Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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Hades scratched his head as the children's screams rose and fell.

Oh, it's not that there's danger; he's currently in the first fully-fledged boarding school built in the Star Ring.

Hades stands at the school gate, with a bright bone white as the main color, elegant moss green as the embellishment, and simple Barbarosian proverbs as patterns surrounding the skull in the center. This is the overall architectural style of the school.

Perhaps if a Blood Angel, Ultra Warrior, or Son of the Emperor were to come here, they would definitely say that this place is too oppressive, dull, and lacks a sense of holiness.

But in reality, Hades, who had little aesthetic sense, simply photographed and uploaded the Death Guard's design proposal.

If Hades were to come up with a school template, the only one he could think of was the school in his past life, which was like a prison.

Hades still remembers the strange scene of the mechanical sage in charge of the school coming to ask him what kind of thing he wanted, and the two of them staring at each other blankly.

Forget it, as long as it's built and usable, that's a success!

Currently, the school houses four thousand children of varying ages and employs eight hundred Barbarus to manage their daily lives, with each daily teacher having four servants.

In terms of culture and education, there are also one hundred "highly educated talents" selected by Hades. Hades carefully selected these one hundred people from a group of impoverished nobles, intending to test the waters first.

In terms of physical fitness, Hades hired eight hundred mortal auxiliary soldiers from the Death Guard. Some of the veterans were too old or had old ailments that prevented them from continuing to stay in the army, so Hades simply sent them to the school.

This gave Hades an idea: he could have these veterans keep an eye on the noble scum, who were also Gothic speakers, since the Barbarus people couldn't understand the nobles' High Gothic language.

The ordinary civilian auxiliary troops who accompany the army generally have a high degree of loyalty to the Legion and the Primarch.

Today, Hades, who was out slacking off—no, on an inspection tour—decided to take a look around the school.

It has been more than a month since the school started operating.

But, standing through the gate, listening to the children's screams and laughter, Hades had a bad feeling.

It's worth noting the unusual age distribution of Tobabarus: all the children here are under twelve years old, and those over twelve are already considered adults.

Imagine suddenly throwing a bunch of kids into a place ten thousand times better than their previous environment, providing them with ample food and drinking water, while not requiring them to do any work.

Previously, these children were at most just a few mischievous kids from a small village. Barbalus's poison gas couldn't make them shout or do much physical exercise that consumed oxygen.

Everyone who has dealt with the Barbarosians will say that they are silent and inactive, like a dead tree.

What they didn't know was that these were habits formed from being in the Barbaros gas environment for a long time.

With toxic gas present, talking or moving around recklessly is clearly unwise.

But now, everything is different.

There was no poison gas, food was plentiful, and there was no need to work.

A bunch of brats.

Just one month is enough for them to unleash their true nature.

Hades suddenly realized something was wrong.

Hearing the screams coming from the other side of the door, Hades took a breath and then gestured for his servants to open the door.

What came into his view was a group of Barbarossa kids jumping around on the large playground.

The children screamed, laughed, or remained silent, tumbling up and down the various physical training equipment on the playground. Hades stared in disbelief as a child jumped directly down from a five-meter-high climbing pole.

On the other side, a group of children were firing guns with bolt-action mechanisms at the children who were climbing and playing on the obstacles.

What the hell!

Several children were knocked down!

Hades watched as the children fell to the ground, then instantly got up and chased after the child who had just shot them.

Beside the frolicking children, ordinary veterans shouted in broken Barbarus, a language with a strange accent.

"Run! Don't be a coward!"

Shoot him! Shoot him!

"Hold your rifle butt, you little brat!"

Further away, in an area designated for spraying poison gas, a group of children were wrestling inside.

Wow. Groove.

Hades did indeed only tell the "teachers" to teach physical fitness and literacy, to focus on cultivating the children's loyalty to the Empire and the Legion, and to avoid death and disability.

Hades left the rest to them to do as they pleased.

but now.

This is somewhat different from the school Hades had imagined.

How should I put it? It has a kind of wild beauty.

Hades' last remaining stereotype is that schools in the Warhammer world should all be aristocratic academies.

But it's clear that Deathguard seems to have pioneered a wilder, more aggressive approach to education.

Hades stood alone at the school gate, bewildered.

A sharp-eyed child spotted Hades at the gate. The little boy climbed to the top of the obstacle and shouted in Hades' direction.

"what!!!"

"It's the Lord of Death Guard!"

The shrill cry immediately drew everyone's attention to Hades.

