In Barbaraus' largest building, daylight shines through the windows, illuminating the carpet brightly and fluffy.

Its ruler had returned, staring at the newborn building with a thoughtful eye, but fortunately it had no carvings that the Lord of Death hated, and its simple walls resembled the bulkheads of the Endurance.

The largest main hall was opened for the first time, and Motarian himself ordered that he should interrogate guests from afar.

The news of the Death Guard's return to Barbaros has long been known, and they are like stones thrown into boiling oil, and they have rightfully stirred the hearts of people here.

And the Lord of Death is the center of this grand stage, even if he himself does not want to admit it, but the crown of the original body is worn, and no one is immune.

Even if most of the policies that interest people are not from him.

Motarian stared thoughtfully at Barbarus outside the window.

On the main road of Siping and Bada, the crowd is endless, people are noisy, laughing and walking on the street, the sun makes the road bright and dazzling, but people seem to have become accustomed to it.

There are even shops, bars on both sides of the street. Mortarian lowered his eyes, once upon a time, Barbaros was still an era of bartering and rationing, but after the arrival of peace and technology, human civilization here has developed rapidly.

He chewed it all slowly, recalling the crowd that had just arrived, people thanking him for bringing liberation, for bringing prosperity, for bringing everything they had now.

Motarian wasn't sure whether they were thanking more for liberation or more for prosperity.

But he looked at these people who had not been gassed, at those who had not been crushed by the suffering. It is more likely that it will be the latter.

If it's the latter. They are thankful for the wrong person.

Motarian glanced back at Hades, who was sitting at the long table approving documents, and then turned his head again to stare at the crowd.

Motarian pondered, he wondered if it was all good or bad, the side of the Lord of Death was telling him that people had become weak, but in another part of his heart, he realized that everything that was now was the dream that his comrades had longed for.

Even if he only promised them death and liberation.

The Lord of Death pondered, and in the end he didn't come up with his answer, but he didn't want it to be destroyed, and he didn't come up with a better answer, so so be it.

It's just that the next time he recruits Barbaros recruits, he needs to be more attentive, sifting out the cowards, and sifting out the hedonists.

The people had told Motarian their choice and the answer, they had accepted Motarian, they had chosen Motarian, and then Motarian naturally fulfilled his promise.

Anyway, Motarian's slow thought of being surrounded by people and cheering didn't disgust him so much.

But being kind to the people of Barbarus does not mean that he will be kind to others, and Barbarus has accepted too many others, and Motarian still needs to check them one by one.

When night falls, he will personally meet with representatives from other worlds.

After a few more moments by the window, thinking that nothing else was on his mind, Motarian let his thoughts drift casually, and finally decided to see what the others were doing.

The Lord of Death strode over to Hades and squinted at the documents he had approved.

Seeing Motarian coming over to join in the fun, Hades ignored him and continued to flip through the report handed in by Garo.

In the human settlement on Planet 5, Garo successfully led the grave keepers to a verdict, and the tall warriors walked into the downtown and ripped out the sinners like chickens.

In front of the battle-hardened veterans, the guns and ammunition prepared by those ruffians are simply oversized toys.

Hades looked at the picture sent by Galo, who explained that he had to use a more violent way because the other side tried to resist.

Blood and internal organs were splattered all over the floor, the skull was open like a dead fish, its eyes glowed with an eerie light, bone slag splattered on the muzzle of the blaster, and flesh and blood slowly slid down the power armor.

Hades swallowed.

After confirming that each of them had been executed, Garo read aloud the crimes of the men and the judgment of the death guards in the grave guard's ring.

Well. It's quite a killer monkey, but Hades feels that his neck is cold.

It's better to pay more attention to the mental health of veterans.,Fortunately, Jia Luo didn't use his skull to pose or anything.,There's no torture or anything.,Although it's true that the picture is very impactful.。

The most blackly humorous thing is probably because Hades told Garo to focus on edification, and Garo ended up thanking the other law-abiding citizens for not causing trouble for the Death Guard.

Hades looked hideous, he didn't know what to say, so he had to give Galo's report a [pass].

Motarian was looking at it with relish, and seemed to have a higher opinion of Garo.

Don't come to a consensus in such a strange place! Hades shouted silently.

Thankfully, Vaux arrived shortly after, telling the Lord of Death that everything was ready and that he was ready to meet the visitors.

The tall middle-aged man took a deep breath and straightened his shirt again, he stomped his foot unconsciously, and only felt a little relieved after feeling the pressure of the leather shoes on the heel.

He is a representative from the world of the Little Dead, their star field, which is remote and barren, and I don't know which unfortunate human expedition ship it is on the ancestors, smashed headlong into this place where birds don't, and struggled to put down roots on it.

Around their world, there are other worlds, all of which are in a state where birds don't, but after careful comparison, he found that he is still the poorest in the area.

