The sharp and piercing sound of metal tearing instantly exploded throughout the room.
[What the hell are you doing? ]
The metal chains rattled, and Mortarion raised his hand. The heavy forearm armor was covered with chains that had been stretched to the limit.
At the other end of the chain was the heavy handle of the giant scythe Silent Scythe. At this moment, the hook of the god of death had obviously bitten his prey.
Under the hood of the Grim Reaper, his bright golden pupils were as cruel as evil spirits crawling out of hell, and they did not look like human eyes at all.
[I ask you, what the hell are you doing?! ]
With a roar of anger and the sound of chains clashing, Mortarion pulled the chain back violently, and armor and flesh and blood splattered along with the spinning sickle.
Koz let out a sharp howl, like some large beast. He covered his wound and quickly retreated to the corner, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
[It's a monster! He destroyed the future! My brother, did you see it? ! Did you see it! ]
The sharp canine teeth pressed against the pale and bloody lips.
[You don't understand! You can't see! I need. I need to kill him!]
The next moment, Curze pounced to the other end, but Mortarion, who was prepared, immediately raised his scythe to attack. Sparks flew everywhere, and the heavy scythe made a rustling sound in the air.
The furious Mortarion reached his maximum speed in an instant. He, who never cared much about speed, even caught up with Curze's speed. For a moment, the harsh sound of metal colliding was heard continuously, accompanied by Mortarion's angry shouts and Curze's desperate excuses.
Curze wanted to break out quickly, but how could Mortarion let him do that? ! Injury for injury, blood for blood!
Mortarion vows to make Curze feel pain!
From the time Curze entered the room to the time the two primarchs began to stalemate, it took only a few moments!
For a moment, the two Primarchs began to fight fiercely. On the other side, Sevatar, who was thrown out by Curze, spat out a mouthful of blood. Although no one attacked him, the feeling of oppression just now really made his brain tremble.
He didn't understand, he didn't understand what their father was doing?! Sevatar knew that Curze was troubled by nightmares and pain, but why was he so crazy?!
This is the second time! The last time was when they met with Dorn, their Primarch tore open Dorn's flesh and blood with his mouth and hands - and the Legion was hidden for a long time afterwards!
A low gurgling sound came from Sevatar's chest, like he was coughing up blood, or like he was laughing. He didn't have much time to think and react, but he knew what he had to do.
If the Night Lords, if Curze still hopes to survive in the Empire.
He made himself as invisible as possible, and then quickly sneaked towards the position of the Death Guard—
Koz let out a scream of pain.
[No!!!]
The frightened beast tried to stop his brood, but the enraged death gave him no chance. Mortarion would not listen to anything now. He only hoped that the next blow, and the next blow, would tear off enough flesh and blood.
It was difficult to approach Hades, it was extremely difficult, the feeling of being unable to breathe and sluggish became stronger and stronger, Sevatar felt as if he was naked, struggling to move forward in the void.
In the end, Sevatar seemed to have entered endless darkness. His eyes could see light, but he could not feel anything.
Relying on his senses, he struggled and crawled towards Hades in the chaos—
The feeling of oppression suddenly disappeared, and dazzling light flooded into his mind. Sevatar lost control for a moment. He blinked blankly and heard Hades seemed to be talking to himself calmly.
The Death Guard didn't seem to notice him at all.
"Garro, take care of the legion."
Sevatar instantly realized that Hades was communicating with the Death Guard, and he suddenly realized that the Night Lords should also be on alert, so he rushed over to try to stop Hades' bleeding while trying to open the Night Lords' channel.
The radio waves cannot be sent out!
Hades glanced at Sevatar, and Sevatar saw the figure of a deep-sea monster swimming beneath the calm sea surface.
"Don't try. I've blocked all communications."
Hades said indifferently, as if everything here had nothing to do with him. Sevatar knew that this was a sign of falling into a state of suspended animation, but Hades' pulse told him that he was trying to fight this process.
Sevatar pursed his cracked lips and said, "I have adrenaline, tranquilizers, and sleeping pills here."
“The first two.”
Sevatar trembled as he injected the potion into Hades in a pool of blood. The Primarch's screams and roars continued. He performed emergency first aid, but his brain gradually went blank.
He really, really didn't know what to do.
He turned his head again to look at Hades' face. Hades was quite calm, but Sevatar felt that the mask was about to break.
".What should I do now?"
Sevatar spoke subconsciously, but he instantly felt like an idiot. How could he trust this person who was dying and whose brain had already started to go into a coma
"Excuse me," Hades said lazily, "Stop Horus, at least fifty meters away from here."
Sevasta was stunned.
"What are you going to do?"
"That's an order."
Hades stared at Sevatar expressionlessly, his eyes unblinking, like a machine.
"Otherwise you can enjoy the death of three primarchs today."
Sevatar swallowed, Hades, he's here, what is he talking about? !
But he felt that Hades was not lying to him. Sevatar realized that the void just now was related to Hades. He didn't know what it was, but, but -
Sevatar was about to collapse. Curze's yelling and madness were the last straw that broke the camel's back for Prince of Crows' sanity.
He stood up hastily, whispered an apology to Hades, and then quickly left the room as if escaping.
Hades listened calmly to Sevatar's footsteps fading away. Garo's shout in the communication just now seemed to still echo in his ears.
Mortarion was still fighting with Curze, but it was obvious that Mortarion was at a disadvantage. Curze was an assassin-type Primarch who had maxed out his kill points when he first met him, while Mortarion was a later-born Primarch. Hades knew that Mortarion could not hold on any longer.
