Endurance.
Fourth day of training.
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"Hmm~"
In the empty cafeteria No. 4, the crisp sound of metal collision was particularly loud.
An empty bowl smashed onto the metal table.
Hades smiled a little embarrassedly at Vox opposite him, then skillfully took the next bowl of porridge from the robot servant beside him.
It's more like a basin the same size as a soup pot than a bowl.
The white high-protein porridge was as thick as slime, and on its surface, large black lumps were slowly sinking as if in a swamp.
Hades took a spoon and stirred the porridge casually, so that the black cubes containing calcium and other metals could be mixed evenly with the porridge.
Then, 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 meal was this bowl of white porridge.
He picked up a spoon and scooped up some porridge. The porridge was so thick that it slowly pulled out threads from the spoon.
this.
White, sticky, high in protein.
Uh. Um. Ah.
Anyway, there is only this kind of food! The Death Guards who do not pay much attention to the culture of food will only choose this most standard and simple recipe.
Hades thought silently, eating food won't kill people. Besides, the logistics pressure of a legion's food is too great, so don't pick it.
Then he raised the spoon and licked a mouthful of porridge with a fearless attitude.
So delicious!
Although it was just simple white porridge, an aroma like wheat and boiled milk spread out on the tip of the tongue, with a hint of the fragrance of grains in the sweetness.
Hades' pupils narrowed, and he quickly scooped up a piece of black metal to taste it.
Pupil earthquake!
It tastes like fruit?? !!
The seemingly extremely hard block of metal became as soft as a strawberry under the powerful bite force and corrosive saliva of the Space Marine, and slowly deformed with the squeezing of the mouth.
The sourness and astringency burst out in your mouth, but combined with the sweet white porridge, it blends into a taste that feels like fresh fruit!
Holy shit!!! Hades felt like he could have his clothes blown off in public right now!
Without caring about anything else, Hades, who was already starving, immediately began his happy life of eating.
To be fair, after the Space Marines' mouths have been modified, their sense of taste generally becomes dull.
But this kind of white porridge is a kind of food that is so sweet and greasy that it would even make most people gag. Moreover, the metal blocks inside are actually very bitter.
But the food on Barbarus has a bitter taste, so Hades automatically filters out this bitterness.
Vox sat opposite Hades, watching him eat porridge frantically in silence.
This is the ninth bowl, right
Obviously, the larger Death Guards usually only have five bowls.
Vox took another look at the huge figure opposite him. Hades was already close to the tallest among the Death Guard, but he vaguely felt that he could still grow taller.
Um.
When Hades finished the thirteenth bowl, he finally put down his spoon, which was slightly deformed from being gripped.
"Want to check out the dueling cage?"
Vox looked at Hades who had just finished his meal.
It had been the third day since he met Hades. From Hades, Vox learned that the other party was practicing with a battle server just like himself.
And Hades' training is even crazier than his own.
Senior Hades will even take the initiative to extend the training time!
After the Death Guard’s half-hour dinner time, there is an hour and a half of free time.
After learning that these two time periods are actually times that individuals can use freely, Hades chose to combine half an hour of dinner time and one hour of free time with the afternoon sparring training.
Vox, who had been following the prescribed schedule, was also led by Hades and extended his training time along with Hades.
But today, for some unknown reason, Hades, who had been immersed in sparring and unable to extricate himself, suddenly asked to eat early.
Vokes, who was dazed after being beaten in practice, readily agreed.
So now they have forty minutes of free time left.
Generally speaking, the soldiers in the legion only do those few things in their free time.
Most people would go to the training cage or duel cage to continue their combat training. The former was an individual practice, while the latter was a contest between warriors in the legion.
Some Space Marines who like quietness will choose to organize and wipe their weapons and armor during this period, or go to the archives room to read and study.
Senior Hades probably hasn't been to the duel cage yet
Before, apart from studying High Gothic in the Archives, Vorx spent his time in the dueling cage.
"Hmm? Okay."
Duel cage? I haven't been there, but it's worth a look.
In the empty hall, there were occasional fierce roars and excited cheers from others. A dazzling white light was cast down from the high platform. The fighting figures swayed on the stage, and afterimages flew everywhere.
Three platforms of the same specifications are placed side by side in the hall. They are dueling cages similar to large wrestling rings. Below the platforms, there are rows of spectator chairs.
