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

Mortarian knew that his brother Loka held this position in the Legion, but there were no gods in Barbarus. The people, who faced the yellow earth, did not welcome religion or such ostentatious and wasteful existence as priests.

Mortarian frowned, but the cries of his offspring still echoed deep within his soul.

"The warp is a corrupting force, capable of corrupting the mind. Even though the Death Guard represents resilience and unyielding spirit on the current battlefield, we still need warriors of the mind and spirit. This is a battlefield unlike any other, one that the Legion has rarely traversed before—"

"But this is a battlefield we will face sooner or later, a battlefield we have to confront."

Are their minds really not as resilient as they appear?

However, the despair he had just felt was like maggots gnawing at his bones, crawling all over his soul. That feeling... was truly awful.

Moreover, if it was Hades who made the suggestion, as an untouchable and someone who saw the illusion beforehand, he must have thought it through carefully, right?

Even though Mortarion felt an instinctive aversion to these unfamiliar words, he was the Lord of the Legion, the father of his offspring, and he could not act so recklessly.

Only those who face reality will ultimately emerge victorious.

"Really... there's no other alternative, Hades?"

Hades looked at him, his eyes filled with seriousness and determination.

"Motalian, as a personal preference, I don't favor it either, but given the current situation and circumstances, it seems we only have one option."

Mortarian paused for a moment, then slowly and silently nodded.

"Okay, I accept your suggestion."

"The new think tank team is called the Undertaker."

They will bring death; they will send their enemies back to another world.

Even though their existence is despised by everyone.

"The newly established team of managers, discipline, and spirit is called the gravediggers."

Anyone can be granted the eternal sleep of death, but they cannot; they are the gravediggers, the guardians of the Legion.

They must struggle to survive in this cruel world, to transmit the power of ideas, and to uphold the barriers of thought.

"it is good."

Funeral procession, gravedigger.

Mortarian slowly pondered the two names in his mind.

Their existence will completely change the fate of the Death Guard.

Hades swallowed hard.

"Then, my third answer is, untouchables."

Mortarian raised an eyebrow.

"Although the number of untouchables is extremely small and the cost of training them is enormous, we still need them."

"For a long time, this will be a losing proposition."

"But we need them."

Mortarian spoke, revealing what Hades was thinking.

Hades nodded. Currently, the Empire's untouchable force consists only of the Silent Sisters. There is a formal selection and training process for female untouchables.

Male non-accessible personnel are mostly distributed in various other overseas departments of the empire, but there is no official screening or promotion channel.

"If we want to expand the Untouchables, we need to expand the recruitment sources for the Death Guard."

"This is my fourth answer."

"Not only the Untouchables, but our legions also need to expand."

Mortarian nodded. Expanding the army was an ambition he had harbored from the very beginning.

After taking over the Legion, Mortarion reorganized it into seven companies, each with a full complement of 70,000 men.

If the Death Guard reaches full strength, they will have 490,000 Space Marines.

Currently, the Death Guard's only recruiting planet is Barbalus. In the original story, Mortarion did not choose any other recruiting planets.

Hades blinked imperceptibly. He still couldn't understand what Mortarion was thinking, wanting to recruit 490,000 Space Marines from a single recruitment planet.

Moreover, Barbalus is not a densely populated city.

Robert Guilliman, who lives next door, has only about 250,000 permanent troops in his legion, despite having five hundred worlds in Altramer and a highly efficient administrative system.

If the Death Guard wants to expand its army, it must expand its recruitment planets.

Generally speaking, during the Great Crusade, it is relatively easy for the Legion to acquire a recruiting planet. With proper management, a planet can be acquired and brought under the Empire's control.

It's unclear why Mortarion in the original story didn't apply for new recruitment locations for the Legion. Hades thought it was probably because Mortarion felt that soldiers from other planets were unreliable.

Moreover, if recruiting from multiple sources is handled properly, it can, to some extent, resolve regional conflicts within the legion.

A cruel future is looming before Mortalian and the Death Guard; when faced with life and death, personal preferences can, of course, be disregarded.

“Yes, I accept the offer to recruit Untouchables and expand recruitment planets.”

Now, Hades thought to himself, the think tank and the untouchables are used to fight Chaos on the front lines, the commissars are to prevent the legions from being corrupted, and expanding the recruiting planets is a decision that benefits everything.

Furthermore, we must improve productivity; technology is the primary productive force!

But Hades swallowed hard. To be honest, although he really wanted to go to Mars to study under the mechanical mechanics, his previous actions had effectively cut off that possibility, given the current situation.

Hades was afraid that if he left, Mortarion would cause another scene with the Legion, just like before, and Hades would probably end up crying while hugging the mechanical sage on Mars.

