At the foot of a hill in Barbaros, Hades looked at the selection queue in front of him, thoughtful.

The mecha skeletons used for propaganda and documentation float in the air, ready to record and broadcast the pre-conscription lecture to the Barbarusians.

This was requested by Motarian, and the original wanted to use this conscription to speak to his people.

In the special position of this mountain, the black stone obelisk that had been arranged for a long time stood quietly, surrounded by countless untouchables and death guards, thinking that it would leave a guarantee for this selection.

After a long Barbarus Standard Week of recruits signed up and screened, now standing across the podium are the children who are about to be selected.

These children, who wore gas masks uniformly distributed by the death guards, will enter the mountains in batches.

Perhaps influenced by the death guards beside them, the children, most of whom were pale and had calluses on their hands, spontaneously chose to remain silent.

Some children even clenched their teeth silently.

Heavily armed death guards stood on either side of the line, clean-wiped chainsaw sickles on the ground, and blasters hung silently at their waists to breathe.

The small damage on the power armor is a sign of the battles they have participated in.

Compared to some legions who like to maintain their armor carefully, apply oil regularly, and decorate their power armor, the Death Guards tend to keep the scars on their armor, and they will not repair them as long as these damage does not affect the function of the power armor.

These scars and gun pits are their own glory.

The silent death guards add a bit of slaughter to this place, they are not angry and arrogant, they are murderous.

The Death Guards present today are all Barbaros who performed well in the Battle of Galaspa.

In addition to Motarian, the other Death Guards also took this selection very seriously, and when Hades came out of the foundry in a daze, he noticed that there was an inexplicable atmosphere inside the Death Guard.

The fighters silently gathered in the training area, wiping their weapons over and over again.

The dueling cage was especially hot at that time.

Are they nervous?

Realizing this, Hades laughed dumbly, indeed, the Barbaros death guard led by Motarian had never experienced a scene like "showing his glory" so far.

For these Barbaros people, it can be regarded as a return to their hometown.

Of course, although Hades couldn't help but want to laugh when he realized this, he was also standing on the podium with a solemn face, the Death Guard Six Spike Ring Skull on his right shoulder armor glittering, and the Mechanic God Cult Ring Gear Skull on his left shoulder armor was fangs and claws.

Hadyste was equipped with his most exaggerated Seiko backpack to date, the sophisticated and massive mechanical training gear hung obediently beside him, and the hideous servo skeleton spat out the cable and stared at the queue in front of him.

From time to time, curious children took advantage of the cover of the queue to sneak a glance at Hades's equipment, and curious, envious eyes lingered on Hades's equipment that was obviously different from that of other death guards.

Noticing that some children were watching him, Hades muttered to himself, did he count as pulling people for the Death Guard Foundry Hall in advance.

The black scythe obituary flashed in the sunlight, and the star slowly but surely reached its intended position.

The time has come.

Heavy footsteps sounded, the click of Seiko power armor crept into everyone's ears, and the metal incense burner hit the power armor crisply.

Ding——

The gray cloak rises without wind.

The powerful coercion of the original body directly enveloped the audience, and some timid children even held their breath.

The eyes hidden under the shadow of the hood sparkled.

Motarian walked over to the pulpit, where he stood in the center and stopped.

The original body stands.

All the death guards present showed unprecedented murderous aura and coercion at this moment, and some children even knelt down tremblingly with weak knees.

Influenced by the first group of kneeling children, some children are also hesitant whether to kneel.

After all, that's what their parents call "adults".

And above the star ring, it is not uncommon to kneel and bow to the imperial bureaucrats and mechanic officials.

In the queue, Antai looked at the boy kneeling in front of him, and silently gritted his teeth.

For no other reason, he didn't want to kneel.

"Don't kneel."

Motarian removed his hood, a hoarse hiss echoed from behind the breathing mask, and the Primordial's brow furrowed unconsciously.

Hades, who was standing next to him, couldn't help frowning, this was not the picture they wanted to see.

Unexpectedly, before the selection began, they could already eliminate people.

The death guards on either side of the queue had begun to record the kneeling children.

To give the kneeling children time to stand up, Motarian put his hand behind his head and slowly removed his breathing mask.

The lips, which had been eroded by poisonous gases for a long time, were exposed, and the pale skin looked like a dead corpse in the sun.

Now, all the walls that Motarian used to defend himself have been removed.

Hades blinked, it seemed that Motarian was serious this time.

The kneeling children trembled and stood up again when they heard this command.

Antey silently pulled the child in front of him, and then they stood up again, looking at Motarian in front.

The original took a deep breath.

"O my people,"

He said

"I'm glad to see you sign up for the Death Guard's conscription."

"I know that the Barbaros don't have a real understanding of the Empire's legions."

"But you've chosen to stand here anyway."

Motarian looked around, his primordial sharp gaze looking directly at everyone's soul.

"Because you're not here because of the Empire's death guards."

Since Barbaros was recaptured to the Empire, the Legion has not been in the limelight.

Historians who were supposed to preach the exploits of the Empire were attracted by the glory of the front lines, and most of them ignored this bleak and impoverished planet.

So the Barbaros did not form their own impression of the Empire, of the Legion, of the Great Expedition.

They didn't come because of the fact that they "became Space Marines."

"Some of you are here because of Barbarus's death guards."

The generation brutally ruled by the Xenolords has not passed away, and Barbarus's most painful memories are still alive in the mouths of the people.

Legend has it that the rebels standing in the thick fog, on the top of the mountains, are still a strong part of the barren culture of Barbarus.

