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

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The Deathguard's Foundry is perhaps the least changed place since the Primarch's return. Simple geometric shapes are arranged in an orderly fashion, without any chaos or discord. Tools and blueprints are neatly organized, and every exposed cable is carefully laid out and marked with binary patterns that only Deathguard technical sergeants can understand.

On the gray-white walls, the dark red Twilight Raider banners that were originally there have been removed and replaced with gray-green Death Guard banners.

The roar of the assembly line echoed intermittently in the foundry. Machine servants, dressed in simple red cloaks, moved silently among the massive machines, the skull and gear emblems of the Cult of Mechanics on their cloaks swaying up and down with their movements.

In a corner of the massive foundry, Alberto, a technical sergeant clad in MK2 armor, was sorting out and verifying the supply of ceramic steel for the latest batch of MK3 power armor.

According to his superior and mentor Enrique, the newly returned Primarchs prefer heavy infantry warfare, and the Legion's demand for the MK3 power armor may increase in the future.

Compared to the standard Mk2 Expeditionary Power Armor from the Great Crusade era, the Mk3 Steel Armor sacrificed some flexibility and concealment in exchange for increased defensive strength; the thick sloping plates on its helmet could even cause bullets to bounce off the target.

The MK3 Steel Power Armor is used by all legions, but only in a small number of them; the MK2 Expeditionary Armor remains the mainstay of the legions.

When the Legion uses the MK3 power armor on a large scale, it usually results in a high-casualty meat grinder. This type of armor is not suitable for assaults and surprise attacks; it was created for aggressive pushes on the front lines.

Alberto sighed silently to himself. The Forge and Logistics Department were probably the first to sense the future trajectory of the entire legion.

While most of the soldiers were still engaged in their daily training, the technical sergeants in the foundry had already begun preparing equipment for future wars.

Diagonally in front of Alberto's workbench, there was another workbench set up temporarily, where Hades was sitting, holding an empty quill pen in his hand, occasionally making a few gestures in the air.

Although Hades was called in to help, the recruit, who hadn't received any training, couldn't be of much help. He was even less useful and convenient than a machine servant who had the operating manual memorized.

But Enrique didn't actually ask Hades to come and help.

On their way back that day, Enrique sent Alberto a binary ray.

"Alberto, I'm entrusting the training of this new recruit to you."

"We must make sure this recruit becomes interested in mechanical forging; we're not the only ones who want him."

Alberto felt a moment of confusion.

But he wouldn't question it; he just needed to complete the teacher's assignment.

"Yes."

However, it's obvious that even his teachers make mistakes, so Alberto doesn't need to teach Hades at all.

The moment he led Hades through the foundry, Alberto felt the recruit's happiness was overflowing.

Did he really need to teach him? Did he really need to spark Hades' interest in mechanics?

Please, Alberto has never seen a recruit so obsessed with mechanics.

If the technical sergeants he had previously led were as obsessed as Hades, things would have been much easier for him.

So Alberto, who was already busy, happily gave the recruit some unimportant blueprints and sent him off to cool off.

Hades's version of events is...

"The Legion is currently overwhelmed with equipment manufacturing tasks, and there is not enough time to classify some low-level blueprints found from other worlds. You can classify them according to their uses."

In reality, these low-level drawings were usually burned directly, and most of them contained strange everyday designs.

The previous grading system had already ensured that these low-grade waste papers contained no important technology or content.

But Hades, who was in front of him, was clearly enjoying the show.

Hades held the quill pen, restraining himself from unconsciously twirling it. The blueprint in front of him appeared to be for a small household appliance.

The drawing was covered with dense Gothic lettering, and a square box the size of two stacked bomb guns was drawn in the very center.

Some key numbers were encrypted in octal. Hades' left eye flashed red. It wasn't a difficult encryption. By substituting some standard readings and working backward, he quickly deciphered it.

Hades stared at the blueprints in front of him. The two standard square slots could precisely control the heat and time within a set range, automatically change the orientation of the contents, and automatically stop running and warn the user in extreme situations.

So this is a—

Toaster!

It's the kind that lets users decide what pattern to print on the bread slices.

The aroma of fermented wheat wafted faintly from the toasted bread to Hades' nose.

He is hungry.

Okay, I've decided to go to the cafeteria later! I'll check out the Duel Cage tomorrow when I have more time.

Hades calmed down, took out the next blueprint, and continued studying.

Time always flies. When Alberto reminded Hades that it was time, Hades nodded to Alberto and put the blueprints in his hand into the "furniture" category.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Alberto nodded to Hades, who returned the nod, and then left the foundry.

Hades knew that showing him these things probably wouldn't be of much use.

Hades's plan was that he had damaged the combat servo, and although the responsibility wasn't entirely his, it was necessary to make an example of him to prevent similar situations from happening again. So the master founder a reason to give him some "punishment".

In reality, since Hades wasn't entirely responsible, there was no punishment; it was probably just for show.

The foundry was a separate department, and no one would check whether Hades was truly "accepting his due punishment."

