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

A strong body can withstand fierce attacks, and the reinforced vital points can be used to fight back and exploit the opponent's weaknesses.

Therefore, Hades urgently needs to see how others—those with the same physique as him, who have fought year-round—combat.

Barbarus's fighting style is probably still the same old thing, maybe with some new variations. But for the Terran, it's a truly high-quality battle for Hades right now.

Every game, every move, every action is worth analyzing and studying!

Hades, ignored by everyone, sat in a dimly lit corner of the audience, the red light in his left eye flashing.

The Perseverance, a secluded conference room.

at the same time.

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Company Commander Balasin, with a complicated expression, looked at Fernando opposite him.

Fernando – now the chief think tank member for Deathguard.

"If you have any objections, I can help you request a meeting with the legion commander."

The old think tank's deep eyes looked at Barasin.

"Thank you for your kindness, Balasin."

"But I know that Primarch Mortalian made the right decision."

this.

Balasin was still somewhat incredulous.

Since the Primarch Mortalian's return, the original Twilight Raiders' intelligence has been largely ignored.

The Primarch explicitly stated that there is no need for "magic-playing" in the Death Guard.

Existing think tanks will not be allowed to expand further, nor will they occupy an important position on future battlefields.

When the last think tank dies, the Death Guard will disenchant the think tank as a special unit.

While Barasin hoped the Primarch's takeover of the army would proceed as smoothly as possible, he was keenly aware of the importance of the think tank to a legion. Having failed to persuade the Primarch, he then approached the current chief think tank, Fernando—

It was both a request for help and a hope that the old think tank would not harbor resentment towards the original entity as a result.

However, Fernando's reaction far exceeded Barasin's expectations.

".Why?"

Why is it that as the chief think tank, it not only does not dislike but even supports the Primarch's behavior?

Fernando closed his eyes.

"The original body's decision is correct, and the entire think tank agrees on this."

Before he could finish speaking, the conference room door suddenly burst open! A person adorned with spells in power armor glared angrily at Fernando.

Why did you betray us?! Betray the entire think tank?!

"Get out!"

Balasin, who had just looked exhausted, suddenly shouted, and Ugo, who had barged in, immediately fell silent.

Fernando opened his eyes, and a calm voice rang out.

“You have no right to question me, Hugo.”

"Go find Torres to take the punishment."

Ugo was filled with dissatisfaction and resentment, but the psionic pressure subtly released by the chief think tank made him reluctantly close the door and leave.

Before leaving, the two people inside heard a low-gothic swear word uttered in a very low voice.

"It made you laugh."

Barasin turned his head and looked at Fernando again, his face full of exhaustion and apology.

"I anticipated this reaction."

He smiled.

"But I didn't expect your reaction."

Fernando smiled wearily. Yes, why?

He remembered that day, on the wrecked spaceship, the twisted and floating flesh and blood.

I took the day off yesterday, so I'm posting a 3k-word article today. Happy reading!

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Chapter 50 Confidence Shakes

Perseverance, the seventh company's single training room.

just now.

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Hades, wielding a war scythe, was rapidly dodging the attacks of the opposing combat servo.

The massive six-bladed combat server unleashed a torrent of blades, accompanied by the deafening roar of chainsaws, as it relentlessly slashed towards Hades!

Hades swiftly wielded his scythe to repel the oncoming chainsaw. The scythe wind swept through the air like lightning, and countless tiny sparks burst forth from the point where the scythe and chainsaw met, only to vanish instantly into the wind.

For a moment, the man and the machine were locked in a stalemate, with afterimages appearing on the field.

One moment the combat servo had the upper hand, forcing Hades to retreat repeatedly, and the next moment Hades saw through the combat servo's next move, slashing with his scythe and regaining control of the situation.

At this moment, the only sounds in the room were the whistling of blades and the clash of weapons.

Hades' pupils dilated, his mind was free of distractions, and his thoughts were completely focused on the six roaring chainsaw blades opposite him.

The scene I witnessed in the Duel Cage a few days ago seems to be flashing before my eyes.

In slow motion, Hades saw the series of attacks made by the combat servo!

That's it!

Hades adjusted his center of gravity slightly, took a small step to the right, and a swift blade of wind brushed past him in an instant.

A confident smile quietly bloomed on Hades' face—

At this moment, in his eyes, the opponent's originally extremely fast attack frequency was now displayed in slow motion.

It's easy to dodge, but full of flaws!

Following the veteran's cool moves with his greatsword in the dueling cage, Hades dodged the next attack by sidestepping, switched hands on his heavy scythe, and twirled it beautifully!

