The display screen ticked, one notification, another notice, the cabin inspection chart for today, the foundry hall was applying to call the pottery steel of the galaxy next door, the problems reported by the various management were summarized, and three more death guards applied to meet with Motarian.

The light shifts on Motarion's power armor, sleek armor that reflects a dazzling light, notice after notice.

The original sat at his desk, silently checking and approving as countless death guards ran around their posts aboard the Fortitude.

Mobilization and change always require a lot of manpower and energy.

The empty and bright room, on the wall in the center of the door, directly above the original body, was a slowly hanging linen banner with fine stitches, silent skeletons surrounded by spikes, and the badge of the Death Guard watching them silently.

A time reminder pops up on the display, and it's time for the next batch of approvals to begin.

Motarian looked up, and in the corner of the wall, Hades was curled up in the corner and fell asleep with the obituary of the war scythe in his arms, and the sound of snoring directly broke the silence of the room.

"Hades, wake up."

The snoring continues.

Motarian thought for a moment, and drew his pistol from his waist, the blue glow of alien technology began to charge, and with a humming sound, he pointed his gun at Hades.

"Huh?!"

Hades, who was still snoring just now, instantly bounced up, holding the scythe in a posture.

Satisfied, Motarian withdrew the lamp and pretended nothing had happened, while he looked away, pretending not to see the scythe's obituary stained with saliva.

"It's time for the next batch of approvals, Hades, wake up."

Realizing that Motarian was just telling him to get up and work, Hades, who had just woken up, instantly wilted, staggered to the side of the sickle, and reached out to wipe Hada's son.

The brain is a mess and groggy, even a space soldier wouldn't be so boiled.

Since that conversation, Hades has started working at high intensity, lying down for an hour every day, and being forced to work overtime by the struggle of this gang of workers.

Emperor, Motarian now sleeps ten minutes a day, he really can't survive!

That's why he just wants to be a small soldier, nothing else, it's convenient to fish.

Hades felt like he was back in the hard old days when he was building a stronghold on Barbaros.

Alas, it's a pity that things are not people.

Hades forced a blink again to clear himself up, and then took a brief look at the power armor and the sickle obituary, fine, no problem.

As if realizing that Hades was ready, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Mortarian turned off the display, and the ticking stopped.

Hades stood in the center of the room and erected his obituary.

"Please come in."

Motarian's hoarse voice rang out.

Hades quickly got into the groove and put on a face when a qualified backdrop.

The door opened, and a fighter in a regular combat uniform entered the house.

He stood upright and performed the Aquila salute.

Motarian nodded, motioning for him to put it down.

"Please."

Motarian looked at Hades, who handed the scythe obituary to the comer, asking him to hold it in both hands.

A slightly swaying white light, well, no problem.

"By swearing with the weapons given by the Emperor, you will speak what you think in your heart and will not hide it."

Even though Motarian was convinced that there was nothing wrong with his offspring, Hades decided to have it screened.

After learning that Hades could conduct the Black Domain through the Scythe Obituary, Motarian and Hades chose this method.

It just so happened that he could use the name of selecting a new unit.

In the Legion, it is still more common to swear by using the weapon given by the Emperor.

While Hades was still pondering how to justify the use of his weapon to make the warriors swear an oath, Motarian said directly to Barasin lightly,

"Take the oath with Hades' obituary, this is the first weapon that the emperor has given to the Death Guard after the establishment of the Death Guard."

Ha, is this possible?!

Staring at the obituary in his hand, Hades was once again lost in thought. Well. It does seem so.

Why didn't he think of it?

The silence in the room pulled Hades' distraction back as he finished his job, and Hades silently walked to the corner, looking at Motarian and the Barbaros warrior.

"Denier, what do you see?"

The warrior across from him flickered, and then spoke,

"I saw twisted flesh and pus"

"My eyes seemed to be covered in white mist, and I felt like I was lying on a pile of corpses."

"And then."

Denier hesitated,

Motarian stared at him quietly,

As if with a lot of determination, Denier spoke,

"I saw you on your knees."

Motarian didn't move, and most of the warriors saw it mostly.

"What you say is true?"

The silent pressure of the original body fell, and the breath in the room seemed to become cold in an instant.

Denier trembled for a moment, but immediately looked firm again,

"I swear it's all I've seen."

"Okay."

Motarian raised an eyebrow to signal the interrogation-style interview to end.

Hades stepped forward, took the scythe, watched Denier leave, and waited silently for the next comer.

"Almost?"

Hades leaned over to look at the monitor in front of Motarian, and during the five hours of interrogation, they had also picked out a few good candidates.

And, to Hades' surprise, even after the previous fantasy, there were no signs of corrosion in the Death Guard.

Even Karastiphon was merely frightened.

"Hmm."

Motarian was still pondering, where would he find the untouchable?

(End of chapter)