Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 190 I Don’t Agree with the Death Trial

On the Thunderhawk fighter, Lin Heng looked at the towering mountains in the distance and thought that such an area was no better than the original Nest City.

Although the sun can be seen, the season in this area is now roughly mid-winter. Even in the deep mountain valleys, the temperature hovers around zero degrees.

Although the absence of large carnivores reduced the danger, lack of food was also a factor in killing the recruits.

What's more, the selection criteria for Space Marine recruits must be tens of thousands of times more difficult than those for the Astra Militarum.

After confirming that the training ground met the selection criteria, the Zakli Think Tank asked Lin Heng to use psychic power to contact the combat barge.

Half a day later, the twelve hundred mechanical servants from the lower deck, who had not left the lower cabin since the modification, finally felt the coldness of the earth.

The captain of the 10th Company, Frank, immediately ordered them to renovate the trial site. With the help of the large-scale mechanized equipment brought in by Governor Darwin, the entire trial site began a vigorous transformation.

And because the number of conscripts was indeed a bit too large, the planets that the regiment usually passed by would only give them 50,000 young men at most.

After picking and choosing, those who were weak and would definitely die in the trial were eliminated. After eliminating those who were doubtful about their age, there were basically only about 10,000 left, sometimes even less.

After all, not every planet has enough population, some planets like Terra have a population of one hundred trillion, while others like the planet of El, where Lin Heng was born, have a population of only tens of millions.

Therefore, Captain Frank used certain physical data as standards and instructed Governor Darwin to send young men with above-average values ​​to the trial site.

The criteria for selecting Space Marines is not only to be strong enough, but also to select the appropriate identity. Civilian? Noble? Prisoner? Of course, the best of the best.

The large number of people made Frank feel generous. After fifteen days, after careful selection, there were still nearly 80,000 young men left.

The huge transport plane slowly landed, and a total of three thousand young men arrived at the trial site.

Governor Darwin and Lin Heng stood on a platform several dozen meters high, looking at the growing crowd.

“Dear angels, these young men were selected according to your requirements.

They are all young people with aspirations who, under the influence of the national religion, want to contribute a part of their strength to the empire.

They are now handed over to you. If you need anything, please inform the monks of the state religion and they will convey it to you."

Governor Darwin bowed his head and left.

The servoskulls flew into the astonished crowd, and Captain Frank's voice roared like thunder.

Those like Abel who were in the reserve of the 10th Company directed the crowd to gather at the designated location.

Lin Heng looked at the young men who were dressed differently. Some of them were probably from temperate or subtropical regions. Their clothes were not very thick and they were shivering as soon as they got off the spaceship.

Lin Heng asked doubtfully:

"Don't you provide them with warm cotton clothes? Wouldn't a lot of them freeze to death before they even start training?"

"Why do you think we would choose such a place?"

Pastor Caesar said indifferently with his arms crossed.

"We have our own way, Lin Heng, the scout, the Space Marines always prefer to have nothing rather than something less than enough."

The Zakli Think Tank also did not speak very enthusiastically.

Lin Heng opened his mouth, looked suddenly at the group of teenagers, and then looked at the two of them, but was interrupted by Zachli as soon as he opened his mouth.

“Scout Lin Heng, although you are very capable, you should also know that no one will be as lucky as you.

Space Marines never consider luck in their dictionary. To become a powerful Astartes, one must emerge from a sea of ​​blood and leave on a mountain of corpses.

This cannot be changed, even by the Primarch."

"Everyone, you have seven hours to run to the tower on the mountainside and back.

There is no mercy involved, there are only two options: success and failure. If successful, you will continue with the next training.

You unsuccessful piece of trash, go back to your flea nest immediately, because you are destined to be a failed piece of trash.

I don’t believe in your so-called bullshit beliefs at all. The state religion only produces fools like you!

Shake off your bloated butts and let the air sneak between your legs.

You shouldn't move the damn thing yet!"

"Oh!"

Frank pulled the trigger and the sound of the bomb scared everyone again. They participated in the training with full admiration for the angels, but they never expected that the actual situation would be so different.

"Ahhh!"

"Run!"

"I want to go home!"

“Mom, Dad!”

...

The scene was a bit chaotic, but most of the teenagers obeyed Frank's instructions and ran towards the mountainside at high speed.

