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

After completing the modification surgery, Vox was assigned to the Seventh Company. At first, he was puzzled as to why it seemed that he was the only one heading towards the Seventh Company.

When they arrived at the Seventh Company, they discovered that he was indeed the only new recruit there!

Vox was initially wondering if he had been assigned to the wrong group, but Blanca, who came to greet him, looked at him clearly and told Vox with her eyes—it's you, kid, don't hesitate.

Then Vox wondered if he had offended someone and been assigned to the 7th Company alone.

In fact, Vox did offend some people on Barbarossa.

As a newcomer who fought his way out of an unknown village in the South, Vox survived several famous meat grinders in the South with his extraordinary tenacity and achieved great military exploits.

However, this angered Karastiffon, the leader of the Southern Death Guard, because in some battles, Vox's reputation overshadowed Karastiffon's.

Karas believed that the victories in these battles were due to his prior planning and strategy, not to the contributions of "a particularly brave warrior".

Vox knew he was in the wrong, but he also knew that Karas was acting out of malice, so he kept a low profile and did not confront him.

Could it be Carrastiphon's doing?

After all, Karastiffon is currently in the First Company, and he has a good relationship with Lord Mortarion. Could it be that he's behind this?

But later, Vokes abandoned this ridiculous and naive idea.

This legion from the Empire has its own tightly controlled operating rules. How could a general from a small planet possibly change those rules?

In other words, Vox was chosen by the Seventh Company.

After further contact and understanding, Vox also learned that the 7th Company was known for its high combat strength throughout the entire legion.

Compared to other companies, the Seventh Company's recruit training methods were simpler and more brutal.

While other companies were still teaching how to use firearms, maintain weapons, or perform basic maneuvers, Blanca, who was in charge of training new recruits for the 7th Company, threw Vox into the training cage and made him start live-fire training right away.

After spending a week finally defeating the combat servo, he will face an even tougher opponent.

Blanca also forbids Vox from wearing the power armor helmet, which means that Vox, who does not speak the language, cannot communicate with Blanca. Currently, the translators in the helmet are one-way and cannot translate what others are saying.

Although all new recruits to the Barbaros are required to learn High Gothic, there has been no mandatory order yet, so most recruits are just getting by with helmet translation.

Some Barbarosians with a long-term vision, hoping to take a position in the legion, had already begun to learn High Gothic language on their own.

Vox, on the other hand, was forced into this situation; if he didn't learn, he would suffer in silence during training.

After Vox mastered some basic conversational skills, he tried to communicate with Blanca. It was clear that Blanca was quite pleased with Vox's self-taught High Gothic.

Now Blanca also teaches Vox some combat strategies and tells him that once he defeats the combat servo α-3 in maximum damage mode, he can start the next stage of training, such as marksmanship.

In short, compared to his initial self-doubt and despair, Vox has become more accepting of things through consistent daily practice.

Perhaps this is the kind of war these soldiers experienced before—no exhilarating battles, only the arduous struggle to persevere in desperate situations.

If you can hold on, that's victory.

Just like Vox did before, hold on, stand up when the enemy falls, and then win.

As long as we hold on

Thinking of this, and recalling his own past experiences, Vox couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the newly arrived Hades.

Hades may have just begun fighting in the intermediate mode of the combat servo.

Looking at the energetic Hades across from him, and hearing his question, "Why?"

Vox thought for a moment, and finally said slowly,

"It's probably because we met some of the 7th Company's recruit training standards."

"And most likely, only the two of us meet this criterion."

In fact, if you think about it this way, the fact that he was assigned to the same company for training as this guy known as "Barbarus's Ghost" meant that, in a sense, Vox felt that he was also recognized by the company.

Vox had witnessed the horrific state of the alien lords who were single-handedly killed by Hades.

Hades, upon hearing Vox's answer, was clearly even more curious about their current 7th Company and was eager to ask a bunch of questions.

Hades was completely different from the taciturn and mature image of a dead person I had imagined.

Happy reading!

I was just having a minor lapse in sleep, and while I was typing, I saw my own wallpaper—a gender-swapped Mortarion.

Ughhhhhhh, give me a gender-swapped Mortalian!!! I want to stick with him!!! A poker-faced, white-haired, arrogant, thin, and resilient man... Ughhhhhhh!!!

I want to transmigrate and become the benevolent father Nurgle, so I can toy with Mortarion!!!

Chapter 49 A peaceful day, perhaps?

Endurance.

Day four of training.

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"Hmph~"

In the empty No. 4 canteen, the crisp sound of metal clashing was particularly loud.

An empty bowl smashed onto the metal table.

Hades smiled somewhat embarrassedly at Vox across from him, then skillfully took the next bowl of white porridge from the servant beside him.

It's more like a basin the same size as a soup pot than a bowl.

The thick, white, high-protein porridge, with the consistency of slime, had large, black lumps slowly sinking into its surface, as if it were in a swamp.

Hades picked up a spoon and casually stirred the white porridge, mixing the black cubes containing calcium and similar metals evenly with the porridge.

Then, let's eat!

After Hades was beaten up on the first day, he rushed from the infirmary to the canteen for a meal, only to find that the only food was this bowl of plain porridge.

