Large numbers of adventurers were gathered for training, because there were no longer any monsters for them to fight. Leman Russ also did not want this group of people, who possessed some combat ability yet had no proper jobs, spilling into society.
"Listen up! You scum who know nothing of discipline, Loyalty, or courage!" A scar-faced Auxilia sergeant roared at the militia unit made up of adventurers. "There is only one thing you need to know now: fight for the Imperium of Man! Die for The Emperor!"
Clearly, the adventurers were not used to the harsh discipline of the Imperium's military. But the heavy bolter machine guns set up nearby, capable of smashing stone walls apart, forced them to learn to stand straight and keep silent.
"Now follow my command. Raise your weapons! Aim! Fire!"
At the sergeant's command, laser shots struck the targets in neat succession, followed by the smell of burning flesh and a chorus of groans.
To teach these militiamen to revere the authority of the Imperium of Man and hate their enemies as quickly as possible, the distant targets had all been made from remnants loyal to Ainz. To make these living targets durable enough, the Adeptus Mechanicus priests had even implanted heat-resistant subdermal layers in them, extending each target's service life to as much as five hours.
"This is insane..." A militiaman conscripted from the Kingdom muttered as he watched the struggling living targets several hundred meters away. Another militiaman beside him heard it.
"You think this is insane?" The militiaman glared at him furiously. "This is what they deserve! Serving those damned undead, even being cut into a thousand pieces would not be enough!"
The scolded militiaman did not argue back, because he knew that the militiaman beside him came from the Slane Theocracy,