Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 128 120. Hades is also trying to rescue people today

The stench of corpses permeated the wasteland of Galasper, and the corpses near the hive had already piled up into a small hill.

A large hole was clearly visible on the bloated hive, and a few wisps of smoke floated out from time to time.

Mortarion watched his two brothers get off the shuttle in silence, and he slowly pursed his dry lips.

Originally, each Primarch returned and was led by the Primarch brother who brought them back one step to learn how to become a qualified legion commander and gradually integrate into the Empire.

Originally, Horus would lead Mortarion, but by chance, Mortarion's integration into the Empire was completed by Malcador.

And Mortarion did not have much contact with his so-called biological brothers.

But he still distinguished the two who came through Malcador's previous description of each gene Primarch.

The figure walking in front was shorter, wearing a distinctly different black steel armor, but this complex and delicate power armor did not cover his hands, but instead revealed his silver steel arms, and the metal looked tough enough to be perfect.

Mortarion caught this detail, and he must be Finus. According to Malcador, this was a person who was born in the world of death like him, and he pursued rationality and efficiency to the extreme.

This is good news, Mortarion thought.

Because in his previous understanding, Mortarion realized that he was not satisfied with all his brothers. In those obscure and vague descriptions, Mortarion decisively caught those brothers that he might not like.

For example, he had a brother who used psychic power, and most of his brothers' pursuit of glory and splendor puzzled him.

But now it was Finus who came, Mortarion thought, he hoped that his brother could judge the merits of the Death Guard fairly, after all, this would affect the Empire's positioning of the Death Guard in the future, and they might be summoned to those battlefields.

Behind his brother, Finus, a tall figure came silently.

He was quite burly, taller than Mortarion, and he looked wider than three unarmored Mortarions stacked together.

Apart from the Emperor, Mortarion had never seen anyone taller than him.

Mortarion felt himself tense for a moment, but he forced himself to relax and stared closely at the second person.

A question briefly popped up, why didn't the taller person walk in front?

This thought was quickly passed.

The emerald green armor carved like dragon scales, because of the cleverly carved angles, the brilliant light shone on his armor even in the dim day of Galasper.

The unique pure black skin, the fire burning in his eyes.

That must be Vulcan, Mortarion thought silently.

According to Malcador, Vulcan was a merciful Primarch.

Merciful? Would he understand the mercy of Mortarion's death? Would he evaluate the Death Guard mercifully?

Mortarion didn't know, he just stood there silently, waiting and welcoming the two brothers to come.

Beside him, the death shrouds also stood silently, but he knew that there was one person missing in this queue.

It felt bad to be evaluated by others, and Mortarion felt that he was getting irritated again, but the fact that he met two brothers who looked good for the first time weakened his uneasiness.

However, he knew later that he was wrong, very wrong.

They got closer and closer, and even Mortarion, who was as dull as he was, could quickly detect that the atmosphere was wrong.

The visitor was silent, and Mortarion even saw a trace of moisture in Vulcan's fiery eyes.

Mortarion's heart suddenly stagnated.

Doom, began.

"Hello, my brother, it's nice to meet you."

"Fenus Manus, Lord of Medusa, Legion Commander of the Iron Hands."

Fenus signaled his guards to withdraw, and at the same time extended his iron hand to Mortarion.

"Mortarion, Lord of Barbarus, Commander of the Death Guard."

"I am glad to see you too."

Mortarion muttered under the mask of his breathing mask.

His voice was hoarse and rough compared to his brother's firm and full voice.

They shook hands, and the other hand was strong and firm.

Then Mortarion slowly turned his eyes to Vulcan and extended his hand.

Vulcan seemed to smile reluctantly, but also took the hand Mortarion extended.

"Vulcan, Nocturne, Commander of the Salamanders."

The Lord of the Fire Dragon had a high body temperature, and even through the power armor, Mortarion could feel the burning sensation like lava.

They quickly let go of their hands.

"I looked at the data of the Death Guard in this battle."

Fenus in front of Mortarion took a deep breath, and his eyes stared at Mortarion, as if he was restraining something.

"But I still hope that you can introduce us to this battle of the Death Guard."

Mortarion blinked slowly. He felt something was wrong, but he decided to continue and introduce the victory of the Death Guard to his two brothers.

The Lord of Death turned sideways to let his brothers see the mountain of corpses more clearly.

Vulkan's figure shook.

