The display screen was beeping with one notification after another. The cabin inspection chart for today was out, the foundry was requesting to transfer ceramic steel from the neighboring galaxy, a summary of the problems reported by various management levels, and three more Death Guards requested to meet with Mortarion.
The light changed on Mortarion's power armor, and the smooth armor reflected a dazzling light, one notification after another.
The Primarch sat at his desk, checking and approving silently. 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 central wall facing the door, right above the Primarch, was a slowly hanging linen flag with fine stitches. A silent skull was surrounded by spikes, and the emblem of the Death Guard was looking at them quietly.
A time reminder pops up on the display screen, and the next batch of approvals is about to begin.
Mortarion looked up and saw Hades, curled up in the corner with his scythe in his arms, sleeping soundly. His snoring broke the silence of the room.
"Hades, wake up."
The snoring continues.
Mortarion thought for a moment, then drew the pistol Hades from his waist. The blue light of the alien technology began to accumulate power, and with a buzzing sound, he pointed the gun at Hades.
"Um?!"
Hades, who was snoring just now, jumped up instantly, holding his sickle.
Mortarion put away the Dark Lantern with satisfaction, pretending that nothing had happened. At the same time, he looked away, pretending not to have seen the scythe obituary stained with saliva.
"It's time for the next batch of approvals, Hades, wake up."
Realizing that Mortarion was just asking him to get up and work, Hades, who had just woken up, instantly wilted. He staggered aside with his sickle and reached out to wipe his drool.
My brain is a mess and I feel groggy. Even for a Space Marine, I can't endure this.
Ever since the conversation that day, Hades started working at a high intensity. If he lay down for an hour every day, he would be forced to work overtime by this group of hard-working people.
Emperor, Mortarion only sleeps ten minutes a day now, he really can't survive!
That's why he wanted to be a soldier. There was no other meaning. It was just for convenience.
Hades felt like he had returned to the hard days when he was just building his stronghold on Barbarus.
Alas, what a pity, things have changed and people have changed.
Hades blinked forcefully again to clear his eyes a little, then took a quick look at the power armor and scythe obituary. Good, no problem.
As if realizing that Hades was ready, there was a knock on the door of the room.
Mortarion turned off the display and the ticking sound stopped.
Hades stood at attention, in the center of the room, holding up the obituary.
"Come in."
Mortarion's hoarse voice rang out.
Hades quickly got into the mood, put on a stern face, and served as a qualified background board.
The door opened and a soldier in regular combat gear entered the room.
He stood at attention and gave the Eagle salute.
Mortarion nodded, motioning for him to put it down.
"please."
Mortarion looked at Hades, who handed the scythe to the newcomer and told him to hold it horizontally with both hands.
"I swear by the weapon given to me by the Emperor that you will speak what is in your heart and hide nothing."
Even though Mortarion believed his offspring was fine, Hades decided to screen them anyway.
After learning that Hades could transmit the Black Domain through the sickle obituary, Mortarion and Hades chose this method.
It just so happens that he can use the name of selecting a new troop.
In the Legion, swearing an oath using the weapons bestowed by the Emperor is still a common way.
While Hades was still racking his brains to figure out how to justify using his weapon to get the warriors to swear an oath, Mortarion said to Barazin casually,
"Swear on Hades' obituary. This is the first weapon granted to the Death Guard by the Emperor after its establishment."
Ha, is this possible?!
Staring at the obituary in his hand, Hades fell into deep thought again. Well, it does seem to be the case.
Why didn't he think of it
The solemn silence in the room brought Hades back to his senses. His work was done, and Hades walked silently to the corner, looking at Mortarion and the Barbarus warrior.
"Denier, what did you see?"
The warrior opposite him shook his body, and then spoke,
"I saw twisted flesh and pus"
"My eyes seemed to be covered by a white mist, and I felt like I was lying on a pile of corpses."
"Then."
Denier hesitated.
Mortarion stared at him in silence.
As if he had made up his mind, Denier spoke.
"I saw you kneel down."
Mortarion did not move, and this was all that most of the warriors saw.
"Is what you say true?"
The Primarch's silent pressure descended, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to turn cold in an instant.
Denier trembled, but immediately regained his composure.
"I swear that's all I saw."
"good."
Mortarion raised an eyebrow, signaling that this interrogation-like interview was over.
Hades stepped forward, took the sickle, watched Deniel leave, and then silently waited for the next person to come.
"Almost done?"
Hades leaned over to look at the display screen in front of Mortarion. During the five hours of interrogation, they had also picked out several good candidates.
Furthermore, to Hades's surprise, even after experiencing the previous illusion, no signs of corrosion appeared in the Death Guard.
Even Carastiphon was merely frightened.
"Um."
Mortarion was still thinking, where should he find the untouchables
(End of this chapter)