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

The technical sergeant spoke in complex and ornate High Gothic language.

"In the name of Mortarion and the Emperor."

"Are you willing to become his silent warrior?"

"Are you willing to become his unbreakable blade?"

"Are you willing to give everything for the empire?"

The last piece of armor was assembled as these words were spoken, and two machine servants slowly stepped in, holding incendiary guns.

In the shadows, Garo and Enrique's gazes were fixed on the figure on the lower platform.

"For the Emperor."

He recited his vows in a muffled voice with a Barbarosian accent.

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Chapter 47 A peaceful day, then getting beaten up

Endurance.

just now.

.

In a single training room next to the training hall of the 7th Company, Hades, dressed in the simplest combat uniform and holding a general-purpose combat scythe, stood beside the training cage.

The veteran—Hades later learned his name was Blanca, the battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 7th Company—was standing next to Hades with his arms crossed, wearing MK2 power armor.

A low, muffled sound came from Blanca's helmet.

"Come find me again when you defeat this battle server for the first time."

Wait, this isn't what Hades imagined. Shouldn't he be taught how to use the bomb gun, the thermobaric gun, or at least some tactical phrases first?

Hades watched helplessly as the gray hemispherical fence rose and enclosed the arena, while the combat servo, half a meter taller than Hades, descended from the top of the cage, landing with a dull thud.

Blanca ignored Hades and simply waved his hand, signaling Hades to enter the training cage.

"Combat Exercise α-3, Medium Lethality."

The cylindrical combat servo was activated, the indicator light on top lit up with an ominous red light, the machine's side wings opened, and six chainsaw-like blades revealed a chilling aura.

With a soft click, all six chainsaws roared simultaneously!

Hades raised his war scythe and assumed a starting stance.

He now understands that this is called a show of force, right?

Although Hades knew this part would definitely be there, he was still somewhat angry that they didn't even bother to pretend.

The machine opposite him suddenly rushed towards him, its six chainsaw blades flashing in a dizzying arc!

Hades instantly exerted force with his feet, leaped up, spun half a circle in the air, head down, his hands swirling, the scythe flying as it swung downwards with its hook!

"hiss--"

A tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound rang out, sparks flew between the scythe and the servo, and dazzling white light splashed everywhere.

Hades slammed his fist into the ground, then without hesitation, turned and wielded his scythe, the scythe wind whistling through the air as it tore straight towards the servo-device—

"stop!"

The sickle stopped the instant it touched the servo, leaving a bright, gleaming metal dent that stood out starkly against its otherwise smooth exterior.

When Hades leaped up and delivered the first blow to the servo, the servo, having received enough damage, had already entered a state of truce, and the red light above its head had turned green.

Hades turned his head and looked at Blanca with a calm expression.

Is this a show of force?

Unlike the Barbarus Death Guard, who mostly fight in groups, Hades truly fought his way out of a horde of aliens on his own.

However, Blanca remained with his arms crossed, his face hidden by his helmet, seemingly lost in thought.

"Type 3 combat servo, combat exercise α-3, maximum lethality."

The veteran's calm voice rang out again, as if he disregarded Hades's minor provocation.

Some metal strips descended from the ceiling, and the server Hades had previously fought automatically went up to it and returned to its original position.

Next, a server that was clearly two sizes larger than the previous one crashed down with a bang.

Hades looked up and saw a huge guy who was about two meters taller than him.

The red light comes on.

"Defeat this one, then come find me."

Blanca's muffled voice came from inside the helmet again, a mechanical translation of Barbalus with a very strange intonation.

This time, the veteran seemed very confident. After saying this, he left the single training room directly, leaving Hades and the giant combat servo to confront each other.

It was as if they were certain that Hades could never defeat this guy.

Hades raised his scythe again, as if to say, "Who do you think you are?!"

It's just a size larger, watch me swat it away!

That noon, Hades, with a bruised and swollen face, appeared for the first time in the medical room of the pharmacist of the second battalion of the seventh company.

The pharmacist seemed very prepared, using medical gel to fill the wounds that Hades had been torn open by the chainsaw sword.

"It doesn't look like a wound torn by a typical combat servo chainsaw," thought Pharmacist Leo as he filled Hades' wound.

Blanca has a fiery temper, so he wouldn't just put a Type 3 on a new recruit right away, would he?

Leo thought to himself.

However, it seems I need to prepare some more basic medical gel.

Since the arrival of the first new recruit, the wound-filling materials in the medical room have been used up very quickly.