They didn't have the ability to sail out of the galaxy, and when an exploration ship from the empire arrived at them, they went straight to the line, begging grandpa and grandma to hope that this "empire" could improve the environment and give them some local technology.

But alas, a few red-robed robots got off the exploration ship, and after a meal, announced that they had no resources there, it was a "dead world", and the exploration ship threw a tithe notice to them, and left directly.

The locals looked at the tax list in amazement, according to the words of those people, because there were few resources, their planet was still the least tax stall, and they only needed to pay people.

Faced with this situation, saying that you don't want to scold people must be false.

Fortunately, the people of those empires still have the last bit of conscience, and give them a communication device that can contact the distant star field, and there is no other way, so they send people to stay there every day to listen to the communication of other ships, and learn Gothic by the way.

Then they learned about Barbarus.

For a long time, the channel was boiling with news about it, Barbarus, Barbarus, a word that is not a High Gothic, repeatedly mentioned by different people, different tones, different radio waves.

From a few words, they learned that Barbaros was the home planet of the Death Guard, and was now welcoming representatives of the various worlds, and that the Death Watch wanted to unite the star field and establish a relatively stable environment.

Locals, you look at me, I look at you, it seems that they, a place where birds don't, are defined by the empire as an "independent world", and they are the last thing they can do to show their hands.

With no one to help them, the natural environment of the Dead World can make them extinct.

So they discussed with the surrounding dead worlds, and everyone pooled some resources, and began to bombard the nearby star fields with the communication equipment left by the empire, and finally called a merchant fleet.

So here he is.

After being confirmed on the list, he was allowed to arrive in Barbaros after working on a merchant ship to save a ticket home.

To tell the truth, his companions are all nobles from the rich world, and most of them also have their own exclusive ships, and it is impossible for him not to be cowardly in this group.

Barbarus' true master had not yet arrived, and time was waiting, and the companions were either talking to the red-robed cyborg (he now knew it was the Sage), searching for the Ables in human settlements, or talking to visitors from other worlds.

He? He originally planned to go to work, he inquired, there are many jobs that require labor here, after all, they are people who survive in the world of death, not to mention anything else, there is still strength.

But he was stopped by Master Fowler.

Mistress Fowler is a big fat man with a smile on his face, and he is in charge of dealing with the silent Space Marines in the days when the Death Guard has not yet arrived.

I've heard that Lord Fowler was personally chosen by the Death Watch management, and he's a very capable man, and often keeps the conversation off the hook when several of the nests represent Mars.

He originally planned to ask Lord Fowler to apply for a temporary residence permit on Planet 5 so that he could work, but Fowler looked at him with a smile for a while and asked him why he went to Planet 5.

To make money, he replied truthfully, the ticket money was enough, he had a fancy to the rock water extraction technology peddled by a mechanical sage, and they needed this there.

He licked his lips, they were there.

"How do you make money?"

"Part-time job."

As if hearing some funny joke, Fowler's eyes widened and he burst out laughing, the flesh on his face fluctuating.

"Laugh at me, young man, you're from the world of the dead, aren't you? Let me give you a few words. ”

Fowler suppressed his voice.

"Do you see those female representatives of the nest, of course, male representatives, you can go and talk to them, coax them to be happy, and the dew in your hands is enough for you to buy a boat. If you go to work, you will never be able to save enough money. ”

"Come on, come closer, I'll tell you how you do it, I know them, I like you the most, if it weren't for Fowler, I would have looked improvised"

On that day, his three views were reshaped.

But the good news was that he had settled a deal with the sage, and by the way, he had given himself a look that he could see.

After that, he cut off those connections, for his world, he has done his duty, he still went to work, he can't stand it.

Although he has little money, he already has the things that his world lacks most, and he can take his time with the rest.

But before he could leave, the Death Guard returned, and the Lord of Death asked to meet with representatives of each world.

He hesitated to run, just like him, like his planet, the Lord of Death wouldn't scold them for such an unpopular thing, right?

And I've heard that the Death Guard is very strict, and the Lord of Death only favors the true brave.

He thought about what he had done when he arrived at Barbarus, and decided that it would be better to run.

But Master Fowler found him again, and whispered to him breathlessly.

"Listen, the Legion Commander is present, you just say that you are from the Death World, tell the truth, don't tell lies, but you pay attention, the Legion Commander is usually followed by a Commander, and when the Legion Commander leaves, if the Commander asks you, you will tell you about your experience in Barbarus, but don't do it in front of the Legion Commander."

His eyes widened,

"Wait, why help me, Lord Fowler."

Fowler shook him with a sweat-wiping handkerchief, and said casually,

"You guys who run out of small places, your brain is like this, I know that there is a world behind you alone, so you don't learn a little better, you just think about labor."

