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

Chapter 785 227. Pluto or Matchmaker?

Even the grandest hourglass of fate begins counting down from a single grain of sand.

—Orikan the Star-Master
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Gather, assemble, assemble!

Countless ships were sailing, and all the slingshots were operating at full power. The mechanical sages who maintained them had to play hymns and bells in praise of Pluto day and night to barely maintain the empire's countless ships.

The Imperial Navy, Space Marines, Mechanicus, State Religion, Rogue Traders, Space Pirates appeased by Huron, the wandering Sons of the Dead of Barbarus, and countless militiamen willing to sacrifice...

The night sky lit up by billions of ship engines is far brighter than the stars. Among them are the invincible Queen of Glory and merchant ships that are about to be eliminated - but it doesn't matter, as long as you can obey the orders of the sector naval commanders, the Empire will send you to the battlefield.

The "Mingyou" was also following behind the fleet of the Tianshi Regiment at this moment, with bright blue flames trailing behind her intricate and gorgeous black skirt.

"You said... can we see Hades again this time?"

Captain Tiss of the Hades was fiddling with her long curly hair with her slender fingers. The brown and shiny curly hair was trembling at her fingertips. This sentence seemed to have no meaning. The female captain crossed her legs and knocked on the bright yellow big fool's head under her arm.

"You shouldn't be rude to him."

The dull voice of Tianshi Barry sounded from between the helmets. The Space Marine raised his hand and pushed aside the black lace skirt that blocked his vision. The female captain was not heavy, so even though she sat on his left shoulder, Barry did not feel anything.

It's just that the puffy skirt she often wears blocks her view.

Des curled her lips in boredom, but her thoughts went back to the scene when she first met Pluto - it was really scary. She just went to save Barry, but she didn't expect to get a big prize.

It was also because she brought back Pluto that those fanatical Hades cult members gave her a good ship, as well as tax-free trading rights in three star fields. With so much wealth, Tis was completely overwhelmed.

The Tianshi Corps also received subsidies far exceeding those of Tis, but for some reason, these unlucky guys later offended a lot of people inexplicably and finally lost everything.

As a last resort, the Tianshi Regiment sacrificed their outstanding warrior Barry to the wandering merchant Tiss, calling him a bodyguard.

Barry seemed to actually believe it.

Thinking of this, Tis covered his mouth and laughed a few times.

Why, for a rich person like her, what's wrong with having a few Space Marine guards?
"You know... I just wanted to see him one more time... I haven't thanked him properly yet."

Des said slickly, leaning over and wrapping her lower body around Barry's helmet, her hands rubbing around the Star Warrior's helmet.

"Fighting for him and dying in his service is a token of gratitude - Miss Tiss, please remove your hand, it is obstructing my view."

Barry looked at the hand bones in the X-ray image in the eyepiece, which allowed him to see better when his vision was obstructed.

"I will."

Tis knocked on Barry's helmet again before reluctantly taking his hand away. They were about to go to the battlefield anyway, and as long as they were on the battlefield, they would always see miracles and gods.

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"..."

"..."

The wild red hair was reflected in the eyepiece of the silent Krieg soldier. Krieg just remained silent, but the small black heart patch under the right eye of his mask and the black donut necklace around his neck distinguished him from other Kriegs.

"..."

Krieg remained silent, like a motionless sculpture, until - until the mixed-haired baby opposite him burst into tears.

"Why are you crying again? It's so annoying. I'll hold it for you."

Lena rubbed her hair irritably, then roughly stuffed the baby into the motionless hands of Krieg. Krieg was almost frightened, but subconsciously caught the baby with both hands.

"……What's this?"

"Are you blind? Child—yours and mine."

Lena whistled, then she glanced at the Kriegers beside Krieger who were looking over curiously because of the child's crying, and burst into laughter.

If Krieg in front of the Hades Priest took off his mask, then at this moment Lena would see a guy with a red face. He looked obviously shocked and confused, as if he had come into contact with something he had never come into contact with before.

The Krieg Army was built differently than other armies, with the Death Korps soldiers being made entirely of cyborgs - because of their loyalty, the Empire allowed them to use this blasphemous technology.

They will grow up in the incubator until they are big enough to hold a gun, and then receive militarized training. Finally, these Kriegs are divided into two groups and fight a war on their home planet. The losing side will all die, and the winners will be packaged by the Krieg and shipped to the Empire.