Veteran soldiers generally don't suffer this kind of injury during routine training; they keep the injury within a reasonable range.

"All right."

Leo lifted the medical tray, where specks of blood splattered and slowly dripped down the wall.

Hades sat dejectedly in his seat. He really hadn't expected that, under the same conditions, the second machine was more than three times faster.

This was even faster than the blow Nacre swung at Hades!

Damn it, I'm really being looked down upon!

But what Hades didn't know was that Blanca left with such confidence because there were very few veterans in the entire 7th Company who could easily defeat the highest mode of the Type 3 combat servo.

The remaining veterans, while able to defeat Type 3 in this mode, could only barely manage a victory.

In Blanca's original plan, Hades was supposed to be worn down by the first servant for a week.

But now, because of Hades's nonchalant expression, Blanca decided to teach him a lesson again.

In less than a week, this new recruit will probably be unable to stand it and come to him for help.

Even if Hades really defeated the Type 3 Servant, Blanca would still have trained a true warrior!

But this kid does look like a tough guy!

In Blanca's rational analysis, Hades will most likely eventually give in and come back to him to apologize.

But Blanca was indeed quite interested in seeing the recruit's potential. Who wouldn't want the angels fighting for the Emperor to be even more formidable?

Blanca hated these recruits; they were loud, arrogant, and looked down on them just because they had connections with the Primarch.

Unfortunately, unlike the Shadowmoon Wolves, my Primarch encountered their Primarchs early on.

That being said, if Blanca were to encounter any capable new recruits, he would hope that they could take over their responsibilities and bring glory to the Empire for the Emperor!

If this kid can really defeat the Type 3, he'll definitely be a master at cutting down aliens.

Blanca finally thought of this.

Feeling that his wounds wouldn't be reopened by getting up, Hades shakily prepared to get up and leave.

But the door to the medical room was suddenly opened.

A pale-faced, thin man, clearly of Barbarosian descent, walked in.

The wound inflicted by the chainsaw sword had scabbed over and was healing rapidly.

Hades opened his eyes wide—

Oh, isn't that Vox? What a coincidence to run into someone from my hometown!

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Chapter 48 We are all fellow sufferers

Endurance, medical room.

just now.

.

Vox sat quietly in his seat, watching the pharmacist Leo apply the medicine to him.

As if he were very skilled, Vox would consciously raise his hand or turn around to make it easier for Leo to apply the medicine.

Compared to the quiet and even somewhat weak Vox, Hades beside him had his eyes shining.

Sensing Hades' gaze, Vox smiled apologetically at Hades and whispered in Barbarus,

"Greetings, senior Hades. I am Vox, the Death Guardian of southern Barbarossa. You may not recognize me."

“No, no, no, the South’s rising star, Vox, I’ve heard Mortarian praise you.”

Upon hearing Hades' words, Vox's eyes lit up for a moment, but he instantly reverted to his expression of utter despair.

Compared to Hades, who had just started training, Vox, who had undergone several months of grueling training, had long since lost the ambition and excitement he had when he first joined the Legion.

All that remained was the silence of gritting one's teeth and persevering through the hardships.

Vox smiled wryly.

"Are you new to the Seventh Company, senior? I haven't seen you before."

"Oh, don't be so formal. We're at the same level in the legion now, just call me Hades."

"However, I only arrived in the last two days. I had an injury before, so I rested for a while longer."

The pharmacist Leo stood up and gestured to Vox that his injuries had been treated.

[Thanks.]

Vox nodded in response to the pharmacist.

Hades raised an eyebrow.

"Vox, what did you mean by that just now?"

"It's a Gorgotha ​​word meaning 'thank you'."

That's it!

Hades looked at the apothecary and, like Vox, said thank you.

The pharmacist Leo didn't react much. He nodded, packed up his equipment, and walked towards the room next to the medical room, leaving the two Barbarosians some space to talk.

"Vox, are we the only two recruits in the 7th Company right now? Or is it because it's my first day here and I haven't seen anyone else?"

"As far as I know, the 7th Company has only applied for two new recruit slots so far."

"What?"

Vox couldn't help but want to smile wryly again. Could he say he didn't know either?

Lord Mortalian has found his blood relatives, Barbalus has received the Empire's help, and the Death Guard rebels are thus able to join the Legion.

But why is he the only one who's so unlucky?

Vox looked at Hades opposite him; no, he wasn't the only one who was unlucky.