(The last post was numbered wrong, I’ll fix it on Monday.)
It's unbelievable, really unbelievable.
Hades stood beside Mortarion, his head tilted, the pure black blade of his scythe reflecting the dim moonlight of Barbarus.
He looked at the two blood-stained boys in amazement.
Mortarion had already used bandages and medical gel to wrap the two children up like mummies, but the bloodstains on them still showed the near-death experiences the two children had gone through.
The child named Antai was stout and had big hands and feet.
Now he was bleeding from all seven orifices and all the nails on his ten fingers were broken.
Antaeus climbed up from near the top of the mountain. On Hades' way to the top of the mountain, a long trail of blood was clearly visible.
And the other child truly shocked Mortarion and Hades.
This child, this child named Pasteur, climbed up the mountain from the other side of the cliff!!!
He did not take the designated road, but chose to go around it and climb from the cliff!
Because they thought it was impossible for anyone to go up the mountain from there and that it was not a route at all, the Death Guard did not even station pharmacists or guards there.
What is this? A cruel person.
Even Hades, who had been on the battlefield, couldn't help but sigh when he saw the boy with his arms and legs rubbed bloody.
"I was aware of a noise from the other side of the cliff."
Mortarion said slowly, picking up the two children and preparing to go down the mountain.
"Then I walked over and saw him clinging to the cliff with his hands, just staring at me."
"incredible."
Mortarion said,
"Why doesn't he take the main road?"
Hades asked his question.
Mortarion shrugged.
"The other side of the cliff is the windward slope, where the poisonous gas will flow and will be more difficult to accumulate."
"That is to say, the poison gas is thinner on that side."
“But it’s just a comparison.”
Hades looked at the child, and Pasteur's arms were almost worn out.
“That’s why I acknowledge his tenacity.”
Temporary canteen.
At a dining table for four, An Tai was trying hard to stuff steamed bread into his mouth. In front of him was a bowl of white porridge.
Next to him, Pasteur was also holding a spoon and scooping porridge with all his might.
Although the porridge tasted strange, it was a delicacy for the two children who had just woken up from a coma.
Opposite the two children who were eating frantically, two other children were looking at them curiously.
"Oh my god, guys, the last round of screening has been over for several days, why did you just come in?"
A boy winked at them and gave them a sly smile.
"Could it be that you are the family of some bureaucrat?"
His companion gave him a direct blow.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Io whispered to his friend Lena.
Then Yio smiled awkwardly and apologetically at the two people opposite him.
"Sorry, my friend doesn't have much brains."
"Hey! What are you—"
Io pinched Lerna under the table again, and now Lerna finally shut up.
After finally swallowing the steamed bun, Antai raised his head and looked at Yio seriously.
"My name is Antai."
He muttered.
"Io."
Io, who was standing opposite him, frowned and stretched out his hand to Antaeus seriously.
An Tai hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and shook it.
"I'm Lena!"
The other boy quickly put his hand over and said with a giggle.
Now there was only one person left at the table, and the boys all turned their eyes to Pasteur.
Realizing that everyone was looking at him, the pale-skinned child blushed immediately, lowered his head, and stared at the foot of the table.
"Pasteur."
A faint sound was heard.
An Tai blinked, realizing that the person next to him might not be good at communicating with others.
Io wisely let go of his hand, and at the same time pulled away his friend Lena's hand.
"Ante, Pasteur, we can try to share information."
Io spoke.
"The selection rules for the Death Guard are not as publicly announced."
"etc?!"
Antaeus interrupted Io in surprise.
"Don't you have to reach the top to pass the selection?!"
"No, I've asked others. As long as it reaches the target."
Io's eyes suddenly opened wide.
"You didn't really climb to the top of the mountain!"
"Yeah! Isn't it?!"
“Fuck!!!”
Lena shouted directly in the cafeteria,
"Fuck! Brother, you really climbed to the top of the mountain!!!"
An Tai was shocked by their reactions. Why did they really climb to the top of the mountain
“You didn’t make it to the top of the mountain?”
"No! You're the first person I saw reach the top of the mountain!"
Lena continued to shout and scream,
"Come and see, friends, someone has actually climbed to the top of the mountain!"
"Hello!"
Io was about to ask Lena to lower her voice, but it was too late.
"Be quiet, little one."
A slap hit Lena directly on the head.
Hades held the half-eaten porridge in one hand and held the other hand in the air, looking at the child who had just screamed.
Lerna looked back and saw that the old soldier who had warned him was full of muscles and was more than two times bigger than the other giants.
He was wearing simple work clothes, and the skin exposed outside the vest was covered with densely packed scars.
A huge scar ran straight through his left face, extending from silver-white metal. His left brain was transformed into metal, and his left eye, glowing red, was staring at him coldly.
Lena shuddered and felt as if half of his soul had flown away.
“Yes, sorry.”
Lerna wilted instantly, trying to shrink himself, while Io sat stiffly straight beside him.
Hades blinked and scratched his head. Why didn’t this happen when others were watching the place before
Hades shifted his gaze again and looked at Antaeus and Pasteur, the two seriously injured children who had just woken up today.
Hades thought about it and realized that all the selectors were present. If he directly expressed his attitude to the two children, it might affect the results of the second batch of screening.
But, since these two children have already climbed to the top of the mountain, we can give them a small chance.
It depends on whether they can grasp it.
"How's it going, Ante, Pasteur?"
Hades looked at the two kids in front of him with a bit of amusement. Antaeus tried hard to look him in the eye, while Pasteur wanted to bury his head under the table.
"I am.very good, sir!"
Antaeus tried hard to make his voice sound less trembling, but the pressure from Hades was too great.
Hades looked at Pasteur, and the child nodded hard, almost shaking his head off.
How can a person who climbs from a cliff to the top of a mountain still be a socially anxious person
Hades had a question mark in his mind, but he managed his expression well and still maintained his dignity in front of these boys.
"That's good."
Hades spoke, his voice low but loud enough for all the kids in the cafeteria to hear him.
"As the only two candidates to reach the top of the mountain, you did a great job."
"If you still feel unwell, tell the pharmacist that you need to fully recover before the second round of selection."
"Yes, sir!"
Antaeus straightened his chest, while Pasteur continued to work hard.
Hades frowned imperceptibly. Why didn't these two children have the humility or confidence he imagined
But what Hades didn't realize was that this might be because the first sense of oppression he gave people was too strong.
But he is Hades after all. Hades is never as moody as some other person and treats people according to his own preferences.
Hades is still willing to give these two children a chance.
"Remember to eat more."
Hades gave the two men a meaningful look, then turned and left the cafeteria.
As soon as Hades left, Lerna collapsed on the table, panting heavily.
"Oh my god. I thought he was going to strangle me to death."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Io said nervously, but in reality, he was already drenched in sweat after what had just happened.
The oppressive feeling from that person is just too strong.
Antaeus stared in a daze at the place where Hades left. Could he become that kind of person
And what does it mean to eat more
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(End of this chapter)