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

Chapter 219 211. In front of the pharmacy

It was eerily quiet here, with only the sound of the river flowing quietly in the distance, and the highly acidic liquid slapping on the shore, splashing little beads.

The woman was still sobbing softly. She was sitting on the ground, swaying, wiping away tears under the combined stimulation of fear and excitement.

Hades took a deep breath, squatted down, and looked at the woman as straightly as possible. The woman flinched and started, but did not move away after all.

"You said you wanted us to take you away."

Hades said calmly,

"Then what?"

The gray-haired woman stared blankly at Hades, which allowed Hades to see clearly her gray eyes, which were cloudy and clear, like glass beads mixed with impurities.

Hades looked at her silently, waiting for her answer. The woman seemed to realize that her silence for too long might annoy the adult, so she spoke hurriedly, but her voice was weak and trembling,

"Sir, I used to be an excavator, responsible for pulling out useful things from wastewater. I can."

The digger spoke quickly and quietly. She knew what the lord was going to do. He wanted her to prove her worth.

She had been a digger, always had been, and that was all she could do.

"Then you can do this here instead of following us."

Hades interrupted her.

"Do you know what this selection is about?"

"I know, sir, your legion is recruiting warriors. I don't mean to break your rules. I just want to see you. I'm not."

The digger started to get scared. She trembled and tried to explain her "violation" behavior. Hades sighed inwardly, he didn't mean it.

"actually,"

Hades spoke seriously,

"When the Death Guard comes here, in addition to recruiting space warriors, they are also recruiting mortal auxiliary troops."

The digger shuddered suddenly, and Hades felt her trembling become more and more severe. Her gray shaggy hair was like a clump of weeds struggling to take root in the strong wind.

"My lord. Thank you. My lord"

She took her hands away from her face. Calluses and corrosive scars covered her hands with abnormally swollen joints. The digger stared at her hands, a flash of fanaticism suddenly flashed in his gray eyes,

"Sir, I was the first one to pounce on Supervisor Fensi. I was the first one. You may not remember me, but I was the first one."

"I hit his disgusting head with a sharp stone and then tore his flesh with my nails."

This is how the same thing?

As if to answer Hades's doubts, Gallo's voice sounded in the private channel in time,

[The Legion Master did not hang all the managers. Lord Mortarion left a manager of the Knights behind, then gathered the people in the main nest together and released the manager in front of them. 】

Hades took a breath,

[Then... there will be a massacre. 】

[Yes, Commander. 】

Mortarion is using his simple ideas to give these people a meaning of resistance.

The silent crowd would first make way for the last criminal as he fled from the gallows of his companions, only to be set ablaze when the first tormentor sprang out to bite him.

Those people who are usually as weak as lambs will burst out with amazing anger. Everyone is tearing apart their "enemy" with their own hands, that aloof person, tearing him with his hands, biting him with his teeth, and spitting at him.

Hades could imagine the Lord of Death standing on the high platform, admiring this resistance with satisfaction.

The first thing Mortarion did in Garaspar, and so far the only thing, was to liberate them and teach them how to liberate them.

Hades blinked, and he looked at the digger. She was immersed in the memory of killing the manager with her own hands, and her eyes flashed with a light of fanatical conversion.

"We can take you."

"You will pick up a gun, struggle on the hellish battlefield on earth, be crushed to pieces by artillery shells, crushed into mud by tanks, and burned into a gaseous state by the high temperature of electric fusion."

"I do, my lord, I do, I'm already living in hell."

Hades was silent. In any case, he could not say that the war she might face would be a war of liberation, because he knew that was not the case.

"Sir, take me away, take me away, I no longer want to live here, 'liberate', I am willing to surrender to you and your army, my life is what you and your army give me."

What the diggers meant by ‘liberation’ was Barbarus.

Hades sighed,

"I can take you away, but I didn't make this decision. To liberate Garaspa, you have someone else to thank."

Mortarion, when we were trying to dissuade you from liberating Garaspar, was this the scene you were thinking about?

Are you really thinking about the people above?

War is sometimes very simple, just the stacking, analysis, and calculation of data. Both parties in the war try their best to obtain the opponent's data, hide and cover up their own data, and the person who is good at calculation will win the game; sometimes it is very difficult. Complex, those inexplicable emotions and thoughts are twisted and mixed together, roaring with every bullet fired.

Which one is the main one, Hades doesn't know.

The digger was stunned. She looked at Hades in confusion, as if a believer suddenly realized that he had worshiped the wrong god.

"Go, I'll take you to him."

After hearing what Hades said, the digger was overjoyed and nodded wildly like a chicken pecking at rice.

Hades stood up, [Pharmacist, treatment. 】

The first thing she needs is treatment. If these injuries are ignored, there is a high probability that this woman will die directly.

