"Click."

The humming sound that made him want to vomit was getting closer, and a sour smell that made him want to cry lingered on the tip of his nose, and his muscles were rotting and he couldn't move.

The corridor of the Endurance was lit with a warm, but strangely dim dark orange light, like the last rays of dying sunlight at dusk.

Spores and bugs, jumping under the teases of the light.

He lay silently on a puddle of soggy flesh, warm, bouncy tissues growing out of thin air from the floor of the Fortitude.

Did he stand before he fell? Everything on the ship became fertile, no longer so cold, but a . The weirdness of life.

The thoughts became blurred, but the perception was magnified to the extreme, like those dense surging small insects on the wall next to the kitchen waste.

He could hear the breathing of the flesh, the rustling growth, as it crept inward through the cracks in the power armor, spilling out a foul-smelling corrosive slime.

The power armor was rotting and rusting, and the rivets were cocked with incredible force, squeaking slowly.

The unbearable sound was closer, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large cloud of flies flying over, slamming into his power armor with a crackling sound.

They came in through the breathing tube, a humming sound echoing through the power armor. Crowded crawling against his face, squirming into his mouth and nose

The mouth and esophagus were filled with unbearable tingling, the flies with black eyes crawled all over his stomach, the wings scraped against the mucous membranes, and the spikes on those tentacles pierced shallowly into the flesh.

No. No.

His thoughts were full of tired and feeble resistance, his thoughts became heavy, he couldn't even lift up the angry emotions, he tried to struggle, but spasmed in vain—

The muscles had atrophied and turned into some kind of slippery tissue fluid, mumbling around the skin instead of oozing out.

No. Endure it, insist on giving him an order not to let him exist meaninglessly anymore. Give him an enemy. Or annihilate his existence.

Dusky.

His vision darkened, and he felt a black liquid float up.

The brighter hallway began to darken, and a light went out suddenly, and struggled to light it up again, but even when it did, it was as if it had gone out.

Dark whispers spread down the corridor, along the very edge of the line of sight, like rapidly growing veins, agitating—

But it didn't give him a sense of life, and while darkness was the quickest creeping thing, it wasn't a living thing.

After only a moment, the darkness quickly grew in front of his eyes, his pupils constricted, and an innate sense of fear gripped him, and a more complete sense of powerlessness attacked him.

But he was also aware that other beings were also afraid of the darkness, those in his stomach, above his skin, between his cells, and he heard those small screams.

It is not an unacceptable fact if they pass away together.

So he took as deep a breath as he could (though he felt nothing but flies), closed his eyes, and sank into the dark nothingness with peace of mind.

The waters of the River Styx enveloped him, sinking, sinking. Sinking to the bottom of the river where bubbles could not reach, a thick and heavy darkness awaited him.

Dark, but light.

He opened his eyes, and the ceiling on the Perseverance was silently staring at him.

Neat, smooth, no rust, and sticky clumps of plants.

He was lying in his bed, and the world had a slanting dizziness.

He looked ahead, and a man was sitting on the edge of his bed, holding the command board in one hand and writing and drawing on it with the other, seemingly unaware that he was awake.

Through his previous training and faint memories, he recognized it as the commander of the Death Guard.

In the dim, dry room, the faint blue of the command board reflected on the commander's pale hair and skin, and traced a pensive expression—

He realized that the commander of the Death Guard was a handsome and young being.

Such a young man is a commander? He had expected the Commander to be an even older and boring being.

Regardless, the presence of the commander, as strange as it was, still provided him with a sense of stability, a signal of safety.

He blinked, his rusty brain working, and he tried to struggle to sit up, which startled the commander sitting on the edge of his bed—

"Yo, wake up, are you okay?"

The commander casually put down the board in his hand, turned his head to the side and asked him about the situation with a smile, and by the way, stretched out a hand to pull him up.

There was a very lighthearted, natural tone in his words, but it was not frivolous, and he sounded as if he was sure of everything.

This is rare, especially on the Death Guard, where the Commander was the first to speak to him in this tone.

He. He's a standard death guard, so what he uses to respond to his commander is silence.

If he's an Ultramarine, he'll probably say he's okay and ask about the dream, if he's a Fist of the Empire, he'll tell the story in detail, and if he's a space wolf, he'll swear in a threatening snort.

But he wasn't, he was a death guard, so he was silent.

He couldn't respond and said he was okay, in fact, it was terrible, but he couldn't say it was bad because. The nature of the Death Guard prevented him from saying that, and it was a sign of vulnerability.

So he stared at the commander in silence, not knowing what to say.

It wasn't until the Commander turned his head that he saw that the other half of the Commander was a mechanical brain, a deep scar running through the left half of his face, and the mechanical prosthetic eye on it shimmered with a scarlet, dangerous light.

