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

Mortarian stood by the window, gazing at the vast and boundless universe outside.

Hades looked out and saw countless stars twinkling in the vast expanse of space, which seemed to swallow everything.

In the very center of the viewing window, the planet shrouded in green mist is slowly rotating, embraced by a hazy, mossy green.

A massive, mechanically gleaming star ring hovered above it, with spaceships occasionally flying out from it.

Barbaros

A dim, yellowish light shone on Hades' face, and fine dust particles floated in the faint light.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Mortarian's hoarse voice rang out.

"But I never expected that such a beautiful planet would be so ugly under the fog."

Will the Empire help improve the toxic gas environment in Barbarus?

Hades said, feigning nonchalance,

In the original storyline, the Emperor used the promise of transforming Barbarus' environment as bait to try and recruit Mortarion into the Empire, which Mortarion naturally rejected.

Hades hoped that since Mortarion had already killed Nacre, they wouldn't refuse the Empire's proposal to reshape the environment of Barbarus.

As the Primarch's home planet, wouldn't it be better to reduce the tithe and build a more prosperous future?

"They did make that suggestion."

"But I wonder, will the Barbarosians become weak after losing their gas-filled environment?"

Hades was speechless.

But in fact, it wasn't just Mortarion who had this idea; the Primarch of the Sixth Legion, Lemanrus, also thought so.

Lemanrus's homeworld is a deathly world covered in ice and snow—Fenris. When the Empire designated Fenris as a new recruitment point for the Sixth Legion, Lemanrus requested that the existence of the Fenris Empire not be disclosed.

He believed that only those who had single-handedly overcome the harshness of ice and snow could become soldiers of the Sixth Legion.

Hades couldn't directly deny this view, but in his simple values, if it makes the whole situation better, there's no need to deliberately make things difficult for others.

After all, not everyone wants to become a war machine like a Space Marine; some people may just want to live a peaceful life.

Hades thought for a moment, then spoke.

"Resilience is an innate quality of the Barbaros people; it flows in the blood of every Barbaros person and will not change with the change of environment."

"Moreover, I believe that an environment free of toxic gases will allow the new generation of Barbaros to grow up more robustly."

Mortarian fell silent.

He thought of the children whose skin turned purple and who died young because of excessive inhalation of poison gas.

Are they weak? If given a chance to grow up, will they become good warriors?

He hesitated.

"Perhaps I should accept the Empire's offer."

Hades smiled.

"I think you won't regret this decision."

"The Barbarosians will thank you."

Mortarian shrugged.

"Hopefully, they won't become cowards because of this decision."

At the same time, Mortarian reached out and touched the glass, and instantly, an image appeared on the glass—

It's as if, outside the glass, a massive warship is truly floating slowly in the universe.

A massive, cold, dark green, its silvery metallic sheen gleaming mercilessly, its hull flowing like a dagger, with slender spikes protruding from its bow, piercing straight into the void.

The streamlined, dark gray metal frame and the plow-shaped bow topped with a huge imperial double-headed eagle emblem, the gleaming golden double-headed eagle inexplicably clashing with the style of this giant ship.

Next to the double-headed eagle emblem is an iron-gray skull badge of the same size—the emblem of the Death Guard.

Beside her, those exquisite little warships paled in comparison, mere ants.

This colossal ship is like the scythe in the hand of death, silently slicing through the universe.

Hades certainly knew what it was—the mothership of the Death Guard, the Glory Queen-class battleship, the Endurance!

This is absolutely gorgeous.

Unlike Hades's vision of a cathedral with thrusters, the understated and cold Endurance is the spaceship of anyone's dreams.

This magnificent flagship was simply given away to Mortarion by the Emperor.

Hades admitted that, for a moment, he was indeed jealous.

Mortarian smiled.

"This is the Endurance, the warship we are on now."

"So beautiful!"

“I decorated her; this girl wasn’t this pretty before.”

Indeed, the gray-green color scheme was Mortarion's doing; before this, the Twilight Raiders used crimson.

"Too much decoration always obscures her natural beauty."

"In the future, I plan to have all the battles that Death Guard has experienced engraved on the bow of her ship."

Motalian's smile rarely carried a hint of pride.

You're just here to show off!

Hades felt his teeth itch.

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Afterwards, Mortarian told Hades that he could start training with the company tomorrow, as these few Terra Standard Months would be a small-scale training period.