"Those are the rulers of the tyranny of Galaspar, but they are all there now, every one of them."

"Tyrants oppress the people, regard the people as their real estate, and oppress the people from generation to generation."

"But now, the oppression is gone."

"The Death Guard uprooted the management system of the Galasper System, not even the smallest cell escaped."

"We dismantled Garaspa's regime in one day."

Having said this, Mortarion felt a little relieved. His Death Guard had not failed him, and he had not failed his Death Guard. He had uprooted the tyranny.

"Brother Mortarion, may I venture to ask a question?"

Vulcan's voice sounded,

?

Mortarion turned his head and looked at Vulkan in confusion, but the shadow of his hood obscured his eyes.

"Those... what are those people moving on the mountain of corpses?"

On top of the dense mountain of corpses, those ragged dots moved slowly.

At first, Vulkan thought they were locals who stripped the wealth and clothes from the corpses, but he stared at them for a long time and found that those people did not remove any jewelry.

"They're counting."

Mortarion's voice sounded lightly,

“The oppressed need to feel for themselves that oppression is gone, and they need to stand up for themselves.”

"so?"

Vulkan was confused.

"So I asked them to count the tyrant's corpses to make them realize that the heavy oppression was over."

Vulkan was completely choked up.

He couldn't understand, he couldn't understand, and he struggled to understand this brother. He heard that Mortarion came from a dim dead planet, so is this their custom there?

"Then did you ask these locals about their wishes?"

Vulkan asked the last question cautiously, but Mortarion's reaction broke him.

"?"

What's there to ask?

These ragged men were unable to realize Mortarion's ideas, and the Death Guard had so many things to do that he had no time to do them.

What, talk to a local? He might as well go to the infirmary and sit there for a while.

Vulkan collapsed completely, and the fire dragon spoke slowly but firmly,

"Brother, brother Mortarion, you cannot substitute one tyranny for another."

Mortarion paused.

Is Vulkan saying that the Death Guard is a tyranny?

They clearly brought liberation, and Mortarion even let those people see the tyrant being hanged.

tyranny?

He hasn't done anything yet, why blame him.

Suddenly, Mortarion realized that his brother was known for his kindness. He let out a silent breath.

That was too kind of him, Mortarion thought.

If Vulkan was in a death world like Barbarus, he wouldn't think so.

However, Fernus spoke. He first turned his head and looked at Vulkan comfortingly. Vulkan nodded, indicating that he was okay.

"So, bro, is this what you want us to see?"

"Let's not talk about words like tyranny. I think brothers like Guilliman may be interested in this, but I really don't pay much attention to these."

"I would say, if you know you're clearing out all the administrative staff in Garaspa, where are you going to find the people to replace them?"

Mortarion choked, and for a moment, he spoke slowly,

"The empire will send administrative agencies. They have already sent the tax department."

Feinus smiled slightly, but his frown did not relax.

"My brother, we do all have slightly different views on the empire's taxation, but I think you know that in a giant hive star field like the Galasper star field, the empire cannot send so many people in a short time. administration staff."

In fact, except for some major planets or the extreme star field, on most of the conquered planets, the empire only sent the tax department, and then symbolically inserted a few administrative departments, and left the rest to the natives of the original planet. Do it for you.

Mortarion was silent. He did not pay attention to the administration of the hive after this. He just knew that the factory here was no longer running.

But that's what happens in war, isn't it?

"The Death Guard can be run by locals."

"I hope this is a viable option."

Fainus spoke ruthlessly,

"But on this planet, where education is highly specialized, I don't think you can find a lot of administrative talent in the short term."

Mortarion remained silent. He quietly hid himself in the shadow of his hood, but he knew that he was not defeated.

"This is my first time doing this. No one told me that besides war and victory, the Legion has to worry about these mortal affairs."

"But the Death Guard's war performance has not been all that satisfactory either, my brother."

Faenus continued to pursue Mortarion, trying to tear him apart with words.

"The fleet suffered too many losses, and the Death Guard's damage ratio in this battle was astonishingly high even when compared to other battles."

The Death Guard lost more than 10,000 people in this battle, although most of them were new recruits who had just joined the legion.

Fainus looked at the gray brother before him with dissatisfaction. The poison gas and broken cloak covered most of his brother's body, making it impossible for him to see Mortarion's reaction.

Is this newly returned brother similar to Perturabo's attitude towards his legions and heirs?

No Primarch would approve of this attitude towards his offspring.