Perhaps in the equally bleak dreams of this generation of Barbaros, there was once a blood-stained banner of rebellion.

The children standing here now may have been born from the rebels at that time, or the peasants who were rescued by the rebels, but in any case, every Barbaros had experienced the liberation of that year.

They are attracted to the rebels, they are attracted to the original body, they want to jump out of the bleak cycle of life, they want to participate in the continuation of the rebellion of the year.

"For you, those who wish to devote themselves to the cause of the rebellion, I sincerely wish you to pass the selection."

The scythe in Motarian's hand flashed with cold light, and the original body looked at these aspirants sincerely.

"You, and the relatives who sent you here, represent the indomitable side of Barbarus."

Hearing the original words, some of the children stood more straight, but some buried their heads.

Antey bowed his head in embarrassment, he didn't come because he admired the rebels, and his numb parents never told him about it.

Participating children are rewarded with a week's worth of food for a family of five, which is why they come.

The children who are selected to become the Death Guards will have all their family's food supplied by the Death Guards.

Antai lowered his head and stared at his gray toes in a daze, the pride that he had not knelt down just now vanished, and he felt his cheeks redden.

Maybe he'll be eliminated because of this, Antai thought uneasily.

"But I know that not all of us are here because of this."

"As someone who has survived on Barbaros, I know that dreams and passions are all too rare on Barbaros."

"The barren land of Barbaros doesn't grow much blood, and more people spend their days buried in the loess."

"But I know that these people who bury their heads in the loess are not short-sighted and superficial, you just can't look up under the gravity of reality."

"And,"

Motarian smiled as if remembering something,

"One of our most elite warriors, Morag, was once a peasant buried in the loess."

"I traded a bag of food for him to follow the rebels."

Hades was keenly aware of a burst of electricity coming from Morag's channel.

Hades blinked, and Morag was startled by the original body's impromptu speech.

However, this guy didn't break his mind immediately, and he was already quite progressive.

"But it turns out that he is no worse than others, and even he does it better."

"He just needed a chance."

"So I'll give you a chance."

The original raised a hand and spread it out to the group.

"Each child who participates in the registration can harvest a week's worth of food, and through all selections, they will become a Death Guard warrior, and their family's food supply will be fully responsible for the rest of the Death Guard."

Hades stood at Motarian's side, and it had to be said that as a primordial, as a Barbarian, Motarian had indeed taken into account Barbarus's situation comprehensively.

A boy who is about to enter the prime of life is a strong labor force that is difficult to ignore for any family.

And the small-scale peasant economy of Barbaruste is difficult for a family to accept.

This may result in some families being reluctant to sign up for their children to sign up for Death Guard, or the children themselves being reluctant to let go of the burden of taking on the responsibilities of the family.

But now, Motarian has directly erased the worries of these families.

"I know some of you have come for food."

"There's no shame in that."

Motarian handed down his sentence,

"Actually, for those of you who continue to move forward with the burden of life, the Death Guard welcomes you."

"You, and the loved ones who sent you, represent the truth of Barbarus's harsh reality."

"Before we can look up at the tyrant overhead, the first thing we have to learn is to struggle in the poisonous fog."

"The premise for every Barbaros to survive on this planet is that we dare to face the cruel reality."

"I also sincerely hope that you will pass the next test."

"So,"

Motarian leaned sideways, gesturing with a welcoming gesture, pointing to the mountain behind him.

It's not the highest mountain in Barbaros, but it's tall enough that a Space Marine who takes off his helmet will feel a suffocating pain at the top of his mountain.

And the gas masks issued by the death guards simply don't hold them up to qualified heights.

"Let's climb."

"If you want to decapitate your enemies, you need to be tenacious."

"Back then, the most elite rebels of the Death Guard climbed this mountain and beheaded the alien lord."

"Now, it's your turn."

"The higher you climb, the more likely you are to be selected for the next round."

"Only the toughest of you will survive."

"If you are not tough enough, you will suffocate in poison gas, and you will be given death."

There was a small commotion in the crowd, and they had been told that there would be death as early as the beginning of the registration, but people did not expect that the first screening would be so brutal.

Death is too abstract, but every Barbaros has learned what it feels like to suffocate in poison gas.

The original body squinted dissatisfied, looking at the crowd, and the original peaceful image was suddenly replaced by Yin Li, and at this time, Motarian replayed his best image-

Death.

The queue fell silent in an instant.

Looking at Motarian, who intimidated the candidates, Hades was indifferent.

Because he knows this guy is scaring kids.

In fact, Barbaros was already sparsely populated and could not withstand the high mortality rate of conscription.

What's more, basically a whole generation of age-appropriate Barbaros boys are here, and if they are really screened by survival rate, the Barbaros will have to be cut off in this generation.

Although Motarian really wanted to practice his idea of Sheda, in the name of selection, to screen and clean up Barbarus's "disadvantage gene".

But reality and Hades didn't allow him to do that.

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[We can use this screening to screen out a small number of weak people.] ］

Motarian looked at Hades.

[Later construction of Babalu requires a large population. ］

Hades sat across from him, uncompromising.

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So in fact, there have been pharmacists hidden on the way up the mountain for a long time, and if someone can't support it, these pharmacists will appear when no one is there and save the life of the selector.

"So, now you can quit, the grain will not be taken back."

"Accordingly, you will lose a chance to change your life."

Motarian spoke the next sentence slowly.

He raised his hand and put on his hood again.

"But if you think you're tough enough,"

Mortarian put on his breathing mask, and a hissing hoarse voice came from behind the mask.

"Then you can start climbing."

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