Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 47. 45. A Calm Day, Being Beaten
Endurance.

just now.
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In the individual training room next to the training hall of the seventh company, Hades was wearing the simplest combat uniform, holding a general-purpose war scythe, and standing next to the training cage.

The veteran—Hades later learned that his name was Branca, the brigade commander of the 2nd Battalion of the [-]th Company, wearing mk[-] power armor, standing beside Hades with folded arms.

A deep and indistinct voice came from Branca's helmet,
"Whenever you defeat this combat server for the first time, come to me again."

Wait, isn't that what Hades imagined, should he be taught how to use a bolter, a meltagun, or at least some tactical phrases first?

Hades watched helplessly as the gray hemispherical fence rose to enclose the field, and the battle server, which was half a meter taller than Hades, descended from the sky above the cage roof, making a dull, muffled sound on the ground. .

Blanca didn't bother to pay attention to Hades, and waved her hand directly, signaling Hades to enter the training cage.

"Combat exercise α-3, medium lethality."

The cylinder-shaped battle server was activated, the indicator light on the top glowed ominously red, the machine's wings opened, and the six chainsaw-like blades were chilling.

There was a soft click, and the six chainsaws roared at the same time!

Hades raised his scythe and made a gesture.

He knows now, this is called taking power off, right?

Although Hades knew that there would definitely be this part, he was still a little annoyed that he didn't even pretend to be.

The machine on the opposite side rushed towards him suddenly, and the six chainsaw blades flickered at the same time, making dizzying tracks!

Hades immediately exerted force on his feet, jumped up suddenly, spun half a circle in the air, turned his head to the ground, turned his hands, and the sickle flew along with it, and went back to the sickle hook!
"hiss--"

There was a tooth-piercing sound of metal friction, sparks burst out between the scythe and the server, and dazzling white light splashed everywhere.

Hades hit the ground hard, without hesitation, turned around and took the sickle, the sickle wind pierced through the air, and tore it straight towards the server——

"stop!"

The sickle stopped the moment it touched the server, and a gleaming metal pit was particularly conspicuous on the originally smooth and smooth shell.

When Hades jumped up and hit the server for the first time, the server that received enough damage had already fallen into a truce, and the red light above his head had turned green.

Hades turned his head and looked at Blanca indifferently.

Get off your horse, right?
Unlike the Babarus Death Guard who fought in groups most of the time, Hades actually killed himself from the alien pile.

However, Branca was still crossing her arms, thinking about something with her face covered by the helmet.

"Type 3 combat server, combat exercise α-3, maximum lethality."

The veteran's calm voice sounded again, as if he ignored Hades' little provocation.

Some metal strips rose from the ceiling, and the servo that Hades fought earlier walked up by itself, returning to its original position.

Next, a servo that was obviously two circles larger than the one just now slammed down.

Hades looked up, this is a big guy who is about two meters taller than him.

The red light is on.

"Beat this, come to me again."

Blanca's dull voice sounded from the helmet again, translating Babarus with a mechanical quality, with a very strange accent.

But this time, the veteran seemed very confident. After saying this, he left the single-person training room, leaving only Hades to confront the giant battle server.

It seems that it is absolutely impossible for Hades to defeat this guy.

Hades raised his scythe again, who did he look down upon? !

Isn’t it the big one, look at the second——

At noon that day, Hades, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, appeared for the first time in the medical room of the pharmacists of the Second Battalion of the Seventh Company.

The pharmacist seemed to be very prepared, holding Hades' medical gel to fill the wound torn by the chainsaw sword.

It doesn't look like a normal-sized battle server chainsaw torn wound, Apothecary Leo thought as he stuffed Hades' wound.

Although Blanca has a bad temper, he wouldn't give the recruits Type 3 as soon as he came up, would he?

Leo thought silently.

But it seems that I have to prepare some more basic medical gels.

Since the arrival of the first recruits, the wound filling materials in the medical room have always been used up quickly.

Generally, veterans will not suffer this kind of injury in daily training, and they will control the injury within a reasonable range.

"All right."

Leo lifted up the medical tray, and a little bit of blood was splashed on it, dripping slowly along the wall.

Hades sat on the seat in distress. He really didn't expect that it was the same mode, and the speed of the second machine was obviously more than three times faster.

This was faster than the blow that Nacrei swung at Hades at that time!

md, really looked down upon!
But what Hades didn't know was that why Branca left so confidently was because in the entire seventh company, there were very few veterans who could easily beat the highest mode of the Type 3 combat server.

The rest of the veterans, although they can also defeat Type 3 in this mode, they are only barely able to win.

In Branca's vision, Hades was going to be tortured by the first server for a week.

But now, because of Hades' indifferent expression, Branca decided to make him suffer again.

In less than a week, the recruit probably couldn't take it anymore and came to him.

Even if Hades really defeated the Type 3 server, then Branca has trained a real fighter!

But this kid does look like a tough guy!
According to Branca's rational analysis, there is a high probability that Hades can't bear it in the end and will come back to him to subdue him.

But Blanca really wanted to see the potential of this new recruit. Who wouldn't like an angel fighting for the emperor to be more aggressive?

Branca hated these recruits, bluffing and conceited, thinking that he would look down on them because he thought he had a relationship with the Primarch.

It's a pity that my original body is not like the shadow moon wolf, and I met their original body in the early days
Having said that, if he really meets recruits who can fight, Blanca hopes that the opponent can take over their burden and fight for the glory of the empire for the emperor!
If this kid can really defeat Type 3, he must be a good hand at killing aliens.

Branca finally thought so.

Feeling that his wound would not be torn open again because of his getting up, Hades tremblingly prepared to get up and leave.

But the door of the medical room was suddenly opened.

A man with a pale face and a thin body, who was obviously of Babarus descent, walked in.

The wound torn open by the chainsaw sword had scabbed over and was healing rapidly.

Hades opened his eyes wide—

Oh, isn't this Vaux, it can be regarded as meeting a fellow!
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(End of this chapter)