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

Chapter 49 47. A peaceful day... right?

Endurance.

Day four of training.
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"Hang~"

In the empty No. [-] cafeteria, the sound of metal clashing was particularly loud.

An empty bowl smashed onto the metal table.

Hades smiled shyly at Vaux who was opposite, and skillfully took the next bowl of porridge from the hand of the machine servant beside him.

It is not so much a bowl as a pot the same size as a soup pot.

It was a white high-protein porridge 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 black squares containing calcium and other metals mixed with the porridge evenly——

Then, eat!
When Hades was beaten on the first day, he happily rushed from the infirmary to the cafeteria to eat, and then saw that the only food was this bowl of porridge.

He picked up a spoon to stir up a little porridge, and the thick porridge even slowly pulled silk from the spoon.
This.
White, viscous, high protein.
uh. uh. ah.
Anyway, this is the only one to eat!The death guards who don't pay attention to the life culture of diet will only choose this most standard and simple recipe.

Hades thought silently, people can't be killed if they eat it. Besides, the logistics pressure of a legion's food is too big to choose.
Then he raised the spoon and licked the porridge as if he was dead——

Really fragrant!

Although there is only simple porridge, a scent of wheat and boiled milk spreads from the tip of the tongue, with a hint of grain in the sweetness.

Hades' pupils shrank, and he quickly scooped up a piece of black metal to taste.

Pupil Earthquake!

It turned out to be fruity? ? ! !
The seemingly extremely hard metal block became as soft as a strawberry under the strong bite force of the space warrior and the corrosive saliva, slowly deforming as the mouth was squeezed.

The sourness and astringency burst out from the mouth, but also combined with the sweet and greasy porridge, it mixed with a taste like fresh fruit!

Fuck! ! !Hades felt that he could have a public explosion right now!
Not caring about anything else, Hades, who was already dizzy with hunger, immediately started his happy life of cooking.

In all fairness, after a Space Marine's mouth has been modified, his sense of taste will generally be blunted.

But this kind of porridge is originally a kind of sweet and greasy food, which even makes ordinary people retch, and the metal lump inside is actually extremely bitter.

But the food on Babarus has a bitter taste, so Hades automatically filtered out the bitter taste.

Vox sat across from Hades, watching him crazily eating porridge with some speechlessness.

This is already the ninth bowl, right?

Obviously those big Death Guards usually only have five bowls
Vox took another look at the huge body on the opposite side. Hades, who was already close to the current tallest Death Guard, made people feel vaguely that he could grow taller.

Um.
When Hades finished bowl No.13, he finally put down his slightly deformed spoon.

"Would you like to see the dueling cage?"

Vox looked at Hades who had just eaten.

It has been the third day since he met Hades. From Hades, Vaux also learned that the other party, like himself, is sparring with the battle server.

And Hades trained even crazier than himself.

Senior Hades will take the initiative to extend the training time himself!
After half an hour of dinner time for the death guards, there is an hour and a half of free time.

And after learning that these two time periods are actually the time that individuals can freely control, Hades chose to combine half an hour of dinner time and an hour of free activity time with the afternoon sparring training. Together.

Vox, who had been walking according to the prescribed timetable before, was also taken away by Hades, and extended the training time with Hades.

But today, for some unknown reason, Hades, who had been immersed in sparring and unable to extricate himself, suddenly proposed to eat in advance.

Vaux, who was beaten dizzily in practice, readily agreed.

So now they have four or ten minutes of discretionary time left.

Generally speaking, the soldiers in the legion do nothing more than those few things in their free time.

Most people will go to the training cage or continue to fight in the dueling cage. The former is an individual practice, and the latter is a contest between soldiers in the legion.

Some space warriors who like to be quiet will also choose to organize and wipe their weapons and armor during this time period, or go to the archives to read and study.

Senior Hades hasn't been to the duel cage yet?

In the past, apart from going to the archives to learn High Gothic, Vaux spent time in the dueling cage.

"okay."

Dueling cage?Never been there, worth a visit.

In the empty hall, from time to time, there were a few fierce roars, and the excited shouts and cheers of others. Bright white light shone from the high platform, and the fighting figures swayed on the platform, and afterimages flew around.

Three high platforms with the same specifications are placed side by side in the hall, which is a duel cage similar to a large wrestling platform. Below the stage, there are rows of spectator chairs.

