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

Chapter 681 129. Krieg's Question
"I'm a little nervous."

Meade, from the 121th Platoon, 13th Company, 7st Siege Regiment of Krieg, said that the soldier was now lying flat on the bed, with his hands crossed and placed flat on his abdomen, but he was still holding his engineer shovel and was unwilling to put it down.

"laugh,"

The Hades priest with three broken ribs in the bed next to him laughed, and the red-haired Reina tilted her head and looked at Krieg teasingly.

"Why, the Underworld Cult's internal hospital is not satisfied with your wishes?"

"No."

Krieg said that because he was too close to a big demon in the previous war, he was diagnosed by the Hades Cult as having a fourth-level soul pollution, and needed to be exorcised just in case.

By the way, there are seven levels of soul pollution. Mead didn't think he had a disease that required him to lie down for several days. His Krieg siege regiment had already resumed its march after a brief correction.

He hoped to catch up with them and join the battlefield as soon as possible.

Mead was not nervous because of the dark interior of the Underworld Hospital. In fact, what made him nervous was the sound coming from the next ward.
"Well done, Big Soul."

A low voice entered Krieg's ears like a whisper, and then Soulless Ogryn spoke.
"Wow! Boss, I want some cookies."

"…The stock is running low. I'll transfer some from my reserve. Don't tell anyone else."

"Okay! The boss's boss! I won't tell anyone that the boss's boss treated me to cookies!"

"..."

"Priest of Hades...Excuse me, is Hades a god who often visits the sick?"

Mead asked in a low voice. He didn't want Pluto to hear his voice, but in fact, he had already clenched his engineer shovel nervously.

Although Krieg is not afraid of death, such occasions make them feel a little overwhelmed.

"This is his first time back, and everything is his first time—how would I know?"

Reina said, turning her head again. Next to her bed sat a guy wearing a level 3 protective suit. If you look closely, you will find that she is the Berserker who returned to Terra with the Salamanders.

"Drink some water, Reina."

The Dark Priest's companion said, feeding Reina some water, while the Dark Priest blinked her eyes shrewdly and looked at the Berserker.

"Don't think I don't know you want to see him again."

Reina mouthed silently, Hades had already visited the Berserker's bedside, this guy came out after all the trouble, seemingly to show brotherly friendship, but actually just to see Hades again.

"Drink your water and shut up."

The Berserker also whispered, and then without hesitation chose to choke her comrade to death with water, while Reina decisively chose to lie back and pretend to be dead.

Just as they were arguing in a low voice, a bell rang outside the ward where they were, and the voice of the cardinal of the Hades Church sounded indifferently,
"Loyal warriors of the Empire, He is willing to grant you a gift - no need to salute, Hades forgives your rudeness."

"No need to get up, no need to get up, just lie down, it's important to recover."

The Cardinal's voice was followed by a familiar voice, which gave Mead an illusion - many members of the Underworld Cult gave him this feeling, and one could tell with just one voice that they were willing to get closer to you.

Then the light at the door dimmed, and a giant in black armor looked down at the door frame, skillfully turned sideways, squatted slightly, and then walked into the room smoothly.

Action precedes will. Mid felt as if he was catapulted into the air. He wanted to jump off the bed and salute directly, but then he remembered that Reina had warned him that kneeling was not a practice in the Dark Cult, so his originally smooth movements were abruptly stuck.

Krieg stared at Pluto through the cover of his gas mask. He was indeed not a mortal. He was tall enough, wide enough, and heavy enough... His face was indeed as resolute as he had seen from a distance during the military parade, like a marble sculpture by an ancient sculptor.

But ancient sculptors might not choose a relaxed and casual smile as the expression of the sculpture, which would be a waste of his elegance.

There was an indescribable feeling coming from the giant, something Krieg had never seen before, and Mead tried his best to remember and describe it. It was like...

It's like he knows he's going to win, but he doesn't care at all about winning or losing.

This feeling made Krieg feel at ease. It's not like he had never seen foolish generals before, but Pluto was clearly not one of them. Although Krieg didn't know which battle Pluto had participated in commanding, when you look at him, you know he won't make mistakes.

