It was eerily quiet, except for the sound of the river flowing quietly in the distance, the highly acidic liquid lapping against the shore and splashing beads.

The woman was still sobbing quietly, and she sat on the ground, staggering, and wiping away tears from her eyes, stimulated by a combination of fear and excitement.

Hades took a deep breath, he crouched down, looking at the woman as level as he could, and the woman winced and startled, but did not dodge after all.

"You said you wanted us to take you away."

Hades said calmly,

"And then?"

The gray-haired woman looked at Hades in a daze, which allowed Hades to see her gray eyes clearly, cloudy and clear, like glass beads mixed with impurities.

Hades watched her silently, waiting for her answer, and the woman seemed to realize that she had been silent for too long, and might annoy the adult, so she hurriedly spoke, but her voice was weak and trembling,

"My lord, I used to be an excavator and was in charge of getting useful things out of the wastewater, and I could."

The digger spoke in a whisper that she knew what the adult was going to do, and he wanted her to prove her worth.

She was an excavator, always has been, and that's all she does.

"Then you can do that here, too, and you don't have to follow us away."

Hades interrupted her.

"Do you know what this selection is for?"

"I know, my lord, your legion is recruiting warriors, I don't mean to break your rules, I just want to see you, I'm not."

The digger began to get scared, and she trembled and tried to explain her "violation", and Hades sighed inwardly, he didn't mean that.

"Actually,"

Hades spoke solemnly,

"The Death Guard is here, and in addition to recruiting Space Marines, they are also recruiting mortal auxiliaries."

The digger shuddered, and Hades felt her shiver grow stronger, her gray hair struggling to take root like a clump of weeds in the wind.

"My lord. Thank you. Adult"

She removed her hand from her face, calluses and corrosive scars crawling all over her abnormally swollen joints, and the digger stared at her hand, a flash of frenzy suddenly flashed in his gray eyes,

"My lord, I was the first to pounce on Supervisor Fins, I was the first, you may not remember me, but I was the first."

"I smashed a sharp stone into his disgusting head and tore his flesh with my fingernails."

What's going on?

As if to answer Hades's doubts, Garo's voice sounded in the private channel in time,

[The Legion Captain did not hang all the Administrators, but Lord Motarian left one of the Knights' Administrators, and then gathered the people of the Main Hive and released the Administrator in front of them. 】

Hades took a cool breath,

[Then. It's going to be a massacre. 】

[Yes, Commander.] 】

Motarian is using his simple ideas to give these people the meaning of rebellion.

The last sinner runs out from under his companion's gallows in embarrassment, and the silent crowd will make way for him first, but after the first abuser pounces on him and bites him, the crowd will be set on fire.

Those who are usually weak as lambs will erupt in an astonishing rage, and everyone is tearing at his "enemy" with his own hands, the one who is high, tearing with his hands, biting with his teeth, spitting at him.

Hades could imagine the Lord of Death standing on a high platform, admiring the rebellion with satisfaction.

The first thing Motarian did, and so far the only thing he did, in Galaspa, was to liberate, and to teach them liberation.

Hades blinked, and he looked at the digger, her eyes sparkling with the glow of fanatical conversion as she basked with the memories of killing the Administrator with her own hands.

"We can take you."

"You will pick up a gun and struggle on a hellish battlefield on earth, crushed to pieces by shells, crushed into mud by tanks, and burned into gases by the heat of electric melting."

"I do, my lord, I do, I'm already living in hell."

Hades was silent, no matter what, he couldn't say anything like the war she might face would be a war of liberation, because he knew it wasn't.

"My lord, take me away, take me away, I don't want to live here anymore, 'liberation', I am willing to take refuge in you and your army, my life is given by you and your legion."

The 'liberation' spoken of by the diggers is in the Barbarootian language.

Hades sighed,

"I can take you away, but it wasn't my decision to liberate Garaspa, and you need to thank someone else."

O Motarian, when we were all trying to dissuade you from liberating Garaspa, was this the picture you were thinking?

Are you really thinking about the people up there?

War, sometimes very simple, is the stacking of data, analysis, calculation, the two sides of the war want to try their best to obtain the data of the opposite side, hide and cover their own data, the person who counts well will win the game; At other times it is complicated, with inexplicable emotions and thoughts mixed together in a twisted mix, roaring with each bullet.

Which is the main one, Hades is also not clear.

The digger was stunned, and she looked at Hades in bewilderment, like a believer suddenly realizing that he had worshiped the wrong god.

"Go, I'll take you to him."

Hearing Hades's words, the digger was overjoyed and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking rice.

