The Scarlet Forge World's fleet slowly entered the port. With the safe arrival of the first batch of guns and cannons, the curtain of the second trial was about to begin.
Today is the day that Hades goes to inspect and take away those mortal auxiliary troops. They will continue to receive training, whether it is about the use of vehicles or training in administrative positions.
Hades sincerely hoped that Mortarion's training would not turn these people into dumb people. Mortarion just responded nonchalantly, with an extremely confident attitude of "I can do it, so don't worry about it."
Hades was so angry that his teeth were itching. If he could defeat Mortarion physically, he would have given him a beating.
But before meeting the mortal auxiliary army, Hades knew that he had to meet someone else -
The short, bald, middle-aged man huddled tremblingly in the ranks of the Mechanical Sages. One of the Scarlet Sage's secondary limbs was tightly gripping the man's arm, and it seemed that the man was about to run away in the next second.
"Lord Hades, we have brought the person you requested."
The sage bowed deeply, and the man beside him also bowed swiftly. His fat body was trying hard to bend over, which was quite funny.
Hades forced a smile.
"Excuse me, sage. I would like to talk to Fowler alone for a while now."
The sage's face glowed red, but he still left reluctantly after bowing once more.
"Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, those people are so scary."
Fowler skillfully took out a greasy handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped his sweat, nodding as he wiped.
"The thinking of mechanical sages is indeed different from that of ordinary people. Thank you for coming here, Fowler."
Hades nodded. This time he called Fowler over to further train those who were about to enter the administrative system. Fowler used to be an administrator of the hive city. Although he seemed unreliable, there was no more suitable candidate than him at present.
In fact, this greasy middle-aged man with a belly full of potty is really reliable. At present, all schools on the Star Ring are operating normally. According to the supervision and investigation of the gravekeepers, nothing unreasonable has happened. It can be seen that Fowler is also concerned about it.
Even though he was busy with the war and was overwhelmed with requests from the Forge World, Hades would still regularly check the reports on the Star Ring to ensure that nothing unexpected happened on the Death Guard's home planet, Barbarus.
At present, the administrative personnel supporting the Barbarus star ring are all the ones directly deployed by the Emperor at that time. They mainly ignore small matters and do not deal with big ones. On Barbarus, a planet that does not cause much trouble, they have been able to govern the planet well.
The administration mainly handled by the Death Guard is the education, medical and supervision systems. One was established by Hades and a bunch of idiots, and the other was established by Mortarion and the original Death Guard medical staff. The supervision system is directly managed by the gravekeepers.
It turned out that the medical staff who had followed Mortarion to conquer Barbarus were all quite reliable. After receiving the education from the Oil Man, the medical system operated well and there was no personnel gap.
As for education, it is better than Hades had originally thought. At least more people are literate and able to do math. Although after training in school, the physical fitness of these students has obviously improved much faster than their IQ.
Seeing Hades in deep thought, Fowler took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat again.
"Sir, what do you want me to do this time?"
“Training.”
Hades said as he pondered, then he stood up and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see your batch of students. You need to let them learn the most basic administrative skills."
Seeing Hades stand up, Fowler hurried to follow.
"Sir, I don't have the ability to do that."
"Then recommend a more suitable one."
Fowler shut up, realizing that the lord seemed to be preoccupied, not knowing that Hades was only concerned about Mortarion's teaching quality.
Fowler swore that he didn't want to have such a student, Emperor. He thought his life before was miserable enough. He was knocked to the ground by students running in the corridor and almost broke his bones. Then, those brats tried to poison him to test his resistance to poison. Fowler thought that he had finally gotten his wish, but now he knew that suffering was endless.
The legion commander's speech was still going on. In the training hall, Hades and Fowler stood in an inconspicuous corner. Fowler looked at the "students" who were standing solemnly with murderous looks on their faces and began to doubt his life.
How can an administrative staff have a murderous look on his face, as if he is ready to die? !
Fowler clearly felt the low pressure emanating from Hades, but he still quietly hid behind Hades. The murderous aura was too solemn, and Fowler could not adapt to this atmosphere.
Hades looked at the crowd. Good, qualified warriors, serious, and ready to die.
But no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like an administrative staff.
Middle and low-level administrators only need to remember forms and the like, but high-level administrators must have a keen eye and political insight, as well as the shrewdness and slickness that are unique to administrators.
This is also the reason why Hades called Fowler over. He is the most qualified person Hades can find at the moment.
But looking at this group of people who were so serious that they seemed unable to make a sound, Hades felt disheartened. Mortarion, thank you so much.
Ignoring the two people emitting negative energy in the corner, Mortarion's speech on the podium continued. From now on, except for those who were selected again and passed the Space Marine surgery, others would no longer be directly managed by Mortarion.
The dim armor reflected a faint arc of light. Mortarion did not light the incense burner, which made the body of the Lord of Death clearer and larger. Opposite Mortarion stood the Galaspar people in silence.