This is a test of both endurance and willpower. The road leading to the tower has been completely transformed by the mechanical servants.

In front of the boys was a three-kilometer-long road paved with logs, with the logs stacked up randomly.

Some of the piles were even five or six meters high, and it would take a lot of energy for these young children to climb over them.

The robot servants guarding both sides of the road ensure that everyone follows the designated route. It can be said that the only way to stop is to give up.

And Lin Heng probably knew at this time that this was the initial benefit, because the subsequent trials would no longer be merciful.

The boys struggled to climb over one pile of logs and found another pile behind it. When they climbed over the higher ones, they found that there was still a new pile waiting for them.

The boy who ranks first doesn't care. He wants to be an angel. He is not like those guys who only know how to cry for their parents.

The priest had spoken of many ways to contribute to the empire, but when he heard the angel's story, his goal was set.

Five years later, the eleven-year-old boy finally waited for the arrival of the angels. He must seize the opportunity to let the angels see his determination.

“I want to be the first one to finish!”

The boy shouted and climbed onto the highest log, but then he slipped and rolled down from the height, becoming the first boy to die in the trial.

Then, as if some kind of switch was turned on, people who were climbing began to fall down from above one after another.

Some people are lucky and only break a few bones, while others are unlucky and only break one, but it is the one in the neck.

“Lack of concentration is a major factor in death on the battlefield.

Make them hurry up!" Frank shouted.

Two hours later, someone finally passed the log zone, but when he stood along the bank of the icy river, he was already exhausted and panting.

“I am a Bai people who want to be a warrior. The tribe leader taught us the power of faith.

The great Four-Armed God Emperor will surely bless me to become an angel. The cold river water cannot stop the warriors of the Bai people!"

After praying silently, the boy gritted his teeth and waded into the cold river. Although the water was not turbulent, the deepest part just covered his head.

"Gurgle gurgle.. gurgle gurgle..."

So the teenagers who rushed to the river bank saw a dead body floating down.

Seeing this, everyone stopped to catch their breath. Fortunately, those scary-looking humans did not urge them to move forward.

"Extreme individualism without teamwork will lead to death sooner or later," said Zakli Think Tank.

When there were enough people, dozens of them worked together to push a smaller log into the river.

They huddled together, with their upper bodies lying on the logs, their legs swinging up and down, and then slowly moved towards the other side.

"Ah...ah...I have cramps...I...Gurgle..."

"Save me..Gululu..Save me..Gululuulu"

The logs floated horizontally and the bodies flowed vertically. The survivors pushed the logs onto the mud and ran towards the tower with hunched bodies.

"Pfft..."

"Pfft..."

Another hour passed, and the first group bypassed the tower and met the follow-up people, and then waited for reinforcements.

"Use..hiss..harder..hiss..push..."

The log hit the water again, but the man who shouted did not get his second chance.

The robot servant extended its half-human-sized mechanical claws and stacked him together with the frozen corpses.

Most of the teenagers died on the way back, and their frozen bodies even filled the grooves between the logs.

As a result, the following young people don’t even have to climb down with great effort, but if they are not careful and fall in such an environment, they will feel death slowly approaching.

"A strong will is the key to survival on the battlefield," said Pastor Caesar.

Seven hours passed quickly, and finally 297 people successfully returned to the camp.

The robot servants immediately covered them with the prepared blankets and then injected them with sufficient amounts of life-sustaining injections.

The medical station prepared in advance was put into use immediately, and all the conscripts who successfully returned survived tenaciously.

"I don't f*cking agree!"

Lin Heng scolded loudly.

Cold-blooded, so cold-blooded that his stomach was aching. Numb, so numb that his temples were throbbing.

He really couldn't understand why he, who claimed to be the kind-hearted son of Vulcan, was doing such a sad and outrageous thing here.

The Space Marines who were protecting the Empire and humanity suffered 2703 deaths in seven hours.

It was like a worthless item, being moved around at will by the robot servants, even if it was crushed.

"How could Vulcan have children like you! You are insulting his reputation!

Vulkan... huh... Vulkan is a person who is soft-hearted even to farts. It is impossible for him to choose his Space Marines like this!

This is totally wrong! Although the parents of these children hope that they will become angels, they would never think that their children would die in the selection process! "

"So we don't want to interact with the crowd," said the pastor.

"..., I *you*! The empire can become what it is now, and you have made your *contributions* to it!"