Hades stood up, "Pharmacist, heal. 】

The first thing she needs is treatment, and if she doesn't care about these injuries, there is a high probability that this woman will die directly.

Hades stared at her broken leg that was starting to fester, thinking, because she knew that she would definitely not pass the selection, so she chose to trade her injuries for speed? After all, other contestants will definitely consider not being disabled because of the "health" item.

While the pharmacist was treating the digger, the digger spoke timidly, and she seemed to realize the nature of Hades, although his tone was fierce, but he was actually very good at talking.

"My lord, you take me over to another adult, I need. What to look out for? ”

Hades looked into the distance, and the figures of the second batch of selectors loomed into view.

You don't need to pay attention to anything, you've done a good job."

"May the Lord of Death appreciate your tenacity."

The trial selection went smoothly, and the other selections took place in turn, but the difference was that the rules were changed, and those who did not meet the [healthy age male] standard could still participate in the selection, and these people would be incorporated into the mortal auxiliaries of the Death Guard, and the Death Guard promised to give them a higher rank and certain educational resources.

The management of Galaspar will also be selected from among those who have been incorporated into the Mortal Auxiliaries.

If you don't want to participate, but still want to join the Mortal Auxiliary Army, you can also wait for the special conscription later, but after being integrated, it will be the most ordinary grass-roots level.

Hades now has something else to do, most likely because of his own selfish desires, but he did it anyway.

Before Motarian came out, Hades took a deep breath, gave up the communication application, and began knocking on the door.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as a slamming door.

The digger timidly ducked behind Hades, her left calf replaced with a black metallic prosthetic, the silence and oppression of the Stoic clearly startled her.

Hades refused to admit that she was frightened by her knocking on the door.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

The door slammed open, and Motarian strode out with an unkind face, and there were shallow dark circles under the original body's eyes, and Hades was sure that he could smell the stench that the cartoon villain wizard could only give off after boiling porridge.

Motarian had been working in the apothecary lately, and after Mortarian had developed several potions specifically for Galaspa's environment, Hades decided not to delve into whether Motarian was fishing.

Although with the abilities of the original, these few potions may not take long.

Motarian also did not allow Hades to enter the apothecary, and Hades was even listed at the top of the no-entry list, which Motarian explained because he was afraid that Hades would enter his apothecary and eat indiscriminately.

Hades smiled kindly at this, Motarian, if you can't explain, you can't explain.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

"You're not in charge of the conscription in Galaspa?"

Motarian glanced at Hades lightly, and asked dissatisfiedly, Hades felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, you look at the identities of the two of us before talking.

But considering that Hades was now followed by a mortal woman, Hades decided to let Motarian go this time.

"The recruitment process is going well."

"I've met a mortal, and I think you might need to meet her."

Motarian frowned dissatisfiedly,

"Hades, I know you like whimsical, and I understand that, but it's not an excuse you use to interrupt my work."

"If you're okay, I'll be happy to give you a little more work."

Hades was nobly silent on this, and he turned sideways, revealing the digger behind him, and the gray-haired woman curled up like a frightened little mouse under the gaze of the two giants.

Hades took a few playful steps back, not letting his size and Motarian's size feel oppressive to the woman.

"Say what you want to say, ma'am, the Lord of Death will understand you."

Hades added thoughtfully.

The digger shuddered, and the sense of oppression that Mortarian had brought with him was perhaps too strong, a murderous atmosphere that even a Space Marine, let alone a mortal who was confronting Mortarion.

She was in a trembling posture, her knees half-bent, and she was trying not to kneel.

"Your Excellency."

The digger spoke, her voice hoarse in a pitch-shifting voice, and her hand reached forward in vain, as if trying to grab the corner of Motarian's gray cloak, but ultimately nothing was grabbed.

Motarian frowned and looked down at this mortal, what was she going to do?

If it's something boring, Motarian is happy to give Hades a boost.

Thank you for the liberation you have brought to Galaspa."

Hades saw it clearly, and after the digger said that, Motarian was completely still, like a dead body that had been dried for thousands of years.

The digger didn't notice the change in Motarian, she lowered her head and sobbed,

"You liberated us, you exterminated the Knights, thank you, thank you."

"Before that, no one spoke to us, we were the worms they crushed to death, and my friend was executed three days before your arrival on the grounds that the paper produced in the factory where she was located was not smooth enough."

"She died like that, because of a word from the Knights, I wanted to go over and fight with them, but I couldn't do it, I couldn't do it."

"Lord, thank you for avenging us, you are the divine punishment from heaven, thank you and I am willing to give everything for you."

"I can pick up a gun, you can instruct me to kill anyone, I can be a rusty knife under your hand, please take me in, I don't want to go back."