"This is not a rags to riches, I tell you, the Lord of the Death Guard is far more powerful than everyone you meet, it is a monstrous existence!"

"A word from a big man can decide the fate of a planet."

"As long as you match their preferences and provide them with value, they can make a difference to you, your world!"

Fowler gave him a meaningful look and walked away.

Unenlightened guy, Fowler thought, that man, he represents Barbarus's recent circle of death, who else can he fancy if the Legion Commander doesn't fancy him?

It's a pity that this guy didn't even inquire about the captain's preferences, and he didn't know at all that he was using his identity, tsk, the person who came from the world of death was the axis.

To put it mildly, the Death Guard is pretty good, but thankfully Lord Hades isn't that kind of person.

He entered the hall.

All the representatives of the planets they had seen in the past had gathered here, but instead of loud boasting, all whispered in a wavering restlessness, exchanging as much information as they could.

Two tall death guards stood in the doorway of the inner chamber that connected the hall, and from time to time someone came out of it, and then someone was called in, and they were named according to the name of the planet.

Some walked out of the door almost in collapse, and others came out trembling so violently that they could barely spit out a complete sentence.

The remaining survivors watched them with trepidation, fantasizing about what they would face next, and some even wanted to leave directly, but were politely stopped by Fowler on the other side of the hall door.

People stared at the door to the inner chamber as if blood was oozing out of the door.

He quietly took a glass of wine and sat in a remote corner, anxiously awaiting the coming judgment.

"Eunice."

When it finally came to him, he took another deep breath and stepped through the door, passing by the sobbing departer.

"Hello, don't be nervous, you're a representative from Younistri, right?"

Unexpectedly, at the end of the door, a warrior taller than the other Death Guards was smiling at him, half of his head covered in hideous metal and scars.

"Yes, yes, sir."

He replied hurriedly, and then walked along the corridor with the adults,

"I see you're from the world of death, and then you also represent the three human worlds around you, right?"

He nodded frantically, for fear that if it was too late, what Master Fowler had told him would have been thrown out of the clouds.

"I'm the commander of the Death Guard, Hades, relax, relax, friend, you're all a little too nervous."

The footsteps of the two echoed slowly in the corridor,

"Can you tell me what you want to do in Barbaros on behalf of these four worlds?"

That's the question that stopped him.

All along, coming to Barbaros was only a general concept, and his people sent him on the ship, and they didn't say anything about what they wanted him to do, as if when he arrived in Barbarus, the idea grew on its own.

Actually, when he arrived in Barbaros and saw the equipment of the sages, the idea did come to him on its own, but after that

"I didn't think about it, my lord."

Hades raised an eyebrow, this is the first representative of the Dead World they have ever met, don't give him a king bomb at the beginning, okay?

Motarian's mood had already been exhausted by the conversation with the representative of the Hive, so Hades called in a representative of the world of death to ease the atmosphere.

"And what did you do when you came to Barbarus?"

"Save money to buy a ticket back to the boat, and the technology to squeeze water from the rocks."

It's kind of interesting, Hades thought.

"Is your world a rock-filled planet?"

"Yes, my lord, there we are."

Hades slowly induced the nervous representative to speak, and the man's words were noticeably more straightforward and undisguised than those of the nest representatives.

Of course, those nests mean that no matter how much they embellish their language, in front of Motarian for a while, everything will have to be shaken out.

Then they were led out by Hades again, and Hades took the opportunity to talk and guide their thoughts again.

The despicable Barbaros .jpg

Today is just a bottom-out, and then according to today's intelligence, these representatives will be classified and negotiated.

Hades pondered the conversation between the previous representatives, and unhurriedly induced the man to speak, the representative of Younistri who was probably going to be classified as a conscription negotiator by the Death Guard.

Compared to the despicable Hades, he stumbled to answer the questions of the adults, and told the commander about their situation there.

It's hard for them to survive there, and he wants to talk a little more, so that the adults can realize their difficulties, and maybe they will be kind enough to give his planet some support.

But he couldn't help but boast of the wisdom and tenacity of the people there who had survived and made some of their own achievements in that kind of shit place, even if it might have been nothing more than a fortress of mud in the eyes of these people.

He said and said that even he was a little drifting, and he seemed homesick, but Master Hades suddenly stopped, his eyes shining at him.

In front of them was another door.

"You're about to face the Legion Commander, take it easy, he'll be happy with you."

Hades smiled softly at him, then opened the door for him.

Behind the door was a turning point in his life and his hometown.

The Lord of Death stared at him with interest.

Lord Fowler was right, but Lord Fowler was also wrong.

His past, the past of his home planet, and their courage to persist in living are the greatest confidence to achieve what they are today.

Yes, yards.

This chapter is 5k!

Fuck, I'm going to finish farming, uh-aa

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