Some children stood frozen in place, while others awkwardly stood at attention and performed the Eagle Salute. But most of them, a group of children, ran towards Hades at the same time.

Ahhhhh!

Hades felt fear for the first time in his life as he watched a horde of human cubs, barely reaching his knees, swarm toward him.

Is it too late for him to leave now?

In the distance, those ordinary veterans shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Salute! Salute to the sir!"

The children immediately surrounded Hades, their eyes filled with curiosity as they looked at him.

Because they were still young, and because the Death Guard was relatively approachable in Barbarossa, these kids weren't afraid of the Space Marines at all.

Even some of their elders were Death Guardians.

But they were curious.

Some children even tried to rush onto Hades, so Hades had to catch them one by one with each hand. His shoulder armor was also covered by children, and a bunch of children were sitting on his exquisite backpack.

"Sir, why are you older than the other adults?"

"Eat a lot, eat a lot."

Hades coaxed the children who were surrounded by layers of them while slowly shuffling his feet, trying to move.

Seeing that Hades was having some trouble dealing with the children, the veterans stepped forward and, after receiving a pleading signal from Hades, began to drive the children away.

The children stood reluctantly on the outside, watching Hades.

Hades exchanged a few pleasantries with the "physical education teachers," who were actually ordinary veterans, before continuing his journey to the teaching area.

His main purpose in coming here was to check whether the "talents" sent by Makado were getting the job done.

Um.

But even after Hades entered the teaching area, the noise did not diminish at all.

Hades walked to the central control room and began reviewing the surveillance footage.

In the largest classroom, Fowler was teaching his students High Gothic.

"This word means [tax evasion]!"

The once ever-smiling Fowler now looked utterly haggard. He stared at the unruly group of kids below the stage, his voice hoarse with frustration.

These are the children who are willing to learn; the ones who aren't are already running around on the playground.

[tax evasion!]

The children in the audience, who were still listening to the lecture, recited it aloud together.

Hades was just a hair's breadth away from losing control.

He blinked and decided to look at the next room, which was filled with Barbaros adults. Most of the nobles were staying there as if they were taking refuge, teaching these hired Barbaros to read.

Yes. It's definitely better to teach adults to read first.

When get out of class ended, Hades called Fowler out.

Seeing Fowler on the verge of madness from the torment, Hades found himself speechless.

How are the classes going lately?

"Fortunately, sir, everything is under control."

Fowler said listlessly, but he still dutifully managed a greasy smile.

“We plan to teach the adults to read first, and then let them teach each other.”

In fact, only Lord Barbarus can control Barbarus brat.

Compared to the veterans who were in charge of physical fitness and would beat up children if they didn't like them, these nobles were the ones who had met their true nemesis.

The other party's actions are illogical, and they don't understand what you're saying.

Fowler coughed up blood in his mind.

Hades was silent for a moment.

"Can you control these children?"

Fowler forced a wry smile.

"Sir, if possible, please hire some more Barbarosians."

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Chapter 150 Hey hey, necromancer, get up!

Planet 106 is currently a mining planet belonging to the Greiel Forging World.

As a marginal planet, its vast expanse of yellowish-brown land is arid, cold, and prone to sandstorms.

But it is not as barren as it appears; on the contrary, the planet is quite rich in minerals.

106 can produce a rare metal for Grei'e, which is extremely ductile, making it one of the most precious mineral planets in this casting world.

Heavy mining machines roared day and night on this planet, warning lights flashed, dust billowed, and ore tumbled.

But before that, 106 wasn't actually its name.

Wenmas, that's the name given to it by the Ithacas dynasty.

The eldest son, who was expelled, sleeps here.

"Welcome, Death Guardians."

The forger in the crimson robe bowed deeply, saluting the Space Marine before him.

"Hello,"

Morag simply returned the greeting.

Behind Death Guard Morag were four of Death Guard's best recruits.

Antaeus, Pasteur, Lena, Fleming.

This was originally a simple delivery mission; Death Guard only needed to show his face.

Under the tacit agreement between Deathguard and Greière, they needed to oversee the loading and transport of the Blackstone shipment to prove that Greière's shipment was "without problems."

"I'm sorry, members of the Death Guard, but the mining of Blackrock may still take a standard Terra week."

"You can go to the area where the black stone is being mined and wait to observe the mining process."

"The good news is that the blasting sites for the black rock mining in Zone 03 are all ready. If you go now, you can catch the first batch of blasting operations."

Since their mission here was Blackrock, Morag couldn't stay in the other mining areas of the Mechanicus, so he readily agreed to go.