The roaring casting hall of machinery, day and night, is casting, pure gold, ceramic steel, plastic steel, a large amount of materials are swallowed, and in this behemoth is disassembled and reshaped into a representative of power.

The casting hall, which was originally crowded with people, was now only a few technical sergeants walking in the middle.

Most of the sages from Mars have returned to the transport ship at the moment, and some biological sages, as well as food sages, have stayed, and they have been stationed on the star ring of Barbaros with their large and cumbersome academic troops, in the name of the emperor, or in the pursuit of knowledge, choosing to stay and transform the strange planet of Barbarus.

Hades stood silently at Enrique's workbench, the master foundry, watching Enrique write letters of recommendation.

On the thick parchment, the black ciphertext is densely packed, and through a preliminary peek, Hades believes that this is a binary cipher that uses at least three keys.

Enrique was engrossed in writing the letter, the wool pen in his hand was constantly shaking, a script that required extreme precision, and, in the invisible field of light, a hidden laser dot on Enrique's arm was also engraved with ciphertext at the same time.

This is the prudence of the Mechanism alone.

Each Techno-Sergeant recommended by the Legion to Mars will hold a one-of-a-kind letter of recommendation, which will be fully engraved with the Technoser's genetic code, as well as the Martian Secret Pattern of the Master Foundry who recommended him.

The Church of the Mechanics grants them different keys and letter-writing skills depending on the Legion, and the unique way of writing letters ensures that only the Legion's Master Foundry can hold the pen.

This is done just to ensure that no one impersonates him.

Enrique thought as he wrote, even if there were so many twists and turns in the end, he Hades was not in our foundry hall!

What Garo, what Barasin, in the end it was he Enrique who picked up the leak!

Although some unpleasant things have happened recently, as sane technical sergeants, everyone in the Foundry Hall is very calm.

The techno-sergeants who had long been educated by the Martian Cult were quite tolerant of concepts like "gods".

And they've been negotiating with the mechanical sages, but they've recovered very quickly afterwards.

However, the demand for promethine fuel and deflagration weapons has increased significantly.

After this incident, the other company commanders completely forgot about the recruitment of the Foundry Hall, and when it came time for the Martian transport ship to finally leave, Hades was the only one who took the initiative to sign up.

See, this is the apparition of the Om Messiah, the most wanted person in their foundry hall has come!

As if to prevent Hades from regretting running away, Enrique's pen wrote faster and faster,—— even in the enhanced vision of the Space Marine, the afterimage was already quickly rubbed out.

Hades watched as Enrique wrote, silently sorting through his important memories and locking them in his left brain.

And then—he saw the strange mechanical sage walking silently in the hallway.

"That. Master Foundry? ”

"Huh?"

As he wrote, Enrique happily asked Hades what was wrong.

"I once met a mechanical sage on a path on the left side of the fourth floor of the Endurance."

"He walked alone on the path, and there were no servants around."

Enrique's mind was still immersed in the encrypted message at the moment, so he said casually,

"You read it wrong, the sage will be followed by quite a few people, at least one of the technical sergeants of the legion will follow him."

Hades blinked, then accentuated his tone and said seriously,

"I'm sure I'm right, it's a lone mechanical sage who meets me on the corridor and leaves."

Enrique's frantically writing hand shuddered and stopped in an instant.

Damn, the laser made a mistake and had to be rewritten.

But now is not the time to write letters.

Enrique raised his head and stared at Hades seriously,

"What you say is true?"

"I swear what I say is what I see."

Hiss.

Enrique, the master foundry, began to speculate wildly in his head.

A solitary mechanical sage?!

Impossible, impossible.

The technologies on the Death Guard are all provided by Mars, and Enrique has not developed other technologies of his own, and the original Twilight Raiders will report to Mars even if they capture alien technology in previous campaigns.

The technology of the Barbaros system was surveyed and evaluated by the Legion's technical sergeants and the Mechonists.

For these mechanical sages with the latest technology, there is no need for the Death Guard to be viewed by them!

Moreover, a sage who has escaped the surveillance of the Foundry Hall will be exposed in front of a recruit?!

High probability. It won't be.

Enrique's eyes moved to the left side of Hades' head.

It is said that the left brain of this recruit is a technology given by the emperor.

Those crazy mechanical sages, they don't think about it!

No way! Absolutely not!

If you can't send people to Mars, you won't be able to come back!

Mars is far from being as simple as a double-headed eagle on the Empire, Mars itself is a complex sect, and the sages are involved in each other.

