommendation.

On the thick parchment, there are dense black ciphertexts. After a preliminary peek, Hades believes that this is a binary encryption language that uses at least three keys.

Enrique was concentrating on writing the letter, and the wool pen in his hand was shaking constantly. This is a type of writing that requires extremely high precision. Moreover, in the light field invisible to others, on Enrique's arm, a The hidden laser dots are also engraved with cipher text at the same time.

This is the caution that belongs exclusively to Mechanicism.

Every technical sergeant recommended by the legion to go to Mars will hold a unique recommendation letter, which will be completely engraved with the genetic code of the technical sergeant and the Martian pattern of the foundry master who recommended him.

According to the different legions, the Mechanical Church grants them different keys and letter-writing skills. At the same time, the unique way of writing letters also ensures that only the foundry masters of the legion can write.

This is done only to ensure that no one is impersonated.

Enrique thought while writing, even if there are so many twists and turns in the end, he is not Hades from our foundry hall!
What Galo, what Balasin, in the end it was Enrique who picked it up!
Although some unpleasant things have happened recently, as rational technical sergeants, everyone in the foundry hall is very calm.

The technical soldiers who have long been educated by the Martian religion are quite tolerant of similar concepts of "gods".

Moreover, they have been negotiating with the mechanical sages, but they recovered quickly afterwards.

However, the demand for promethium fuel and deflagration weapons has greatly increased.

After this incident, the other company commanders completely forgot about the recruitment of the foundry hall. As a result, when the Mars transport ship was about to leave, only Hades came to sign up.

See, this is the appearance of the Om Messiah, and the person they most want in the foundry hall is here!

As if to prevent Hades from regretting running away, Enrique wrote faster and faster with the pen, even in the strengthened sight of the space fighters, the afterimages were quickly rubbed out.

Hades watched Enrique write, while silently categorizing, putting all his important memories into the left brain and locking them.

Then——he saw that weird mechanical sage walking silently in the corridor.

"That... casting master?"

"Ok?"

While writing, Enrique happily asked Hades what happened.

"I once met a mechanical sage on a small road on the left side of the fourth floor of the Endurance."

"He was walking alone on the path, and there were no servants around."

Enrique was still immersed in the encrypted message at the moment, so he said casually,
"You read it wrong, there will be many people around the sage, at least one technical sergeant of the legion will follow him."

Hades blinked, then emphasized his tone and said seriously,

"I'm sure I'm not mistaken, that is a lone mechanical sage who met me on the long corridor, and then left."

Enrique's frantic writing hand trembled suddenly, and he stopped writing in an instant.

Damn, the laser is wrong, it needs to be rewritten.

But now is not the time to write letters.

Enrique raised his head and stared at Hades seriously,
"What you said is true?"

"I swear what I say is what I see."

hiss.

Casting master Enrique's mind began to deduce wildly.

A lone mechanical sage? !

Impossible, impossible.

The technology on the Death Guard was provided by Mars, and Enrique and the others did not develop other technologies themselves. Moreover, even if the original Dusk Raiders captured alien technology in previous battles, they would report it to Mars.

The technology of the Barbarus galaxy was surveyed and evaluated by the technical sergeants of the Legion and the Mechanicus.

For these mechanical sages who have the latest technology, there is no need for the Death Guard to be checked by them!

Moreover, a sage who escaped the surveillance of the foundry hall will be exposed in front of a recruit? !
High probability. No.
Enrique's eyes moved to Hades' left brain.

It is said that this recruit's left brain is a technology bestowed by the Emperor.

Those crazy mechanical sages don't want to!

no!Absolutely not!
If you can't send people to Mars, they will never come back!

Mars is far from being as simple as one of the two-headed eagles of the empire. Mars itself has complex schools, and the sages are involved with each other.

Enrique was studying on Mars at the time, which was actually a semi-closed study provided by the Emperor Faction on Mars.

But there is a high probability that some sages are eyeing Hades.

Mars has its own sphere of influence. Compared with the relationship between superiors and subordinates, Mars and the empire are more similar to cooperation and have a lot of independent rights. It is difficult for the power of the empire to touch its management, let alone a single legion!