".I am very happy to have trained you. It reminds me of the time in Babarus. The training was difficult, but people still supported each other and were full of expectations for the future."
In the previous training, Mortarion was greatly surprised by the tenacity of these people. The high-pressure environment in the past had shaped the Galaspar people's unexpected endurance. They had extremely high resistance and insensitivity to harsh environments. People who crawled out of hell did not care about the dirty world.
"You, the Galaspars, have proven your fortitude to me, and so I declare the doors of Death Guard open to you."
"The Death Guard accepts your death as a contribution to it."
Mortarion was silent. He turned sideways and let the mechanical servant with two glasses of wine come forward. The wine gave off a pungent stench. Hades in the shadows frowned unconsciously. It was another poisonous wine brewed by Mortarion himself. It was obvious that the glass for mortals had been diluted.
Hades suspected that Mortarion wanted to drink, but Mortarion seemed to glance in his direction.
[Just wait and see.]
Mortarion's words suddenly sounded in the private channel. Hades was confused and decided to see what Mortarion was going to do.
"Now, one of you come out and share the wine with me."
"This is a highly poisonous liquor. Anyone who drinks it will most likely die. But if they die, it means the failure of the contract."
Mortarion turned sideways, waiting patiently for the hero. There was a commotion among the crowd. Mortarion saw that Xinis hesitated, but a tall, middle-aged man stepped forward before her and quickly rushed onto the platform.
He had short brown hair, a scar running down the side of his mouth, and blue eyes like a wolf.
Mortarion raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think you're here to participate in the Space Marine selection."
"Yes, sir, I am here to participate in the selection of the auxiliary army."
The man said calmly,
"Your name, or number."
Mortarion picked up the two glasses of wine and handed the smaller one to the man.
"They all call me Wood."
"Very well, Carpenter, now we shall take the oath."
Mortarion took off his gas mask first, raised the glass, and drank it all. The poisonous wine burned along the Primarch's esophagus. The toxin combined with the high concentration of wine made Mortarion feel slightly dizzy.
“Please,” hissed Mortarion.
Wood took a deep breath, raised the wine glass with a fearless attitude, and swallowed the bitter wine. Beads of sweat appeared on his skin, his blood was buzzing, and the venom was roaring in his body. He felt that his five internal organs were burning.
Everyone could see that something was wrong with Wood. The originally silent crowd became nervous, which greatly weakened the serious atmosphere. Hades could hear the crowd's collective accelerated heartbeat. Some people were trying to move forward to see what was going on with Wood, and Mortarion condoned their behavior.
These people here are the elite among the elite of Galaspa. Under Mortarion's deliberate guidance, they have developed a sense of honor and urgency to represent Galaspa.
If I fall, these adults will definitely be dissatisfied with Galaspa, right
Finally, Wood suddenly put down the wine glass, breathed rapidly, and stood on the stage slightly unsteadily. He was already paralyzed by the poisoned wine, and he held up the empty wine glass to show it to everyone.
He did it!
The crowd burst into huge cheers, applause, whistles, and people hugged each other to celebrate. The depressing atmosphere just now was swept away.
"Thank you, sir."
"This is the respect you Galapagos have earned for yourselves."
Mortarion patted Wood on the shoulder and motioned to the people in the audience to take him down. The Primarch watched with interest as those people ran over to welcome their hero. Mortarion, who had drunk the poisoned wine, was particularly tolerant.
Wood staggered around as he was jostled by the crowd, then lifted up and carried around, while some little girls tried to stuff bullet casings with their names engraved on them into Wood's pockets.
[It’s agreed that we can all talk. ]
Mortarion's voice sounded in the private channel, quite boastful.
[Listen to their cheers and applause, Hades, you can't say they can't speak.]
How did you do it
Mortarion listened with satisfaction to the surprise in Hades' words. He had won the game.
[That’s how it was done.]
[These people who have been in a high-pressure environment will adapt themselves. ]
After Galaspar, Mortarion re-investigated the social environment on the Barbarus ring. The Primarch was surprised to find that the Barbarus people here were not as serious and silent as those in the legion.
[I added something like a duel cage to their free time, and used some of the supplies seized from the Galasper upper nest as prizes.]
They just grew up naturally.
Hades opened his mouth.
[I didn’t expect it. I really didn’t expect it.]
[There are many things you haven’t thought of.]
Mortarion's mocking voice sounded,
[Now that they have passed my test, go and choose your person who can speak. ]
Mortarion put on his breathing mask slowly. The primarch, in a good mood, raised his sickle and knocked it on the ground a few times. The dull echo instantly entered everyone's ears, and the crowd fell silent.
"You can do whatever you want for an hour, and then someone will be in charge of you."
"Your next instructor and selector—"
"Commander Hades, come here!"
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