Think every day: Let the Emperor's will be your torch and break through the shadows in front of you. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On Terra, the only people who can live in the upper echelons of the Hive City and enjoy the precious sunlight and fresh air are the high-ranking nobles, and those who live in the dark bottom of the Hive City are generally called paupers by the arrogant nobles, and those who have no noble titles and wealth, and the low-ranking nobles who have no position above Terra are generally called commoners by the big nobles, although according to the information of the Senate, they should be members of the imperial aristocracy, but on Terra, such powerless nobles can be seen everywhere, the least valuable group.

Therefore, when there is a wargroup recruiting space marines, those powerful nobles learn the news, and the interested nobles take the initiative to block the news, and the uninterested nobles do not take the initiative to spread the information, only the descendants of those aspiring high-ranking nobles will know the recruitment news of the Warden Warband.

Early the next morning, some gorgeously dressed young people appeared in the area of the temporary station of the Warbend, and they advanced towards the Warbend's barracks according to their own situation, because this was a forbidden area, not ordinary mortals could enter and exit at will, so they attracted the Terra guards who could be seen everywhere to come forward to stop them, until a captain of the Terra Guard understood the situation clearly, and contacted the Warbenders with a communicator, He led a total of more than 600 elite soldiers in armor to set up a cordon and escort the descendants of these great nobles to the station of the Warband.

Fortunately, the young people present were all children of some great nobles, and they were all very aware of their current situation, and all of them honestly accepted the surveillance of the Terra guards until they came to the gate of the Warden Warband's barracks.

"What? There are some descendants of nobles who want to join our Warband of the Warmen, and now they are at our gates! And said it was because I got the news yesterday? ”

Ruiz suddenly felt a headache, the news that was released yesterday has not been actively spread by himself? How did the descendants of the great nobles get the news and come to block the gate in such a hurry? Haven't you prepared for the conscription yourself?

But, in any case, since they had come to the gate of the Warbend's station, it was not okay to not give them a message, and Ryze thought that this was also a good thing and did not need to be stopped.

Thinking of this, Ruiz instructed one of the servants.

"You go to Pastor Tariq Wolf, that's his area of responsibility, and tell him to pick some qualified recruits and don't let the waste get mixed up with the candidates."

The servant who had received the order turned and left Reze's office, found Tariq training on the lower training ground, and relayed the order to him.

On the other side, in front of the gate of the barracks, twenty-three young men were looking at each other in large numbers, because the purpose seemed to be the same as that of each other, which meant that they were rivals, so none of them took the initiative to communicate, and under the supervision of the two fanged veterans, they all quietly waited for the response of the watchman warband.

After about an hour, noon gradually came, and the sun could not shine on the twenty-three young people because of the blocking of the towering buildings, and the people who could think of participating in the selection of Star Marine recruits were excellent young people who had confidence in themselves, so they did not have any irritation and complaints, but were ready to return without success today and continue the next day.

Fortunately, Tariq didn't test this trick with the old time, and the reason why he delayed for an hour was just to prepare.

So, while these young people were sitting on the ground with nothing to do, ready to wait. The door opened, and a giant dressed in wolf skin, wearing a necklace of wolf teeth carved with runes, and a light blue power armor stepped out.

Tariq opened the door and didn't say anything exciting, he just said in a flat tone.

"If you want to become a Space Marine, you must prove your qualifications with your skills and force. Now, follow me. ”

With that, Tariq walked inside, leaving the crowd staring at each other. Soon, however, someone caught up with Tariq and ran inside.

With the example in mind, the rest of the crowd chased after him without showing any weakness, and trotted to keep up with Tariq, who was walking briskly.

And the fanged veterans standing guard at the gate did not prevent them from entering because of Tariq's leadership, and let them run in, as long as they entered the barracks, there would naturally be another brother responsible for preventing the situation from happening.

Tariq led them through a silent corridor, and as they passed by a combat training ground, they were caught by Space Marines fighting with training swords.

I saw that more than a dozen sons of Ruth who were training each formed a team, and then slashed at the opponent with a long sword, as if the enemy was not a teammate on the other side, the fierce expression and the unsparing slash frightened several young people who had not really seen blood, only the five young people who walked in the forefront did not change their faces, and there were even some yearning and fanatical looks in their eyes.

And these young people who followed Tariq didn't know that all this scene had been seen by Tariq through the hidden servo skulls on both sides of the corridor, and he labeled those young people who did not perform well as out of the game.

Inside a bright, flat training ground, Tariq paused, turned and pointed to the weapon rack next to the training ground, and said.

"The Warband doesn't need the weak to join the Warband, and there are twenty-three of you in total, now you go and pick up your weapons, and there will be an Asterta monk from the Warband to test you, you must hold on to his hands for a minute, so that those who pass will be considered passing."

At this, Tariq had a cruel and murderous smile on his face, startling several young men who were watching him.

"As for what kind of weapon you want to use, that's what you think and choose for yourself, now you go to the side of the field and start choosing."

Fighting the Imperial Demigods made two cowards hidden in the crowd tremble, and one of them, a young man with a righteous expression on his face, stood up and protested loudly as if he was thinking about everyone.

"Nope! It's not fair, the Asterta monks are all demigods of the Empire, and their fighting skills and superhuman physical fitness honed by a hundred battles are simply not comparable to us. So, I would like to protest that this has to be done in a different way. ”

Under Tariq's brainless eyes, the young man who stood up with a righteous face and protested loudly began to incite the participants next to him, trying to use his own words to incite others to stand up against this unfair test method.

However, whether it was Tariq looking at the young man with idiot eyes, even the few companions who knew him next door quietly moved their steps away from the idiot.

"Hey, isn't this the second son of the deputy head of the Imperial Propaganda Department?"

"That's right, that's him! I didn't expect to be famous than to meet, I heard that he was an outstanding orator, and he would have great achievements in politics in the future, and his father was very sorry that he could not inherit the family? Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a vain person, an idiot who didn't know how to observe the situation at the scene! ”

"Don't talk, stay away from him, and don't be mistaken by the examiner for us being in the same group as him, and we'll be in trouble."

In this way, the passionate speaker was unconsciously isolated from a small circle. Thus it appears to be very conspicuous, but the speaker is unconscious, still giving his speech, and it seems that he is still smug about his performance, and is complacent, and the speech is more energetic. (To be continued.) )