The digger wanted to kneel, she wanted to reverently kneel and kiss the feet of the gods, but she was not allowed to kneel, so she could only support herself with trembling, trembling.

Motarian looked down at the digger and was silent for a long time.

The unbearable memories of the past caught up, he was accused of being childish, he was accused of being reckless, he was accused of cruelty.

He may have been at fault, but they rebuked him for being incomplete.

Those guys who fight with abacus, those guys who are full of selfishness.

After so much he has been through, when he is about to bury this memory in the corner of his memory, a witness who proves his original intention appears.

Motarian lowered his eyes and crouched down.

"Your name, mortal."

"The Knights gave me a number."

"That number no longer exists, I don't want to listen."

The gray-haired woman was still whimpering, "Others call me diggers." ”

"Would you like to use that name?"

She shuddered, but shook her head firmly.

"It's not worth my service to it."

"It's not worth it." "But you are worthy," said Motarian, "so I call you Siness, and I accept your allegiance." ”

Sinis started crying, she covered her face and started crying, after all this, she was broken, but she was still able to start another life of her own.

Motarian stared at Sinis in silence, and the rebuke of Fernus and Vulcan faintly sounded in his ears, what are you doing here?

That's what I'm doing, Motarian thought mockingly, but that's all he had to do here.

After the destruction is another new beginning, and now the beginning of Galaspar has not really materialized, but Motarian believes that it will all begin eventually, and the Death Guard has planted the seed in Galaspa, and it will sprout.

The Lord of Death received a message from Hades, and Motarian spoke as gently as he could,

"Would you rather stay in Garaspa and build here, or would you rather fight with the Legion?"

"I will follow you, my lord."

Motarian shook his head, then nodded again,

"I see, I have appointed you as the administrator of the first company of the Death Guard Mortal Auxiliary, you need to grow up as soon as possible and bring death to the enemy."

"One day, you will bring liberation to others."

"Until then, live with tenacity."

"Yes, my lord."

Motarian stood up, the Primordial armor making a dull sound that was particularly abrupt.

"You need to rest now, Xeneth."

They watched in silence as the servant led the lady limping away, and it wasn't until the two figures became a blur in the hallway that Mortarian spoke again,

"Am I doing something wrong? Am I doing it right? ”

Hades rarely spoke, and Motarian realized that Hades had fallen silent as well.

Hades spoke dullly,

"From her point of view, you're doing the right thing."

"If you want to change it further, is there enough time?"

"At least we can keep a copy of the guidelines and plans, and then hand them over to the Mechonists and the administrators here."

Enough is enough.

The Lord of Death stared silently in the direction in which Sinis had disappeared, she was a tough enough individual, Motarian admired her tenacity, but she worshipped Motarian as a god, was this another kind of servitude? Motarian didn't know.

But at least she knew the weight of resistance, and the next war would give her the truth, and under the rule of the Knights' fools, this kind of consciousness was already rare, and he couldn't ask for anything else.

"I'm in a good mood right now."

After a long time, Motarian spoke, "Rejoice in these who have voluntarily awakened. ”

"She proved that I am not alone on this path."

The stupidity of ideals and the selfishness of reality, Hades does not comment on this.

"After leaving Barbarus, this may be the last dream."

Motarian whispered, then he turned around and re-entered the apothecary, throwing Hades a dried ball of dregs through the crack in the door,

"It's poisonous, but you can eat it, you can't die, you can't waste it."

"This is the product you just bothered to cause me to fail."

Motarian closed the door again, and Hades sighed, taking a bite of the freshly boiled dregs.

Then he retched violently, vomiting - it was highly toxic.

Part of the dialogue between Motarian and the digger is directly taken from "The Pale King", yes, that's how they talk in the original book, but Motarian doesn't crouch.

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Tomorrow's college entrance examination, I wish all college entrance examination candidates the title of the gold list.

The Lord of Change, bless you with all the right luck.

The Skull Blood God has blessed you with unstoppable courage.

The Garden Father promises you a healthy and safe life.

The Lord of Desires rewards you with the study of perfection.

Everyone who struggles for their future will receive the blessing of the emperor, and even if the fate of mankind is uncertain, the individual can still use himself as a sword, tearing through the corner of the dark sky, revealing a golden light.

Hope is small, but it is still burning, and the struggle between the individual and reality has never left the times, and this is true for 3k, and it is also true for 40k.

(A wave of emotion, just finished the college entrance examination last year, two of my friends went to Hengzhong to repeat their studies, I hope they can take the exam this year, it's too torturous, a friend has lost more than 20 pounds in half a year, and the pressure is too great.) ）

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