"Are you there too?"

Hades squeezed into the house and saw the berserker running out. Mortarion's research and development of the vaccine against Slaanesh was nearing completion, and the war provided them with a lot of Slaanesh victims, so the permissions of the first infected person were reduced and she was allowed to move around.

"Pluto, I follow the teachings of friendship and come to help my dear friend and comrade Reina recover her health so that she can better serve you."

Hmm, Hades glanced at Rena who looked not very well on the hospital bed, and felt that the next moment when he looked away, the Hades Priest would twist the Berserker's flesh fiercely with his hands.

"Your kindness is commendable, but don't worry too much. I'm sure the medical staff will take good care of your friend."

Hades smiled and walked to the bed next to the Hades priest.

"How is the recovery going, Reina?"

"Thank you for your concern. I am recovering well, sir. I believe I will be able to fight on the battlefield again soon."

"No need to be so polite,"

Hades waved his hand. He wanted to sit down, but firstly, there was no suitable chair, and secondly, the room was too small. When this Hades hospital ship was built, they did not consider that guys the size of the Primarch would be crammed into these wards.

"I want to say that your army has done a great job in completing its mission,"

Hades laughed,

"I heard that you teamed up with a Krieg warrior and killed a great demon without the help of the Soulless? I just heard from Ogryn - is it this Krieg warrior?"

Just as Mead was about to speak, the Dark Priest answered,
"Yes! My Lord, I just contained it - he was the one who actually cut off the demon's head."

Lena quickly introduced Krieg to Hades. She did think that this little guy was very good - due to the speed at which Krieg's army was built, unfortunately, she might be older than Krieg... hopefully not much older.

The Dark Priest did not intend to let Krieg speak. Krieg was not suitable to speak. In such an official occasion, it was better for the Dark Priests to play Tai Chi.

Hades' gaze shifted to Krieg, and he felt a not very strong soul fire.

This is the most interesting. Krieg is an instant clone army, and their souls are slightly dimmer than those of natural humans - but this does not prevent the brilliant light of their souls from bursting out before death.

This may also be the reason why Krieg can adapt better to the black domain.

"Good day, Mead-630827, how are you feeling?"

Hades waited patiently for the answer. Krieg was also in the ward in front. Compared with others, especially the Hades with full social skills, Krieg would take longer to think.

"No, sir."

Hades caught a glimpse of the Hades priest's expression, almost screaming, and bet that there was some connection between the two little guys.
Sometimes he quite likes to see people's little thoughts outside of war - after all, war is never all of human beings.

"Why not? Tell me, if I can help, then I'll find a way, warrior?"

To other people, these words might have been the beginning of a death sentence, but Krieger didn't think so.

"I am not sick. I feel I can still fight. I hope to return to the battlefield. I don't want to be left behind by the company."

"Then let me take a look." Hades walked to Krieg's bed. In fact, he could use the Black Domain consultation without walking, but in the eyes of others, this was a bit confusing.

Hades skillfully used the Black Domain to remove the curse that the Great Demon had cast on Krieg before his death. In the Black Domain, these remaining chaotic consciousnesses disappeared directly into the Black Domain without even a scream.

"Okay, go do another physical examination, and you can leave if there are no problems."

Hades said, holding out his hand,

"Please give me your black stone necklace."

Krieg finally loosened the hand that was holding the shovel and pulled out his black stone necklace from around his neck. The black stone floated up and an even richer black attached to it, so rich that it seemed to be dripping.

It's in the shape of a donut, Hades thought, strange.

"Okay, back to you, Mead."

Hades reached out and put the Black Stone Necklace back on Krieg's neck. This was the only thing he could do. The people lying here would be sent deeper into the battlefield after they recovered from their illness.

Because they have proven themselves resistant to Chaos.

Hades needs to quickly screen out the anti-chaos talents in the Astra Militarum Army through the early battlefields. These people will play sufficiently important positions in subsequent operations.

