Half a month later.

Motarian stared at the sky with a gloomy expression.

Above the gray sky of Garaspa, the roaring engines of the warplanes grew louder and louder.

They are the Inquisitors who evaluate the first battle of the Death Guard.

Motarian knocked on the scythe in his hand in annoyance, and the timing they chose was not very good, because the pharmacist told Motarian that Hades, who had fallen into suspended animation, was about to wake up-

Turn the time back to a dozen days ago.

Motarian had watched with satisfaction as the Galaspar system collapsed under the onslaught of the Death Guards, and after they took down the supreme ruler of the Galaspar Lair, harvesting the remaining army that had fled in a panic and rout was a breeze for the Death Guards.

The news spread that the ruler had been beheaded, and after that, they did not suffer a single revolt.

Motarian was relieved to see that the order that the tyrant had worked so hard to maintain had been destroyed by the death guards.

But he didn't rejoice for long.

The Expedited Star Whisper from a distant star field arrived almost along with the transport fleet, and before Mortarian could even react, he was stuffed with a small ship by the passing Mecha transport fleet.

[We were ordered to transport the technical sergeants of the Death Guard, but when we found them, they were not in very good shape, and the commissioned sage was dead. 】

[But the Kirkland Sage has had dealings with our casting world,]

[Therefore, we have given the necessary treatment to the wounded and have no claim for what they find. 】

[This is the full video of us when we found them, as well as the contact video afterwards.] 】

Enrique, a mechanical sage who had obviously been pushed out, said Enrique, the master foundry who had come to greet him.

An encrypted video was transmitted.

After unloading the cabin, the mechanical sage drove the boat away as fast as he could.

Enrique had a sense of foreboding in his heart, and he stared at the cabin, and the automatic hatch slowly opened—

A half-dead unconscious Hades, a ragged, tattered servant of technology, a pile of sage remains, a black stone obelisk that had been dug up in its entirety and dirt (it was obvious that the cabin was so large that it was here to transport it), and a woman locked up in a stasis field.

Enrique's eyes darkened, but even so, he immediately called the apothecary of the Death Guard, as well as the Legion Commander.

So, that's why Motarian sat silently in the solitary medical room with no joy or sorrow on his face, even though he had a pile of post-war papers to deal with.

In front of him, several pharmacists were busy, and the icy liquid slowly dripped from the infusion bag.

Motarian had wanted to call a few more apothecaries, but apparently, there was a shortage of apothecaries in the Death Guard that had just survived the Battle of Galaspa.

"Standard feigned death, my lord."

Finally, the apothecary Leo stood in front of Motarian, who exuded the unapproachability of the living.

Like a sculpture, Motarian snorted.

"His second heart was pierced by a sword-like weapon, and Sergeant Hades was later forcibly injected with a stimulant drug, which caused a second damage to his heart."

Motarian still remembers that the report from Hades was a "simple" scientific expedition.

He stared at Hades, who was pale like a corpse from blood loss.

The pharmacist's words interrupted his thoughts.

"In addition to this, Sergeant Hades is moderately depleted, has extremely low blood sugar, and has some internal bleeding in the right half of his brain."

Motarian blinked slowly, but the apothecary opposite him immediately continued, as if frightened.

"The good news is that after replenishing nutrients, Sergeant Hades can recover from suspended animation with a certain wake-up program."

"But we'll need some time."

This was indeed reassuring news, so Motarian let the pharmacist in front of him go back to work.

He blinked, turned his head slowly, and stared at the mechanical servant in the corner of the medical room, trying to shrink his presence.

"You're Hades' assistant, explain?"

Kim, who was trying to shrink his size, burst into a crackling bolt of lightning.

"I want you to explain what the hell is going on."

Kim felt like he was a little bit away from dying.

Past.

A dry wind blows.

Kim turned his life support system up to its lowest power, and he leaned against Hades, who was in a deep coma, waiting for rescue.

It didn't take long for the shuttle that marked the Cult of the Mechanica's emblem and the nearby world-exclusive emblem to descend in front of them.

saved.

Kim wanted to, but he wasn't completely saved.

He had to use his shattered mechanical body to force himself to his feet and negotiate with the sage opposite.

Their current situation is a windfall for mechanical sages from other casting worlds.

The corpse of a sage, the storage module inside is not even broken, and some alien technology, the sages who regard knowledge as gold will not let them go easily.

