Chapter 783 Secret Recruitment Plan
After the victory in the defense of Hades, a large number of orphans appeared on the battlefield, so Soshyan made a decision.
Recruit troops on the spot!
But it is not a mortal army he wants to recruit, he wants to recruit the brothers Astartes.
The Chapter Master of the Astral Knights announced that they can take any male orphan between the ages of 8 and 14 who has lost his parents and is willing to join the Astartes.
In the future, these children will participate in trials with local candidates in Naisen No. 4 to compete for the one in 10,000 chance.
Although this is not in line with the rules, no one came out to object. After all, so many orphans are actually a burden for the Ministry of the Interior. Soshyan is willing to bear these burdens, which they can only hope for, and this time Sexual recruitment occurs in many places and is not unusual.
Armin is responsible for the recruitment of Hades Hive, with other recruits assisting.
But in addition, the Astral Knights have another secret recruitment plan, but the targets of recruitment are not limited to orphans after the war, and the executor is Talos——
Slowly, blood dripped on the floor, but Sabourin paid no attention.
"Little Sablin."
The older criminal named Mir stirred, looking down at him with wide, worried eyes.
“Your nose.”
The man handed over a rag torn from his dirty prison uniform. Sabourin stared at it with a puzzled expression.
Mill even wondered if he had a concussion.
"Forget it, you are always so nervous."
After a while, Mir stuffed the rag back into his pocket.
Sablin's eyes became empty again, and then he leaned on the edge of the cell. The nosebleeds continued, one drop after another.
Mier ignored him and climbed back to his bunk and made a face.
The sounds of the prison came in around them, amplified by the grid floor of the cells and surrounding the bars of the cell windows - raised voices, slamming doors, activated alarm systems and the buzz of image monitors , the thud of boots and the clatter of shackles.
Sabourin had only been here five months, but he wished he was dead now, at least he wouldn't be forced to dig and dig with his swollen, bleeding hands.
This is a prison on the northern continent of Armageddon. It is full of all kinds of prisoners, ranging from thieves to murderers.
Their only purpose for living here is to mine raw materials for the Mechanicum's factories and hives from hundreds of veins underground.
Day after day, year after year.
He grew up at the bottom of the hive city, but he has no parents. His real parents may be thieves, blackmailers, psychedelic drug addicts, prostitutes, or murderers.
They could be any of the low-level criminals of the hive, but he didn't know them, he'd never seen them.
Sablin's adoptive father was a small gang leader in the hive city. When his adoptive father was cut into pieces by his rivals, he was only seven years old. He could only cower under the table and close his eyes.
The bottom nest life has no room for the weak. When he was nine years old, he learned to kill, and when he was twelve years old, he was already a well-known thief leader in the neighborhood.
Until he reached into the treasure trove of a powerful man in the Middle Nest——
After a long time, Sabourin finally noticed his nosebleed, and tried in vain to use his dirt-stained Fingers block.
He was thirteen now, by Terran standards, or so he claimed - yet most of the time his behavior was more tempered than that of a twenty-year-old adult.
In addition to his strong body and his willingness to solve problems with his fists, what really allowed him to survive for so long was his innate talent. He has been able to occasionally foresee things since he was very young. to what is about to happen.
He consulted the witch playing with the crystal ball on the street. The old thing said that this was the potential of witchcraft, but Sabourin just gave her a kick.
He never considered himself a wizard.
“Something is coming.”
Suddenly, Sablin felt something in his heart and looked towards the darkness behind the window.
“What?”
His roommate Mir raised his head blankly. This guy was just a poor smuggler, making meager profits by selling private wine.
But after offending the monopoly wine dealer in the hive city, this is what happened. "Bad stuff."
The pressure in the cell was still there, like a dark, persistent headache that continued to build in his temples.
He had never felt so strong.
"But at least it won't be worse than this place."
Sablin said it lightly, but in reality he was scared.
The things he just mentioned can often be seen in his dreams, the paws and sharp claws spinning out of the shadows and the vicious red eyes - which did not bring him any comfort.
Worst of all was the face, a skeleton, a death mask lurking in the dark void.
Whenever he saw it, it came closer, grinning savagely and fiercely without blinking.
"Ready for dinner."
A lazy voice sounded in the corridor.
Since the Greenskin invasion, although the prison has not been attacked, supplies have been almost cut off, which also means that the prisoners have to starve.
Sabourin had already heard that cannibalism had occurred in some prison areas. With no other solution, it seemed that the guards were not going to take care of it.
They only put a very small amount of food into the prison area every day. As for how to distribute it, it is none of their business.
It is natural that the gangs that already existed have grown rapidly due to this situation. If you want to get a bite, you must find a backer and fight with your life.
But Sablin disdains this, he has his own way.
“Get ready.”
Looking at the crowds of people crowding out of the corridor, Sablin calmly leaned against the iron railing.
“Wait until they are all gone.”
Mir nodded, dug under the bed with his hands, and then pulled out a thin wooden stick with iron spikes - this kind of helplessness In this place, it is almost impossible to survive without some defense.
After the crowd had left, Sablin and Mir quietly opened the iron fence and left through another way.
They found a vent just enough for the two of them to crawl in. After crawling inside for about ten minutes, they arrived at a place.
This place was originally a gym, but it was abandoned a long time ago. Now it has become the "warehouse" of the Da Diao Gang. Apart from the meager rations distributed to the gang members every day, the rest is here.
The Big Eagle Gang is the most violent gang in this prison area. There are hundreds of them. The boss is a humanoid beast who has raped and killed hundreds of women. As for why he is still alive, Sablin heard It's because he has a relationship with a powerful family on a certain planet. Anyway, since the guy came in, the guards haven't given him much trouble, and they smoke and drink every week.
Probably, this is someone up there.
“Hey!”
Sabulin, who jumped down from the vent and had his feet wrapped in cloth, did not move immediately. Instead, he squatted on the ground and observed his surroundings vigilantly.
After confirming that no one was there, he sent out the secret signal, and Mir jumped down immediately.
This small room is full of scattered equipment, and in one corner, there is a pile of supplies as high as a person.
Sablin rubbed his hands and walked up, opening a corner of a package, and a ration bar immediately slipped out of it.
“Take at most two at a time, don’t take too much.”
Biting the ration bar with his teeth, Sabourin devoured it while whispering to those around him who were also munching. Roommates.
But suddenly, the red emergency light on the roof of the warehouse suddenly lit up, washing the narrow, cold place with angry light.
With a harsh bang, the door was kicked open.
"I said so."
(End of this chapter)