They wore old dust masks, and the sound of their breathing through the filters was as heavy as two engines on the verge of exploding.
Karen didn’t need to explain further.
Two living, fully intact “Ogryns” who were even more muscular than a typical Ogryn.
The administrator’s breathing hitched.
Top-tier heavy units like these, capable of tearing through enemy lines under heavy fire, were highly sought after across the entire sector.
Whoever sent such recruits up would definitely receive commendations and promotions from the Departmento Munitorum.
Moreover, this person knew the rules of the game.
The administrator nimbly pulled the backpack into his arms, his fleshy face breaking into a wide grin.
“Of course, of course!
These two servants of yours…
they look like top-tier warriors of the Emperor.
Don’t worry about the registration papers; I’ll handle them.
Follow me, we’ll take the special channel.” The efficiency of getting things done after receiving a gift was surprisingly high in any era.
With the administrator personally leading the way, Karen and the other two entered through the recruitment station’s side door without hindrance.
The thousands of gaunt Hive City civilians huddled together in the front square, waiting to register, lived in a completely different world.
Upon entering the office area, the first checkpoint was identity verification.
The administrator had already prepared a set of blank documents stamped with the Departmento Munitorum’s seal and handed a temporary ID chip to the clerk.
The machine beeped.
No one questioned Karen’s previous status as a Scavenger, nor did they even check if his name was real.
The second checkpoint was a physical examination and Psychic Screening.
Several drowsy Ecclesiarchy priests and military doctors sat in the hall.
The administrator walked over and subtly pressed a high-purity industrial silver ingot into the lead priest’s palm.
The priest felt the weight of the silver ingot and looked up at the two mountain-like figures standing at the door.
“No need to check,” the priest said, pulling over the screening forms.
He flipped through the ‘Ogryns’ ID files and stamped them with a bright red “Qualified” seal.
These days, everyone had a tacit understanding.
Ogryn Abhumans were famous for being dim-witted, and their psychic resistance was incredibly high; wasting time running psychic scans on them was a complete waste of electricity.
The third checkpoint was the recruit obedience test, the only part where they had to show their faces before the recruitment officer.
In the spacious indoor training ground, a few mortals who had been pressed into service were huffing and puffing as they moved sandbags.
The recruitment officer was a grim-faced veteran who was currently venting his anger while holding a roster.
The administrator leaned in and whispered a few words to him.
The recruitment officer looked suspiciously at Horus and Kulen, who were wrapped up like mummies.
“Mute?
Can they still understand orders?” The recruitment officer tapped the table with his clipboard.
“Don’t just run around aimlessly at the front; that’s worse than being cannon fodder.
Go, move that one-ton ammo crate by the door over here.” Karen turned and pointed casually at the long, rusty iron crate.
“Pick it up.” Without any unnecessary words, Horus and Kulen stepped forward.
The two transhumans—one two meters tall and the other three and a half—walked side by side.
The sheer pressure radiating from their very bones forced the surrounding mortal recruits to instinctively move aside.
Kulen bent down.
He had intended to lift one end with both hands, but a split second before acting, he caught sight of Horus beside him.
The Wolf Shepherd God simply reached out with his right hand, his five thick fingers gripping the groove at the edge of the iron crate, and flicked his wrist.
The half-ton ammo crate, still attached to its weighted base, was hoisted up single-handedly.
There was no roar of exertion, nor any sign of his legs trembling.
The movement was as effortless as picking up an empty lunchbox.
Kulen saw this and didn’t hesitate; he grabbed the other end with one hand and lifted it as well.
Just like that, one on each side, they carried the one-ton crate with one hand each, walking back to the front with steady steps.
“Thud!” The iron crate hit the floor, and the tiles of the entire floor shuddered.
The recruitment officer froze in place, the small notebook in his hand nearly falling to the ground.
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”