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

[Sorry, teacher, Alberto will be back at his post now.]

Enrique glanced at the training cage and instantly knew what had just happened.

Wow, to be able to cut the Type 3 to this extent... truly impressive.

Previously, Alberto was angered by the sudden new maintenance task, while Blanca was busy dealing with Alberto, and both of them subconsciously downplayed how difficult Hades's actions were to achieve.

However, Enrique thought it was indeed a bit of a shame that a Type 3 aircraft had broken down at this point, but now...

Praise be to the God of all machines!

Enrique looked at Hades.

"Hades, you need to make appropriate compensation for your destructive behavior."

"But given the negligence of your superiors, this is not your own fault."

"Therefore, I have decided to give you a lenient punishment. You will need to come to the Foundry during your free time on every even-numbered Terra Day for two months."

Hades looked at Enrique across from him, and he felt something was off.

Happy reading! (σ′▽‵)′▽‵)σ

Chapter 51 Wonderful Newcomer Training Time

Endurance.

just now.

.

Hades slowly scooped porridge into his mouth with a spoon; the cafeteria was practically empty since it wasn't mealtime.

Vox went to the Duel Cage to crush the weak. He was already a rising star in the South, and with the grueling training of the Seventh Company, Vox's combat ability skyrocketed.

Hades had reason to suspect that Vox had gone to fight the Barbaros Yankees, after all, some troublemakers in the northern garrison had caused trouble when the Death Guard rebels moved back to the north from the south.

However, Hades also came from northern Barbalus, so Vox didn't say anything and just told Hades that he was going to the Duel Cage.

Whatever, maybe Vox can beat up Typhon?

Hades chewed on his spoon, thinking contentedly.

Since Hades destroyed that combat servo, real, recruit-appropriate training has only just begun.

Blanca, who had been thoroughly scolded by Technical Sergeant Alberto, finally put aside her previous arrogance. Although she was still not very polite, she taught Hades everything she needed to know and even shared some of her most valuable combat experience.

Most of the veterans in the company still disliked the Barbaross people, but the story of Hades destroying the Type 3 combat servo quietly spread.

Every day, Hades would be dragged by Blanca to his unit to pick out a veteran who specialized in a particular area, and then have that veteran teach Hades some combat techniques.

Most of the veterans were polite but distant towards Hades, treating him as if he were merely there to teach Hades skills in order to complete Blanca's mission.

However, for Hades, who is currently completely clueless, this is already more than enough.

For example, recently, Hades was taught how to use a bomb gun by an old soldier with a noticeable scar on his right wrist. The old soldier taught him how to use the bomb gun and how to maintain it.

After teaching Hades the most basic use of the bomb gun, the veteran demonstrated it to Hades a few times without saying a word, and then let Hades go to the moving firing range to begin training.

Initially, the veteran would give Hades some pointers on his posture and timing for firing, but after that, he just stood by and watched Hades improvise.

Hades' day passed just like that.

During his free time in the evenings, Hades would sit in the mess hall on odd-numbered days and not go anywhere else, except for reporting to the technical sergeant on even-numbered days.

Well, aside from eating porridge, he's also a capable worker.

Hades had previously visited the Third Archives, which was actually the Legion's library.

The high-level books couldn't be borrowed, so Hades picked out a few low-level books to read. It wouldn't be shameful to learn High Gothic and Low Gothic.

So every day while he ate, he would flip through books, quickly noting down new words, grammar rules, vocabulary suffixes, idioms, proverbs, and the like with his left eye.

Hades hoped to master High Gothic as soon as possible; otherwise, he would be training with semi-mute veterans every day without saying a word, which was rather awkward.

Once, the wolf king Lemanrus mastered High Gothic in just five days, and Hades wanted to see how long it would take him to learn a new language.

But looking at the book filled with densely packed words, Hades sighed silently.

I'm dreaming back to my English class!

Go to sleep!

Cough cough, no.

Interestingly, while Barbalus is grammatically similar to Low Gothic, it uses voiceless consonants with unusually high frequency in its vocabulary and sentence structure.

The Barbarians even created many voiceless consonants for their own use.

Generally speaking, too many voiceless consonants in a language can make a sentence sound somewhat unclear and weaken the overall tone.

This makes Barbalus very difficult for outsiders to learn. To speakers of other languages, Barbalus is like a small, fast-flowing stream, so quick and light that it is difficult to understand.

But when asked why the ancestors of Barbaros chose this language, Hades thought it might be because, in terms of pronunciation, voiceless consonants would minimize the frequency of inhalation while exhaling the airflow from the mouth.

On the gas-filled Barbarossa, reducing the frequency of breathing is certainly a wise choice.

It's unclear whether this Barbalus language was a spontaneous choice by the Barbalus ancestors or an unintentional creation.

*Useless knowledge has increased!

