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

Hades stood silently beside the workbench of the master foundry Enrique, watching Enrique write a letter of recommendation.

On the thick parchment, the black ciphertext was densely packed. From a preliminary glance, Hades concluded that it was a binary encryption that used at least three keys.

Enrique was completely absorbed in writing the letter, his hand holding the wool pen trembling incessantly. This was a script that required extremely high precision. Moreover, in a field of light unseen by others, a hidden laser dot on Enrique's arm was simultaneously engraving ciphertext.

This is a caution unique to the Mechanicus.

Each technical sergeant recommended by the Legion to go to Mars will receive a unique letter of recommendation. This letter will be fully engraved with the technical sergeant's genetic code and the Martian runes of the master forger who recommended him.

The Mechanicus grants different keys and letter-writing skills to different Legions. At the same time, the unique letter-writing method ensures that only the Legion's master craftsmen can write letters.

This is done simply to ensure that no one impersonates another.

As Enrique wrote, he thought, even after so many twists and turns, Hades is still not one of our foundry!

What about Galo, what about Balasin? In the end, it was Enrique who got the bargain!

Despite some unpleasant events that have occurred recently, the members of the Foundry remain calm as rational technical sergeants.

The technical sergeants, who had long been educated by the Martian religion, were surprisingly tolerant of concepts like "gods."

Moreover, they had been negotiating with the mechanical sages, and their recovery was surprisingly quick afterward.

However, the demand for promethium fuel and incendiary weapons has increased significantly.

After this incident, the other company commanders completely forgot about the recruitment by the Foundry. As a result, when the Mars transport ship was about to leave, only Hades took the initiative to come and sign up.

See that? This is the manifestation of Om Messiah! The person their foundry most wanted has arrived!

As if to prevent Hades from regretting his decision and running away, Enrique's pen wrote faster and faster—so fast that even in the Space Marines' enhanced vision, it was already blurring out afterimages.

Hades watched Enrique write, silently categorizing his important memories and storing them in his left brain, then locking them away.

Then—he saw it, the eerie mechanical sage walking silently down the corridor.

"That... master foundry?"

"Ok?"

As Enrique wrote, he asked Hades in a cheerful mood what was wrong.

"Once, I encountered a mechanical sage on a small path on the left side of the fourth floor of the Endurance."

He walked alone on the path, with no servants around.

Enrique's mind was still preoccupied with the encrypted message, so he spoke offhand.

"You're mistaken. The sage will be surrounded by quite a few people; at least a legion of technical sergeants will be with him."

Hades blinked, then emphasized and said seriously,

"I'm sure I didn't see wrong. It was a lone mechanical sage who met me in the corridor and then left."

Enrique's hand, which was writing frantically, suddenly trembled, and he stopped writing instantly.

Damn it, the laser was wrong, I have to rewrite it.

But now is not the time to write a letter.

Enrique raised his head and stared intently at Hades.

Is what you said true?

"I swear that everything I say is based on what I have seen."

hiss.

The master foundry Enrique began to make wild deductions.

A lone mechanical sage?!

Impossible, impossible!

The technology on the Death Guard was all provided by Mars. Enrique and his team did not develop any other technologies themselves. Moreover, the original Twilight Raiders would report to Mars even if they captured alien technology in previous battles.

The technology of the Barbarus system was surveyed and evaluated by the Legion's technical sergeants and the Mechanicus.

For these mechanical sages who possess the latest technology, there is absolutely no need for the Death Guard to be noticed!

Moreover, how could a sage who had evaded the Forge's surveillance be exposed in front of a new recruit?!

It's highly unlikely.

Enrique's gaze shifted to Hades' left brain.

I heard that this recruit's left brain is a technology bestowed by the emperor.

Those insane mechanical sages wouldn't be thinking of that!

no! Absolutely not!

If you can't send people to Mars, then you can't send them back!

Mars is far more complex than just one aboard the Empire's double-headed eagle; Mars itself is a complex web of factions, with sages intertwined with one another.

Enrique was studying on Mars, which was actually a semi-closed learning environment provided by the imperialists on Mars.

But it's highly likely that some sages have their eyes on Hades.

Mars has its own sphere of influence. Rather than a superior-subordinate relationship, the relationship between Mars and the Empire is more like a cooperation. Mars has a lot of independent rights, and the Empire's power is already difficult to reach and manage, let alone a single legion!

Enrique stared at Hades for a long time before slowly speaking.

"Hades, was someone recommending you to go to Mars, or did you go voluntarily?"

Hades was startled by the question, but his excellent acting skills allowed him to feign ignorance and answer naturally.

"voluntary."