Enrique stared at Hades for a long time before he spoke slowly,
"Hades, did someone recommend you to go to Mars, or did you volunteer?"

Hearing this question, Hades was startled, but with good acting skills, he pretended to be studious and ignorant, and answered naturally,

"Volunteer."

"What's the matter, Master Foundry?"

Hades looked at Enrique curiously, and Enrique froze for a moment as if his trachea was stuck, before saying,
"Hades, this time you are the only one applying to go to Mars. The number of people is too small, so it is not convenient to operate."

"Or, wait until the next time the legion sends soldiers to Mars on a large scale."

? !
Hades one card, big brother, I passed five levels before and persuaded a lot of people to let me leave, but I didn't expect to be stuck with you?

No, it happened that Sister Silence was on the fleet during this period, and Hades was relieved to leave quickly, otherwise, there would be no shop after this village.

Moreover, this is the task Malcador gave him, he has to go!

So, Hades launched an offensive, unbelievable, and eager to learn, looking at Enrique,
"I'm very sorry, but I really want to leave this time, otherwise, I probably won't have the chance in the future."

Enrique gritted his teeth secretly, he hadn't met a seedling who was so suitable for learning machinery for a long time, and he also knew that Balasin didn't want to let Hades go.
but
No, as of now, there has not been a case of an interstellar soldier going to Mars to learn death. The worst thing is to enter Dreadnought. Hades probably won’t
Moreover, the Legion Commander has also gone to Terra, will...will something happen?

Enrique thought intensely for a long time, and finally, he slowly pulled out a new piece of letter paper from the table, with dark green shading spread across it, Enrique took a deep breath, and re- Start to pick up a pen and write.

"Hades."

Enrique shouted,
"Ok?"

You can't say it directly, some sages have the technology to check people's memory
"When we get there, although the factory is half open, try not to go to the wasteland."

"Ah."

Hades nodded, watching Enrique rewrite,
"Also. The Death Guard sent you one this time, so try to get in touch with technical sergeants from other legions."

"I recommend you to find the Imperial Fists, or the technical sergeants of the Iron Hands. They usually have received some training in the legion in advance, and the Mechanicus has a good relationship with them."

"Of course, there are also Iron Warriors, but I don't recommend you to look for them, they are sometimes very irritable."

"Salamanders are also good fighters, you can get in touch with them more."

Salamander. If something happens to Hades, maybe these kind and stubborn warriors will come out and do something.

"For the rest, the technical sergeants of the Dark Angels just come and go through the motions. Don't mess with them, just respect them."

The Dark Angels have technology separate from the Mechanicum of Mars.

"And the Space Wolves, stay away from them."

Executioners in space, the Legions are reluctant to touch them.

"The rest, the Blood Angels, War Dogs, and Ultramarines are all disciplined and honorable fighters. You can get in touch with them. Although they are not too special in terms of technology, their legion culture is impressive. Awe."

The last noun was written, the binary name encrypted five times—

"Hades."

Picking up the letter, Enrique read it slowly again, and then he sighed unconsciously.

"Hades, study hard, although Mars is very mysterious, don't hang around."

"Take care of yourself, always stay with soldiers from other legions, and don't be left alone."

"If learning skills is too boring, you can go to learn from soldiers from other legions, but don't make trouble."

Enrique took out a dark green and off-white envelope, folded the letter and put it in.

The pale wax composed of nanomachines dripped slowly, and Enrique picked up the stamp and printed the badge of the Death Guard.

He stared at the letter.

The last letter was still based on dark red and off-white.

But these are not important anymore, Enrique looked at Hades with thoughts in his eyes,

"Study hard and protect yourself."

"If there is an accident, apply for early return."

Hades blinked, this scene. Why is the sense of sight so strong?

He even felt benevolence in this five big and three rough casting masters.

Enrique took another deep look at Hades,
"protect yourself."

"Remember."

Mortarion stood on the deck, the primarch's tall and thin figure like a dead tree standing still.

Somewhere in the soul, his children are calling to him.

They are reluctant.

But parting is necessary, and they need to grow up.

He also needs to grow up.

Mortarion took a deep breath, his respirator humming, and stepped aboard the black ship.

"salute!"

uh. um. huh?
Be surrounded!

