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

Endurance.

The fourth day of training.

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"Hello~"

In the empty canteen No. 4, the crisp sound of metal collision was particularly loud.

An empty bowl crashed onto the metal table.

Hades smiled a little sheepishly at Vox across from him, and then skillfully took the next bowl of white porridge from the servitor beside him.

It's not so much a bowl as it is a basin the size of a soup pot.

It was a white high-protein porridge that was as thick as slime, and on the surface, large black lumps were slowly sinking in as if in a swamp.

Hades took a spoon and stirred the white porridge casually, so that the black squares containing calcium and other metals were mixed evenly with the white porridge——

Then, let’s eat!

After Hades was beaten on the first day, he happily rushed from the infirmary to the cafeteria to eat, and then he saw that the only food available was this bowl of white porridge.

He picked up the spoon and picked up a little porridge, and the thick porridge even slowly pulled shreds from the spoon.

this.

White, sticky, high in protein.

Uh. Well. Ah.

Anyway, this is the only thing to eat! The Death Guards, who do not pay attention to the food aspect of life and culture, will indeed only choose this most standard and simple recipe.

Hades thought silently, eating food will not kill anyone. Besides, the food for a legion will put a lot of pressure on logistics.

Then he raised his spoon and licked a mouthful of white porridge as if he was dead -

So delicious!

Although there is only simple white porridge, a smell like wheat and boiled milk blooms on the tip of the tongue, with a hint of grain fragrance in the sweetness.

Hades's pupils narrowed, and he quickly scooped up a piece of black metal to taste.

Pupil earthquake!

It's actually fruity? ? ! !

The seemingly extremely hard metal block actually became as soft as a strawberry under the strong bite force of the Space Marines and the corrosive saliva, slowly deforming as the mouth squeezed it.

The sourness and astringency burst out in your mouth, but combined with the sweet and greasy white porridge, it mixed with a taste like fresh fruit!

Damn it! ! ! Hades felt like he could have his clothes exploded in public right now!

Not caring about anything else, Hades, who was already dizzy with hunger, immediately started his happy life of cooking.

To be fair, after a Space Marine's mouth has been modified, the sense of taste will generally become dull.

But this kind of white porridge is originally a kind of sweet and greasy food that can even make most people retching. Moreover, the metal pieces in it are actually extremely bitter.

But the food on Barbarus has a bitter taste, so Hades automatically filtered out the bitter taste.

Vox sat across from Hades, watching the other man eating porridge crazily with some speechlessness.

This is already the ninth bowl, right?

Obviously those big Death Guards usually only have five bowls of food.

Vox took another look at the huge figure opposite him. Hades was close to the current height of the Death Guard, but there was a vague feeling that he could grow taller.

Um.

When Hades finished his thirteenth bowl, he finally put down his slightly deformed spoon.

"Want to visit the duel cage?"

Vox looked at Hades, who had just finished eating.

It was already the third day that he met Hades. From Hades's mouth, Vox also learned that the other party, like himself, was sparring with the battle server.

And Hades's training ground was even crazier than his own.

Senior Hades will also take the initiative to extend the training time!

After the Death Guard's half-hour dinner time, there was an hour and a half of free time.

After learning that these two time periods were actually free time for individuals, Hades chose to combine the half-hour dinner time and the one-hour free time with the afternoon sparring training. Together.

Walkers, who had been following the prescribed schedule before, was also taken away by Hades and extended the training time with Hades.

Today, for some unknown reason, Hades, who had been immersed in sparring and unable to extricate himself, suddenly asked to eat in advance.

Woakes, who had been beaten dizzy in practice, readily agreed.

So now they have forty minutes left at their disposal.

Generally speaking, the soldiers in the legion only do the same things in their free time.

Most people will go to the training cage or the duel cage to continue fighting and practice. The former is personal practice, and the latter is a competition between soldiers in the legion.

Some Space Marines who like quiet will also choose to organize and clean their weapons and armor during this time, or go to the archives to read and study.

Hades-senpai probably hasn't been to the duel cage yet?

In the past, apart from going to the archives to learn High Gothic, Vox would spend time in the duel cage.

"okay."

Duel cage? I’ve never been there, but it’s worth a visit.

In the empty hall, a few fierce roars and excited cheers from others could be heard from time to time. Bright white light shone dazzlingly from the high platform, and the fighting figures swayed on the stage, with afterimages flying around.

Three high platforms of the same specifications are placed side by side in the hall. They are duel cages similar to large wrestling stages. Under the stage, there are rows of spectator chairs.