As if anticipating his response, the Commander shrugged indifferently, and the mechanical arm behind him reached over, and there was a cup on it,

"It's good to wake up, do you need to drink water?"

He nodded slowly, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva, only to realize that his throat was dry and uncomfortable, as if a real fly had crawled over it.

The touch of water on his lips further awakened his thoughts, was he still dreaming?

It still seemed so unreal, and he even handed him a glass of water about how he woke up from a nightmare and found the Commander sitting on the edge of his bed.

Seeing that he had recovered from his nightmare, the commander scratched his head and spoke again,

"Forget it. Don't expect you to speak first, do you have anything to ask? ”

You guys? He keenly grasped the message from the commander's words.

But he won't ask this.

"Commander, why are you here?"

The commander blinked in surprise, then waved his hand heartily and said,

"Don't call me that, just call me Hades."

"Well, it looks like you haven't realized what you've just been through."

Hades looked at him seriously,

"What did you see in your dreams? Don't be burdened, speak up. ”

"Rotten stoic, flies, lots of moss."

He struggled to recall the memories of the painful nightmare, and Hades listened, nodding his head from time to time, as if he had known it would be like this.

"Finally there was darkness, a very uncomfortable feeling of powerlessness, which made me feel a strong sense of discomfort, more than flies and slime. It disgusted me even more, but I think it woke me up. ”

Hades was stunned for a moment, and pulled a slightly embarrassed smile,

"Ah, that's my anti-psychic field."

He looked at Hades in amazement, not realizing what he had just said in front of Hades,

"You helped me, you?"

Hades nodded,

"What you've just experienced isn't your average nightmare, it's . Most Death Guards will go through it. ”

"A trial."

In fact, within 49 days of the official start of training after the successful completion of the Space Marines operation, a portion of the Death Guard recruits will have nightmares.

— or rather, to experience the illusions they had experienced.

Some people wake up on their own, while others fall into deeper, more real nightmares that make it difficult to wake up.

At the same time, some of the fighters will wake up confused and confused, and at this time, they need a spiritual guide.

These recruits don't know that after they're asleep, it's time for the rest of the Death Guard to be busy.

In the corridor outside the lounge, the soulless people of Zero Company were guarded, the grave keepers and apothecaries were all on guard, and the legion commander and commander patrolled the whole process to prevent accidents.

After Hades' training, the shallow nightmares of the average recruit can already be safely handled by the grave keeper, and the deep nightmares can also be handled by the soulless and the grave keeper partners.

But anyway, they are still "comparatively" free, so Hades and Motarian are not idle, helping the grave keepers share the pressure, and by the way, in order to grasp the situation of this new recruit.

Although Hades had a legitimate suspicion that Motarian was just trying to play with the recruits, caring for and enlightening the frightened recruits, it was better than staring at a few frustrated paper-handlers in a dark office.

Of course, Hades is untouchable, and he is also present in this kind of scene, and his presence is more reasonable than that of Motarian.

"So. What's that, exactly? ”

"If it's not a nightmare, Lord Hades?"

Hades waved his hand,

"Don't call me sir, Hades just do."

"That"

"What do you think it is?"

Unexpectedly, he was cross-questioned, and he could feel Hades patiently waiting for his answer—

But what is that?

The strange picture made him feel suffocated and hopeless, what was that?

Momentarily speechless.

But. He looked at Hades and realized that what had just happened was nothing more than something that had just happened, unreal, and only a passing moment in his thoughts.

He's still here, aboard the Fortitude, and even has a commander who cares about him.

He has strong muscles, his vocal cords are clear, there is no rot and stench, he still has the strength to resist, to fight.

"Perhaps. Maybe that's a nightmare, for me. ”

He saw Hades raise his eyebrows in astonishment,

"It's a nightmare. Yes, a good answer. ”

So far, Hades has received answers such as "Vision", "Destiny", and "Future".

But it's a nightmare. Hades smiled heartily,

"yes, it's a nightmare, it's just a dream."

The beautiful answer is that it is a dream, no matter how much you suggest it, at this point in time, this is a dream that has not happened.

Hades patted him on the shoulder and smiled [you know],

"It's the most refreshing answer I've ever heard, and it's the kind of answer I've ever heard. I guess you don't need me to say anything more, do you? ”

He froze for a moment, and then didn't even think about it,

"No, I do."

This sentence can be regarded as pulling back Hades, who was just about to leave,

"Huh?"

This is the first time Hades has heard of a request to fill himself with chicken soup.

"No, no—that's not what I mean, my lord, no, Lord Hades, no, no, Hades, I mean, I still don't feel right."

？

"Even when I woke up, I still felt that something wasn't quite right, like, my room was a little weird and a little tilted?"

"Ahh

Hades silently looked away from him, he wanted to run directly, but he didn't expect to be discovered.

