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

The display screen beeped, one notification after another, the cabin's inspection chart for today was displayed, the foundry hall was applying for the use of ceramic steel from the next galaxy, a summary of the problems reported by each management, and three more Death Guard applications Meet Mortarion.

The light changes on Mortarion's power armor, the smooth armor reflecting a dazzling light, one notification after another.

The original body sat at his desk, silently checking and approving. On the Endurance, countless Death Guards were running around at their posts.

Mobilization and change always require a lot of manpower and energy.

In the empty and bright room, on the wall in the center facing the door, directly above the original body, is a linen flag hanging slowly, with fine stitching, a silent skeleton surrounded by spikes, and the death guard's emblem is quietly Look at them.

A time reminder pops up on the display, indicating that the next batch of approvals should begin.

Mortarion looked up. In the corner, Hades was hugging the war scythe without any image, curled up in the corner and sleeping soundly. His snoring directly broke the original silence of the room.

"Hades, wake up."

The snoring is still there.

Mortarion thought for a moment, then pulled out the pistol Stygian Lantern from his waist. The blue light of the alien technology began to accumulate power, and there was a buzzing sound. He pointed the gun at Hades.

"Um?!"

Hades, who had been snoring just now, instantly jumped up, holding a scythe.

Mortarion took back the lamp with satisfaction and pretended that nothing happened. At the same time, he looked away, pretending not to see the scythe's obituary stained with saliva.

"It's time for the next batch of approvals, Hades, wake up."

Realizing that Mortarion had just asked him to get up and work, Hades, who had just woken up, shrank instantly, put the scythe aside unsteadily, and stretched out his hand to wipe the hare.

His brain was a mess and he was groggy. Not even a Space Marine could endure it like this.

Since the conversation that day, Hades has started working at a high intensity. He would lie down for an hour every day and would be forced to get up and work overtime by the working group.

Emperor, Mortarion sleeps only ten minutes a day now. He really can't sleep!

That's why he just wants to be a soldier. It has no other meaning. It's easy to catch fish.

Hades felt like he was back to the hard days when he was just building a stronghold on Barbarus.

Alas, it's a pity that things are different and people are different.

Hades blinked forcefully again to wake himself up a bit, and then briefly glanced at the power armor and scythe obituary, good, no problem.

As if realizing Hades was ready, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Mortarion closed the display and the ticking stopped.

Hades stood at attention in the center of the room, holding up the obituary.

"Please come in."

Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded.

Hades quickly entered the state, put on a straight face, and acted as a qualified backdrop.

The door opened, and a soldier in regular combat uniform entered the room.

He stood at attention and performed the eagle salute.

Mortarion nodded and motioned for him to put it down.

"please."

Mortarion looked at Hades, who handed the scythe to the visitor and asked him to hold the scythe across his hands.

A slightly swaying white light, well, no problem.

"By the weapons given to you by the Emperor, you will say what is on your mind and you will not hide it."

Even though Mortarion believed there was nothing wrong with his offspring, Hades decided to conduct a screening.

After learning that Hades could channel the Dark Realm through the Scythe Obituary, Mortarion and Hades chose this method.

It just so happened that he could do so in the name of selecting a new unit.

In the Legion, it is still relatively common to swear by weapons given by the Emperor.

While Hades was still thinking hard about how to justify using his weapon to make the warriors swear an oath, Mortarion directly said to Barazin in an understatement,

"Swear with Hades's obituary. This is the first weapon given to the Death Guard by the Emperor after the Death Guard was founded."

Ha, can it be like this? !

Staring at the obituary in his hand, Hades fell into deep thought again. Well, it certainly seemed like that.

Why didn't he think of it?

The solemn silence in the room brought Hades back from his distraction. His work was completed. Hades silently walked to the corner and looked at Mortarion and the Barbarus warrior.

"Denier, what did you see?"

The warrior opposite him swayed and then spoke,

"I saw twisted flesh and pus"

"My eyes seemed to be covered with white mist, and I seemed to be lying on a pile of corpses."

"Then."

Denil hesitated.

Mortarion stared at him quietly,

As if he had made a lot of determination, Denil spoke,

"I saw you kneeling."

Mortarion did not move, and most of the warriors saw this scene.

"Is what you said true?"

The calm pressure of the original body dropped, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to become cold instantly.

Denil trembled for a moment, but immediately his eyes were firm again,

"I swear that's all I saw."

"good."

Mortarion raised his eyebrows, indicating that this interrogation-style interview was over.

Hades stepped forward, took the scythe, watched Denil leave, and then waited silently for the next comer.

"Is it almost done?"

Hades leaned over and looked at the display screen in front of Mortarion. During these five hours of interrogation, they also picked out several good candidates.

Moreover, to Hades's expectation, even after experiencing the previous fantasy, there were no traces of corrosion in the Death Guard.

Even Calastyphon was merely frightened.

"Um."

Mortarion was still pondering, where should he find the untouchables?