This is also why this army is so weird, it is so out of place compared to other armies.

"I-I don't understand."

Kriegmid said, blinking his confused eyes, and then bang! The little guy's fist hit his eyepiece directly, which subconsciously made Krieg nervous for a moment. His muscles were tense, and the piece of meat in his arms was too soft. He was more nervous than holding a suicide bomb to carry out a mission.

Krieger felt himself beginning to sweat.

"What? You just want to have fun and not recognize the baby?"

Finally, she didn't have to hold this stupid little thing anymore. Lena skillfully took out a cigarette from her coat pocket and started puffing away. She hadn't smoked in a long time.

"I don't understand."

Krieg said again that after the Slaanesh War, he and Rena parted for the last time in a field hospital in the Hazy Star Field. On the last night when the mobilization order was received, the tall red-haired woman climbed onto Krieg's bed from the foot of the bed with an evil smile.

By the way, Krigmead had both legs broken and one hand shattered.

He almost drew the gun from his waist and shouted that the enemy was attacking.

The next day, Krieg woke up from his coma and saw only a patched gas mask at the head of his bed. On it, a love-shaped patch made of high-intensity negative psychic black stone was staring at him.

Lena took a deep puff of smoke, and the smoke mixed with black stone powder slowly exhaled. Through the hazy smoke, the Hades priest looked at Krieg meaningfully.

"That means you don't recognize it."

Lena said, cigarette in mouth, ready to take the little guy, but Krieger subconsciously stepped back. The little guy with golden and red fur had stopped crying and started giggling at his father's actions.

Lena felt a chill. She felt as if the eyes of Krieg around her were brighter.

The troop transport was sailing quietly, and now she was alone in charging into Krieg's army, facing the handsome blond boy.

"What? You don't recognize the baby and you want to steal it?"

Lena took a puff of her cigarette.

"Don't even think about it. I will never allow this clown to wear this ugly mask of your army. He can be a Hades priest or a death row inmate, but he can't be a weirdo wearing an ugly mask."

“The gas mask does its job very well.”

Mead retorted subconsciously, and the baby's hand hit his mask again, pulling it back and forth as if trying to take his mask off.

Mead took off his mask and obediently handed it to the little guy to chew on. The new battle left new scars on his cheeks, and a scar running horizontally through the bridge of his nose was clearly visible.

This was caused by an axe wound he received while fighting with greenskins, a greenskin who was twice his height. His head was only ten centimeters away from being severed in two.

Reina smiled. She still looked so handsome and made people feel happy. She admired the blond and blue eyes of this wooden man. Mid's blue-green eyes always reminded the Hades priest of the lake in her hometown - although that thing had later been turned into a thick soup by Nurgle.

After that, she never saw a blue-green color as clear as the one in her hometown lake again.

Until I saw this idiot.

"You...you said he is our child."

Krieger said incoherently,

"Child... I haven't experienced the child stage. I wasn't like this at the beginning." Lena scratched and patted her head.

"How could I have forgotten - in short, Donut Boy, except for you and those mechanical weirdos, all other natural people have to go through this process. They can't do anything and will scream and drool like idiots from time to time."

"..."

Mead was silent for a moment, listening to the sound of his mask being gnawed by his baby teeth.

"It sounds like... he can't hold a gun. He can't fight like this."

Krieg said dully, and these words seemed to make him and all the Kriegs around him feel depressed.

"He will grow up,"

Reina sneered and shook off the ashes from her cigarette.
"Grow taller than you. I don't have anything else but enough nutrients. Then he can take a gun and shoot randomly on the battlefield. Then he will be killed like a piece of trash by a small mistake like spraining his ankle."

"..."

Reina suddenly opened her eyes wide, she felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, she turned around and saw Mid shook his head firmly at her.

"If he could grow up and be taller than me, then he wouldn't have sacrificed so much... He, he, he would be bigger than our face value, he wouldn't be a coin."

Among the Kriegs who had been sitting in a circle around the two of them, a Krieg wearing a commander's coat suddenly spoke.

"His eyes are bright, which would be a sign of a sharpshooter."

The cigarette in Lena's mouth shook, and she noticed that they were surrounded by Kriegs, all Kriegs, like a hamster colony around her. Why were even the damn commander and officers sitting here watching the fun? !