"Fifth, we need to develop anti-pseudotechnology, as well as other technologies that can improve productivity."

As far as Hades knows, the most common anti-psychic device used by the Empire during the Great Crusade was the anti-psychic suppression collar, a product of the Dark Ages, but the Empire does not currently possess this technology.

Because the anti-psychic suppression collar was lost technology recovered by the Iron Hand and the World Eaters, but now, Mortarion has just returned to the Empire, and at this time the Twelfth Legion is still called the Warhounds.

But that's enough; it at least provides evidence that anti-pseudotechnology does exist.

As for the other well-known exorcism grenades used by the yet-to-be-established Churisas assassins, they were made from the ashes of psionicists produced after the Horus Rebellion and the Emperor's ascension to the Golden Throne. Clearly, this path is currently not viable.

Other alien technologies also include weapons that counter psionic energy or manipulate psionic energy.

"Tsk," Hades thought to himself. He had originally planned to go to Mars to see if there were any mechanical sages who specialized in researching anti-pseudo-weapons.

Let's send someone else instead. He'll most likely be hanging next to Mortalian as a pendant now.

This suggestion, for Mortarion, was quite normal and easy to adopt.

Mortalian himself is someone who enjoys experimenting and conducting scientific research.

Science and logic were the tenets that Mortalian always believed in.

This is why Mortarion and he despise the subspace, which is devoid of logic and science.

Mortarian snorted, taking it as acceptance.

Hades just now used logical language to analyze the current situation and countermeasures for him.

Rather than facing the panic of being unable to resist an unknown enemy, Hades presented these warp creatures, which were even difficult for ordinary people to understand, to them and analyzed countermeasures one by one.

Warp creatures are not invincible; they have their own underlying rules, which the Deathguards can resist, and they can also possess weapons specifically designed to counter warp creatures.

Reason has replaced the panic of emotion. Compared to the despair he felt before, Mortarian is now intensely calculating in his mind the implementation measures of these proposals and their possible effects.

That should be about it, Mortarian thought. Hades had indeed revealed all the measures that could be taken at the moment.

But those futures filled with despair and chaos... no... Mortalian knew what else he could do.

Make the decision that can truly save them—

Install self-destruct systems and forced warp exit systems on the Endurance and all Deathguard ships, and install the self-destruct option on his scythe "Annihilation".

If that day ever comes, let the raging flames devour everything.

Even if his soul may not find peace, his unwatched offspring will reap their final death.

This might be the last struggle he could make, the last thing he could do for his descendants.

Hades would never have suggested it, but Mortarion would.

Of course, Mortarian wouldn't tell Hades about this arrangement he had already decided to make.

Having figured all this out, Mortalian's inexplicable suffocation finally eased, and Death lowered the hand that was gripping his own throat.

In Mortalian's deduction, the worst outcome is that most people sleep peacefully in the flames, and in the end, everything is still death.

Even if he cannot be saved, it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't let his descendants down.

At that moment, Mortarian felt inexplicably relieved, looking at Hades with a sense of relief, hoping he would end the conversation.

His children were calling to him, his soul was inexplicably stirred, and he needed to comfort the frightened children.

However, Hades looked at him with icy eyes and continued speaking.

"Sixth, don't trust anyone."

"Don't trust anyone, Mortarian."

Mortarian is stuck.

"Including Death Guard?"

"Including Death Guard."

"how about you?"

Hades took a deep breath.

"If I am corrupted, please kill me."

"So, that includes me."

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Chapter 84 Holding a weapon, walking towards death

“Pain is an illusion of the senses, fear is an illusion of the mind, and besides, only death awaits all men like a silent judge.” — Mortarian

In the dimly lit corridor, silence prevails as you walk.

It moves through, it lowers its gaze, it looks at each and every soul, it brushes against each and every sculpture.

No one spoke, no one uttered a word, no one acted.

The heavy armor slammed to the ground, like a fallen soul desperately pleading for the hand of its superior.

Despair, panic, pleas, cries—but nothing worked.

They cannot raise their weapons, they cannot roar at the enemy; an absurd future has arrived, what can they do but rot and bow their heads?

A perpetual poisonous fog shrouds the Barbarus people, and the lord atop the mountain manipulates all his slaves.

An eternal plague ravages the Barbarians, while the Supreme Father cherishes all his toys.

He descended from the high mountain shrouded in poisonous fog, filled with anger and having nothing.

He left the plague-stricken corpses, consumed by fear, utterly alone.

"stand up!"

He raised the banner of resistance.

"I'm tired."

He gave up the hope he had been clinging to.

He led the Barbarians to overthrow all injustice and unfairness!

He led the Barbarians into the embrace of chaos and love.