Enrique was studying on Mars at the time, which was actually a semi-closed study provided for them by the pro-emperor faction on Mars.

But there is a high probability that a sage is eyeing Hades.

Mars has its own sphere of influence, compared to the relationship between superiors and subordinates, Mars and the empire are more similar to cooperation, with a large number of independent rights, and the power of the empire is difficult to manage it, let alone a single legion!

Enrique stared at Hades for a long time before he spoke slowly,

"Hades, did someone recommend you to Mars, or did you go voluntarily?"

Hearing this question, Hades was shocked, but he pretended to be studious and ignorant with good acting skills, and replied naturally,

"Voluntary."

"What's wrong, Master Forge?"

Hades looked at Enrique curiously, and Enrique seemed to be stuck in his trachea, and froze for a moment before saying,

"Hades, this time you are the only one to apply to Mars, the number of people is too small to operate."

"Otherwise, you can wait for the next time the Legion sends soldiers to Mars on a large scale."

？！

Hades is a card, big brother, I passed five levels and killed six generals before, and persuaded a group of people to let me leave, but I didn't expect to get stuck with you?

No, just taking advantage of the fact that the Silent Nun was on the fleet during this time, Hades was relieved to leave quickly, otherwise, it would really be that there would be no store in this village.

Moreover, this is the task given to him by Machado, he has to go!

So, Hades launched an offensive, and in disbelief, with a thirst for learning, looked at Enrique,

"I'm very sorry, but I'd love to leave this time, otherwise, I don't think I will have a chance in the future."

Enrique gritted his teeth secretly, he hadn't met such a seedling who was suitable for learning machinery for a long time, and he also knew that Barasin didn't want to let Hades go.

But

No, as of now, there have been no cases of Space Marines going to Mars to study death, and the worst thing is to enter Dreadnought, which Hades probably won't

Moreover, the Legion Commander also went to Terra, will. Will it be okay?

Enrique thought fiercely for a long time, and finally, he slowly pulled a new piece of letter paper from the table, and the dark green shading spread on it, Enrique took a deep breath and began to write again.

"Hades."

Enrique shouted,

"Huh?"

You can't say it directly, some sages have the technology to check people's memories

"When you get there, although the factory is semi-open, try not to go to the wasteland."

"Hmm."

Hades nodded, watching Enrique rewrite,

"And. This time, the Death Guard sent you one, so try to get in touch with the technical sergeants of the other legions. ”

"I recommend going to the Imperial Fist, or the Techno-Sergeant of the Iron Hand, who have generally received some training in advance in the Legion and have a good relationship with the Mechists."

"And, of course, the Iron Warriors, but I wouldn't advise you to find them, they're sometimes grumpy."

"Salamanders are also good warriors, you can interact with them more."

Salamanders. If something happens to Hades, these kind and somewhat stubborn warriors may come out and do something.

"For the rest, the technical sergeants of the Dark Angel are just coming over for a walk, you don't mess with them, just respect."

The Dark Angel has the technology to break away from the Martian Mechanic.

"And the space wolves, stay away from them."

Space Executioners, the Legions are reluctant to touch them.

"The rest, the Holy Blood Angels, War Dogs, and Ultramarines are all disciplined, glorious warriors, and you can come into contact with them, although they are not too special in terms of technology, but their legion culture is awe-inspiring."

The last noun is written down, and it's the binary name that has been encrypted five times –

"Hades."

Picking up the letter, Enrique read it slowly again, and then he sighed unconsciously.

"Hades, study hard, and although Mars is mysterious, don't wander around."

"Take care of yourself, stay with the soldiers of the other legions, and don't be left alone."

"If learning skills is too boring, you can go and compete with the soldiers of other legions, but don't make a lot of trouble."

Enrique took out a dark green, off-white envelope and folded it and put it in.

The pale wax of the nanomachines slowly dripped on, and Enrique picked up the seal and imprinted the Death Guard's insignia.

He stared at the letter.

The last letter was still dark red and off-white.

But none of this matters, Enrique looked at Hades with thoughts in his eyes,

"Study hard and protect yourself."

"If there is an accident, apply for an early return."

Hades blinked at this scene. Why is the sense of déjà vu so strong?

He even felt mercy on this master of five big and three rough castings.

Enrique gave Hades another deep look,

"Protect yourself."

"Remember."

Mortarian stood on the deck, his tall, thin body like a dead tree.

