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

In fact, besides the soldiers, the artists, poets, and historians who were responsible for recording and praising the legion's achievements were also an indispensable part of the Great Expedition.

And yet, these are the mortals, the mortals whom the Space Marines more or less look down upon, whose paintings can incite a Primarch to impotent rage for a while.

Gee tut.

After admiring the mural, Hades beckoned, and a servant cowered and obediently approached.

Hades handed the books he had borrowed last time to the servant: "Bedtime Stories for Noble Children," "101 Swear Words in Low Gothic," and "Gothic Language Learning, From Beginner to Grave Visit."

He waved, and the servant disappeared into the distance. Hades, on the other hand, knew the way well and headed straight for the area where he had borrowed books last time.

He's going to study today!

Hades looked up and down at the bookshelf, left and right, and then picked up a book titled "One Hundred Chapters of Terra Gossip".

The tables in the archives were all empty, so Hades randomly picked a table in the corner, sat down, and began to read.

The book was full of bizarre and hilarious anecdotes, with satire in High Gothic and jokes in Low Gothic. Hades quickly became completely engrossed in the book.

until--

A figure sat down opposite him.

A thin, hunched figure, a faded dark red cloak, layers of wrinkled clothes hidden beneath the cloak, the edges of the cloak frayed from washing, all clearly visible under the light of a small desk lamp.

"Hello."

The visitor spoke in broken Barbalus.

Hades stared at the old man in surprise; even by mortal standards, the man appeared rather short.

Hades responded to the other side in High Gothic.

[Hello, who are you?]

The old man smiled with a mixture of relief and slight fear.

"I am the historian who previously followed the Twilight Raiders, and now the historian of the Death Guard."

There is no word for "historian" in Barbalus.

[Are you a historian?]

The other party nodded.

Hades looked around; there was no one else there.

He remembered that since he arrived on the Endurance, he had never seen anyone like this old man. Every day he met Space Marines, servants, and ordinary crew members.

[Are you alone?]

"Yes, sir, it's just me."

"My comrades, those poets who pursued passion and romance. Unable to bear the dullness of the legion's integration period, they applied to go to the front lines to sing the praises of the Great Expedition."

Hades looked at the elderly historian opposite him.

Why don't you go?

A glimmer of light flashed in the old man's deep eyes.

“My comrades are getting a little impatient. The period of integration for a legion will be a crucial stage in laying the foundation for its future development.”

The old man looked at Hades, seemingly with a hidden meaning, but that feeling vanished in an instant, leaving only a hunched-over historian.

Hades raised an eyebrow. Was he trying to persuade Mortarian, or was it merely an old historian's reflection based on his own experience?

But the person opposite him was just a mortal historian, with no standing or reason whatsoever. Besides, he didn't elaborate either.

Or perhaps he said it on purpose to provoke Hades' opinion and get Hades to talk to him?

Hades thought he should talk to the historian some more.

Hades walked out of the third archives, holding the "Ursh Chronicle" that the historian had just recommended to him.

We practiced our High Gothic spoken English and chatted about the local customs and culture of Barbarossa. It was pretty good.

He might be overthinking it.

Hades thought of it.

Random thoughts:

After researching the topic of mechanical engineering, I discovered that the attitude of the 30k mechanical engineering community towards creation is like "Schrödinger's cat."

To put it simply, a sage's private inventions and creations are permitted; but if an outsider tries to modify a machine without authorization, sorry, you have violated the sacred law of complexity, and you are not permitted.

I will revise the previous text when I have time later.

And there's the latest plot development... uh.

The official author is driving a car at breakneck speed ahead, while the fanfiction writers are chasing after it, crying their eyes out.

Happy reading!

Chapter 53 Barasin

The first company's training hall, called "Perseverance".

just now.

.

This is the most spacious training hall on the entire Endurance. Empty gray metal walls stand silently in the distance, and the ceiling is frighteningly high, with lights shining directly down from above, bright and dazzling.

The entire hall was divided into different areas: a physical training area, a shooting area, and a combat area. Small squads of Space Marines moved among them, and from the observation deck on the second floor of the training hall, countless white-green streams were flowing in an orderly manner.

The crackling of the translator's electrical current rang out intermittently, along with the muffled thuds of heavy power armor hitting the ground, the sounds of horns, panting, swords slicing through the air, and the roar of bullets.

Lai Yin, a veteran of the First Company, felt a sense of pride and wanted to show it off, but his actions at that moment already revealed his pride.

Ley was leading his three-man team on their way to the training cage.

There were few people on this route. After all, it was a bit hasty to use training cages on new recruits. It's not that the new recruits couldn't beat the training cages, but it's not a good choice to rush into sparring before they've developed some combat skills and methods.

But the three-man team led by Leyen made unusually fast progress in their training.

As far as Lein knew, his squad members Karastifon, Haznil, and Morag were the elite of the resistance in Barbaros.

That is why they were assigned to the command of Raiyan, a veteran trusted by Balasin.

Both Leyen and Barasin were moderates who welcomed the Primarch's return.

