The sky in Barbaros was as bleak as ever, but for the farmers who were accustomed to farming here, it was a bright and sunny day.

Hades stood in the field, pondering how to arrange the recruitment of the Death Guard.

According to his own vision, the recruitment of the Death Guard will have two main sources: voluntary registration and the Death Guard's private recruitment of talent.

He didn't have to worry about the obstruction of conscription or anything, the current social structure of Barbaros was still very simple, and there was no such thing as a so-called family and nobility.

The Death Guard has absolute control over the planet.

After all, on some planets, it would be a rare honor to be chosen as a Space Marine, and many nobles would follow in their sons to be selected into the legion to further expand their power.

However, there is no such atmosphere in Barbarus, everyone is very poor, and there is no extra resources to support the landlords and the like, and there will be no bloody incidents similar to the kind of families blocking each other's recruitment.

In fact, Death Guard requires a lot of recruits, but this does not mean that an individual can become a Death Guard, and high-quality conscription is also a guarantee of the strength of the legion.

The first batch of Barbaros who were reformed that year were also veterans who had fought with Motarian in the poison gas for many years, and they could be regarded as the most top-notch people in Barbarus.

And now, due to the intervention of the Empire and the Mechonism, there has long been no large-scale war on Barbarus, and after the legion left, a large number of Barbaros young adults poured into the construction of the Star Ring, leaving the old and weak women and children on the surface of Barbarus.

Of course, he wasn't recruiting young adults who were working on the ring, they were too old to miss the best age to undergo remodeling surgery.

The children who were left behind by their parents, or sent back to Barbarous, are the targets that Hades will focus on recruiting this time.

There are no resources for people without labor on the Ring, so most of the children born there are sent back to Barbaros by their parents.

On the other hand, Barbaros still maintains a small-scale farming model because the mechanical sages still haven't figured out the biological factions here, and they don't dare to easily rebuild the original planet's home planet after burning the glass.

Some agricultural machinery, which is temporarily suitable for local crops, was introduced as tools for the transition period.

Because the sages believed that this awkward period would pass sooner or later, there was no need to design a dedicated assembly line for the now inefficient and low-yielding crops on Barbarus.

But until the first battle of Death Guard was over, this awkward period had not passed.

Well.

Hades still remembers the image of the sages staring at them when he went to ask them about their progress.

and throwing Hades a bunch of papers to prove that they were really working.

Facing the sage, Hades, who put on a polite smile, almost didn't hold back.

Of course, they are not embarrassed, as Hades, who has lived on Barbaros for a while, naturally knows the strangeness of Barbarus.

This is estimated to have to wait for him to see if he can exorcise the Nurgle Psionic Energy from this planet.

And back to Barbarus, this planet originally had no mining base, and was developed only by agriculture, near the equatorial ocean, and some fisheries.

Because there was no surplus productive capacity, and the basis for industrial development, Barbaros commerce did not develop at all, and barter transactions can even be seen in most areas.

In fact, Motarian's stronghold was also a distribution system, money? Money is something.

That is, those who come back from the Star Ring will come back with some Imperial currency, but these small pieces of metal are basically useless on Barbarus.

Interestingly, however, Hades found that some trinkets that could be used to decorate gas masks were particularly popular on Barbarus, and these small items made of industrial scraps were taken off the ring by some well-wishers and exchanged for food.

A peculiar sight appeared—

The young adults on Barbaros will choose to work in the Star Ring, because the environment there is generally better, and the emerging human settlements also attract the attention of the Barbaros people who have cultivated fields all their lives.

The mechanical sages or imperial bureaucrats on the rings will exchange a large amount of necessities for their labor, and even if they cannot continue to work, this large amount of supplies will be enough for them to return to Barbaros for the rest of their lives.

At present, Barbarus's Star Ring is mainly responsible for the production of various semi-finished mechanical components that may be used in the transformation of Barbarus in the future, as well as the production of some of the living materials of the Death Guard Legion.

Of course, some of the nimble Barbaros would choose to join the service industry, either by becoming servants of the imperial bureaucracy or by starting a business in a human settlement.

Of course, the more courageous will try to catch a passing merchant ship and leave their homeland altogether.

Compared to Barbarus, which is still lifeless, the star rings around it reveal the rapid development of a civilization after getting rid of the predicament of survival.

And on Barbarus, those who choose to stay, or wait for themselves to become high-level laborers, and then go to work on the rings, are still doing the necessary farming day in and day out.

Every morning, the children of the village would walk in groups to work outside the village, on their farmlands.

The elderly, on the other hand, are engaged in the rough processing of agricultural products and household chores such as cooking at home.

Previously, the Death Guards stationed in Barbaros regularly patrolled human settlements large and small, so these villages, which lacked a young and middle-aged workforce, were rarely attacked by wildlife.

Now, the life of a standard Barbaros man would be like this-

Born on a star ring, he was sent back to Barbaros by his parents and raised by an old man or a relative from the same village.

When he or she is old enough to pick up farm tools, plowing begins.

When he or she is older enough to do most of the work on the Ring, he or she travels to the Ring, where he or she spends most of his life, meeting love, giving birth to a child, and sending the child back to Barbarus.

If they live long enough to live to lose the value of their labor, then they will return to Barbaros with their savings to help their children with their grandchildren.

Of course, this story should only last one generation at present, wealth has not yet been accumulated, and the first batch of old people have just returned to their hometowns.

Hades blinked.

This is a sense of sight. How is it so strong?

He wanted to change the current situation, but it was imperative to select the first batch of recruits first, and then think about the construction of Barbaros in the long run.

Barbaros can't go on like this for long, and Hades is well aware of that.

