Perseverance.

The fourth day of training.

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"Ah~"

In the empty No. 4 cafeteria, the crisp sound of metal clashing was particularly loud.

An empty bowl slammed into the metal table.

Hades smiled a little embarrassedly at Vaux on the other side, and then skillfully took the next bowl of white porridge from the servant beside him.

It's not so much a bowl as a pot.

Thick enough to resemble a slime-like white high-protein porridge, and on its surface, large black lumps are slowly sinking as if in a swamp.

Hades took the spoon and stirred the white porridge casually, mixing the black squares containing metals such as calcium with the white porridge evenly—

Then, let's 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 white porridge.

He picked up a spoon and picked up a little porridge, and the thick porridge even slowly pulled the silk from the spoon......

This......

White, viscous, high protein ......

Belch...... Well..... Yes......

Anyway, that's the only way to eat! Death guards who don't pay attention to the food aspect of life culture will indeed only choose this most standard and simple recipe.

Hades thought silently, eating the ...... of the undead Besides, the food of a legion...... The pressure on logistics is also high...... Don't pick......

Then he raised the spoon and licked a mouthful of white porridge as if he were dead—

It smells so good!

Although it is only a simple white porridge, it has a smell like wheat and boiled milk, and the sweetness has a hint of cereal.

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

Pupil Earthquake!

It turned out to be fruity??!!

The hard-looking piece of metal became as soft as a strawberry under the powerful bite force of the Space Marines and the corrosive saliva, slowly deforming as the mouth squeezed.

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

Groove !! Hades feels like he can come to a public pop right now!

Unable to care about anything else, Hades, who was already hungry and faint, immediately began his happy dry life.

...

To be sure, the Space Marine's mouth is generally dulled when it is modified.

But this kind of white porridge is originally a sweet and greasy food, and even makes ordinary people retch, and the metal pieces in it are actually bitter.

But the food on Barbaros has a bitter taste, so Hades automatically filters out this bitterness.

...

Vokes sat across from Hades, somewhat speechless, as he watched the other frantically eat porridge.

This has been ...... It's the ninth bowl, right?

Obviously, the big death guards usually only weigh five bowls......

Vaux glanced at the huge size opposite, Hades, who was close to the Death Guard's current tallest height, but it vaguely gave people the feeling that he could grow taller.

Well......

When Hades finished the thirteenth bowl, he finally let go of his slightly distorted spoon that had been clutched to the ground.

"Are you going to take a look at the dueling cage?"

Vaux looked at Hades, who had just eaten.

It was the third day since he met Hades, and from Hades, Vaux also learned that the other party was training with the combat waiter just like himself.

And Hades trains even crazier than himself.

Hades seniors will also take the initiative to extend the training time on their own!

After the Death Guard's half-hour dinner, there is an hour and a half of free time.

After learning that these two time periods are actually personal discretionary time, Hades chose to combine half an hour of dinner time and an hour of free time with the afternoon sparring training.

Vaux, who had been walking according to the prescribed schedule before, was also led by Hades and extended the training time with Hades.

And today, for some reason, Hades, who has been immersed in sparring and can't extricate himself, suddenly proposed to eat early.

Vaux, who had been beaten dizzy during practice, readily agreed.

So now they had forty minutes left at their disposal.

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

Most people will go to the training cage or the duel cage to continue their combat practice, the former is an individual practice, and the latter is a contest between the warriors of the legion.

Some Space Marines who prefer to be quiet will also choose to organize and wipe their weapons and armor during this time, or go to the archives to read and study.

Hades Senpai shouldn't have been to the dueling cage yet?

Previously, in addition to going to the archives to learn High Gothic, Vaux was going to the dueling cage to spend time.

"Huh? Good. ”

Duel cage? Haven't been, it's worth a look.

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In the empty hall, a few fierce roars came from time to time, and the excited shouts of others cheered, and the bright white light was dazzling from the high platform, and the fighting figures swayed on the stage, and the afterimages flew.

Three high platforms of the same size are placed side by side in the hall, which resembles a large wrestling ring, and under the stage, rows of spectator chairs are placed.