Many fighters gathered around the duel cage, either standing or sitting, nervously watching every move of the people on the stage. When there was a highlight, they all applauded and cheered.
However, the seemingly bustling hall was clearly divided into two sides. One side of the hall was filled with Barbarus's dirty words, while the other side was filled with shouts in low Gothic.
The platform in the middle is like a dividing line, separating the two sides.
Hades raised an eyebrow, but was this kind of scene really to be expected
Seeing that Vox was naturally going to walk towards Barbarus's platform, Hades thought for a moment and turned around and walked towards the duel cage of the Terran veteran.
".Hades-senpai?"
Vox called out to Hades in a low voice.
Vox was obviously startled for a moment, but he quickly recovered and didn't say much, so the two separated.
Hades walked to the duel arena filled with Terran veterans. When they saw him coming, they seemed to ignore him and continued to concentrate on the fight on the arena.
fine.
Hades thought, quietly found a seat to sit down, and began to watch and analyze the fight on the stage.
Hades knew that his sparring had now reached a stalemate.
For the first three days, he had been passively taking beatings while still adapting to this newly transformed body.
But after that, Hades felt that even if he had gotten used to the game, he still couldn't perform at his best.
The reason for this is that Hades' previous fighting style was simply not adapted to the potential and capabilities of this body.
His sword strikes were too cautious, his movements were too careful, his chopping movements were too tricky in order to gain leverage, and his defensive posture was too cautious in order to seek reassurance.
But Hades is no longer the type who would surrender if the opponent slashed his vital points.
The strong body can withstand fierce attacks, and the well-protected vital points can be used to make a desperate effort to exploit the opponent's weakness.
So Hades now urgently needs to see how others - people like him who have the same physique and have been fighting for years - fight.
As for Barbarus, his fighting style is probably the same as before, at most he will incorporate some new fighting styles into it. As for the Terran side, it will be a real high-quality battle for Hades now.
Every game, every move, and every action is worth his analysis and study!
Hades, ignored by everyone, sat in a dark corner off the stage, with a red light flashing in his left eye.
Endurance, a hidden meeting room.
at the same time.
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The captain of the first company, Barasin, looked at Fernando opposite him with a complicated expression.
Fernando - Currently the Chief Librarian of the Death Guard.
".If you have any opinions, I can help you apply for a meeting with the legion commander."
The old think tank looked at Barasin with his deep eyes.
"Thank you for your kindness, Barasin."
"But I know that the decision made by Primarch Mortarion is the right one."
this.
Barasi was still a little bit unbelievable.
Since the return of Primarch Mortarion, the former think tank of the Dusk Raiders has been treated coldly.
The Primarch explicitly stated that there was no need for "sorcerers" in the Death Guard.
Existing think tanks will not be allowed to expand further, nor will they play a significant role on future battlefields.
When the last Librarian dies, the Death Guard will remove the Librarian as a special unit.
Although Barazin hoped that the process of the Primarch taking over the army would be as smooth as possible, he was well aware of the importance of the think tank to a legion. After failing to persuade the Primarch, he came to the current chief think tank, Fernando -
It was both a bid for help and a hope that the old think tank would not be dissatisfied with the Primarch because of this.
However, Fernando's reaction was far beyond Barracin's imagination.
".Why?"
Why, as the chief think tank, he is not only not disgusted by the Principal's behavior, but even supports it
Fernando closed his eyes.
"The Primarch's decision is correct, and the entire think tank has no doubts about it."
Before he finished speaking, the door of the conference room suddenly opened! A man with spells on his power armor looked at Fernando angrily.
"Why would you betray us?! Betray the entire think tank?!"
“Back off!”
Balasin, who had just looked exhausted, suddenly shouted, and Ugo, who had rushed in, was instantly silenced.
Fernando opened his eyes and a calm voice sounded,
"You have no right to question me, Ugo."
"Go find Torres and take the penalty."
Ugo's face was full of dissatisfaction and resentment, but the psychic pressure quietly released by the chief think tank made him close the door and leave reluctantly.
Before leaving, both people in the room heard a very muffled low Gothic curse word.
"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."
Barracin turned his head and looked at Fernando again, his face full of fatigue and apology.
"I expected this reaction."
He smiled.
"But I didn't expect your reaction."
Fernando also smiled tiredly, yes, why.
He thought of that day, of the twisted and floating flesh on the space hulk.
I took a day off yesterday, so today I will post a 3k article. I wish you a pleasant reading.
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