Hades stood at the boarding gate of the shuttle, watching the children as they were getting on board.

They were allowed to bring one or two of their own personal belongings.

After two rounds of selection, more than 2,000 people passed the trial.

And this time the death guard recruitment, the total number of applicants is more than 2.3 million.

In the second round of selection that just ended, most of the groups that cleared the customs were formed by a small number of people, and then relied on force to prohibit looting.

Of course, there are also halfway changes, and the children who originally suppressed the robbery became snatchers driven by hunger.

In these rooms, after confirming that no one came out to try to correct them, they were all eliminated directly, and there was no need for them to continue to endure torture.

In a small number of rooms where force rarely occurs, there will also be a conscious withdrawal.

There are also very few rooms or two, and there is no dispute from beginning to end.

But in the later stages, most of the room was replaced by chaos.

Unqualified.

As long as there are children who actively compete for behavior, or children who induce others to compete, they are all disqualified.

On the other hand, children who intervene to stop such behavior (choosing to act in the position of a bystander) and who voluntarily distribute their own food will be considered qualified even if they drop out.

The children who failed were given short-term amnestics to make them forget the contents of the two screenings, and were given a week's worth of food to go back.

"Dirt?"

Morag's words, who were checking the items, pulled Hades out of his musings.

Hades shifted his gaze to the child, ah, it was Antey.

Hades certainly remembers the kid who made it to the top of the mountain, and the room he was in was, in the second round, one of the few rooms where all the players didn't leave.

The child was holding a small glass bottle with a bit of dirt in it.

This attracted Hades' interest,

"What are you carrying?"

"Dirt, sir."

Antai stood still and answered honestly.

"Why bring soil?"

Hades asked,

"I've heard that it's hard to get back to Barbaros after I hear about the Death Guard."

"So I took some soil from my field."

Hades blinked, and he reached out and picked up the bottle.

The bleak dirt of Barbaros swayed inside.

Hades covered the Black Domain.

The negligible psionic energy is gone.

"Okay."

Hades returned the vial to Antey.

"Of course you can bring it."

Hades stood back on, his arms folded, continuing to scrutinize the children.

Just as the children were about to finish boarding, Motarian, who had arranged Barbarus' next colonization plan, appeared.

Motarian looked thoughtfully at the children, who were more or less holding their personal belongings in their hands.

"I didn't let them get some stuff in the first place."

The first Death Guards had no personal belongings.

Motarian felt the need to let them bring some of their own back to the Death Guard as well.

Hades shrugged,

"Most people don't have anything to take."

Hades remembered his humble house, and he really didn't have anything else but the necessary household items.

Or the empire's stuff with a lot of energy.

"Nope."

Motarian said,

"They need to keep their memories of Barbarous."

Motarian's scythe and his incense burner. All the time reminded Motarian of where he came from.

"The tribulations of the past will shape us, and the death guard should remember every tribulation."

"Suffering, we pass through it, it makes us more tired, more resilient and more aware of why we live."

Hades blinked.

"I've long forgotten about the battles in Barbaros."

"Then maybe you should keep a souvenir too."

"What can I take, could it be that I bring up the bowl I used before?"

Hades quipped.

"Maybe something else."

Motarian slowly picked up one of the incense burners that had fallen from his armor, and a thick poisonous gas wafted up.

He unscrewed the censer and pulled it out—

One and a half stones.

"What is this?"

Hades looked at the half of the stone, and there was always an eerie sense of familiarity on it.

Motarian gave him a blank look.

"You're really forgetful."

"Give."

Hades took it, and it was half a stone, and the other half didn't know where it went.

He tried to perceive in the Black Domain—

Damn?!

Hades suddenly remembered.

This was the battle he first realized about the Black Domain?!

Alien Lord Lazar!

"You still have this?!"

Hades snapped a word.

"This is the proof that the Death Guard has killed an alien lord for the first time besides me, why don't you stay?"

"In addition to this, I also keep the skull of the first alien lord, the first in the Southern Resistance to work together to cut off the ribs of the lord"

Motarian rightly said,

In the Primordial's personal space, there are a lot of trivial things that can prove the Death Guard's exploits on Barbarus.

Mortarian believes that his storage warehouse will soon be filled with trophies from other space battles.

For now, he has the skull of the Supreme Leader Garaspa safely placed in his warehouse.

Hades glanced strangely at Motarian.

It occurred to him that although there was no decoration on the Perseverance, Mortarian had ordered all the battles that the Death Guard had experienced engraved on the bow of the ship.

Now, the Battle of Galaspar has been carved into the head of the Perseverance in High Gothic.

Well. Thinking that Motarian is still obsessively using his alien adoptive father's scythe.

Hades threw the half stone into his power armor compartment with mixed feelings.

It seems that many primordials have this kind of fetish, ultramarines, blankets sewn for exploits, angels of holy blood, and artworks that praise various battles.

Most of the primitives have private collections of items symbolizing past battles.

It's just that Motarian is this. There is a rustic aesthetic.

Skulls and rocks or something.

"How's the migration plan?"

Hades decided that he didn't want to do this, and asked a different subject,

"Almost."

Motarian said,

"A standard year in Barbarooth can be migrated."

"There aren't really many people left on Barbaros at the moment."

Motarian spoke slowly.

Because the previous Blackstone experiments had proven the strange psionic environment here, they decided to migrate most of Barbarus's population to the rings.

Most of the previous people had already migrated spontaneously to the rings.

Although this made his work easier, this fact still made the original body feel faintly frustrated.

He thought that people would choose to stay here and hone themselves

And Hades was thinking to himself,

Once the Death Guard has found a solution to Barbarus' environmental problems, the construction of the planet's surface will begin.

He'll have to figure out how to try to make some low-profile blackstone obelisks.

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