Hades stood at the shuttle's boarding entrance, looking at the children who were undergoing onboard inspection.
They were allowed to bring one or two personal items of their own.
After two rounds of selection, more than two thousand people passed the trial.
The total number of applicants for this Death Guard recruitment is over 2.3 million.
In the second round of selection that just ended, most of the groups that passed the level were formed into small groups with a small number of people, and then relied on force to prevent robbery incidents.
Of course, there were also cases where people changed their minds midway. The children who had originally suppressed the robbery, driven by hunger, became robbers.
In these rooms, after confirming that no one came out to try to correct the situation, all of them were eliminated directly. There was no need to let them continue to endure the torture.
In a few rooms where violence rarely occurs, there will be people who voluntarily withdraw.
There were very few rooms, one or two, where no disputes ever occurred from beginning to end.
But in later stages, most of the rooms were replaced by chaos.
Failed.
Any child who actively fights for something, or who persuades others to fight for something, will be disqualified.
On the contrary, children who step forward to stop such behavior (standing by and actively choosing to take action) and who actively distribute their own food will be considered qualified even if they quit halfway.
Those children who failed would be given short-term memory erasure to make them forget the contents of the two screenings, and then they would be given a week's worth of food and allowed to go back.
"earth?"
Morag, who was inspecting the items, spoke, pulling Hades out of his thoughts.
Hades turned his gaze to the child. Ah, it was Antaeus.
Hades certainly remembered the child who reached the top of the mountain. The room he was in was one of the few rooms in the second round where no one quit.
The child was holding a small glass bottle with a little soil in it.
This attracted Hades' interest.
"What are you carrying?"
"Earth, sir."
An Tai stood where he was and answered honestly.
"Why Obito?"
Hades asked,
"After I heard about the Death Guard, it was hard to return to Barbarus."
“So I took some soil from my field.”
Hades blinked, he reached out and picked up the bottle.
The dull earth of Barbarus sloshed within.
Hades covered the black area.
The tiny bit of spiritual energy disappeared.
"good."
Hades returned the small bottle to Antaeus.
"Of course you can take it with you."
Hades stood back up, folded his arms, and continued examining the children.
When the children were about to board the plane, Mortarion, who had arranged the next batch of colonization plans for Barbarus, also appeared.
Mortarion looked thoughtfully at the children, who were holding more or less personal items representing themselves in their hands.
"We didn't ask them to take some things."
The first Death Guard had no personal belongings.
Mortarion felt it necessary for them to take some of their own things back to the Death Guard.
Hades shrugged.
“Most people don’t have much to take.”
Hades thought of his simple house. Apart from the necessary daily necessities, he really had nothing else.
Things from the empire are still very useful.
"No."
Mortarion said,
"They need to keep their memory of Barbarus."
Mortarion's scythe, his censer... they all remind Mortarion where he came from.
"We are shaped by our past sufferings, and the Death Guard should remember every one of them."
Hades blinked.
"I had long forgotten all the battles, big and small, fought on Barbaros."
"Then maybe you should keep a souvenir, too."
"What can I take? Can I just bring up the bowl I used before?"
Hades quipped.
"Maybe it could be something else."
Mortarion slowly picked up one of the censers that hung from his armor, and a thick poisonous gas rose.
He unscrewed the incense burner and took out—
One and a half stones.
"This is?"
Hades looked at the half stone, and there was always a strange sense of familiarity on it.
Mortarion rolled his eyes at him.
"You are indeed forgetful."
"Give."
Hades took it and said, this is half of the stone, the other half is gone.
He tried to use the black domain to sense—
What the hell?!
Hades suddenly remembered.
Was this the battle where he first became aware of the Black Domain? !
Alien Lord Lazar!
"You still keep this?!"
Hades blurted out something without any reason.
"This is proof that the Death Guard, apart from me, is the first to kill an alien lord. Why don't you keep it?"
"In addition to this, I also have the skull of the first alien lord, the ribs of the first lord cut off by the southern resistance forces."
Mortarion said as a matter of course,
In the Primarch's personal space, there were a lot of trivial things that could prove the Death Guard's achievements on Barbarus.
Mortarion was sure that his collection vault would soon be filled with spoils from other space campaigns.
For now, he has the skull of Galaspar's supreme leader safely stored in his warehouse.
Hades glanced at Mortarion oddly.
He suddenly remembered that although there were no decorations on the Endurance, Mortarion had ordered that all the battles fought by the Death Guard be engraved on the bow.
The Battle of Galaspar is now engraved in High Gothic on the head of the Endurance.
Hmm. Thinking of Mortarion still stubbornly using his alien adoptive father's sickle. Hmm.
Hades threw the half stone into the compartment of his power armor with mixed feelings.
It seems that many primarchs have this hobby. The Ultramarines sew blankets with their achievements, and the Blood Angels make artworks praising various battles.
Most Primarchs keep a personal collection of items that represent past campaigns.
But Mortarion has a kind of simple beauty.
Skulls and rocks and stuff.
"By the way, how is the migration plan going?"
Hades decided not to think about it and changed the subject.
"Almost."
Mortarion said,
"In a standard year of Babarus, you can migrate about the same amount of land."
"There aren't many people left on Barbarus."
Mortarion spoke slowly.
Because the previous Black Stone Experiment proved the strange psychic environment here, they decided to migrate most of the population of Barbarus to the Star Ring.
Most of the people before have spontaneously migrated to the Star Ring.
Although this made his work easier, this fact still made the Primarch feel vaguely frustrated.
He thought people would choose to stay here and hone their
Hades was thinking to himself,
Once the Death Guard finds a solution to Barbarus' environmental problems, construction work on the planet's surface will begin.
He had to think of a way to see if he could try to get some low-end Blackrock Obelisks.
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