Many fighters stood or sat around the duel cage, nervously watching every move of the people on the stage. When they hit the right spot, they all clapped and cheered.

However, the two sides of the seemingly lively hall are clearly distinct. One side of the hall is filled with Barbarus' swear words, while the other side of the hall is filled with low Gothic shouts.

The middle platform is like a dividing line, separating the two sides.

Hades raised his eyebrows, but was this scene really expected?

Seeing that Vox was naturally heading towards the Barbarus stage, Hades thought for a moment, then reversed his steps and walked towards the duel cage of the Terran veterans.

".Senior Hades?"

Vox called Hades softly.

Hades turned back, smiled, and motioned for Vox to go over there and take a look.

Vox was obviously startled, but quickly returned to normal, and without saying much, the two separated.

Hades walked to the duel stage where all the Terran veterans were coming. Seeing him approaching, these veterans seemed to ignore Hades and were still focused on the fight on the stage.

fine.

Hades thought, silently finding a seat and sitting down, and began to watch and analyze the fight on the stage.

Hades knew that his sparring had now reached a deadlock.

He had been passively beaten for the past three days and was still adapting to this newly transformed body.

But after that, Hades felt that even if he was almost adjusted, he would not be able to perform to his best level.

The reason is that Hades' previous playing style was simply not suitable for the potential and abilities of this body.

His sword was too stingy, his positioning was too cautious, his chopping movements were still trying to be clever in order to gain strength, and his defensive posture was still too cautious and he wanted reassurance.

But Hades is no longer the physique that kills the enemy by slashing at his vitals.

The strong body can withstand violent attacks, and the strengthened protection of the vital points can be used to exploit the opponent's weaknesses.

So Hades now urgently needs to see how others - people with this kind of physique like him who have been fighting all year round, fight.

On Barbarus's side, the fighting style is probably the same as before, and the new fighting style has been combined to change, while on the Terran side, for the current Hades, it is a real high-quality battle.

Every set, every move, every action is worthy of his analysis and study!

Hades, who was ignored by no one, sat in a dark corner under the stage, his left eye flashing red.

Endurance, a hidden conference room.

at the same time.

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The commander of the first company, Barasin, looked at Fernando opposite with a complicated expression.

Fernando - now the chief think tank of the Death Guard.

"If you have any objections, I can help you apply for a meeting proposal from the legion commander."

The old think tank looked at Barasin with his deep eyes,

"Thank you for your kindness, Barazin."

"But I know that the Primarch Mortarion made the right decision."

this.

Barasin was still a little in disbelief.

Since the return of the Primarch Mortarion, the original Twilight Raiders' think tank has been treated coldly.

The Primarch made it clear that there was no need for "witchcraft" in the Death Guard.

Existing think tanks will not be allowed to expand further, nor will they occupy an important position on future battlefields.

When the last think tank dies, the Death Guard will deactivate the think tank as a special unit.

Although Barasin hoped that the process of the original body taking over the army would be as smooth as possible, he knew the importance of the think tank to a legion. After trying to persuade the original body to no avail, he came to find the current chief think tank, Fernando——

Not only is he asking for help, but he also hopes that the old think tank will not be dissatisfied with the original body because of this.

However, Fernando's reaction was far beyond Barasin's imagination.

".Why?"

Why is it that as the chief think tank, not only is he not disgusted with this behavior of the original body, but he even supports it?

Fernando closed his eyes;

"The original body's decision is correct, and the entire Think Tank has no doubts about this."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened! A man with power armor decorated with spells looked at Fernando angrily.

"Why did you betray us?! Betrayed the entire think tank?!"

"Back off!"

Barasin, who looked tired just now, suddenly shouted loudly, and Ugo who broke in was instantly silenced.

Fernando opened his eyes and a calm voice sounded,

"You have no right to question me, Ugo."

"Go to Torres to collect the penalty."

Ugo's face was full of dissatisfaction and anger, but the psychic pressure quietly released by the chief think tank made him reluctantly close the door and leave.

Before leaving, both people in the room heard a muffled low-gothic curse word.

"It made you laugh."

Balazin turned his head and looked at Fernando again, his face full of exhaustion and apology.

"I expected this reaction."

He smiled,

"But I wasn't expecting your reaction."

Fernando also smiled tiredly, yes, why.

He thought of that day, the twisted and floating flesh on the space hulk.

I took a day off yesterday. Today I will post a 3k article. Happy reading.

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