Mortarion in front of him moved, and poisonous gas floated into the air with his actions.

"These are necessary sacrifices to liberate this region."

He spoke hoarsely, and Faenus noticed that his brother's tone was too hoarse, like a pebble that had been etched in acid. But given their physiques, it stands to reason that it would be difficult to leave long-term permanent damage.

"Did you really liberate this place?"

Fernus spoke. He really didn't understand this brother's strange thinking and avoided the important and chose the light. But the data and reality were here.

Did he turn a blind eye to those huge sacrifices?

So far, based on Mortarion's behavior, Fainus has analyzed that Mortarion attaches great importance to some ideological "values".

But it is not the pursuit of glory in the ordinary sense. He deliberately chooses Galaspa in order to pursue glory.

After all, no matter which dimension this battle is measured from, it cannot be described as "glory."

Faenus knew that his best friend Fulgrim would pursue perfection and glory on the battlefield and win every war beautifully.

But he was ashamed to compare their previous battle to the battle of Galaspa.

A pointless battle.

Feinus thought.

Huge sacrifices and losses, conquering a galaxy that cannot immediately provide production capacity for the empire, and even the empire needs additional support here.

Items on both sides of the scale are not equal.

Why didn't his brother give up here and let the empire surround this star field, and wait until the empire needed this place before jointly attacking with other legions?

Before this evaluation, in order to comprehensively and comprehensively examine the results of his brother's battle, Fernus inquired about all data and information in detail.

Obviously, there are at least three pocket kingdoms suitable for the Death Guard to attack outside the star field not far away. Mortarion can complete the Death Guard's first battle speech on their main star with pleasant scenery.

"My brother, based on reality and post-war data evaluation, I think this battle is not suitable to be recorded in the history of the empire."

According to the custom of the empire, after a legionary battle, the victory will be recorded in the history books by historians and publicized throughout the empire.

Legions that win hard-fought battles and display superior results in battle are further rewarded, sometimes with direct rewards from the Emperor.

But not all battles are like this.

Those disgraceful battles, or those that suffered heavy legion losses and were not glorious, would be hidden in the snow and disappear in the vast history of the empire.

Obviously, such a battle, as the first battle of the Death Guard, a battle that left an impression on other legions, was not suitable for publicity.

Faenus was also thinking about Mortarion. After all, some of their other brothers were not so tolerant.

He looked at Mortarion, who had been standing silently without saying a word since just now, and the poisonous gas slowly dispersed.

"you--"

You cannot insult me ​​and my legion's victory. You just want to steal the victory of the Death Guard and measure this war by your so-called standards.

In war, the only criterion is victory or defeat. Don't use those cumbersome standards defined by you to limit and steal our victory.

Mortarion is familiar with the ugly faces of these people. When he was still weak enough, his adoptive father would always assign him various tasks. Whenever Mortarion completed them, it would make completely opposite judgments. standard.

Just like now.

They won, but they had to be judged by whether there were enough mortal officials after the war? !

Mortarion's vicious words to defend himself and the Death Guard's honor are about to be sprayed like poisonous gas——

Behind him, there was a sudden commotion in his death shroud.

In front of him, Feinus and Vulkan stared behind him with some doubts.

Mortarion stopped talking and looked back.

Hades, fully armed and wearing the Death Shroud Terminator Armor, stood in the queue. On his left shoulder was the Death Guard emblem, and on his right shoulder was the Mars Cult emblem.

Hades took a step forward slowly, feeling as tired as if he had just walked over a mountain.

He put his hands on his chest and performed an eagle salute.

"Sorry to disturb you, sir, the data you asked me to collect has been collected."

What data?

Although Mortarion was happy to see Hades awake, he was sorry for not being able to visit him.

But now these emotions, including the anger just now, are surrounded by inexplicable doubts.

Mortarion's face was full of confusion, but fortunately he was wearing a breathing mask, so Faenus and Vulkan did not see his confused expression.

However, Hades did not give Mortarion time to react and quickly continued.

Faenus and Vulkan saw that Mortarion was not angry or scolded the death shroud for interrupting their conversation, so they thought it was Mortarion's arrangement and said nothing more.

"The secondary survey report on the distribution and production capacity of the Galaspa Nest has been completed, and a preliminary assessment of the population structure and original division of labor has also been carried out."

"The mechanical sages have also analyzed this."