He picked up a spoon and scooped up a little porridge; the porridge was so thick that it even slowly stretched into threads on the spoon.

this.

White, viscous, and high in protein.

Uh... um... ah.

Anyway, there's only one kind of food! The Death Guards, who don't value food culture, will indeed only choose this most standard and simple recipe.

Hades thought to himself, "It won't kill anyone. Besides, the food for an entire legion puts a lot of pressure on logistics, so don't be picky."

Then he picked up the spoon and, with a death-defying resolve, licked a mouthful of plain porridge—

Really fragrant!

Although it was just simple white porridge, a flavor that seemed to be a blend of wheat aroma and boiled milk burst forth on the tip of the tongue, sweet with a hint of grain fragrance.

Hades' pupils shrank, and he quickly scooped up a piece of black metal to taste.

Pupil earthquake!

It's fruit-flavored?!

The seemingly extremely hard metal block became as soft as a strawberry under the powerful bite force and corrosive saliva of the Space Marines, slowly deforming as their mouths squeezed.

The sour and astringent sensation bursts in the mouth, yet it blends perfectly with the sweet white porridge, creating a flavor reminiscent of fresh fruit!

Holy crap!!! Hades felt like he could just burst out of his clothes in public right now!

Forget everything else, Hades, who was already starving, immediately began his blissful life of eating dry food.

To be fair, Space Marines' sense of taste is generally dulled after their mouths are modified.

However, this kind of white porridge is originally a cloyingly sweet food that can even make most people gag, and the metal pieces inside are actually extremely bitter.

However, the food on Barbaros has a bitter taste, so Hades automatically filters out this bitterness.

Vox sat opposite Hades, watching him devour his porridge with a somewhat speechless expression.

This is the ninth bowl, isn't it?

Even those massive Death Guards usually only have enough for five bowls.

Vox glanced again at the massive figure opposite him, Hades, who was already close to the tallest member of the Death Guard, yet there was a vague feeling that he could still grow taller.

Um.

When Hades finished his thirteenth bowl, he finally put down the spoon that had been gripped so tightly that it was slightly deformed.

"Want to go check out the Duel Cage?"

Vox looked at Hades, who had just finished eating.

It had been three days since he met Hades. From Hades, Vox learned that the other was, like himself, sparring with the combat servo.

Moreover, Hades trained even more intensely than he did.

Hades would even voluntarily extend his training time!

After the Death Guard's half-hour dinner break, there is an hour and a half of free time.

After learning that both time slots were actually free time for him, Hades chose to combine his half-hour dinner time and one hour of free time with the afternoon sparring session.

Vox, who had always followed the prescribed schedule, was also led astray by Hades and started extending his training time along with him.

Today, for some unknown reason, Hades, who had been so engrossed in sparring that he couldn't tear himself away, suddenly asked to eat earlier than planned.

Vox, who was thoroughly exhausted from practice, readily agreed.

So they now have forty minutes left to use.

Generally speaking, the soldiers in the legion do only a few things during their free time.

Most people would go to the training cage or the dueling cage to continue their training and combat. The former was for personal practice, while the latter was for the warriors in the legion to compete against each other.

Some Space Marines who prefer quiet will also choose this time to organize and clean their weapons and armor, or go to the archives to read and study.

Hades-senpai probably hasn't been to the Duel Cage yet?

Before that, aside from studying High Gothic in the archives, Vox spent his time at the Duel Cage.

"okay."

Duel Cage? I've never been there, but it's worth a look.

In the empty hall, occasional fierce shouts and excited cheers could be heard. Bright white light shone down from the high platform, and the fighting figures swayed on the platform, their afterimages flying everywhere.

Three identical high platforms were placed side by side in the hall, resembling large wrestling rings or dueling cages. Below the platforms, rows of spectator chairs were arranged.

Many soldiers gathered around the dueling cage, some standing and some sitting, watching the fighters' every move on the stage intently. When a particularly impressive moment came, they would all clap and cheer.

However, the seemingly bustling hall was clearly divided into two sides: one side was filled with Barbarosian profanities, while the other side was filled with Low Gothic shouts.

The platform in the very center acts like a dividing line, separating the two sides.

Hades raised an eyebrow, but was this scene really what he expected?

Seeing that Vox was about to walk towards the Barbarus platform, Hades thought for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the dueling cage of the Terran veterans.

"Senior Hades?"

Vox called Hades' name softly.

Hades turned around, smiled, and gestured to Vox that he was going to go take a look over there.

Vox was clearly taken aback, but quickly regained his composure and didn't say much before the two parted ways.

Hades walked over to the dueling ring filled with Terran veterans. As he approached, the veterans seemed oblivious to him, remaining focused on the fight on the ring.

pretty good.

Hades thought for a moment, then quietly found a seat and began to watch and analyze the fight on the platform.

Hades knew that his sparring session had reached a stalemate.

For the first three days, he was on the defensive, getting used to his newly modified body.

But after that, Hades felt that even though they were almost fully integrated, he was still unable to perform at his best.

The reason for this is that Hades' previous fighting style was simply not suited to the potential and abilities of this body.

His strikes were too stingy, his movements too cautious, his slashing motions were still trying to gain leverage, and his defensive stance was too overly cautious for peace of mind.

But Hades is no longer the same person who can be easily defeated by a single fatal blow.