Barbaros, southern swamps, wild wasteland.
The third year since Hades arrived in the South.
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The thick and hazy white fog is winding, and the deep, soft black soil is dense. Between heaven and earth, there seems to be nothing but white fog above and black soil below.
In the empty space where the white mist had dispersed slightly, there sat a tall figure—
Mortarion sat down on the black earth without paying any attention to the muddy ground, with an unconscious young man leaning on his left knee and his arm resting on his right knee, holding his huge scythe.
He looked into the depths of the fog, his amber eyes seemed to split the sticky fog waves and looked straight at the familiar figure.
Hades slowly broke through the fog, and the downward-hanging sickle was like a ferry oar, gently sliding through the white fog waves, creating layers of ripples.
When he was four meters away from Mortarion, Hades stopped moving, smiled apologetically under the mask, and then sat down.
"Long time no see, Hades."
Hades on the opposite side looked up and smiled, and patted his knees. The familiar gesture of his old friend made Mortarion secretly relax a little.
It’s been three years.
"Yeah, long time no see, Death."
Mortarion didn't like his own name, Hades knew. Not only did he dislike it, but he actually hated the name given to him by his adoptive father.
That's why the Death Guard call Mortarion "Reaper".
Reaper is both the god of death and the reaper, the one who harvests wheat.
Just like Mortarion himself.
"So, the liberation plan in the south didn't hold you back, did it? Our Death Guards might have done it. I was just watching from afar. Those artillery salvos instantly disarmed the first-level weapons of those small lords—"
“Swoosh—BANG!”
Hades stretched out his hand and gestured randomly, leaning on the sickle handle, and with his other hand he gestured exaggeratedly from one end to the other, drawing an exaggerated artillery arc.
Mortarion smiled, he had indeed seen the power of those artillery pieces, but unfortunately, these powerful artillery pieces were not very suitable for mountain warfare. They could only serve as support on the plains, as for those on the tops of the mountains - they were powerless.
But - Hades still likes to praise others. The Death Guard, they are indeed the pride of Mortarion.
Those people who fought bravely, those people who took up sickles to resist for survival, they fought and they resisted, just for a future where there is no more fear.
Mortarion subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at the young man leaning against him. He could still vividly remember his struggle not to surrender to fate.
They are all fighters for themselves, aren't they
But Mortarion looked at Hades who was still bragging on the opposite side. He seemed to be talking about how powerful he was.
"Hades, you still can't get close to others?"
Mortarion stretched out his hand, as if trying to touch the invisible area around Hades.
"Hey! Don't! Don't don't don't!!!"
Mortarion's action made Hades quickly step back, and he lost his balance while still sitting, and almost fell over.
Bro, don't!
Hades was sweating profusely. If someone else touched his black domain, it would be fine. At most, it would make the other person feel sick for a while, but if Mortarion touched it...
Brother, please don't attract other weird things here!!!
Hades retreated quickly, completely disregarding his personal image as he slid back on the ground.
Seeing Hades's huge reaction, Mortarion withdrew his hand in disappointment, and seemed to blame Hades for rejecting him so much.
As expected, after so long, have the three people from the past already drifted away from each other
Mortarion still remembered that the three of them were still very naive at that time. After drinking, they laughed and talked about liberating mankind in the dilapidated house. At that time, he boasted that he would fight to the end for the cause of mankind's resistance. Typhon also cheered and agreed, and Hades crawled on the ground, clapping as he crawled.
Mortarion certainly wasn't drunk, but it was clear that Hades and Typhon were at the time.
"Motarion! Big brother! I'll just follow you!!! I don't have any ideals! I just want to find a place to paint figurines for fun!"
What is a little man
Mortarion still has doubts.
But now, those happy and simple memories are gone. Typhon is fine. Mortarion is relieved that Typhon has found comrades who understand him.
Only Hades, because of his own uniqueness, can walk alone outside the crowd.
When I defeat Nakre and there is no more oppression on this planet, Mortarion vowed to help his friend get rid of this damn physical curse.
Seeing Mortarion on the opposite side obviously lost in thought again, Hades felt very panicked.
No, brother, don’t hold a grudge!!!
"Uh." Hades scratched his chin, "Well. My physique can hurt people. I'm still not used to the feeling of hurting people."
"Besides, I don't want my friends to get hurt, right? Death, if someone gets hurt because of you, you will definitely feel bad."
Hades nodded in conviction first, and then he glanced at Mortarion secretly, who seemed to be convinced by him.
His mental journey generally has more twists and turns than that of normal people.
This resulted in Hades not daring to let Mortarion misunderstand him at all. If he misunderstood, it would be a big problem!
Mortarion nodded and used his hands to support the young man again, allowing him to change into a more comfortable position.
"I understand how you feel, Hades."
"If you really want to talk to someone, you can come to me. I can withstand your power."
Mortarion was silent for a while, then spoke again in a muffled voice.
"I don't get hurt that easily."
Following Mortarion's actions, Hades looked at the skinny young man. He was probably Vorcus. Alas, the Death Guard who was going to be so awesome in the future was so thin now.
"Hahaha, Death God, you still have to lead the Death Guard to fight the aliens. I dare not harass you."
A mist floated over, and Hades reached out to pinch it out of boredom.
"You're already harassing me."
Damn, what a cold joke.
Hades immediately clasped his hands together exaggeratedly, nodded and bowed towards Mortarion.
"Ah, I shouldn't have disturbed Lord Mortarion. I deserve death. I'll take my leave now—"
"Hades."
Mortarion just frowned and called the monster's name in a serious tone, which subdued the monkey who was about to make a scene.
Okay, okay, let’s not do this.
Hades immediately sat up straight. In fact, to be honest, the reason he went to see Mortarion this time was not because he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time and started to go crazy.
If there was nothing else, he would not want to delay Mortarion.
After all, compared to Hades, Mortarion has a lot more to do now.
Mortarion might still be thinking about taking it step by step, making careful plans, and finally planning to kill his adoptive father Nakre.
But Hades knew that the seemingly endless time was actually like a fish stranded on the coastline, drying up day by day and in danger.
Can Mortarion really kill his adoptive father before the death knell rings and before the Emperor arrives
If not, will Mortarion's mind gradually become twisted and eventually corrupted as in the original book
Hades knew that what happened on Barbarus was destined to be a poisonous thorn that would pierce deeply into Mortarion's heart, silently corroding the heart of the Lord of the High Wall in the long life of the Legion to come.
So, before all this happens, can Hades do something
Hades knew that he didn't have much time left. Although he had always hoped to completely suppress the black domain below his body surface, based on previous attempts, this idea was not realistic in the short term.
He could only gradually move away from the crowd.
But, Hades thought, what if, he meant what if, he could persuade Mortarion before he completely distanced himself from the crowd
While the connection between Mortarion and him is still not so shaky.
Before anything happens.
If Typhon could rely on Mortarion's trust in him to betray an entire legion in the future.
Is it possible for Hades to save an entire legion thanks to Mortarion's trust in him
He wants to try it.
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At the very least, Mortarion must be given a veiled warning about the future.
Today Hades is also trying hard not to become a stinky can.
Uh, put the group QR code in the comments, I’ll try again!
I confess, as I was writing I drifted towards the funny side, I really couldn't stop myself.
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[Lord of the High Wall] refers to Mortarion. In a short story about the Emperor and the Knight playing chess, Mortarion's chess piece before the rebellion was a high wall, and after the rebellion it was a heart eaten by maggots.
(End of this chapter)