Day 1 of new training

I ate porridge at the cafeteria during my free time.

The next day

Go help out with the technical officer, and use your spare time to eat porridge.

Day Three

Eat porridge.

Fourth day

I helped out, and then went to the cafeteria.

The fifth day

Eat porridge.

The sixth day

Hades, Hades, you can't leave it like that. After you've done your job, go check out the Duel Cage.

The seventh day

Eat porridge.

The Endurance, an unnamed training room.

just now.

.

Hugo stood expressionless on the training platform, the bright lights shining directly on it.

The door was gently pushed open, and the newcomer moved nimbly and silently to stand before Ugo.

"Nobody noticed you, right?"

Ugo said in High Gothic.

You should believe me.

The newcomer—no, it was Callastiphon, he said in his somewhat broken High Gothic.

Ugo looked at the Barbarus people opposite him. Although he disliked these new outsiders, he had to admit that the future command of the legion would fall into their hands.

Ugo's plan was simple.

If the Deathguards' think tank is to be maintained, new people, namely the Barbarosians, must be brought in.

However, you can't choose those who are too reckless or have low psychic talent, otherwise their secrets will be exposed if their psychic abilities go out of control during training.

Yes, the meeting between Ugo and Kalastiphon was to cultivate Kalastiphon's psychic talents, thereby preparing him for entry into the think tank.

Karastiphon is the best candidate for Ugo right now. He has good psychic talent and is very calm. Compared to those arrogant Barbarus, Karastiphon has also taught himself High Gothic and has an excellent attitude.

More importantly, Ugo knew that Karas's relationship with Mortarian was not ordinary.

If we can use Kalastiphon to change Mottarian's view of think tanks.

Looking at the calm-faced Ugo, Karastiphon also had his own considerations.

Although Mortalian loathed psionic power, Calathiphon, who possessed it, knew that this power could not be banned forever.

You need to understand it, utilize it, and put reasonable reins on it, rather than simply banning it.

Even without learning psionic abilities, Karastifon knew that he could still climb to a high position in the Legion through his own abilities and his relationship with Mortarion.

But Carrastión felt that wasn't enough.

He remembered that figure climbing towards the mountaintop.

Not enough, Typhon thought.

Happy reading! (ω)

P.S., thank you so much to the author White Sanctuary for recommending this terrible book!

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Chapter 52 The Archives and the Historians

Perseverance, Third Archives.

just now.

.

The already sparsely populated Third Archives was even more deserted today. A few servants in simple gray-green robes quietly moved between the bookshelves, arranging books, taking them out, copying them, the soft rustling of the wool pen tip gliding across the paper filling the air.

The third archives room did not fully maintain the minimalist style that the entire Endurance ship had always been. Although gray and green were the main colors here, some simple, even somewhat rudimentary, lights extended from the walls, providing the only light source in the archives room.

It was so dim that an extra slender, small desk lamp was placed on each table in the third archive room, which readers would turn on when they sat down if needed.

A huge, exquisite, and even exaggerated mural appears and disappears in the dim light. The artists have devoted their efforts to sculpting the emperor's noble splendor. Idealism, which has been idealized and symbolized, is displayed in this mural.

This is a mural depicting the scene of the emperor's first encounter with Mortarion.

An ominous gray-green mist seeped in from all sides of the painting, but was futilely and powerlessly driven away by the gold threads surrounding the emperor's portrait.

The emperor in the picture is not wearing his golden armor, but only the simplest white robe, with bright green leaves holding the white robe in place, making him look holy and noble.

The emperor lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with pity, compassion, and joy.

He held his dying offspring in his arms; Mortarian was covered in a dark, decaying gray, his tattered gray robe resembling a skeleton.

This is a dying grim reaper; anyone who sees him will feel a deep sense of unease and panic.

But the emperor in the picture is not; he is holding Mortarion, having saved his lost offspring.

Praise the emperor.

Hmm. Mortarian would definitely not be happy to see this.

Hades stood beside the painting, and every time he came to the Third Archives to borrow or return books, he would pause for a while in front of it.

This painting is so exquisite. The contrast between the Emperor and Mortarion is striking. The dark and oppressive environment contrasts sharply with the Emperor, who shines with the light of redemption. The dim lighting in the Third Archives adds to its mystery.

Hades marveled. This was a mural that, once seen, would inspire people to praise the emperor. Mortal artists had indeed sculpted the emperor's glory in the Great Expedition.

However, Mortarion would definitely be unhappy.

Hades shuddered silently. He didn't know if Mortarian had ever seen the painting, and if he had, he wondered what it would look like.

However, it's quite possible that Mortarion has already seen the painting, but he can't very well point to it and say to the Death Guards surrounding him, "I don't like it, paint another one."

Instead, it's highly likely that someone will be in a state of impotent rage for a while afterward.