Curze successfully closed the distance between him and Mortarion. He was like some kind of nimble reptile, wrapping himself around Mortarion and constantly attacking the huge enemy with his sharp teeth and claws. Mortarion's scythe became pale and powerless at this moment, and the Lord of Death had to fight with his scythe in anger.
[My brother! You can't destroy the future!]
[Who is your brother?]
Mortarion howled in anger. He tried to tear Curze away from him with his hands, but the Lord of Night was as agile as a small flying insect. After realizing that Mortarion was not good at close-range combat, Curze decisively entangled Mortarion in a crazy posture.
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"My lord, you can't go through there."
Sevatar stood in silence in the corridor of Vengeful Spirit, facing the wrath of a Primarch.
The wolf god lost his rare composure, and he shouted something angrily at Sevatar—
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Hades looked at the ceiling calmly. The shouting and cursing of the two primarchs, the sound of metal tearing, gunshots, and painful wails were endless in his ears. He just felt that they were noisy.
But these voices, the two mad primarchs, also scared away the crowd.
The ceiling stared back at Hades calmly.
"All right."
Hades grunted, his otherwise calm voice beginning to be tainted by hidden madness and suppressed anger.
"Now,"
Hades said,
"Kneel down."
- Black Zone Expands -
There was a sudden loud crash, and Mortarion and Curze twisted and collapsed to the ground at the same time. They screamed and struggled on the ground like two fish suddenly out of water, breathing in pain.
Horus was stunned. The Primarch and his descendants were still trying to stand where they were. They looked at the area within their sight in astonishment, while the others suddenly knelt down as if their strings were broken.
A huge, overwhelming feeling of oppression spread out layer by layer, and those who didn't have time to escape felt a sense of powerlessness and exhaustion at the same time. They held onto the wall, squatted and kneeled trembling, not understanding why their bodies suddenly lost their strength.
Koz was covering his eyes and screaming. He no longer tried to struggle to kill Hades. He was trying to escape. He struggled and crawled, trying to leave here, to leave this place that made him feel extremely desperate.
Mortarion let out a dead-like, hoarse laugh, even though he was also broken like a scarecrow in the wind. He laughed, grabbed Curze's feet with his hands, and dragged him towards the abyss.
Drops of crimson blood oozed from the edge of Mortarion's gas mask, but he was still exerting strength. He continued to exert strength in an incredible way, even though his soul was gradually unable to control his flesh and blood.
Koz screamed and tried to leave. He didn't understand! He didn't understand this kind of existence? ! Why did such a thing appear in the Legion? His clear vision was blocked and he couldn't see the future clearly! Why hadn't such a thing been strangled yet? !
He didn't kill it in time, and now it explodes, they're all going to die?! Curze, Mortarion, Horus, along with Cy, Horus's ship will be destroyed!
But the struggle of the two primarchs seemed to end there, as if the intense fight between children became boring in an instant and they had no strength left.
"It's so noisy."
A hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the chaos, and the next moment, the two primarchs stopped struggling at the same time.
The world is quiet.
Time seemed to stop.
Pluto closed his eyes in satisfaction, and the darkness began to recede.
After what seemed like a century, Mortarion's fingers moved, and Curze's throat began to choke with a breath again.
Mortarion stood up like a zombie, not really standing, but rather resting his body on his knees. Tremblingly, he grasped his huge scythe, Annihilation, and the scythe drew flashes of fire and roars on the ground.
Mortarion's eyes were full of madness, and they were so bright that they seemed to be burning, but the world in his eyes was still a large block of blurry colors.
He laughed hoarsely. He didn't understand, but he could still bring death.
Then he raised his sickle—
The next moment, a man made of white and gold suddenly rushed into sight and quickly knocked Mortarion to the ground.
[Calm down! Everyone calm down!!!]
Horus's broken voice rang out.
But the three unconscious people in the room could not hear his desperate words.
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It's so noisy. Why are they arguing again
Hades frowned in dissatisfaction.
His consciousness vaguely emerged from the darkness, a little light came in, and he saw the familiar bone-white
Oh, it's the Endurance.
So Hades quietly put aside the idea of releasing the black realm and prepared to return to the darkness.
He is sleepy.
[Hades?! Hades!!! Hades!!!]
Someone kept calling him from the sky, it was so noisy. Hades opened his eyes again and said, "Stop making noise, who are you making noise for?"
Then he saw Mortarion, whose face was covered in blood. It seemed that the Lord of Death had just stopped bleeding from all his orifices, although the blood was still seeping out.
[Hades, Hades.]
Mortarion trembled.
[Say something? Say something, don't...Hold on, hold on, we'll be at the medical room soon.]
Mortarion looked at Hades' mouth in despair.
Please, Hades, stop talking about considering the greater good.
Mortarion thought in fragments.
But this is impossible. He is Hades. He even informed Galar of the news when he was on the verge of death.
Mortarion felt like he was breaking.
"Da" Hades said softly,
What? Mortarion was stunned for a moment, then immediately moved closer to Hades' face.
"beat."
Hades said,
"Mortarion."
"Beat Coze to death."
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Terra.
Malcador was working in his office. On the bookshelf behind him, a black ceramic doll patched with gold thread suddenly began to tremble violently.
"Bang!"
The clay figurine exploded.
Malcador turned around and saw the broken clay figurines on the ground.
The old man cursed silently.
Only a madman would dare to place a timed nuclear bomb next to the Primarch.
Yay!
I've read your comments. There are too many to reply to, but I've received all your suggestions... I'm trying to think... I'm exhausted...
There may be more today, if there is no writer's block, but I don't recommend staying up late waiting. I will post it late at night.
(End of this chapter)