But Kim knew what to do.

Using the information he had gathered at Hades' side, he managed to bluff the other side and make a deal with them using Kirkland's shuttle.

The sages who forged the world probably wanted to find something on Kirkland's shuttle, but it was clear that Kim knew there was nothing.

The good news is that the sages of the Forge World weren't that interested in alien technology, so they were able to help Kim pack the obelisk.

So they came back disgraced, and Kim only hoped that the Death Guard would give him some mechanical parts to repair his mechanical body.

But for now.

Kim looked at the original body in front of him, staring at him.

Hades, wake up?!!

It's scary to talk to the original!!

Coming out of the medical room, the heavy footsteps of the original body smashed down the hallway.

Volks, the commander of the 1st Company, who had been waiting outside the medical room, immediately followed the footsteps of the original body and continued to report on various affairs after the war.

The Death Shrouds behind him also silently followed the footsteps of the original body.

The former commander of the first company, Barasin, was seriously injured and unconscious when he was attacked by the enemy with a heavy mining machine while crossing a narrow corridor, so he was hidden in a dreadnought mecha by the apothecary, and is now asleep.

So Barasin's special Vaux took his place, but it was clear that Vaux was still some distance from becoming a full-fledged chief company commander, so the leader of the undertaker, Garo, acted as an agent for some of the affairs of the first company.

Aside from the dead and the wounded, the entire Death Watch is now busy up and down.

It's just crazy.

So even Motarian couldn't stay in the infirmary.

An entire system awaits a post-war takeover, and the Death Guardians must ensure that no one rebels again, and entire legions are scattered across different planets in the Galaspar system for post-war processing.

The Imperial bureaucrats, who had been clamoring for a blockade, immediately sent the tax collection agencies and the Mechanic fleet to inspect when they heard that the Death Guards had recaptured Garaspa.

Greedy and slick, mortal officials with a kind smile on their faces chattered and tried to take over the management of the Death Guard.

It's like a fly.

Motarian thought unhappily.

But the Death Guard will only ensure that the system's armed forces are uprooted and tyranny overthrown, and as for the subsequent management of taxes and other administrative work, that is indeed a matter for the Imperial Bureaucracy.

So no matter how reluctant Motarian is, the Death Guard will have to deal with them.

So he decisively handed over this job to Galo, who was originally the leader of the mourners of the death guard, Galo's job was very easy, even if he acted as part of the management of the first company, he could add some more workload.

He also decisively ignored the figure of Garo who was busy and crazy.

The Death Guard was still too short of men, Motarian thought silently.

He had wanted Kalas to do something, after all, he had been above Barbarus, and Kalas had shared the leadership and command of the south for him.

Compared to Callas, in terms of management, Vox is still a little jerky.

But Kalas already has a job of his own.

After the Battle of Galaspa, the Death Guard suffered heavy losses and was in dire need of reinforcements.

And Motarian, who was entangled in post-war cleanups, was naturally unable to go to Barbaros to recruit troops in person.

At this time, Karastiphon came to him and offered to return to Barbaros to help with the conscription.

Motarian agreed, of course.

Looking into Callas' dark eyes, Motarian suddenly realized that he hadn't spoken to his old friend for a long time.

After all, the last psionic event. The final outcome was indeed a rift for both sides.

"How?"

Motarian was referring to the battle of Galaspa, but Typhon certainly knew what he was asking.

Typhon was silent, eyes sunken in his sockets indicating that he was contemplating.

Rather than Hades, who liked to show emotions, Motarian was always unable to read Karas's expression, and he always liked to hide his expression under his eye sockets and beard.

"We have taught them a lesson, we have put an end to this tyrannical civilized order."

"Just like we did in Barbarus."

Finally Kalas laughed lightly,

"I'm glad that the Death Guard can play such a role in the Great Expedition, and I think that's what Motarian wants."

The consolation from a friend made Motarian, who had been spinning for many days, a little relieved.

"Yes, that's right."

He whispered, and Kalas took the opportunity to make his request,

"Too busy, Grim Reaper, you're always too busy."

"I want to help you too, so let me go back to Barbarus."

That beautiful dark green planet, since waking up that day, an inexplicable longing has always hovered in Callas's heart.

"Okay."

Motarian finally said.

Naturally, the direct orders of the original body did not need to be approved by others, and while everyone was busy, the Death Guard's conscription ship towards Barbarus had also been activated.

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