Barbarus, the northern mountains, the territory of the alien lord Nakre, the road to the top of the mountain.
Now.
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Up, up, up.
The poisonous fog became thicker and thicker. With every step forward, I could feel the poison gnawing at my armor.
It was visible to the naked eye that the anti-corrosion layer on the armor fell off in an instant, revealing the shining metal layer underneath.
But as soon as the metal layer was exposed, spots of rust began to spread and climb on it.
Some of the Death Guards had deep wounds on their armor from previous battles. Now, through the wounds, the innermost layer of cotton cloth was clearly visible, with black and yellow colors rendering the cotton cloth. The originally thick cotton cloth now looked like a piece of thin paper and seemed to be torn at the slightest touch.
Now they were close to the top of the mountain. Since the artillery bombardment just now, Mortarion and his party had not encountered many enemy attacks. Occasionally, a few high-level puppets would use the terrain to sneak attack them, but they were all killed in seconds by Mortarion.
It seems that the alien lord Nakre, who was cut off from supplies and then surrounded and exhausted, has reached the end of his rope.
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But compared to the enemy, Barbarus' own poison gas seems to be a greater challenge for the group.
Hazniel was the first to give in.
The poison gas seeped in through a large wound on his leg. It was hard to imagine that the skin on his leg had even begun to peel off, revealing muscles that had been corroded to the point of turning white.
The sound of grunting breathing came from his armor, clearly showing suppressed pain and forbearance.
Mortarion spoke up.
"Murnau, take Haznier back down the mountain and meet up with Mozar and the others."
Murnau looked up at Mortarion, and Hades felt that he obviously wanted to say something, but Murnau's increasingly slow movements had already exposed his difficulties.
"yes."
Murnau supported Haznier, who was obviously unwilling but had been weakened by the poison gas, and the two turned around and limped down the mountain.
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However, as we went higher, the poisonous gas became more concentrated.
Karastiphon felt that he was having difficulty breathing. His breathing backpack had been turned to maximum power. The buzzing sound reminded him that his breathing backpack might be scrapped at any time.
He picked up his gun and found that there was even an obvious break at the connection between the handle and the gun body.
The breathing hoses began to melt and fell out between the layers of armor.
The remaining Death Guards have also reached their limit.
Their movements became slower and slower, and their breathing became heavier and heavier. Their faces under the armor must have turned pale, but they were still struggling to hold on.
"Carastiphon, you take the remaining Death Guard guards and evacuate."
Mortarion's voice sounded with forbearance and repression.
Even if he was wearing the best armor, even if he was a Primarch, the poison gas here was not something that could be underestimated.
Karastiphon knew that they had reached their limit, and if they went any further they would fall into an abyss from which there was no return.
But can Mortarion really kill the alien lord Nakre and retreat successfully
"Motarion, do you want to continue climbing?"
"right."
Mortarion gritted his teeth. He had to kill his father with his own hands. He had come this far.
His father was laughing at him openly. He didn't even put up any defenses in the place where the gas concentration was high.
He was mocking Mortarion's fear of climbing any higher, mocking the fact that he couldn't possibly kill him.
Things have come to this, the arrow is on the string and must be shot!
Today, Nakre, between you and me, only one can survive!
Calastyphon felt something passing him and moving towards Mortarion on the high ground.
Karastiphon was suddenly stunned. Was it Hades? !
"Hades, Hades, you want to continue climbing up with Mortarion too?!"
"right."
Hades was not feeling well either. Even though he and Mortarion both had a second layer of leather sewn by the alien lord on their armor, he could feel that this layer of material was slowly melting under the erosion of the poisonous gas.
There isn't much time left for him.
But Hades can still hold on.
It's not yet time to fall.
He can still go on.
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As if he had heard something incredible, Calastiphon shook his head, but he said nothing. He turned around and went down the mountain with the remaining Death Guards.
Before going down the mountain, he turned back and took a deep look at Hades and Mortarion.
It seems as if we want to remember their figures forever, and also as if we are mourning the dying souls in advance.
Mortarion's tall figure gradually disappeared into the fog, and beside him, an uncomfortable aura also disappeared.
The top of the mountain is right in front of us.
The two people who climbed silently were still moving upwards.
"Can you?"
Mortarion's voice rang out again.
"Let's make it quick and decisive."
Hades's wry smile came over.
It was obvious that even with the interlayer of alien lord leather, this fully enclosed armor could not function properly for long in the top-level poison gas.
Once the armor stops working, even if you are the original body, you can't stay awake in this environment just by relying on your excellent physical fitness.
"Just as I thought."
Mortarion turned around and glanced in the direction of Hades. As long as Hades could help him weaken his adoptive father's psychic power, Mortarion would be guaranteed to chop off his adoptive father's head.
"And thank you."
Hades was stunned for a moment.
"It's okay. I know it's not easy to fight alone."
Hades once fought alone in the south.
In many critical moments, it would be much easier if you had a comrade-in-arms.
I hope he can suppress the witchcraft power of the alien lord Nakre.
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We have reached the top of the mountain.
This is a flat area about the size of a basketball court, as if an axe had chopped off a piece of the top of the mountain.
The tall and strange figure just stood there quietly, with poisonous gas surrounding it and a long and tattered cloak draped over its shoulders, moving without wind.
In fact, Mortarion's adoptive father, Nakre, looks very close to a human compared to those strange-looking aliens.
This humanoid is taller than Mortarion, but stronger than Mortarion, like a giant.
It was dressed in a simple combat-style costume, on which were countless fine threads sewn with exquisite sacrificial pictures and spells.
Its dark gray skin was directly exposed to the poison gas, but there was no sign of corrosion at all, as if it had the same origin as the poison gas.
The eyes, sunken in the eye sockets, were pale, and thick yellow-red blood vessels covered the eyeballs.
Ominous and depressing black-green psychic lightning flashed around it.
In its pale and huge hands it held a giant sickle - "Destruction", and the alien technology made it appear a strange copper-purple color.
Nakre did not wait in his fortress at a lower altitude, but instead stood on the top of the mountain, alone.
The moment it saw Mortarion, it let out a sneer of contempt.
"It's finally here, my cowardly son."
In a flash, Mortarion rushed forward with a scythe in hand.
Happy reading~(￣▽￣～)~
(End of this chapter)