Many fighters gathered around the dueling cage, either standing or sitting, nervously watching every move of the people on the stage, and applauding and applauding when they hit the bright spot.

However, the two sides of the seemingly bustling hall are clearly divided. One side of the hall is filled with Babarus swear words, while the other side of the hall is full of Low Gothic shouts.

The table in the middle is like a dividing line, separating the two sides.

Hades raised his eyebrows, but is this scene really expected?
Seeing that Vox was naturally going to the Babarus stand, Hades thought for a while, but reversed his steps and walked towards the dueling cage of the Terran veteran.

"Senior Hades?"

Vox called Hades in a low voice.

Hades turned his head, smiled, and signaled Vox to go over there to see.

Vox was obviously taken aback, but he quickly recovered, and he didn't have much to say, so the two separated.

Hades walked to the dueling ring full of Terran veterans. Seeing him approaching, these veterans seemed to ignore Hades and were still concentrating on the fight on the stage.

pretty good.

Hades thought, found a place to sit down silently, and began to watch and analyze the fight on the stage.

Hades knew that his sparring had reached a stalemate now.

For the past three days, he has been passively beaten, and he is still getting used to this newly transformed body.

But after that, Hades felt like he couldn't perform at the best level he had, even if he was getting better.

The reason is that Hades's previous style of play simply did not adapt to the potential and abilities of this body.

His swordsmanship is too stingy, his positioning is too cautious, his slashing movements are still tricky in order to exchange strength, and his defensive posture is still too cautious to be at ease.

But Hades is no longer the physique who slashes at the vitals on the opposite side.

The strong body can resist the fierce attack, and the vital points that are strengthened and protected can let go and change the weak point on the opposite side.

So Hades now urgently needs to see how other people who have this kind of physique like him and who have been fighting all the year round fight.

On Babarus's side, it is estimated that the style of play is still the same as the old ones, and the integration of the new style of play has changed. For the current Hades, the Terran side is a real high-quality matchup.

Every set, every move, every movement is worthy of his analysis and research!
Hades, who was ignored, sat in a dark corner under the stage, the red light in his left eye flickered.
Endurance, a hidden conference room.

at the same time.
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The commander of the first company, Balasin, looked at Fernando opposite him with a complicated expression.

Fernando - now the chief think tank of the Death Guard.

"...If you have any objections, I can help you apply to the Legion Commander for a meeting proposal."

The old think tank's deep eyes looked at Barasin,
"Thank you for your kindness, Barasin."

"But I know that Primarch Mortarion made the right decision."

This.
Balasin was still in disbelief.

Since the return of Primarch Mortarion, the former Librarian of the Raiders of Dusk has received a cold treatment.

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 occupy a significant position on the future battlefield.

When the last think tank dies, the death guard will disarm the think tank as a special unit.

Although Barasin hoped that the process of the Primarch taking over the army would be as smooth as possible, but he knew the importance of the think tank to a legion. After persuading the Primarch to no avail, he came to the current chief think tank, Fernando——

It is not only seeking help, but also hoping that the old think tank will not be dissatisfied with the Primarch because of this.

However, Fernando's reaction was far beyond Barasin's imagination.

".why?"

Why, as the chief think tank, not only does not dislike such behavior of the Primarch, but even supports it?

Fernando closed his eyes,
"The Primarch's decision is correct, and all the Librarians agree with it."

Before the words were finished, the door of the meeting room was suddenly opened!A man in power armor adorned with spells looked at Fernando angrily,

"Why did you betray us?! Betrayed all think tanks?!"

"Get out!"

Barashin, who was still full of fatigue just now, suddenly shouted, and Ugo who broke in fell silent for an instant.

Fernando opened his eyes, and a calm voice sounded,
"You have no right to question me, Ugo."

"Go to Torres and get the punishment."

Ugo was full of dissatisfaction and resentment, but the psychic coercion quietly released by the chief think tank made him reluctantly close the door and leave.

Before leaving, both people in the house heard a very low-key low-gothic swear word.

"I made you laugh."

Balasin turned his head and looked at Fernando again, his face was full of exhaustion and apology again,

"I expected that reaction."

he smiled,
"But I didn't expect your reaction."

Fernando also smiled wearily, yes, why.

He remembered that day, the twisted and floating flesh on the space hulk.

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