"The conclusion is that Galaspar is suitable as a recruitment planet for the Death Guard. Your previous doubts can be dispelled."

He never thought of using Garaspa as a recruiting planet——

"So that's it?"

However, Faenus's words interrupted Mortarion's doubts.

Fainus's eyes fell on Hades. He looked at the Mars Cult label on his shoulder armor, thoughtfully.

If it was sent to Mars when the Death Guard was first established, it shouldn't be able to get the Mars certification badge now, right?

But Feinus quickly focused on what Hades had just said.

If his weird brother wanted to use Galasper as a recruiting planet, then his behavior would be more explainable.

At least it's more reasonable than for "liberation".

After all, as a giant hive world, Galaspa also has resources that can produce weapons and ammunition in large quantities. It has a large population and rich resources.

Generally speaking, in this kind of world, the empire would not give up to the Legion because they were too wealthy.

But the difficulty of attacking this galaxy determines that the empire will not touch it.

Regardless of the blockade, insisting on attacking and capturing this system, the Death Guard, who suffered heavy losses, can apply to the empire for this system to be used as a recruitment system.

Could it be

Faenus glanced meaningfully at Mortarion,

Did he deliberately clear out all the administrative staff and make it more difficult for the imperial administrative agencies to accept it, so as to better take advantage of the resources here?

I didn’t expect such foresight.

Generally speaking, apart from Guilliman, few of the Primarchs who returned at the beginning started arranging the recruitment sources and supply areas of the Legion so early.

And Fainus also knew that his brother, Mortarion's home planet Barbarus, did not seem to be able to support a large population.

So what Mortarion did just now was to prevent them from seeing his intentions and report them to the imperial administrative agencies?

I see

No, Feinus thought, the Primarchs actually didn't like Imperial institutions very much.

"That's it. I understood it wrong, my brother."

Fernus said,

"We are all brothers, don't worry."

"Can I ask a few more questions about your intention to use Garaspa as a recruiting planet?"

Mortarion in front of him was silent.

Hades's voice sounded, as hoarse as Mortarion's, but sonorous and powerful.

"Sir, Lord Mortarion, who is busy with legion affairs, has entrusted this matter to me. Please let me answer your confusion."

"good."

Fernus was not the original one to be entangled in this, so he simply threw out some of his confusion about the structure of Galaspar and the composition of its star field.

To his delight, as expected of a technical sergeant, the other party answered his questions one by one with succinct summaries and rich data.

"good very good."

"It is a pleasure to meet such a distinguished Death Guard Techmarine, what is your name?"

"Death Guard, Hades."

Mortarion watched in silence as his two brothers boarded the shuttle in the distance. After a roar, the judge left.

It was Hades who had been answering the questions of Fernus and Vulcan just now.

Mortarion was confused at first, even a little annoyed, but he soon realized that the two brothers' attitude towards him had changed.

Especially Vulcan, when Hades "inadvertently" proposed to search and rescue children for the future education of the Death Guard, the search and rescue team had already set off, the originally dark Vulcan was simply glowing.

Obviously, except for using Galaspar as a recruitment planet, everything else has not changed. Why have they changed so much?

But anyway, Mortarion didn't care about having another recruiting planet, so he listened silently to Hades's answer.

Mortarion blinked and looked back at Hades who was standing.

Hades must have mastered some unexplained evaluation criteria and learned the rules of those games.

Will this be taught on Mars?

He was about to ask——

However, on the other side, Hades watched in confusion as his nose began to bleed. The huge amount of calculations and data input just now made his brain hot at the moment.

In my chest, my second heart felt like it was pumping out blood.

God knows what a shock it was for him to hear Mortarion going to meet Faenus and Vulkan just after he woke up.

He was even thinking about whether Vulkan would fight Mortarion.

Not caring so much, Hades hurried here based on his memories of other original bodies in his previous life.

Facing the pharmacist who came to dissuade him, Hades decisively threw himself on his back and ran away after learning that a few steps or a small fight would not allow him to enter fearlessness.

At the same time, he directly contacted Gallo, Vox, other previous company commanders, and Enrique, and asked them to send him all the data on Garaspa.

Hades also bluntly instructed Vox to help him investigate.

The good news is that Garaspa is a really good recruiting spot, and he managed to fool it.

Hades looked at Mortarion who still looked confused and even wanted to ask him.

Mortarion, you—

"boom!"

Hades, who could no longer hold on, fell to the ground.

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