Hades stared at her broken leg that was beginning to fester and thought, because she knew she would definitely not be able to pass the selection, so did she choose to trade her injury for speed? After all, other contestants will definitely consider not allowing themselves to be disabled because of the "health" aspect.

While the pharmacist was treating the digger, the digger spoke timidly. She seemed to realize that although Hades sounded fierce, he was actually very talkative.

"My lord, please take me to see another adult. What do I need to pay attention to?"

Hades looked into the distance, and the figures of the second batch of selectors loomed at the edge of his sight.

".You don't need to pay attention to anything, you have already done a good job."

"May the Lord of Death appreciate your tenacity."

The trial selection went smoothly, and other selections were also carried out in sequence. However, the difference is that the rules have been changed. People who do not meet the [healthy age male] standard can still participate in the selection. These people will be incorporated into the mortal auxiliary army of the Death Guard. At the same time, The Death Guard promised these men higher military ranks and certain educational resources.

The administrators of Galaspar will also be chosen from among these men who form part of the mortal auxiliaries.

If you don't want to participate but still want to join the Mortal Auxiliary Army, you can also wait for the special recruitment later, but after being incorporated, you will be the most ordinary grassroots.

Hades has other things going on now, and this is most likely his selfish desire, but he still did it.

Before Mortarion came out, Hades took a deep breath, gave up the communication request, and started knocking on the door.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as smashing the door.

The Digger hid timidly behind Hades. Her left calf was replaced with a black metallic shiny prosthetic leg. She was obviously frightened by the silent and depressing environment on the Endurance.

Hades refused to admit that she was startled by her own knocking on the door.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

The door was suddenly opened, and Mortarion strode out with an unfriendly expression. There were light dark circles under the eyes of the original body. Hades was sure that he smelled the kind of smell that the villain wizard in the cartoon boiled until it was boiled. The stench came out.

Mortarion has been working in the potion room recently. After Mortarion developed several potions specifically for the environment of Galaspar, Hades decided not to delve into whether Mortarion was fishing.

Although with the ability of the original body, these medicines may not take long.

Mortarion did not allow Hades to enter the apothecary room. Hades was even listed at the top of the no-entry list. Mortarion's explanation for this was that he was afraid that Hades would enter his apothecary room and eat randomly.

Hades kept a kind smile on this, Mortarion, if you don't know how to explain, you don't have to explain.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

"You're not in charge of Garaspa's recruitment?"

Mortarion glanced at Hades indifferently and asked dissatisfiedly. Hades felt that he could no longer hold his nerve any longer. Please take a look at our identities before speaking.

But considering that Hades was now followed by a mortal woman, Hades decided to let Mortarion go this time.

"Recruitment is going well."

"I met a mortal and I thought you might need to meet her."

Mortarion frowned dissatisfiedly,

"Hades, I know you like to have whimsical ideas, and I understand that, but this is not an excuse for you to interrupt my work."

"If you're okay, I'll be happy to give you a little more work."

Hades kept a noble silence at this, turning sideways to reveal the digger behind him, and the gray-haired woman cowered like a scared little mouse under the gaze of the two giants.

Hades wisely took a few steps back to prevent his and Mortarion's bodies from creating a sense of oppression on the lady.

"Say what you want, lady, and the Lord of Death will understand you."

Hades added thoughtfully.

The digger trembled. Mortarion's sense of oppression might be too strong. This was a chilling atmosphere that would shudder even a Space Marine, let alone a mortal who was facing Mortarion directly.

She assumed a trembling posture, her knees half-bent, and she was struggling not to kneel.

".grown ups."

The Digger spoke, her voice was hoarse and her hands stretched forward in vain, as if trying to grab the corner of Mortarion's gray cloak, but in the end she couldn't grab anything.

Mortarion frowned and stared down at this mortal. What was she going to do?

If it's something boring, Mortarion is happy to give Hades some strength.

".Thank you for the liberation of Galaspa."

Hades saw clearly that after the digger said those words, Mortarion stood completely still, like a corpse that had been dried for a thousand years.

Unaware of Mortarion's change, the Digger lowered her head and sobbed,

"You liberated us, you destroyed the Knights, thank you, thank you."

"Before this, no one spoke for us. We were just insects they crushed to death. My friend was executed three days before you arrived because the toilet paper produced in the factory area where she was located was not soft enough."

"She died just like that because of what the Knights said. I wanted to go over and fight them desperately, but I couldn't. I couldn't."

"Lord, thank you for avenging us. You are the divine punishment sent by heaven. Thank you. I am willing to give everything for you."