Somewhere in the soul, his children are calling him.

They are reluctant.

But parting is a must, they need to grow.

He needs to grow up too.

Motarian took a deep breath, the respirator humming, and then he stepped onto the black ship.

"Salute!"

Belch. Well. Yes?

Watched!

As a result of the re-division, Hades' area of the seventh company was inhabited by a large number of Barbaros.

When he went back to collect his belongings, many people opened the door and stood to welcome him!

In the long hallway, the doors of all the recruits opened, and with a shout, everyone stood upright, silently saluting Hades as he walked by.

Respect the strong.

Well.

Hades is calm on the surface, and his steps are moving forward unchanged, but in fact, his heart is already chaotic.

Never before on Barbaros had he been so warmly welcomed and saluted due to his physique.

However, heavy footsteps interrupted Barbarus's tacit understanding,

"Give me a rest!!

"Tomorrow, the new recruits will have high-intensity physical fitness!"

Blanca's roar echoed through the hallway.

In the long corridor, the door that had just been opened closed instantly, and there was silence for a while.

Well. Hades looked across the side, and Blanca walked towards him angrily.

Forehead.

However, Blanca rushed over and gave Hades a powerful hug, then let go,

"Good boy, you still want to run."

With a hearty smile on his face, Blanca continued to hurry with Hades,

"You don't know what you've done."

Although Blanca could not be told the whole story, he knew that the fusion of the Legions, which had seemed quite difficult, had now become much easier.

Most of the credit for all this goes to Hades.

Unexpectedly, the recruits who looked at the melon and melon cowardice at the beginning were much stronger than he expected!

Despite that fantasy, Blanca didn't care at all.

Before that fantasy came, he probably didn't know that he had died in that corner for a long time.

In fact, the original Blanca died in the Istavan V massacre, he did not experience the Legion Corruption, and the illusion had a slightly smaller effect on him.

Compared to the unbridled recruits, Blanca knows that the present is what is most necessary.

After all, at least a quarter of the recruits could not survive the first campaign of the Legion.

But he'll try to take his team with him.

There are more old guys who want to die, and it is not the turn of recruits.

But for now, send Hades away first.

Even if Blanca doesn't understand why Hades is still obsessed with going to Mars in this situation, isn't it good for him to work here and break into management?

Hades' room arrived, and Blanca stood in the doorway, waiting for Hades to clean up.

Hades looked at his empty room, but he really didn't have anything to take.

A few washable clothes, an obituary for a scythe, a deflagration gun, a hot melt gun, a flamethrower, a melee dagger with a wide blood groove on it, and a Barbaros heavy machete.

In a sense, except for the scythe obituary, everything that is left of Hades is standard with the Death Guard.

Hades blinked, letting the servants in and take the items.

In the depths of the universe, the coat of arms of the Martian casting world is heavily imprinted on the massive hulls of ships, and skeletons surrounded by gears are forever thirsty for all the truth of the world.

The engine roared, and the plasma tail flame slowly dragged by, creating brilliant waves of water in the void.

Beside the huge transports, countless escort ships and cruisers turned nimbly like small fish, tiny flames lit to keep up with their mothers.

However, even the massive Martian transport ship was a drop in the bucket compared to the Glorious Queen-class Endurance beside it.

The cruisers and battleships of the Death Guard scattered along their predetermined trajectories, making way for the Mecha fleet surrounded by them.

Hades leaned against the glass of his room and looked out—

The bow of the ship is extremely pointed, and the whole ship is smooth and flowing, it is the Fourth Knight.

The one that looked heavy and slow, with a distinctive forked bow, was the Terminal.

There is also my dead female number, the sickle of death, and the depression number.

The flagships of the Death Guards slashed past the windows, turning into bright dots.

The Martian transport ship slowly accelerated, its engine stage propulsion, and soon the fleet sailed away from the arms of the death guards and rowed into Mandeville Point on the edge of the Barbaros system.

Here, the fleet will tear through the barriers between reality and subspace, and enter the pre-planned subspace shipping lanes without affecting the other ladders in the galaxy.

Geller's position is opened, and the waves of magnificent disillusionment are lapping against the borders of reality.

Next stop, the solar system, Mars.

Goodbye, Barbarus.

Goodbye, Death Guard.

The Fourteenth Legion Arc, over! (≧▽≦)

Next, Mars!

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By the way, my Dead Lady is my own translation, and in other translations, she is translated as "My Death Lady"

The original English text is "My Death Lady"

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