Yes, yes, he collapsed the soldier's bed

Although the Space Marine's bed was solid alloy solid, Hades stared silently at the foot of the bed he had just sat on, a crack visibly glaring

It was so humiliating that he had planned to blame the matter directly on this recruit.

"Ahem. Actually, you listen to me. ”

Hades explained in all seriousness,

"The bed of the Space Marines can't bear the weight of two people, your bed is cracked, just go directly to the mortal servants tomorrow to change it."

He was silent, slowly bent over, and glanced at his bed.

The semi-solid alloy bed, with a crack in the corner of the box, looks like it has cracked a lot under the pressure of the weight.

Hades was silent, he was silent.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Hades felt like his hair was about to explode, his name for being heroic in this life.

As if aware of Hades's desperation and determination to defend the so-called majesty that does not exist, he slowly spoke,

"Okay. My lord. ”

"Don't worry, I won't say you did it."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Hades fled in an instant, fleeing from the place that embarrassed him.

Looking at the back of Hades running away in an instant, he realized. Is it true that the commander of the Death Guard exists like this?

An existence that is spontaneously respected, but does not feel dull and oppressive. But to his pity. The commander is not directly involved in the actions of the average sergeant

What Hades didn't know was that in the future, if you make a count of the management of the Death Guard, you will find that all the recruits who are tested by Hades have basically entered the management.

"There were 59 people tonight, and three of them had deep convulsions."

In the long, dimly lit hallway, Motarian listened in silence to Garo's report, and then the original nodded, signaling the end of the night's work.

With half a standard Terra left, it was time for the recruits to wake up, and those who had no dreams all night naturally didn't know what was going on during the night.

Mortarian watched as the soulless and apothecary retreated in an orderly and rapid manner, leaving the Grave Keeper in charge of the daily training of the recruits, and the document approval in the channel had already begun to enter the rush bell, and the original had to stride down the hallway to the office.

The original body is in a good mood, enlightening the confused hearts of the recruits, and showing them the way to the future legion, which is indeed a meaningful and worthwhile thing to do.

Light up the heart of an heir, how-

"Hey, Motarian, I said, hey!"

Reluctantly, Motarian pulled his thoughts away from his memories and turned his head to look at Hades,

“？”

"How much do you weigh? You're heavier than me, aren't you? ”

Motarian twisted his head back speechlessly, continuing to retrace his conversation with the awakened heirs

"No, Motarian, how did you talk to them? Standing and sitting? ”

"You're asking a stupid question, Hades, the Space Marine's room simply doesn't allow me to stand - and standing isn't a good position to talk to."

Motarian is used to it, and all Death Watch management is used to Hades asking pointless questions or starting pointless conversations.

"yes, so where are you sitting?"

"On the ground, sometimes in bed."

With the height of the original, sitting on the bed would be an aggrieved thing, but sometimes, Motarian really didn't want to sit on the ground-

The original body, which has always pursued simplicity, does not want to let the servant go to great lengths to drag a chair in, which is too troublesome and useless.

Hades said bitterly,

"I remember, the weight of the Death Guard's standard bed can't hold a primordial body, right?"

Mortarian's walking footsteps paused for a moment, and then a gloating voice rang out,

"Let me guess, Hades."

Motarian didn't say anything, and the original body opened the channel directly unhurriedly,

"Volks, you pay attention to the material repair in the past few days, and if there is a death guard to declare the replacement of the bed, remember to notify me."

Although Vaux on the other end of the channel didn't know what Mortarian was talking about, he dutifully answered

"Yes, sir."

"Hades, I didn't expect it—which poor child's bed did you sit?"

"There's no such thing! Am I, Hades, the one who did that kind of evil thing?! Mortarian, don't tarnish the innocence of my Death Guard Commander! I strongly condemn you for this unjust, immoral slander—"

"Today you help me sort out Druon's debriefing documents, and I don't know anything."

"Deal."

For the next day, the recruits never knew why the original body, which was not in the training plan, suddenly chose to train in person, and they didn't know why the original body was in a good mood, and even took the daily task of training the hound.

In contrast, there was the murky sound of death coming from the office.

Of course, Hades didn't gain nothing, and he received a gift from Motarian who had been too lazy to change his bed, and the original body ordered the broken bed and his original bed, two large pieces of metal, to be welded together, and a new bed was built for him.

As for the new bed, it naturally retains the crack.

As a result, Hades fell asleep every night in a raging rage of wanting to kill the original body, and managed to maintain a high fighting spirit in his daily training.

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[No update tomorrow, 7.1 will resume the update, but the time may not be normal.] 】

Well, it was supposed to be more mainline today.,But the exam was sent.,It's so much so that it's not fun.,So I'll code the interlude first.,Write about Nurgle to heal your heart [interlude] or [intermission] This is something I got from other hammer writers.,In the future, this kind of thing will be written into the interval.,It's a daily and semi-everyday thing? The Martian guide from last time should have been thrown into the interlude as well

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