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

Previously on Barbarossa, due to his physique, he had never received such a warm welcome and respect.

However, heavy footsteps broke Barbaros's tacit understanding.

"Go back and rest, everyone!!!"

"Tomorrow, all new recruits will undergo high-intensity physical training!"

Blanca's roar echoed down the corridor.

In the long corridor, the door that had just been open slammed shut in an instant, and there was complete silence.

"Hmm." Hades looked across at the other side, where Blanca was walking angrily toward him.

amount.

However, Blanca rushed over, gave Hades a strong hug, and then let go.

"You little rascal, you still want to run away."

Blanca smiled broadly and continued on her way with Hades.

"You have no idea what you've done."

Although Blanca was not told the whole story, he knew that what had seemed like a rather difficult legion integration had now become much easier.

Hades deserves most of the credit for all of this.

Unexpectedly, the recruit who looked so timid at first turned out to be much stronger than he had imagined!

Despite having that fantasy, Blanca didn't care at all.

Before that fantasy even occurred, he probably already had no idea where he died in some obscure corner.

In fact, the original Blanca died in the Istvan V massacre, and he did not experience the Legion's corruption, so the illusion had a relatively small impact on him.

Unlike the overly anxious recruits, Blanca knew that the present moment was the most important thing.

After all, at least a quarter of the new recruits wouldn't survive the legion's first battle.

However, he will try his best to manage his team well.

There are plenty of old guys who want to die, it's not the recruits' turn yet.

But for now, let's send Hades away first.

Even if Blanca doesn't understand why Hades is so determined to go to Mars under these circumstances, wouldn't it be better for him to work here and climb into management?

They arrived at Hades' room. Blanca stood at the door, waiting for Hades to get ready.

Hades looked around his empty room; in truth, he had nothing to take.

Several changes of clothes, a sickle obituary, an incendiary gun, a hot melt gun, a flamethrower, a melee combat dagger with a wide health bar, and a Barbaros heavy machete.

In a sense, apart from the scythe obituary, everything else Hades has is standard equipment for the Death Guard.

Hades blinked and signaled his servants to come in and take the items away.

In the depths of the universe, the emblem of the Martian world is heavily imprinted on the massive ship, and the skull surrounded by gears eternally thirsts for all the truths of the world.

The engine roared, and the plasma tail flames slowly trailed behind, creating dazzling water ripples in the void.

Beside the massive transport ship, countless escort ships and cruisers turned nimbly like small fish, tiny flames igniting as they followed their mother.

However, even the massive Mars transport ship is but a tiny speck compared to the Glory Queen-class Endurance beside it.

The Death Guard's cruisers and battleships dispersed along their predetermined paths, making way for the Mechanicus fleet they had surrounded.

Hades pressed himself against the window of his room, looking out—

With its extremely pointed bow and sleek, streamlined design, that was the Fourth Knight.

The ship that looks heavy and slow overall, with its distinctive forked bow, is the End.

There's also My Departed Woman, Reaper's Scythe, and Depression.

The flagships of the Death Guards swept past the windows, turning into bright dots.

The Mars transport ship slowly accelerated, its engines propelling it forward. Soon, the fleet left the embrace of the Death Guard and entered the Mandeville point on the edge of the Barbaros system.

Here, the fleet will break through the barrier between reality and the subspace, and enter the pre-planned subspace route without affecting other celestial ladders in the galaxy.

The Geller position has been opened, and the magnificent yet disillusioning waves of the subspace are crashing against the boundaries of reality.

Next stop, the solar system, Mars.

Goodbye, Barbarossa.

Goodbye, Death Guard.

The Fourteenth Legion arc has ended! (≧▽≦)

Next up, the Mars chapter!

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By the way, "My Departed Lady" is my own translation; in other translations, it's rendered as "My Death Lady".

Its original English title is "My Death Lady".

Chapter 88 Mars

Pluto, painted in crimson and pale hues, is slowly rotating, with sporadic flashes of white light appearing above it from time to time—a sign that the planet's defense system is functioning well.

Six massive satellites, capable of transmitting and receiving signals, are slowly orbiting Pluto, with thousands of receiving lights flashing continuously. Each light indicates that a signal from a galaxy has been received.

Among the hundreds of millions of starlight lights, the most insignificant light lit up and was quickly received by the Star Court stationed on Pluto.

The travelers have returned home.

The stargate bloomed, opening a passage to the subspace. Psionic tides surged, and magnificent blue-purple waters rippled with rose-red light.

The small boats swam out of the sea first, and then the massive shape of the transport ship was revealed.

+05-97qe, welcome back to the Solar System.

Please follow the trajectory provided by the Star Language Court to Mars.

The small boats that flew off the huge transport ship were like fine sand dropped by a giant whale; the behemoth that was swallowing and spitting out thousands of goods would not care about these tiny things.

Crimson light flashed past the window, an endless expanse of red wasteland, where brownish-red sandstorms raged, churning up clouds of red dust. In the distance, there seemed to be some green, but it was too far away for Hades to see clearly.

Every now and then, tiny mechanical creatures dot the endless crimson. Compared to the sages who had arranged their cables with great order, they were like weeds on a wild land. They broke off exposed cables and had limbs that occasionally dripped liquid. What were they?

The small boats moved quickly, the scenery changed rapidly, and they were soon left behind.

A miracle built within an active volcano, a lava city swept by, followed by towering plateaus, fractured and twisted grabens, and deep canyons.