Hades will first need to familiarize himself with the company to learn how a Space Marine fights.

Even though Mortarian was eager to place Barbalus warriors in management positions within the company as soon as possible, the Barbalus soldiers, who had just undergone modification surgery and whose average training time was no more than six standard Terra months, were currently unable to fulfill any of their duties.

They haven't even reached the standard to be a qualified Space Marine yet.

If Mortarian wants to place Barbarosians in management positions, he will need to find that there are not enough experienced veterans and that the new generation of Barbarosians will have distinguished themselves in battle before he can begin to work on this matter.

Therefore, all affairs of the Legion are currently handled by Terran veterans.

Mortarion couldn't openly offer Hades any help either. After all, as the Primarch, he needed to establish his authority within the army, and promoting a "new recruit" in the eyes of the Terrans so soon after taking office would obviously be a rash move.

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Following Mortalian, Hades basically explored all the places on the Endurance that he might visit frequently, and also took a look at some scenic spots or high-tech, dazzling and interesting places.

They began their return journey, with Mortalian and Hades taking the elevator inside the Endurance and slowly ascending towards the Space Marine rest area.

Looking at the densely packed floor numbers on the elevator, Hades suddenly remembered something during the long elevator wait.

Wait, Mortarian came to him alone?

The Deathguards also have a very unique unit, the Primarch Guard of Mortalian – the Death Shroud.

These warriors, clad in heavy Terminator power armor, would silently follow Primarch Mortalian at a distance of forty-nine paces to protect him.

The soldiers who become the shroud of death will be marked as "killed in action" in their own company.

Hades thought that Mortarion might not have built the Death Shroud yet because they were still in the adjustment period.

But this doesn't seem right either.

During his recent visit to the Grand View Garden, Hades didn't see any other Death Guards besides some ordinary crew members and servants.

Hades glanced at Mortarian somewhat cautiously.

"Mortalian, you are now the commander of the Death Guard, right?"

"Ah."

Mortarian gave a cheerful hum.

"Aren't you very busy right now?"

As if sensing Hades's veiled probing, Mortalian's voice rang out with its usual calm.

"now is our recess time."

Hades glanced silently at the elevator walls, which displayed the floating image of time.

[Standard Terra Time 21:36]

Given that Space Marines are all tough guys who only sleep four hours a day, this time is far from their rest time.

Hades then looked at Mortarian.

Mortarian fell silent.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Finally, Mortarian couldn't take it anymore.

"I put the corps training under the temporary supervision of the 1st Company Commander, Balasin."

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Chapter 44 A Dark and Windy Night, Suitable for Sending a Sickle

Endurance, Space Marine's personal room.

just now.

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In the standard Space Marine cabin, Hades sat at his workbench, deep in thought.

After persuading Mortarian to go back to work, Hades returned to his lounge.

He first tried to sense his dark domain again, but found that it could only extend to the skin layer.

It was as if they were imprisoned.

Regarding the Dark Domain, Hades plans to find some information about the Untouchables afterward, since in his memories before his transmigration, the Untouchables did not exhibit the characteristics of Hades' Dark Domain.

Putting aside his doubts about the Black Domain for the time being, Hades focused his attention on his electronic left brain.

As Hades focused his attention, he discovered that his left brain was like a computer.

He can control how he stores memories, retrieves them, and even destroys them.

Hades touched his electronic brain again and unexpectedly discovered several different ports on the back of his left brain.

Is it intended for future use in operating machinery?

One of the ports already had a hard plate. Hades pulled it out and found it was something like a USB flash drive. He could choose to store memories and knowledge into it.

So convenient?!

Wouldn't that mean Hades could simply plug a hard drive full of knowledge directly into the port in his left brain and master that knowledge?

At the same time, Hades can also pile a lot of calculations into this half of his brain, so that the left and right sides of the brain think and perform calculations differently.

To Hades’s surprise, the brainstem, which controls basic bodily functions, was compensated for by the enhanced right hemisphere of the brain, while the left hemisphere did not have these functions.

In other words, this electronic brain on the left is currently a brain-like computer, which is helpful for learning, memory, calculation, and connecting and controlling machinery.

It's like the electronic brains that machine enthusiasts install on themselves.

But what Hades didn't know was that his electronic brain had far greater computing power and efficiency than the electronic brains of the Mechanicus.