The industry on the ring is not enough to support the explosive growth of the population for a long time, and it will have to be Barbarus, a planet, to take on this task.

But until Nurgle's psionic problem is solved, the planet is not suitable for other long-term construction plans.

Psionic might have tried the blackstone obelisk, but the obelisk had been more completely damaged since the last time he tossed it

And the scope of work of a blackstone obelisk certainly can't do to envelop a planet.

"Are you thinking about how to select recruits?"

A familiar voice interrupted Hades' thoughts.

Hades didn't even twist his head,

"Finally out of the infirmary?"

Motarian glanced at Hades, then silently looked away.

Hades. Did you talk like that before?

"It's really hard to accept."

As he sat there, in front of the dying Callas, Motarian thought a lot.

What did he do to make his friend choose such a path of betrayal?

Perhaps Kalas was not voluntary, but chose to ignore his old friend for his gradual depravity.

Mortarian still remembers the first time he met Karastiphon, a distraught young man, struggling to get up from the dirt,

"Motarian, I know you, you're the child of the Alien Lord."

Then the young man smiled slyly,

"I knew you were going to save us."

"Come with us, down the mountain, to the human village."

In the distance, Hades, who was still a child, sat in a truck and yelled at them to run.

Motarian was still thinking about revenge on his adoptive father, because he didn't think Nacre would give up and follow them? Then he's going to kill everyone.

But Kalas grabbed his wrist and dragged himself down the hill.

He is the Primordial, and the power of mortals is not worth mentioning to him.

But he was still dragged over, and since then, he has been dragged to the side of fate.

But Callas

Can he drag Kalas out of the mire of fate?

Will Karastiphon, who is still unconscious, give him this chance?

If Motarian is going to lose this opportunity completely, can he try not to cause a bigger tragedy?

Perhaps I have been obsessed with liberation before, and I have neglected too much.

Liberation, yes, liberation.

He has been liberating, he is chasing liberation.

The vow that the three of them had made was liberation, and the words he had meditated countless times were liberation.

But while Callas lay lifeless in bed, Hades was anxiously planning for conscription and many other things.

Did Motarian suddenly realize that what he wanted was really just liberation?

What they promised to him was liberation itself, or the infinite possibilities after liberation?

He remembered that when he was preparing to attack Nacre, he had envisioned the livelihood and recovery of Barbaros after that.

But then it was interrupted by the emperor.

This was followed by the promise of the biological father, a greater liberation, a more brilliant liberation

Motarian admits that there was a moment when he was indeed shaken by the empty assurance.

He did so without hesitation, patiently sharpening his scythe once more, vowing to liberate world after world.

It was as if he was climbing a mountain that never ended.

But did the world he liberated before really cheer for the liberation that he once had?

"You can't substitute one tyranny for another."

"Have you spoken to the locals?"

Are the children he leads really proud of his emancipation?

Motarian pondered in silence under the mask of his breath as poison slowly trickled down the statue.

He eventually came out of the infirmary, and the Barbaros never mourned the injuries for long, life would always go on, and the grieving weak would be consumed by poison gas.

Only a strong man who adapts to reality can survive, even if reality is not what he once thought.

Motarian blinked, staring at Hades, who was surveying the terrain and thinking about the selection of recruits.

"I came out of the infirmary,"

"Because the infirmary isn't a quiet place, Vaux and Garro's requests for communications are sent to me every five minutes."

Hades turned his head and glanced at Motarian in disbelief, who had a rare display of his dry sense of humor.

They tacitly kept silent on the topic of Karastiphon.

"Ah, I hope Garrow and Voks are okay"

Hades sighed,

"How's going on with them?"

"The post-war clean-up work is almost done, but they are still negotiating with the Imperial Department to take over the administration."

"Interestingly,"

Motarian said,

"According to Garro, the empire even sent two groups of bureaucrats who had reversed orders to implement different tax policies."

Hades shook his head silently, the administrative part of the empire. As always, in line with his stereotypes.

"Then you're not going to help them with Garaspa's affairs? Come and see the conscription? ”

"The second conscription of Barbaros, of course I should be on the spot."

Motarian was rightly arrogant.

"And I've already approved Garaspa's post-war handling, and I'll leave the tasks of connecting with the other forces to Garo and Vaux."

The efficiency of the Primordial was as amazing as ever, but Motarian also decisively relinquished power on the minutiae of his unwillingness to manage.

Without giving Hades a chance to ask about his work again, Motarian spoke directly.

"By the way, how are you going to select new recruits?"

Hades shrugged,

"I haven't figured it out yet."

Is it simply to look at the indicators of the physical examination, or to capture some beasts for a fighting match, or to directly let the selectors play against each other in the promotion match?

These are relatively common ideas, and the selection of recruits often serves the positioning of each legion.

Space wolves, for example, will throw the new recruits to be screened onto the snowy fields of Fenris, and if they can return alive, they will get a ticket.

There are various methods for physical fitness, and Hades wants to choose a quick way to save trouble.

But Hades hopes that when he selects recruits who are physically qualified, can he screen them psychologically and mentally?

During the Great Expedition, the Legion's ideological review of recruits was quite relaxed, infinitely close to nothing.

But this can't be blamed on the legion, after all, the selection criteria of the mind and mind are too idealistic -

"Simply,"

Motarian's power armor clicked, and he raised the scythe in his hand to point to the mountains in the distance,

"Just let them climb the mountain."

"Death guards need to be tough, and only those who survive in nature can become a qualified death guard."

Hades looked at the mountains, and as the altitude increased, the poison gas became more intense.

Back then, the training of the Death Guard Resistance was also to take them to climb mountains.

"Yes."

Hades said slowly, but before he could, he had to make sure that there was no Nurgle Psionic interference in the poison gas there.

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