The training ground was deathly silent.
The half-smoked cigarette in the recruitment officer’s mouth and his notebook fell directly onto his lap.
What kind of physical strength was this!
Heavy ammunition crates that usually required eight strong men using pulley blocks to move were being carried over by these two monsters with one hand?
Aren’t these just pure Imperial workhorses!?
Obedient, strong, and mute to boot!
“Top quality…
absolute top quality!” The recruitment officer’s eyes glazed over.
He didn’t even want his clipboard anymore, jumping out from behind the desk and staring at the two while swallowing hard.
“Perfect!
Obedient and strong enough!
Put them at the very front; what enemy position couldn’t be broken?” The manager struck while the iron was hot.
“These three are going to Cadia.
The leader said they can’t leave those old mining tools behind, so…” “Approved!
All approved!” The recruitment officer waved his hand and shouted loudly, “The little one, Karen, right?
I’m giving you the rank of Sergeant.
These two big guys will be assigned directly to your auxiliary squad!
An independent cargo hold is no problem, and I’ll authorize an extra quota for two carts for you!” Pausing, he slapped his hand down.
“Go to the armory and draw two Heavy Bolters for these two.
Putting ordinary lasguns in their hands would be like toothpicks; we can’t waste such heavy firepower material.” Twenty minutes later.
Karen held a Sergeant identification card, several sets of special transit permits, and two vouchers for the Heavy Bolters.
The enlistment process went exceptionally smoothly—so smoothly that Karen felt it was somewhat surreal.
Outside the starport, the massive recruitment ship ‘Dauntless’ resembled a black behemoth floating in the void.
Adeptus Arbites inspectors at the boarding gate were conducting the final inspections.
This was the strictest check and the place where things were most likely to go wrong.
The manager’s after-sales service was very thorough; he had already coordinated with the ship’s captain and the accompanying inspectors in advance.
Approaching the security gate, fully armed Arbites guards held Hellguns, their gazes scanning the three of them.
A freight cart carrying ‘mining equipment’—which was actually the disassembled Power Armor parts of Horus and Kulen—stopped behind them.
“Identification chips.” A guard reached out.
Karen handed them over.
The scanner flashed green.
All the forged and completed registration documents were clearly visible.
There were no blemishes; they were perfectly clean.
The guard frowned, sizing up the tightly wrapped Horus and Kulen.
“Remove your masks for facial comparison.” The surrounding air grew a few degrees colder.
Once the masks were removed, although Karen believed no one in this era would recognize Horus’s face, if Kulen’s face was recorded, the The Unforgiven of the Dark Angels would surely catch the scent.
By then, Horus’s identity would also be exposed.
Before Karen could speak, an inspector wearing an officer’s peaked cap walked over from the side and slapped the back of the guard’s head.
“Are you blind?
Didn’t you see the special authorization from the Departmento Munitorum?
These are top-grade heavy Ogryns!
If you piss them off and they go berserk, they’ll slap your head into your chest cavity.
Will you pay the pension?” The guard pulled his neck back.
Looking at the two silent giants staring at him through their mask visors, a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
Stories of Ogryns going berserk and tearing guards apart were nothing new in the Astra Militarum.
“Then…
the equipment behind…” “That’s the Sergeant’s personal property; the higher-ups approved an inspection waiver!
Let them through!” The inspector waved his hand impatiently.
The heavy metal gate slowly rose.
No crates were opened; no masks were removed.
Even the most basic contraband scan was skipped.
Carrying their cargo and pushing the cart with the Heavy Bolters, the three walked into the heart of the recruitment ship through the dim freight corridor.
This place was far from the lower decks where the recruits lived; it was a decommissioned and reactivated independent sealed cargo hold.
The hatch clicked shut, and the red airtight indicator light turned on.
This became their absolutely safe fortress on this ship.
After ensuring there were no surveillance devices around, Karen let out a long sigh of relief and slumped down onto one of the containers.
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!”