In the spacious public activity area, Space Marines were gathering in groups of three or four.
Hades stepped into the hall and instantly attracted many people's attention. Some of these gazes were like explicit swords, while others were covert prying.
Through their shoulder armor, Hades could tell which legion they belonged to.
The wolves and dogs were the first to come and welcome him.
Two men stood up from the crowd of Luna Wolves and War Hounds, and walked over to Hades, greeting their new brother politely.
"Welcome, friend of the Death Guard."
The man adorned with the Luna Wolf emblem spoke,
"I am glad to hear that you have found the Primarch. Our Lord Horus has been looking forward to meeting his new brother."
Before Hades could open his mouth to greet him, another person spoke up.
"Another Primarch's return. I am already looking forward to our father."
With a somewhat envious and determined look, War Dog Perez looked at Hades.
"Excuse me, but your father must be a noble man."
“Perez.”
Luna Wolf Sunderland whispered to his brother that they should not risk discussing these things.
From what he had gathered, the newly formed Death Guard was named after Silence, and the historians who had once served the Dusk Raiders had spread unfavorable rumors about their Primarch.
According to them, the newly recovered Lord Mortarion is a very unique Primarch.
grim Reaper.
This is the unanimous recognition of the historians.
This is rare. In most cases, historians who pursue gorgeous and rich words will choose to use titles such as demigods, angels, and kings.
So, the behavior of War Dog Perez just now may be considered as a provocation or something else.
But Sunderland know it's not their fault.
Because the Primarch has not returned yet, absurd rumors that the "Primarch is dead" have begun to spread within the War Hounds.
Originally, before the Primarch was found, the War Hounds had a good relationship with the Dusk Raiders, and the two legions with strict military discipline always cooperated well.
But now. The Luna Wolf Sunderland looked at Hades opposite him with a slightly apologetic smile on his lips.
Hades is a warrior from the Primarch's home planet. I hope he doesn't misunderstand the words of War Dog Perez.
But the warriors' personalities and external attitudes generally fit their primarchs.
If it is true as the rumors say
Damn, it would be nice if the Ultramarines Aulus was here. Although Sunderland was not used to their gentle yet distant smiles, it had to be said that they were all politicians. Even the technical sergeants had the talent to ease awkward situations.
"Ah? Hahaha, our legion commander is a very unique Primarch. He cares about us a lot. Every Primarch is a symbol of nobility. Of course, compared to nobility, our legion commander may be more approachable, right?"
Sensing the Moon Wolf's concerns, Hades laughed.
Close to the people, Hades swore that this was the coldest joke he had ever told.
But in order to maintain the image of the Legion, I'm sorry, Mortarion!
But to be honest, Mortarion is quite friendly to the Death Guard of Barbarus.
only.
Hades looked at the war dog Perez, thoughtfully.
Angron. Is there still hope
No, it should be that the war dog can still be saved
Sunderland of the Luna Wolves was surprised that Hades' answer was so easy.
Could it be that the new Primarch is a person with high affinity
Sunderland secretly memorized this clue and continued to chat with Hades.
But this Death Guard obviously has a good temper, Sunderland thought silently.
Compared to the Ultramarines who were always smiling, this Death Guard seemed to chat with them casually, not paying attention to the details or linguistic oversights.
The Space Marines who were sitting at other tables studying or chatting also kept their attention on this place vaguely.
However, before Hades and the others could exchange a few words, a person who had been sleeping in the corner suddenly woke up and quickly came over.
He pushed away the war dog and the moon wolf, and nodded his head forward as if he was sniffing something.
"I was awakened by the smoke."
The wolf said so, his fangs bared.
Luna Wolf Sunderland and War Dog Perez watched helplessly as Hades, who had been smiling just a moment ago, suddenly changed his expression.
"Dueling Cage."
"Now, immediately, immediately."
Hades had a dark face. Does he really still have flavor
He clearly couldn't smell the gas anymore, so could it be that the other two people he was talking to also smelled the gas? !
Although most of the Barbarus fighters would carry some respirators mixed with Barbarus poison gas, he never had one!
Nmd, no one is allowed to say that I stink!
The instructions of the master forger Enrique had long been thrown into the void.
Looking at the Death Guard Hades who had a look of despair on his face, and the Space Wolf Manning who had a look of excitement and was obviously looking for trouble to start a fight.
The Luna Wolf Sunderland silently wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Hmm. It seems that smell is the bottom line of the Death Guard
I have to say, it was a really odd bottom line, as words that might have been meant to mock the Primarch were taken lightly.
But it is indeed as Space Wolf Manning said, in addition to the unique sweat smell of Space Marines, Hades also has a faint smell of toxins.
Maybe it’s some customs of their home planet
Hades didn't know that this inexplicable custom of respecting the smell of the Death Guard was inherited by the technical sergeants on Mars, and later they would bring it back to the Legion and continue to carry it forward.
In the duel cage, the howling of the wild wolf was incessant and lasted for a long time.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Haddish was on top of Manning, one arm tightly around his neck, the other hand holding down Manning's hand as he tried to reach for the nearby tomahawk.
As Manning's struggles gradually weakened, Hades loosened his grip, stood up, and pulled the wolf up from the ground.
The wolf, who had been suffering from long-term lack of oxygen, visibly staggered for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"Good! Brother, even though you stink a little, you're much stronger than those sprayed with spices!"
With the strength of the swaying, Manning naturally put his shoulder on Hades and lowered his voice.
"Dusk. No, good brother of the Death Guard, I have some wine hidden. Come have a drink."
Damn, those weird mechanical guys don’t like Wolf drinking.
Manning had invited others to drink before, but only the Luna Wolves and the Ultramarines, who talked about "harmony between legions", accepted his invitation.
But drinking with them, in two words, boring!
At this time, Hades regained his senses and remembered Enrique's instructions from far away.
"Ah, still—"
The wolf grabbed Hades with an arm that was even more powerful than the one used on the duel cage just now.
"Stop talking and go!"
Just joining in the fun, no, the other Space Marines who came to watch the battle all observed a second of silence for this Death Guard who had just arrived.
The last time someone was deceived so badly was the perfectionist from the Emperor's Son.
The Space Wolves also have their own unique forging learning route, so there are actually not many Space Wolves willing to come to Mars.
This caused Manning to be extremely bored, and he would often catch people and hope that they would join him in a fight or drink.
Among the current technical sergeants on Mars, except for the Imperial Fists who ruthlessly rejected Wild Wolf's invitation, all others have fought with Wild Wolf to varying degrees.
The strength of this wild wolf should not be underestimated. Many people present have been beaten by him.
But the Death Guard defeated Manning in a short time.
For a moment, what Hades didn't know was that his reputation had risen again.
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