Due to being redistributed, many Babarusians lived in the area of ​​the Seventh Company where Hades was located.

When he went back to collect his personal belongings, many people opened the door and stood to welcome him!
In the long corridor, the doors of all the recruits opened, and with a shout, everyone stood at attention and silently saluted Hades as he walked by.

Respect the strong.

Um.
Hades looked calm on the surface and walked forward without changing his footsteps, but in fact his heart was already in chaos.

Never before on Barbarus had he been greeted and tributed so warmly because of his physique.
However, the sound of heavy footsteps interrupted Babarus' tacit understanding,

"Give me back and rest!!!"

"Tomorrow the new recruits will be connected to high-intensity physical fitness!"

Branca's roar echoed in the corridor.

In the long corridor, the door that was opened just now was closed instantly, and there was a moment of silence.

Hmm. Hades looked across, and Branca came towards him angrily.

amount.

However, Branca rushed over, gave Hades a firm hug, and let go,

"My boy, you still want to run."

With a hearty smile on Branca's face, she led Hades on her way,
"You don't know what you've done."

Although Blanca couldn't be told the whole story, he knew that the integration of the Legion, which seemed quite difficult in the past, has become much easier now.

All of this, more than half of the credit has to go to Hades.

Unexpectedly, the recruit who looked at me at the beginning was much better than he expected!

Despite that fantasy, Branca didn't care one bit.

Before that fantasy came, he probably didn't know that he died in that corner.

In fact, the original Branca died in the Isstvan V massacre, he did not experience Legion corruption, and the illusion has slightly less influence on him.

Compared with the unreasonable recruits, Blanca knows that the moment is the most necessary.

After all, at least a quarter of recruits do not make it past the Legion's first campaign.

But he will try his best to bring this one under his command.

There are too many old guys who want to die, and there are no new recruits.

But for now, send Hades to him first.

Even if Blanca doesn't understand why Hades is obsessed with going to Mars in this situation, wouldn't it be good for him to work here and get into the management?

Hades' room arrived, and Blanca stood at the door, waiting for Hades to clean it up.

Hades looked at his empty room, but he really had nothing to take.

A few changes of clothing, a scythe obituary, a deflagration gun, a melta gun, a flamethrower, a melee combat dagger with a wide blood groove on it, and a Barbarus heavy machete.

In a sense, apart from the scythe obituary, everything else about Hades is standard for the Death Guard.

Hades blinked, and let the servitor come in and take the items.

In the deep universe, the coat of arms of the Mars foundry world is heavily imprinted on the huge ship, and the skeleton surrounded by gears is eternally thirsting for all the truths in the world.

The engine roared, and the plasma tail flame slowly dragged past, creating gorgeous water waves in the void.

Beside the huge transport ship, countless escort ships and cruisers turned around nimbly like small fish, ignited with tiny flames, and followed their mother.

However, even the huge Mars transport ship is just a drop in the bucket compared to the Glorious Queen-class Endurance next to it.

The cruisers and battleships of the Death Guard dispersed according to the predetermined trajectory, making way for the Mechanicus fleet surrounded by them.

Hades stuck to the glass of his room, looking out——

The bow of the ship is extremely pointed, and the whole ship is smooth and streamlined. It is the Fourth Knight.

The one that looks heavy and slow overall, with a distinctive forked bow, is the End Yan.

There are also My Dead Girl, Reaper's Scythe, and Depression.
The flagships of these death guards passed by the window one after another, turning into bright dots one by one.

The Martian transport ship slowly accelerated, and the engines advanced step by step. Soon, the fleet sailed away from the arms of the Death Guard and rowed into Mandeville Point on the edge of the Barbarus galaxy.

Here, the fleet will tear through the barriers between reality and subspace, and enter the pre-planned subspace channel without affecting other ladders in the galaxy.

Geller's stand was opened, and the magnificent and disillusioned subspace waves were hitting the boundary of reality.

Next stop, the solar system, Mars.

Goodbye, Barbarus.

Farewell, Death Guard.

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　　By the way, My Lady of Death is my own translation. In other translations, she is translated as "My Lady of Death"

　　Its original English text "My Death Lady"

　　
　
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