Finally seeing everyone off, Hades sighed lightly, sat down to rest, and then subconsciously reached for the bread that the Death Guards had left for him.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Hades abruptly retracted his hand and coughed twice awkwardly.
He swore an oath!
Seeing that Hades was no longer busy, Galaro, who looked tired, walked over and briefly reported to Hades the situation on Planets 4 and 5. Based on Hades' intelligence, Galaro found out several small forces that were trying to establish their own circle.
Garo looked at Hades with a requesting look, and Hades smiled and said hoarsely,
"You're responsible, Garo?"
"Thank you for your trust, Commander."
Hades finally couldn't help it and took a piece of bread. It was delicious. He said while eating,
"No need to keep it secret. Let everyone see the price of causing trouble on Death Guard territory."
"Just think of it as a day off, Galo."
Hades pulled out a stack of papers and tapped it on Garo's shoulder.
"I know you don't like crowds, but this has to happen. It has to have both the cleansing and educational effects."
Garo took the relevant information handed over by Hades, nodded silently, and went out.
Hades looked at the direction where Garo left, thoughtfully. He could already foresee the blood splattered on the power armor of the combat captain.
To be honest, compared to Vox, Garo is not good at handling political documents, but the management of the Death Guard only has a few people, and a lot of people were consumed after the Battle of Galaspar, so Garo knows that he has to take over.
Hades could still feel that Gala had her own temper at the beginning, but he didn't know what was going on now. Maybe she had lost her temper in the official document room and no longer had the original outward hostility.
Uh. After Hades trains the next group of managers, let Garodo go to the battlefield for a stroll.
It so happened that the administrative personnel previously recruited in Galaspa, after experiencing several years of actual combat, could be selected to follow the legion.
Hades was in deep thought, thinking about Barbarus's next arrangement. He still had to meet those people and do those things.
The bread was quickly finished, Hades clapped his hands, stood up, and turned to look at Mortarion.
Mortarion was still reading the documents, but Hades felt that he was in a daze.
"Motarion, what do you want from me? I was too busy just now."
Under the shadow of the hood, in the deep eye sockets, the eyes moved away from the documents and stared at Hades thoughtfully.
"fine."
Finally, Mortarion drawled.
He had just been listening to the conversation between Hades and the Death Guards. Hades had been telling those little guys the history of Barbarus' development.
To the Primarch's surprise, Barbarus' current situation did not seem to be what he thought.
Most people came to Barbarus on dangerous civilian ships, risking the danger of voyage in the subspace, in order to survive and further develop.
Most of the humans who want to settle down in the Barbarus galaxy come from nearby death worlds or planets that have just suffered from war.
There are also some adventurers who hope to achieve something. Some hope to sail around with wandering merchants, some hope to cooperate with mechanical sages, and some even come to Barbarus with the hope of joining the legion.
Joining the legion is a widely spread "belief" among human settlements here.
After all, the gravekeepers who were responsible for maintaining order and security here were so mysterious and powerful that in the years before the arrival of the Death Guard, they were so taciturn that they had become the embodiment of the Legion in the hearts of ordinary people.
Those fleets just now were also [welcoming] the arrival of the Legion, Mortarion thought irritably. Most of them had never even seen or known what the Death Guard had done, yet they dared to rush up to welcome them rashly
But at least they were not hostile. Perhaps this was the recklessness of human beings, so he forgave them.
Except for those dignitaries.
Mortarion is naturally incompatible with those who hold power and money. According to the Primarch's likes and dislikes, these guys should be hanged directly.
But Galaspar's [atrocities] told Mortarion the truth in a bloody way. If he wanted to develop instead of struggling in ruins, the existence of those people was necessary and inevitable.
If the Primarch still hoped that mankind's tomorrow would come in peace and tranquility, he could not send them all to the gallows.
According to what Hades had just explained to the Death Guards, the nobles came here and waited aimlessly, except for discussing technology with the Mechanical Sages and trading with each other.
The main purpose is still to see the attitude of the legion.
Mortarion remembered what Hades had just said.
"Compared to more benefits, those who have already taken charge of a certain force are more worried about the overthrow of power. Therefore, when they face the imperial army, which is hundreds of times more powerful than them, most rulers choose to surrender directly and obediently pay tithes in exchange for the stability of their power."
"But to be honest, the Empire's army conquered and left behind anxious rulers whose hearts would always be hanging there—"
"—Until a clear regional power emerges, represents the empire, teaches them how to submit step by step, teaches them the rules called the empire, and guarantees their safety."
"And this being will be the Death Guard, it will be Barbarus."
"The powerful have privileges. They will try to figure out the attitude of the Death Guard. They will give in. Before the bottom line they set at the beginning, the Death Guard has supreme power."
"We can even test their bottom line and force them to back down step by step."
Hades smiled kindly at the Death Guards around him.
"After all, power and money are byproducts of violence. As a legion, we are the most violent existence in the empire."
Although Hades did not hang those people on the gallows, Mortarion felt that Hades had sentenced them to death mentally.
But Hades was right, those people would submit to the Death Guard, and if Mortarion disliked some of their traits, then they would change.
Mortarion slowly pondered Hades' words. The Lord of Death was more apt to accept the naked, cold facts than the justice the Empire had taught him.
As long as you put the sickle on everyone's neck, everyone will listen to you.
Mortarion was well aware of this, he thought, and the relationship between planets was just an extension of this concept.
But Mortarion was deceived by appearances, entangled by words that were deliberately defined as complex and obscure, and deceived by the smiling faces of those rulers, which gave the Lord of Death the illusion that everything was out of control.
But it wasn't. Beneath the chaotic appearance, the underlying logic was that Barbarus was the home planet of the Death Guard, and the Death Guard had the most powerful violence in the area.
This means that the Death Guard can do whatever they want here, and Mortarion is in control of the Legion, which means that Mortarion can do whatever he wants.
But Mortarion didn't want to act rashly again. Galasper's [atrocities] reminded him all the time that he couldn't turn Barbarus into ruins again.
Maybe he should go and see for himself instead of sitting here and relying on his own thoughts.
Mortarion sat there pale. Hades had just encouraged those Death Guard cubs to investigate. Perhaps he should go and see what was going on.
However, Mortarion glanced at Hades, who was humming a little tune and sorting out documents on the ground.
Hades, who can speak of power and violence, is terrifying. He is terrifying from another dimension.
Fortunately, Hades is a Death Guard and has no grudges against Mortarion.
Yes, code
(End of this chapter)