Ley felt that his comrades were indeed somewhat stubborn. After all, the return of the Primarchs was inevitable. In the early stages, when the Primarchs of the various Legions had not yet returned, things were fine, but later on, armies without Primarchs would gradually have their resources and weapon supplies reduced.

There is no need to oppose the Primarch's return; the Primarch will lead the Legion to new glory and guide the warriors to gain the Emperor's favor.

The glory of the past is gone; the grand vision for the future is the dream!

With the belief that Primarch Mortalian could lead them to great achievements in the galaxy, Leyne took the new recruits quite seriously.

The three people he led were also very capable. Although they were a little uncomfortable at first and there were some minor disagreements, Laiyin was an experienced person. When he first joined the team, he also disliked the veterans.

Haznil was a tough nut to crack. When training started, his eyes were terrifyingly fierce. Only after Lein showed them his skills did the kid settle down a bit.

Morag was a lively young man, but quite honest. He followed Lein's training plan step by step, and even during free time, he asked Lein for his suggestions on where the new recruits should spend their leisure time.

As for Karastiphon Lein, he knew he was right; it was Balasin's real purpose in giving Lein and the other two men.

Relying on his veteran's intuition, Laiyin immediately realized that Typhon was a man of deep thoughts.

Barathin later approached him, implying that Typhon had previously held a high position in the Mortalian rebels and had a good relationship with their Primarch.

That's right.

After the Primarch returns, at least half of the Legion's high command will be replaced by people from the Primarch's own planet.

Every Primarch was like that; even Guilliman, known for his enlightenment, ultimately earned the title of Ultramariner of the honor of Macragge, not that of a veteran from Terra.

No one can stop the legion's advance. Rather than resisting the Primarch's return, it's better to build a good relationship with the future Barbarusian leadership before they establish a firm foothold.

Leyne knew, and Balasin knew, that Balasin's current position as the First Company Commander was something Primarch Mortarion disliked quite a bit.

Even though Barathim is currently the leader of the moderate faction of the Death Guardian Terran, and the one who most welcomes the Primarch's return.

On the day the Primarch was found, the Strategy Room was eerily dark, except for the blinding white light flashing on the screen in front of it.

Balasin stood in front of the screen, staring at the interwoven intelligence reports displayed on it.

Laiyin stood behind him.

"Laiyin, in the future, there are some things that you may need to worry about."

Laiyin looked at the backlit figure in front of him.

Ignoring Raiyan, Balasin continued talking to himself.

“I was prepared for this from the day Wise gave me the position.”

Lai Yin spoke, but his voice was hoarse beyond belief.

"Perhaps you should be more optimistic."

Balasin seemed to laugh at himself, then punched his chest.

“You know what? The moment they notified me, I felt a connection from the Primarch.”

"Our Primarch is a tough guy, and he will lead you to glory in the Great Crusade."

Balasin's voice also lowered.

"Don't worry, I'm one of the people who fought my way here with our Twilight Raiders. I'll take care of everything."

"But... there are some things I'm destined not to be able to do."

Silence filled the entire strategy room.

Without a word, Lai Yin stood at attention and saluted.

"Twilight Raider, Ley, mission accomplished! Commander Barasin, rest assured!"

Balasin remained motionless, rooted to the ground like a rock in the chief command seat of the strategy room.

Finally, a barely audible sigh rang out.

"For the Emperor."

The training cage arrived, and Leigh showed off the Mechanicus creations to the three recruits as if to show off: smooth, curved hemispherical fences, with the fighting machines lying quietly on the ceiling of the dueling cage.

Haznil had been eager to try for a while, and Lein didn't keep him in suspense, directly summoning the combat servo.

"Combat Exercise α-3, Medium Lethality."

Let's start with the toughest one, then we'll deal with this real challenge.

Veteran Lein watched with a smile as Haznil charged forward, estimating that the kid would only last three moves.

Of the three, Leigh thought Morag could barely beat the combat servo α-3.

Carrastifont should be able to take on a higher level of difficulty.

But Ley wasn't in a hurry. Although he knew he needed to maintain a good relationship with Typhon, some recent clues about Typhon made Ley realize that the guy was currently hiding something.

Typhon was a smart man, and he had long since accepted the favor that Ley had done for him, but Ley knew that such a smart man was unlikely to be on your side.

They will only seek what they want.

You can't show these kinds of people the greatest kindness from the start; you have to keep them hooked and make them feel that this kindness was won through their cleverness.

Only in this way will they cherish it.

Leyne narrowed his eyes at the tiny, fragmented things.

During training, my grip strength was slightly weakened, and my hands trembled involuntarily. Small scars, like those left by a Space Marine after healing, appeared in places where I would never get injured during training.

Unlike these carefree recruits, Leyen crossed his arms and smiled kindly as he watched Haznil in the training cage being blasted away by the combat servo.

Happy reading! (σ′▽‵)′▽‵)σ

Chapter 54 No shouts could be heard in the foundry.

The Perseverance Ship, Foundry.

just now.