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

The first five of them were all fighting Hades with the mindset of "you were just pretending to be stupid."

But things took a subtle turn when Hades disarmed the Sixth Man with his bare hands.

When Hades defeated the tenth man, they already knew why the Death Guard's original body would go after Hades.

Even if Hades hadn't come to Mars, he could still have become the Legion Champion!

Aside from those sergeants still lamenting their Legion Primarchy in their hearts, some have begun to think.

Shadowmoon Wolf was among the first to recall Hades's previous learning progress, and it seems to be the fastest among them.

He learns quickly, possesses superb combat skills, extraordinary stamina, and has an exceptional relationship with his Primarch—

How can someone like that not show off their abilities?!

To be honest, in any legion, having just one outstanding achievement is enough to make one somewhat famous.

However.

The Shadowmoon Wolves silently watched Hades' departing figure. Apart from the still unconscious Wild Wolves, the other technical soldiers also watched Hades leave.

Who exactly is this person?

Those present have decided to include Hades as the most prominent Death Guardian they know of so far.

Some people are still lamenting about their Primarch.

It has to be said, comparing yourself to others is just plain frustrating.

Except for a few legions, everyone was originally a marginal figure in the legion. Now, suddenly a very powerful Death Guardian technical sergeant has emerged.

Some people have already decided to cultivate good relations, even though Hades had a good relationship with the technical sergeants before.

But some people will have to suffer on their own for a while.

The saddest? The saddest are definitely the Iron Warriors and their war dogs.

Hades skillfully opened the concentrated nutrient solution and poured the rather pungent-tasting liquid directly into his mouth.

"Are you coming again?"

He mumbled as the bitter liquid entered his stomach.

The Iron Hand opposite Hades, panting, shook his head. Hades blinked and let him leave the dueling cage.

He casually threw the bag away again, and the servant picked up the nutrient bag once more.

This medicine was originally meant to be diluted and drunk, or injected, but Hades developed a new way to drink it—

That means drinking it directly.

Hades didn't have the time or inclination to dilute the concentrated nutrients with water; please, he was extremely busy right now.

Since his last meeting with Mortarion and Macado, Hades realized that he could no longer waste time.

No, I can't keep slacking off!

He had to get back to the legion before the Battle of Galaspa and plan the next steps.

time does not wait.

This is the direct reason why he is so crazy now.

Hades began studying the technical sergeant course day and night. Although he was in a state of enlightenment when learning anything, he still couldn't resist the endless and tedious knowledge.

When Hades gets tired of studying, he'll just grab anyone and take them to the Duel Cage.

The good news is that everyone was eager to go to the Duel Cage to beat him up, but without exception, they all ended up being beaten down by Hades.

Some Ultra Warriors suggested that Hades fight them with specific weapons, using Hades as a sparring partner, and Hades readily agreed.

Of course, that time Hades just swung the greatsword like a club.

Seeing that the Ultramarines had started, the technical sergeants from other legions also joined in, proposing other duel rules.

Hades agreed to all of them.

But aside from practice sessions, they rarely saw Hades. Hades was usually engrossed in studying, using nutrient solutions instead of meals.

This is a stark contrast to his previous image of slacking off whenever possible, drifting along whenever he could, and gossiping whenever he wanted.

Other technical sergeants had complained about this privately, but ultimately they reached a consensus—

"If it were their own Primarch coming to them in person, they would be even more frantic than Hades right now!"

Besides studying and fighting, Hades also took some time to visit the Sage Kirkland a few times.

Kirkland Sage's laboratory was simply appalling.

Countless alien technologies were piled up in the room, some human bodies were twisted in the incubator, and eerie fluorescence flashed in the dark space.

Sage Kirkland stood in the center of the room, welcoming Hades' arrival.

The sage had long since lost his composure; his crimson robes hung down, and he disappeared into the darkness.

"Welcome, Lord Hades."

Hades was speechless. Who was it that wanted to use him as a research paper in the first place?

He selectively ignored the nutrient tanks filled with human bodies and chose to follow the sage to see the alien technology.

Hmm. Most of them are technologies from minor races. Hades glanced at them briefly and didn't find anything noteworthy.

It's nothing more than a product of unorthodox methods or petty thinking.

There's nothing of value worth exploring further.

But as they wandered around, Hades was drawn to some small, odds and ends that were clearly jewelry.

After obtaining the Sage Kirkland's permission, Hades picked up the small black ornaments, lost in thought.

No, these ornaments are just rough imitations, but the material... Hades felt he remembered something.