He hoped that during the intervals between wars, he could meet these warriors in person, both for screening and to show his respect.

"…Sir, what is a donut?"

Mead suddenly asked again, which surprised Hades, would ordinary Kriegers teach these niche words?

"Some kind of dessert - I'll have the logistics department send a box over later. What flavor do you like?"

"..."

"My Lord, I guess he doesn't know what flavors there are?"

Reina said hurriedly,

"It's my oversight. I'll have one of each basic flavor. I hope you like it."

Hades laughed,

"I used to not really like donuts, they were too sweet - I guess I can't tolerate sweetness as well as bitterness, and the flavor of Basic Marching Nutrient Concentrate 3x is just right."

"Is the Basic Marching Nutrient Concentrate 3x sweet?"

"Yes, it is sweet."

Hades swore, staring at Krieg in deep thought, wondering what Krieg had thought of from this conversation about food.

"My Lord, does the Emperor eat donuts?"

Hades was shocked again.
"I think he's had donuts," he said. "Uh... I'm not sure if he likes them, or if it's just something he's had a taste of once."

Mead was silent. He was about to eat the food that the God-Emperor had eaten, which made him feel a kind of strange dislocation, but he was not too excited in his heart. He felt confused, but he didn't know where the confusion came from.

Every Krieg is a loyal follower of the Emperor since birth. They will sacrifice themselves for the Lord of Mankind in the war. This is the only reason for their existence and there is no need to question or change it.

"My Lord, are donuts eaten after the war? And what is after the war?"

He saw Pluto showing a brilliant smile, which was rare in Krieg's life, but Pluto seemed to be very interested in his question.
"To some extent,"

Hades laughed. Ordinary armies would regard Krieg as ruthless war machines, but in fact, even among the Warhammers, except for those who were completely turned into mechanical servants, everyone had their own will. This was why the empire had always been so chaotic - after all, humans were not completely collective creatures.

Interesting, he could see a Krieg thinking.

"look,"

Hades persuaded me kindly.
"Some foods are invented in peacetime - usually they are more generous in ingredients, more delicate in seasoning, and more in line with the needs of human taste; some foods are invented in wartime - usually the ingredients are limited, the seasoning is less particular, and more in line with the needs of human survival. I think donuts are a food invented in peacetime, so..."

“If war brings peace, then donuts are the food to eat after war.”

Krieg tilted his head, as if trying his best to understand what Hades said. This might be too abrupt in his life full of wars, and he would probably not live to see the end of the war.

“Will there be peace after the war?”

“We hope it is.”

Hades said calmly,
"We wage war for survival and peace, not for a larger war, which is... at least not human."

Mead nodded. He had completely understood.

"Thank you, my Lord. I will try to sacrifice myself before the war is over."

Hades' eyelids twitched imperceptibly, and he strangely understood Krieger's thinking.

Krieg was born for war. After the war, there is no war and Krieg is not needed.

This had been Mortarion's concern, and perhaps Horus's as well - but in reality, the Primarch now wished there would be no war at all in the galaxy in the next second, as he had been working for too long.

Although Hades wanted to say not to worry, there would never be no war in this constructed universe, he thought he should be optimistic.

"There will be construction after the war. The Lord of Mankind will continue to need you. War is not the only way to serve him... You can imagine digging trenches for the Lord of Mankind after this."

"I don't want to keep digging trenches."

Krieger said,

“I dig trenches because it will make it easier for me to die on the battlefield and fight better, but I will not take the initiative to dig trenches that are of no value to me.”

"So what do you want to do?"

Hades asked casually, "What do you want to do without mentioning sacrifice and death, war and combat?"

Mead was stunned.
"My sacrificed Lord of Watch wishes to find a good broad leaf for my flute."

He said.

"how about you?"

Hades asked.

"I...I don't know."

"Then you can try to find it,"

Hades laughed,

"This is Pluto's teaching. You can believe in both at the same time."

Haha, yellow-skinned guy, Hades is going to make Krieger's surname Ha instead of Huang today!
(End of this chapter)