"What's wrong, Master Foundryman?"

Hades looked at Enrique curiously, and Enrique, as if his trachea was stuck, froze for a moment before speaking.

"Hades, you're the only one who applied to go to Mars this time. That's too few people, and it's inconvenient to process."

"Why don't you wait until the next time the legion sends a large number of soldiers to Mars?"

? !

Hades is stuck here. Brother, I went through many trials and tribulations to convince a bunch of people to let me leave, but I never expected to get stuck here with you?

No, it's good that Sister Silent is on the fleet while Hades can leave without worry. Otherwise, this opportunity will truly be gone forever.

Besides, this was a task given to him by Makado, so he had to go!

Hades then launched his offensive, his eyes filled with disbelief and a thirst for knowledge as he looked at Enrique.

"I'm very sorry, but I really want to leave this time, otherwise I probably won't have the chance again."

Enrique gritted his teeth inwardly. He hadn't encountered such a promising talent for studying mechanics in a long time, and he also knew that Barasin didn't want to let Hades go.

but

No, to date, there haven't been any cases of Space Marines going to Mars to learn about death. The worst they've done is join the Dreadnoughts. Hades probably wouldn't.

Furthermore, the Legion Commander has also gone to Terra. Will... something happen to him?

Enrique pondered intensely for a long time before finally slowly pulling a brand new sheet of paper from the table. Dark green patterns spread across the paper. Enrique took a deep breath and began to write again.

"Hades."

Enrique shouted,

"Ok?"

It cannot be said directly; some sages possess the technology to access people's memories.

"Once you get there, even though the factory is semi-open, try to avoid going into the wilderness."

"Ah."

Hades nodded, watching Enrique rewrite it.

"Also, the Death Guard only assigned you this time, so try to make contact with the technical sergeants from other legions as much as possible."

"I recommend you go find the Imperial Fist or the Steel Hand's technical sergeants. They usually receive some training in the Legion beforehand, and the Cult of Mechanics has a good relationship with them."

"Of course, there are also the Iron Warriors, but I don't recommend you look for them; they can be quite irritable at times."

"Salamanders are also excellent warriors; you can spend more time with them."

Salamanders. If Hades really met with misfortune, these kind yet somewhat stubborn warriors might step in and do something.

"The rest of the Dark Angels' technical sergeants are just here to make a show of things. Don't mess with them, just show them respect."

The Dark Angels possess technology that allowed them to break away from the Martian Mechanicus.

"And the space wolves, stay away from them."

Space executioners—the various legions are reluctant to engage with them.

"The rest, the Holy Blood Angels, War Dogs, and Ultramarines, are all disciplined and honorable warriors. You can interact with them. Although they are not particularly special in terms of technology, their legion culture is awe-inspiring."

The last noun written down was a binary name that had been encrypted five times.

"Hades."

He picked up the letter, slowly read it again, and then he sighed unconsciously.

"Hades, study hard. Although Mars is mysterious, don't wander around aimlessly."

"Mind your own business, stay with the soldiers from other legions, and don't be alone."

"If learning skills is too boring, you can spar with soldiers from other legions, but don't make things unpleasant."

Enrique took out a dark green and off-white envelope, folded the letter, and put it inside.

As the pale white wax composed of nanomachines slowly dripped onto the surface, Enrique picked up the stamp and imprinted the Death Guard's emblem.

He stared at the letter.

The previous letter still had a dark red and gray-white color scheme.

But none of that mattered anymore. Enrique looked at Hades, his eyes filled with a myriad of thoughts.

"Study hard and protect yourself."

"If there is any unforeseen circumstances, apply to return early."

Hades blinked. Why did this scene feel so familiar?

He even sensed a kind of benevolence in this burly master foundry.

Enrique gave Hades another long look.

"protect yourself."

"Remember."

Mortalian stood on the deck, his Primarch's tall, thin figure resembling a still, withered tree.

Somewhere in his soul, his children are calling to him.

They were reluctant to part with it.

But separation is necessary; they need to grow up.

He also needs to grow up.

Mortarian took a deep breath, his respirator humming, and then he stepped onto the black ship.

"salute!"

Uh... um... huh?

We're being watched!

Due to the reorganization, many Barbarosians moved into the seventh company area where Hades was located.

When he went back to retrieve his personal belongings, many people opened the door and stood to welcome him!

In the long corridor, all the new recruits' doors opened, and with a shout, everyone stood at attention and silently gave Hades a hawk salute as he passed by.

Respect the strong.

Um.

Hades appeared calm on the surface, continuing to walk forward without changing his pace, but in reality, his mind was in turmoil.