It is rest time now and there is no need for training, so the Kriegs are resting.

What's more, Krieg's military regulations do not mention the emergency response method of "a person brings a baby with Krieg blood to the army."

Maybe, Reina is the first person to verify that "Krieg has natural fertility ability".

"He's very deft with his hands and he's going to be an outstanding engineer."

Another voice came from the Krieg pile, and then, as if a nest of explosives had been poked, endless voices appeared, all trying to judge the future of the little guy who was gnawing on Mead's gas mask.

“Stop—stop!”

Lena was tired of listening and shouted with a cigarette in her mouth. The voices stopped immediately. Those shining, puzzled and curious eyes looked at her through the thick eyepiece of the gas mask, looking at the woman who brought the blood of Krieg.

"He may not be able to go to the battlefield yet!"

The Dark Priest shouted loudly, and sighs immediately rose from the surroundings.

"He, he, he..."

Mead's voice sounded faintly. Hearing his words, the annoyed woman with disheveled hair glared at him fiercely, like an enraged lioness.

“I think he has very good teeth.”

Krieg said, trying to grab his mask back, which was already covered with white marks. Reina snorted and lit another cigarette for herself.

"Think of a name for him. His last name is Butcher, which is the last name of a Hades priest who saved me at that time."

Reina took another deep puff of her cigarette. The bastard priest who dragged her out of the mire of Nurgle had died in an exorcism long ago.

"..."

Mead felt his brain was shutting down.

Give it a name...

His name was assigned by the system, and his full name is 106-7323478-12-Mead.

Krieg once again looked at the wonderful creature in his arms. Although the creature was so soft that a bullet could completely blow it up, Krieg's mind kept imagining the scene of this little guy growing up, rushing into the enemy camp with golden light all over his body to kill the enemies.

Seeing him looking at him, the little guy named Butcher was also blinking his big eyes at him - the little guy seemed curious about the scar on Meade's face that ran through his entire cheek, and the pits and holes left by bullet marks.

His eyes were blue-green, just like Mead's—only in the cold glare of the bayonet did Mead catch a glimpse of his own color—and the red-and-gold hair.

"G, g, g... Krieg."

Mead said subconsciously, and Craig Butcher chuckled, seeming to be very satisfied with his name. He just looked at Mead, and Mead felt that something appeared somewhere in his body. It was empty there before, and he never cared why it was empty.

Lena glanced at Mid, seemingly dissatisfied with the stupid name, but when she saw the baby accepted it, the woman could only hold a cigarette in one hand and roll her eyes.

"Okay, Krieg the Butcher, that's it."

There was an uproar! The Kriegs around them suddenly became noisy and seemed to be very excited. Mead turned around subconsciously and saw his colleagues looking at him with great excitement.

"Can I show them?"

"Look at what?"

"……child."

"what ever."

So Mead squatted down and carefully handed his child to the Krieger closest to him. The moment he touched the child, Krieger exclaimed softly, and then hurriedly passed the child to someone else.

The Kriegs first tried to hold the little guy in the same posture as holding a detonator, but failed without a doubt and had to change postures in a panic.

"then you……"

Mid looked at Reina who was smoking.
"So are you going to take him with you? To the battlefield."

Reina blew out a long puff of smoke.

"With,"

the woman said,
"All the people around me who can be trusted have been recruited to the battlefield. I have asked the sage to build me a fully automatic mechanical dog that can hold this little thing."

Mead's eyelids twitched and he felt frustrated. He subconsciously thought that such a being should not appear on the battlefield. The first time he held the gun, he was not... not so fragile.

"Is there no other way?"

Reina gave him a glare.

"If we both die there, he might as well be buried with us, so he won't have to be a fool in the future."

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【Terra】

"The last calculation,"

Hades said, "The mortality rate is expected to be... above 93.9%. The mortality rate of non-Space Marines will be even higher. Mortarion will prioritize the resurrection rate of Space Marines, so the injury rate in the early stages of the war will be approximately 63.1%."

【Acceptable data.】

Roboute Guilliman took a deep breath, the crown on his head gleaming, and after signing his name for the last time, Guilliman put down his pen.

【send troops.】

The Primarch said firmly.

(End of this chapter)