So, we should thank Master Foundry Enrique and Sergeant Alberto for giving them a break!

It was completely illogical, but in Hades's eyes, who lacked information, it was self-consistent.

Hades is thinking about whether he could apply for a technical sergeant position in the future.

Hades easily found his familiar seat and sat down. His familiar servant brought him his familiar porridge, which had a familiar aroma.

Alberto let Hades leave early today; there are still about forty minutes left.

He can eat ten bowls!

However, just as Hades picked up the spoon and began scooping the porridge—

A burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the empty cafeteria.

"Senior Hades!"

"You'd better go to the Duel Cage right now!!"

Vox looked tense and anxious, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

Hades's spoon, which was scooping up the porridge, stopped in mid-air.

what?

Also, shouldn't you not address me like that?

Happy reading! (ω)

Chapter 55: The Prelude to the Duel Cage!

Perseverance, Duel Cage.

Half an hour ago.

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In the spacious hall, three dueling cages stood side by side.

Unlike the usual left and right divisions, the crowd was haphazardly packed under the dueling cage in the middle, yet there was no sound except for a few scattered footsteps.

In the center of the crowd, the two are facing off.

The person on the right has a pale complexion and an unnatural skin texture, as if it has been corroded by poisonous gas for many years. The person on the left, on the other hand, has a fierce look, with huge scars gnawing at his exposed skin.

"Old man, you know you're going to be phased out, and you're still so arrogant?"

[Those chicks who can't even speak Gothic should just stay on your poor little planet.]

Although they couldn't understand each other's language, they both realized from the other's expression and tone that the other was cursing them.

Meanwhile, those in the crowd who understood the other person's language to some extent began to stir.

"That old bastard is insulting Barbaross! Joze, beat him up!!"

[Collina, those brats are tarnishing the Legion's honor!]

The initial conflict had long been overlooked by the indignant crowd, and the Terrans appeared more restrained compared to the Barbarosians.

However, among the Terrans, several veterans in the crowd showed murderous intent, but were quietly reminded by the people standing next to them.

The undercurrents within the legion, the hidden currents beneath the glacier, finally burst forth at this moment—

The Barbarus had long been fed up with the so-called Terra rules, and some ill-intentioned veterans deliberately sabotaged their training.

The Terrans looked down on these arrogant Barbarus recruits, having never seen any Star Wars kids swaggering around like that.

But what remained buried deep in the veteran's heart was that he still couldn't swallow his anger!

Beat them up!

This is the shared sentiment of both sides at this moment.

Even though some Barbarusians thought it was too extreme, and some Terrans thought it was detrimental to the Legion's future, the atmosphere was already tense, and no one could stop it.

The trained soldiers all know that military orders are absolute, and a legion cannot openly engage in direct conflict or fighting.

Barbaros' Joze was the first to flip and leap onto the tall dueling cage beside him. He stood on it, looking at Collina with disdain.

Tsk.

Collina jumped directly onto the dueling platform.

It's a bit boring for an old soldier to fight new recruits, but he has to teach these arrogant guys a lesson.

As the two jumped onto the dueling platform, the crowd naturally dispersed. Whistles and cheers rang out from the Barbarus crowd, but the Terrans watched with their arms crossed.

These Terra veterans knew that these new recruits had no chance against them; they were just overconfident fools.

But if it can get these guys to show some respect, then this duel with no suspense will still have some meaning.

Both sides had their own thoughts as they gazed at the figures on the stage.

[Death Guard Duel Cage Rules]

1. Pick up your weapon and fight until the enemy is incapacitated or surrenders.

2. The act must not result in death or disability. If such an event occurs, onlookers may go on stage to stop it. Violators will be dealt with in accordance with Article 36 of the Beta Level.

3. Armor is not permitted.

4. All weapons provided in the Duel Cage are semi-sharp melee weapons.

Qiao Ze didn't even look at him, picked up the sickle from the weapon rack, and looked at the veteran opposite him with a provocative expression.

He's a regular in the Duel Cage; Joze, from the Barbalus Equatorial Region, is consistently among the top three winners in the Barbalus Duel Cage.

Can a new recruit beat a veteran?

joke!

Collina remained calm, but a murderous glint was visible in his eyes. He was not one of those moderates who only talked about thinking about the future. These recruits deserved a beating!

He reached out and picked up the greatsword from the weapon rack, holding it in both hands.

"Om-"

The bell rings, the duel begins!

Collina, in stark contrast to his previous defensive offensive tactics, launched a direct attack with his greatsword—

There's no need to use your best skills against these new recruits!

"throat!"

Qiao Ze raised his sickle to catch the blow, simultaneously rotating the sickle to dissipate the force and deflect the attack.

Collina, who was opposite him, seemed to be shaken off balance and stumbled.

good chance!

Joze immediately swung his scythe down, but unexpectedly, Collina, who had been unsteady just moments before, immediately regained his footing and slashed forward with his greatsword!

[Behave yourself, you little brat.]

Don't jump in just because you see an opening.

Collina's greatsword was firmly resting on Joze's waist; with just a little force, the blade would pierce through.