Then, Hades leaned forward and hooked, interrupting the opponent's offensive rhythm. His massive, modified body was completely exposed to the opponent's attack range, but Hades was not afraid at all.

Because the next blow will be your death!

As if sensing Hades's thoughts, the six-walled chainsaw swung down with a roar, as if to embrace Hades in its arms—

The silent scythe cleaved through the thunderous roar.

"Hiss—cough!"

The roar of the chainsaw blades faded weakly, and the previously rapidly spinning chainsaw gradually lost power and stopped rotating.

The red light on top of the combat servo flashed urgently, like a silent cry for help, but after a few seconds, the flashing frequency began to slow down.

Finally, it went out.

Hades stood in the middle of the training cage, his scythe hanging down.

The combat servo, less than three steps away from him, stood still.

Then the top of the combat servo shook a few times.

"boom!"

A slit opened at the waist of the combat servo, completely severing this behemoth!

Hades was furious when he saw that the combat servo that had been beating him for over a week had finally been delivered.

Cool!

Hades went from being completely defenseless at the beginning, being chased by the entire training cage, to being able to withstand a few moves, and then to completely seeing through the attack trajectory of this combat servo, and even being able to show off a cool scythe-wielding move, for a whole week!

He was chased and beaten for four days straight!

Looking at the corpse of the combat servo lying on the ground, Hades felt that the test that veteran Blanca had deliberately set for him was now complete, and he could go find Blanca to begin the next stage of training.

Hades casually shook his scythe, instinctively trying to shake off the blood and flesh clinging to it, but then he realized that he was fighting a combat servo, so he didn't need to shake it.

However, as Hades swung his scythe, a crack appeared on the heavy-duty training scythe, like a cracked ice surface about to break.

What Hades didn't know was that a training scythe of normal strength couldn't cut through a Type 3 combat servo at all. Hades had just found the weak point on the combat servo by subconscious intuition, and then used brute force and extremely fast speed to forcefully cleave it open.

The door to the individual training room was flung open, and Blanca strode in, followed by a technical sergeant carrying a multi-functional backpack.

As they entered, the door shook violently, and Hades' scythe blade gloriously ended its life, shattering into pieces that fell down.

"Crash."

Ah, this.

Hades suddenly realized he shouldn't have just cleaved open the machine that had been beating him for a week.

The technical sergeant saw the combat servo cut in half in the training cage, the red light on its helmet flashing rapidly.

He reached out and placed his hand on Blanca's shoulder.

[Could you explain?]

Hades froze when he first saw Blanca.

So, that's the situation now.

Hades sat down cautiously next to Blanca. The two large men sat on a row of chairs under the training cage, looking slightly cramped.

The red light on the sergeant's helmet was flashing wildly as he stood in front of them, pacing back and forth.

Low Gothic, which Hades couldn't understand, sprang from the tech sergeant's helmet.

At first, Blanca stubbornly argued with the technical sergeant, but later all that remained were weak "uh-huh" sounds.

[Is this how you assign tasks to new recruits? Directly deploying Type 3 tanks, and then letting the recruits damage them???]

[Blanca, I know you're stubborn, but assessing each recruit's combat ability shouldn't be difficult, right?]

[You only have two soldiers, and you can't even manage them???]

[I know you think the recruits are incompatible with Type 3, and to be honest, I think it's absurd too, but that's no excuse for not paying attention to the recruit training progress for a week.]

[No way? No way? Blanca, you really haven't been paying attention to the recruits' progress?]

[With the legion expanding, equipment manufacturing is already busy enough, and now you're telling me we also have to step off the assembly line and repair combat servo systems for you?]

Blanca had lost all his previous toughness. He had initially wanted to argue back, but after looking at the combat servo lying on the ground, broken in two, he...

Moreover, the technical sergeant on the other side, Alberto, was a veteran who joined the team with Blanca. Because he took the path of technical sergeant, his promotion was delayed. Otherwise, Alberto would probably be in a similar position to Blanca now.

What's more, during battlefield repair missions, the enemy twice casually dug him out of a pile of corpses.

Yes. He really didn't expect the recruits to be so good at fighting.

Blanca silently hurled a bullet at Hades in her mind.

Then sit still obediently and listen to Alberto's scolding.

Just as Hades felt that dinner time was approaching, the training room door opened again, saving Blanca and Hades.

As the master foundry Enrique strode in, Alberto, seeing his teacher arrive, immediately stopped complaining, stood at attention, and saluted.