Outside the dim medical room, the lights in the corridor are always so dim.
Pharmacist Leo came out of the medical room and silently threw a bag of compressed nutrient solution to Hades who was sitting on the bench. Hades took it skillfully and started drinking it.
Leo walked over and shot Hades with a medical gun to measure his strength. Hades seemed accustomed to this and continued to stare blankly at the empty nutrient bag in his mouth.
Leo frowned. Malnutrition was the most frequently appearing word he saw in Hades' physical examination report.
Pharmacist Leo suppressed his unhappiness and threw all the nutrient solution he was carrying with him to Hades. Leo gave Hades a look and left again.
Normally, Leo would chat with Hades for a few words, but now since Hades was driving the Black Domain, the pharmacist resisted leaving immediately, which was already the greatest favor he could do.
Across the wall was Karas Typhon's ward. Hades was reluctant to go in and reminisce with Karas. In his opinion, the only reason he didn't shoot Karas in the head was because Mortarion stopped him.
Hades knew the final plot, and even though Karas had a good time with him, he would rather kill him by mistake than let him go.
Not to mention what Carastiphon had done in the legion.
He should have tried to fake an accidental discharge of the gun, Hades thought weakly.
Even though Karas was as weak as a corpse, Hades did not relax his vigilance. Hades seemed to be sitting outside the house sipping nutrient solution, but his black domain had actually penetrated into the house. The diluted black domain subtly threatened the two people in the room.
Hades did not touch Karas' soul. He expanded the black domain to a size that could just touch Karas immediately. Pluto held a falling sickle in his hand, and the smooth sickle blade was against the neck of the guilty man.
After the explosion of 106 and the explosion of the black tower on Barbarus, Hades obviously realized that his black domain had become purer and could be expanded further. Now if Hades wanted, his black domain should be able to cover half of the Endurance.
However, his black domain is still a sphere centered on him, and its direction and shape cannot be adjusted.
Hades held the bag of nutrient solution in his mouth, his eyes blank. No one knew what he was thinking, or if he was just tired.
Inside the room, there were two people sitting in silence. The faint black area was like a shadow in the corner, dull and depressing.
On the way here, the Primarch thought a lot. From the beginning of the story to the current situation, Mortarion pondered and remained silent.
The opening trio has dispersed, and Hades is still unwilling to communicate with Karas, even though the initial ill will came from Karas.
But given the physiques of both, Mortarion decided to ignore this, and at first, Hades was indeed rejected by many people.
Karas stared blankly at the ceiling. If the pharmacist Leo had not repeatedly assured Mortarion that Karas's brain activity was normal, Mortarion would never have believed that this was the look a living person could have.
Especially Karas. In Mortarion's memory, Karas was often known among the Death Guard for his cunning eyes.
Mortarion stared at Karas Typhon. In a corner of his mind, he was still willing to choose to believe in Karas and still avoid the fact that Karas had betrayed him. Was this an inertia of their former friendship? And he just subconsciously got used to taking this path.
Compared to the decisive Hades, Mortarion faced the first betrayal in his life.
Time went by for a long time. When Mortarion felt the impatience from the black area at his feet, he didn't know how to face the betrayal of his old friend and finally spoke.
"Why?"
These are Mortarion's first words, why betray, why fall, why...
Karas turned his head, looked at Mortarion, and spoke hoarsely,
"Because I am weak."
Karas learned a truth a long time ago: if you are not sociable enough, then make yourself strong.
Those who are not sociable enough will be hunted by the population because they are outliers, they are freaks.
But when they are strong enough, all their incompatibility will turn into excellence and stand out from the crowd.
This has always been proven by cruel facts.
They were all misfits enough that that was what had brought them together in the first place, Karas thought, the freak club.
But in the end, he was abandoned or forgotten.
Compared to Mortarion who had everything going smoothly, and Hades who could turn a blind eye to everything, the weak Calastyphon went crazy under the unbearable gazes of others.
He should have died that day, on the climb, not survived.
It was Mortarion's damn hesitation that saved him. Karas knew that compared to the cold-blooded god of death in the eyes of others, Mortarion was far more tolerant than others imagined.
Of course, the premise is that the things Mortarion cares about are not labeled as "hostile".
Karas stared at Mortarion. It was time to make Mortarion realize some things. They were no longer in Barbarus, but in a universe that was hundreds of times more cruel and cold than Barbarus.
Karas realized that he could no longer feel the "power" he once possessed. Not only that, he felt like his soul was out of place with his body and he became weaker than ever.
There is no need to live anymore, Karas thought, his birth was a mistake, no matter how much he struggled, it would still be like this in the end.
Karas murmured, almost whispering,
"I betrayed you, kill me."
The Primarch stood up excitedly and walked over to Karas, but he didn't know what to say.
"You can't do this."
Callas didn't know to whom he was addressing this.
Because on the other side of the wall, a sound was heard, the sound of a pistol charging, and Karas could imagine Hades aiming with the gun.
You are so kind, Hades. You could have just killed me with your black domain, but what are you doing now
"Get out of the way, Mortarion."
Hades' voice rang out, and Mortarion had just walked directly to Karas' bedside, blocking the bullet. He was not sure whether the gun from Trazyn could judge Mortarion as a shield.
Mortarion did not move;
"I want to kill him, he wants to die, what are you hoping for?"
Was this really just the inertia of old friendships? Was he really just unwilling to change? Hades and Kalas were clearly at loggerheads, but what was Mortarion doing? He had witnessed everything
"No, no."
Mortarion took a deep breath. The air without poison gas made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Hades, come in, we need to talk."
"That's an order, drop your gun."
For a moment, Mortarion felt the Black Realm explode completely across the room, but he blinked and realized it was just an uneasy thought in his mind.
There is one more update, wait for me to code it.
There are a lot of dead lines recently, red bean paste Smith Marseille.
(End of this chapter)