A deflagration blaster lay quietly on the table, its blue charging coil flashing a dim light, telling others that the weapon was not charged at the moment.
The deflagration blaster is a type of plasma gun, which is generally favored by senior technical priests. The heavy and thick gun body, surrounded by circles of charging coils, can make the temperature of the ejected plasma close to that of a star.
Ordinary Space Marines do not equip it, as they overheat too easily, but skilled Tech-Priests know how to soothe the Machine Spirit, or in other words, control the time and frequency of its use to minimize the number of overheatings.
Hades hummed a little tune as he changed the shape of the gun's handle so that it would better fit the servo suit behind him.
Each technical sergeant has something to carry behind his back according to his personal preferences. The most common ones are servo arms, which are convenient for maintenance and can help you crush the enemy's skull, or phlogiston welding torches, which can make your enemy's eyes light up while welding, or plasma cutters, which can make your enemy feel the joy of cutting their heads and bodies apart while cutting.
So, don't mess with the technical sergeant. After thirty years of hard study, the one on the other side has at least three more arms than you.
As for Hades, he did not have such imagination. He just wanted to weld the deflagration blasting gun to his back and use the Lion King swordsmanship on the opponent.
In the past, Hades would encounter a situation where he would be countered by a scythe in many close combats, but now? A gun suddenly appeared behind me, and everyone would die with one explosion!
If the operation of the power armor backpack did not involve some key issues of the Mechanicus, which the Mechanicus only provides to believers of the technical sergeants, and operating the backpack does require a long training time, Hades would have felt that the power armor had to be improved so that each person had a mechanical arm.
Make melee more loyal!
Sensing that Hades was modifying the gun, the Detonator blaster sent several chaotic garbage codes towards Hades.
Generally, this kind of small weapon sometimes has organic souls, but not many, and can only barely express some emotions to Hades. Hades played the code given by Lao Che with ease, and the incendiary grenade gun stopped responding again.
Humming a little tune, Hades was happily modifying the machine. There was no temporary work added here, and no superiors suddenly asked him to do work. He could learn what he liked according to his own learning progress, and the tools and materials were provided free of charge.
He also has a free assistant, Jin, who comes to deliver parts to him from time to time according to Hades's requirements and concentrates on being a tool man.
Compared to the battlefield, this place is simply heaven!
It was time to eat, and Hades reluctantly put down the gun in his hand. In fact, he had just painted it.
According to the gun's own requirements and Hades' aesthetics, the entire gun is extremely black, with only a few edges outlined with the moss green of the Death Guard. The pale skull of the Death Guard is prominently displayed on the charging coil. Every time it is charged, the pale skull will light up and stare at its prey.
Seeing Hades stand up, Jin walked over skillfully and helped Hades clean up the debris.
Unlike most technical sergeants who would just walk away, Hades bent down and smiled awkwardly.
"Ah Jin, that thing about getting some food?"
A string of angry gibberish began to appear, and Hades thought that if he was not still working under the Jordan Sage, Jin would have already started cursing.
"No!"
"Lord Hades of the Death Guard,"
Jin gritted his teeth and spoke each word with great emphasis.
"In fact, most of the food on Mars is used to supply diplomats, the Empire's envoys to Mars, and some sages who like to eat. Otherwise, there is no other food on Mars."
Hades winked.
"Didn't you bring me some food before?"
Jin was stuck for a moment, but in just a moment, he regained his aggressive technical servant status.
"That's because I thought you could. You could."
His voice trailed off again.
Um.
Hades felt that he really shouldn't make promises to the other party.
Hades' expression became serious.
"Okay, Jin, it's okay. If there's nothing to eat, I'll go back and ask other technical sergeants or something."
"Don't worry, you've been with me for so long, I'll definitely introduce you to all the Death Guards next time I come."
Then Hades instantly regained his relaxed state, patted Jin on the shoulder
"If you get promoted and make a fortune on Mars with the help of the Death Guard, don't forget me."
Jin's electronic eyes flashed, and the screen was filled with anger symbols again.
Maybe it was because a new batch of technical sergeants from the Ultramarines came yesterday, the cafeteria was particularly lively today. Because of the chat with Jin before, Hades came a little late, and most of the Space Marines had already finished their meals and were sitting and chatting with each other.
Seeing Hades coming, the old soldiers who had long been used to it ignored him and continued with their own topics. However, the new recruits who had just arrived yesterday glanced at Hades from time to time.
Hades didn't respond, he just scooped porridge and listened to them talking.
But Servius saw Hades coming and handed over a box of biscuits.
"Try it? It's our specialty in Macragge."
Hades reached out decisively.
Then I listened to them chatting while chewing cookies.
They were talking about fighting with the Primarch or the Emperor. Unlike Hades, most technical sergeants would stay in the legion for a few years and then be sent to Mars after experiencing the war.
The Iron Hands were talking about their previous battles alongside Fenus. In the Iron Hands' vision, the tall Primarch was like fine steel, rationally analyzing the various changes on the battlefield and mercilessly pouring artillery fire on the enemy camp.
But their Primarch would also visit the wounded warriors after the war, communicate with them, and ask about the smallest details of the battlefield, so as to better reduce damage in the next war and protect his offspring.
Alexandrian the Iron Hand was calmly recounting a meeting between him and Finus. He had literally engraved the details of the event into his mind, as if he were reporting an academic paper.
But Hades certainly knew that this guy was showing off. However, unlike other legions, because of the Primarch's love for technology, the technical sergeants of the Iron Hands were quite respected in the legion and might become the Iron Fathers of the legion.
Hades didn't care and continued to scoop porridge, but he felt that the war dog brothers around him were about to cry.
Of course, the atmosphere among the Iron Warriors in the distance didn't seem very good either.
Hades blinked. Normally, at this time, it would be him or Servius who would change the subject, but Hades was not in the mood for that now. He stared in the direction of the war dog, wondering what the future would say.
Then Servius, as expected, interrupted the conversation.
"I believe that under the leadership of the Emperor, the lost planets and Primarchs will eventually return to the embrace of the Empire."
"Perhaps the next person to be found will be your Primarch. Don't lose heart, brother."
"Thank you."
War Dog Perez sighed.
Seeing that the topic was broken, Servius decided to let a more professional person come. He looked at Hades.
"The Primarch of the Death Guard has just returned. Have you met your father, Hades?"
Servius's original intention was to let Hades change the subject casually, because War Dog, Iron Hero and Hades were the only ones who did not talk about their Primarch.
Hades's hand trembled as he scooped the porridge.
Hmm. In this case, does he really have to tell the truth
"I am not familiar with our legion commander and have only met him a few times."
He scooped the porridge without changing his expression or heart beating.
"The Chapter Master has just returned, and the affairs of the Legion are pretty much normal."
"No need to be too pessimistic, brother."
Hades swallowed a mouthful of porridge and spoke in the direction of the war dog.
Alas. The War Dogs have clear military discipline and are eager for their Primarch.
Although Hades couldn't immediately drop a divine soldier from the sky over Rhea.
But at least he had to remind his War Dog brothers.
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