"I can pick up a gun, and you can instruct me to kill anyone. I can become a rusty knife in your hands. Please take me in. I don't want to go back."

The digger wanted to kneel down. She wanted to kneel down devoutly and kiss the God's feet, but she was not allowed to kneel down, so she could only support herself tremblingly.

Mortarion looked down at the digger and was silent for a long time.

The bad memories of the past caught up with him, and he was accused of being naive, he was accused of being reckless, and he was accused of being cruel.

He may have been at fault, but they berated him to pieces.

Those guys who fight with abacus, those guys who are full of selfishness.

After experiencing so much, just when he was about to bury this memory in the corner of his memory, a witness who proved his original intention appeared.

Mortarion lowered his eyes and squatted down.

"Your name, mortal."

"The Order gave me a number."

"That number no longer exists. I don't want to hear it."

The gray-haired woman continued to sob. "The others call me Digger."

"Would you like to use that name?"

She trembled, but shook her head firmly.

"It doesn't deserve my service."

"It is not worth it," said Mortarion, "but you are, and so I call you Xineth, and I accept your allegiance."

Sinise started to cry. She covered her face and started to cry. After everything she had experienced, she was broken, but she could still start another life of her own.

Mortarion stared at Xineth in silence. Fainus and Vulkan's scoldings rang faintly in his ears. What on earth are you doing?

This is what I'm doing, Mortarion thought sardonically, but that was as far as he could go.

After the destruction comes another new beginning. The beginning of Garathpar has not yet truly come true, but Mortarion believes that it will eventually begin. The Death Guard has planted the seeds in Garaspar and it will sprout. of.

The Lord of Death received the message from Hades, and Mortarion spoke as gently as possible,

"Do you want to stay in Galaspa and build this place, or do you want to fight with the Legion?"

"I will follow you, my lord."

Mortarion shook his head, then nodded,

"I understand. I appoint you as the manager of the first company of the Death Guard Mortal Auxiliary Army. You need to grow up as soon as possible and bring death to the enemy."

“One day, you will bring liberation to others.”

"Until then, stay alive."

"Yes, my lord."

Mortarion stood up, the primarch's armor making a dull sound, which was particularly abrupt.

"You need to rest now, Sinise."

They watched in silence as the servitor led the lady to limp away. It wasn't until the two figures became a blurry dot in the corridor that Mortarion spoke again,

"Did I do something wrong? Did I do something right?"

Hades was unusually silent, and Mortarion realized that Hades had also fallen silent.

Hades spoke dullly,

"From her perspective, you did the right thing."

"If we want to make further changes, is there enough time?"

"At least we can keep a copy of the policies and plans and hand them over to the Adeptus Mechanicus and the administrators here."

enough.

The Lord of Death stared silently in the direction in which Sinise disappeared. She is a tough enough individual. Mortarion appreciates her tenacity, but she worships Mortarion as a god. Is this another kind of slavery? Mortarion didn't know.

But at least she knows the weight of resistance, and the next war will give her the truth. Under the rule of the ignorant people of the Knights, this kind of awareness is already rare, and he can't ask for anything else.

"I'm in a good mood now."

After a long moment, Mortarion said, "I am happy for these people who have voluntarily awakened."

"She proved that I'm not alone on this journey."

Hades does not comment on ideal stupidity and realistic selfishness.

"After leaving Barbarus, this may be the last dream."

Mortarion whispered, then he turned around and re-entered the potion room. At the same time, Hades threw a dried medicine dregs ball through the crack of the door.

"It's poisonous, but you can eat it, you won't die, and you can't waste it."

"This is the product you just interrupted and caused my failure."

Mortarion closed the door again, Hades sighed, and took a bite of the freshly boiled medicine residue.

Then he retched violently, vomiting - this was extremely poisonous.

Part of the dialogue between Mortarion and the Digger was taken directly from "The Pale King". Yes, that's how they talked in the original book, but Mortarion did not squat.

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The college entrance examination will be held tomorrow, and I wish all the college entrance examination students a good success.

The Almighty Demon King wishes you all the right luck.

The Blood God of the Skull Seat bestows on you the courage to move forward.

The loving father of the garden promises you a healthy and sound life.

The Lord of Desire rewards you for your diligent study.

Everyone who strives hard for their own future will receive the emperor's blessing. Even if the fate of mankind is ups and downs, individuals can still be their own swords, tearing through a corner of the dark sky, revealing the golden light.

Even if the hope is small, it is still burning. The struggle between individuals and reality has never left the era, whether it is 3k or 40k.

(I have a feeling. Just after the college entrance examination last year, two of my friends went to Hengzhong to repeat their studies. I hope they can pass the exam this year. It was too torturous. One of my friends lost more than 20 pounds in half a year. The pressure was too great.)