Many fighters gathered around the dueling cage, standing or sitting, nervously staring at every move of the people on the stage, and when they hit the spotlight, they applauded in unison.

However...... The hall seems to be lively, but the two sides are distinct, one side of the hall is full of Barbarus profanity, and the other side of the hall is low Gothic shouts.

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

Hades raised an eyebrow, but ...... Is this kind of scene really expected?

Seeing that Vaux was naturally about to walk towards the Barbaros platform, Hades thought about it, but instead reversed his pace and walked towards the dueling cage of the Terra-origin veteran.

“...... Hades seniors? ”

Vaux whispered to Hades.

Hades turned around, smiled, and motioned for Vaux to go over there himself.

Vaux was visibly startled, but quickly returned to normal, and without saying anything, the two separated.

Hades walked over to the dueling ring, which was full of Terra-origin veterans, and when he approached, the veterans seemed to ignore Hades as nothing, and still concentrated on the fight on the stage.

Pretty good.

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

Hades knows that his sparring has now reached an impasse.

For the first three days, he had been passively beaten, and he was still adapting to this newly modified body.

But after that, Hades felt like he couldn't play at his best level even if he was almost at the end of the run-in.

The reason for this is that Hades's previous style of play is simply not suitable for the potential and ability of this body.

His knife is too stingy, his position is too cautious, his chopping action is still trying to exchange strength, and his defensive posture is still too cautious to rest assured.

But Hades is no longer the physique that slashes at the point from the other side.

The strong body resists the fierce attack, and the key points that are strengthened and protected can let go and change the flaws on the opposite side.

So Hades now urgently needs to see how someone like him, who has this kind of physique, who fights all year round, fights.

On Barbarus's side, it is estimated that the style of play is still the same as before, and it is necessary to change the new style of play, while on the side of the Terra, for the current Hades, it is a real high-quality battle.

Every game, every move, every move is worth his analysis and study!

Hades, who was ignored, sat in the dimly lit corner of the audience, the red light of his left eye flashing......

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Perseverance, a hidden conference room.

Meanwhile.

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The commander of the first company, Barasin, had a complicated expression and looked at Fernando opposite.

Fernando - The Death Guard's Chief Think Tank.

“...... If you have any questions, I can help you request a meeting with the Legionnaire. ”

The deep eyes of the old think tank looked at Barasin,

"Thank you for your kindness, Barasin."

"But I know that the original Motarian made the right decision."

This......

Barasin was still a little incredulous.

Since the return of the original Motarian, the think tank of the former Twilight Raiders has been treated coldly.

The Primordial explicitly states that there is no need for "witchcraft" in the Death Guard.

Existing think tanks will not be allowed to expand further, nor will they occupy an important position on the battlefield of the future.

When the last Think Tank dies, Death Guard will remove the Think Tank as a special class.

Although Barracin hopes that the process of the Primordial taking over the army will go as smoothly as possible, he is well aware of the importance of think tanks to a legion, and after persuading the Primordial to no avail, he came to the current chief think tank, Fernando-

is not only to ask for help, but also to hope that the old think tank will not be dissatisfied with the original body because of this.

Fernando's reaction, however, went far beyond Barracin's imagination.

“...... Why? ”

Why is it that as the chief think tank, not only does not resent this behavior of the original body, but even supports it?

Fernando closed his eyes,

"The original body's decision is correct, and all think tanks have no second thoughts about it."

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the conference room suddenly opened! A man with a spell on his power armor looked at Fernando angrily,

"Why did you betray us?! Betrayal of all think tanks?! ”

"Stand down!"

Barasin, who was still tired just now, suddenly shouted, and Ugo, who broke in, was instantly silenced.

Fernando opened his eyes, and a calm voice rang out,

"You don't have the right to question me, Ugo."

"Go to Torres and get the penalty."

Ugo's face was full of dissatisfaction and resentment, but the psychic coercion quietly unleashed by the Chief Think Tank made him reluctantly close the door and leave.

Before leaving, both men in the room heard a very low-pitched low-goth swear word.

"Makes you laugh."

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

"I expected this reaction."

He smiled,

"But I didn't expect your reaction."

Fernando also smiled tiredly, yes, why.

......

He remembered the twisted and floating flesh on the ship.