The silvery-white industrial behemoth devoured the crimson.

The black, filthy waste zone clung to the edge of the city, where, as previously seen, a few mechanical creatures moved about sporadically.

Factories, factories, all factories. Tiny tech bots climb the shells of these silver buildings, their ant-like tentacles touching and altering circuits.

The city's edge is filled with warehouses stockpiled with weapons, ammunition, and raw materials. The city's port is built here, where countless spaceships take off and land, densely packed, chaotic yet orderly, like a school of sardines migrating in the ocean.

A straight, golden avenue runs through the city, with trees trimmed into geometric shapes lining both sides, providing a meager shade for the ever-flowing crowds.

Titans appear from time to time; these aesthetically pleasing and violent machines serve as a warning to the crowd and proclaim the status of the city's masters.

Two or three obelisk-like buildings disrupted the city's gradual increase in height, arrogantly disdainful of the city, with a denser crowd of people kneeling at their feet.

That's a mechanical temple, a technological sanctuary, or a shrine to engine relics or something like that, where the faith that sustains the entire planet Mars gathers.

The pilgrimage ship prayed above it, golden prayers sung in binary hymns.

Praise be to the God of all machines!

Praise be to Om Messiah, the embodiment of truth, the fire that brings hope!

The singing gradually faded away, ignoring the fanatical believers, and the small boat sailed according to its predetermined course toward a detached building on the edge of the city.

Mars, a training base for technical sergeants.

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Hades swore this was the most bizarre mechanical sage he had ever seen.

Countless wires arched up a towering, curved back, two heads taller than Hades. Beneath a scarlet cashmere robe, geometric shapes bulged and arched and sank in rhythm.

Compared to its enormous body, it has two eerily long and thin main limbs that extend out with a silvery metallic sheen, but the ends of the limbs are anthropomorphized, with the humanoid hands holding the letter of recommendation that Hades had just handed him.

With just a glance, the sage raised his eyes, which shimmered with a faint blue light, and stared at Hades.

"Hello, Hades of Deathguard."

A piercing yet remarkably clear synthesized high-gothic electronic sound rang out.

"Praise be to Om Messiah. As an individual, I congratulate the Fourteenth Legion on the recapture of the Primarch."

The Primarch, the most intricate machine of the world created by the God of Machines in His manifestation, has been found once again. Gerjord felt that his remaining 12.7 percent of wetness began to secrete dopamine.

The Great Expedition will ultimately prevail, and truth will once again walk among them.

“You may call me the Sage of Jordan. My servant and I will be responsible for your training for at least thirty standard Terra years to come.”

"Trainee Technical Sergeant Hades, your biometric key has been entered into the base system. Currently, you can access rooms and knowledge at the Gamma level."

Gerjordian stared at Hades' left brain. If his electronic left brain could adapt to the Sigma-309 serial communication protocol, or its variant 309k protocol, then the technical sergeant's learning time could be reduced by at least twenty-three percent.

He should directly send the upcoming learning materials to this technical sergeant. Based on a preliminary examination of Hades' electronic left brain, it possesses anti-seepage and band attack properties; there's a 97% probability that Hades can directly receive information from Gerjord.

The wise man Jordan felt that his circuit's AND gate output was "0". Is the answer "no".

Binary information cannot be directly transmitted to technical sergeants who do not have the necessary permissions, nor can it be transmitted to sages who do not have the necessary permissions.

This action violates the agreement between the Legion and the Cult of Mechanics.

Based on previous analysis of the Legion Space Marines' behavior, Jordan determined that he should have inquired about the basic functions of Hades' left brain only after Hades had gained a preliminary understanding of the teachings of the God of Machines.

"Trainee Technical Sergeant Hades, you may choose to rest for the remainder of today's Martian day. The catalog of knowledge you will be learning next has been delivered to your rest room by your servant."

"As a technical sergeant, from tomorrow onwards, we will glimpse a corner of the greatness of the god of all machines and feel the pulse of truth."

"The first lesson is reverence and faith."

"Praise be to the God of all hosts, praise be to Om Messiah."

The mechanical sage's calm yet fanatical voice echoed in the room. Hades stared at the person opposite him, unsure whether to agree with him or remain silent.

Fortunately, the sage on the other side obviously wouldn't bother with a newbie like him. He chose to remain silent, and the servant opened the door, signaling Hades to leave.

An unnamed underground foundry.

"he came."

The binary code could not drown out the agonizing screams.

There's no need to mute it; the sage won't waste his precious time and energy here.

That liar, that liar!

The wise man will make him pay the price.

The marked prey walked right into the trap; this was a blessing from the god of machines!

The cruiser, which was originally scheduled to depart, was abruptly halted.

Whether it's war or deception, no one can escape his calculations.

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By the way, within the Cult of Mechanics, the sages' levels of faith in and understanding of the doctrines vary, and there is no definitive conclusion.

Furthermore, writing a mechanical textbook can involve a great deal of fabrication because the original system is too complex.

I would like to thank Bilibili user Belissarukaur for compiling the Mechanics textbook materials, which were of great help in writing this article.

There will be another bonus chapter tonight, but don't wait.

Chapter 89 Wolves and Dogs, You're the one who says I stink?

In the spacious public area, groups of two or three Space Marines were gathered together.

Hades entered the hall, instantly attracting the attention of many people. Some of these gazes were like blatant swords, while others were subtle probing.