Those feelings, however, were fleeting.

Hades carefully lifted the small ornament, a black necklace carved with the image of a bare hand holding the sun, with some scriptures engraved on it.

This is not how it originally looked.

The race that produced it would not have sculpted it in this way.

Hades suddenly had this thought.

"Where did you get this?"

Hades looked at the Sage Kirkland.

“I made a deal with another sage who researches engines, and he left behind these trinkets that he was planning to destroy.”

"What, Lord Hades, do you mean..."

These were exchanged by the Sage Kirkland from another sage. The sage detected a faint anti-psychic energy field on these small ornaments and then exchanged them back.

In retrospect, this was probably an inherent characteristic of the black stone material; the rough workmanship showed no trace of technology whatsoever.

"Can you find out the specific origin of this accessory?"

The light in front of the Kirkland sage flickered on.

"It may be difficult, but I, as a sage, can do it too."

However, in reality, Hades waited several years before receiving news of the Sage Kirkland.

Hades then looked at the other inventions of the Sage Kirkland.

Among them, the portable psionic detector caught Hades' eye. Meanwhile, the Kirkland Sage was also developing a detector to identify untouchables, although the device was not very reliable at the moment.

Hades automatically ignored the Kirkland Sage's technology that attempted to clone the Untouchables.

Not feasible.

Knowledge whispered in Hades' ear.

Although the sage was still trying to draw a jar of Hades' blood, Hades sighed and finally agreed.

Maybe it will work out?

However, Hades still prefers inorganic technology.

After briefly browsing through the Kirkland Sage's technological collection, Hades told the Sage to mass-produce the portable psionic detector, which he planned to equip with the Death Guard.

I also took one of the Sage's Untouchable Detectors.

Hades successfully modified the detector and took it back; he almost got kowtowed to by the Sage Kirkland on the spot, but that's another story.

Finally, Hades, looking at the stammering Sage Kirkland, realized that there was no escaping this situation—

"Lord Hades, please use the Anti-Psionic Domain on me one more time?"

"Stop using weapons to transfer the fluid; my wet components and hardware can handle it."

"grown ups?"

Hades resignedly stretched out his hand.

Endurance.

The Primarch's return from Terra has stirred up some ripples in the previously stagnant Legion.

But these ripples quickly faded into the silence of the Death Guard.

Standing on the strategic analysis platform, Mortarian watched with satisfaction as the legion presented its training report.

The breathing mask hissed.

The Death Guards marched silently across the training ground, amidst the sounds of gunfire and scythes slicing through the air.

Whenever a casualty occurs, his comrades will tacitly fill the vacancy.

Yes, there is no appointment or dismissal of positions in the Deathguards. When the previous officer dies, a pre-selected person will immediately take over his position to avoid unnecessary consequences.

The preference for heavy infantry training also pleased Mortarian.

The Death Guard's think tank and the Undertaker's establishment are also underway. Although no new psionicists have joined, the think tank's behavior and special psionic supply have been adjusted.

Rather than offense, the Undertaker is more inclined to defense and to provide support to the main force against psionicists.

Mortarian, the commissar of the Deathguard and the gravedigger, didn't pay much attention to them.

He wasn't very optimistic about this newly established, strange branch of the military.

Most of the grave keepers were veterans whose identities were obscured and disguised, and who were dispersed into various companies.

After thinking for a moment, Motarian let Balasin and the others experiment on their own.

Although he specifically reminded Vox to come with them.

Mortarion is the Legion Commander, but that doesn't mean he's involved in any of the Legion's details.

Appropriate delegation of authority is his way of indulging them.

But let's hand it over to Hades in the future, since he was the one who proposed the creation of the tomb keeper.

Mortarian picked up the next document and thought to himself.

The Empire has commanded the Death Guard to participate in the Great Crusade, and the call to arms is about to sound.

In a distant star field, Galapagos is silently spinning, its enormous nest pointing straight to the heavens, where billions of slaves perish in groans.

Barbarossa.

[Not feasible.]

The biological sage stood beside a corrosive river, arguing with his colleagues.

[You can't purify it directly; that would destroy the entire ecosystem!]

[All we need to do is eradicate the native life forms and then regenerate the planet's soil and atmosphere to make it an agricultural planet, and that will be enough!]

[This is the Primarch's homeworld. You want to die?!]

[So what else would you like to change?]

[Everything here has completely adapted to this environment!]

Unbelievable, utterly unbelievable ecology.

Although they had seen many worlds corrupted by toxins, none had ever been as outrageous as Barbalus.