Barbaros, northern mountains, old stronghold.
Now.
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The originally plain and sparsely decorated conference room now became gorgeous. Although no decoration was added, the man sitting casually in the middle of the room made this plain conference room magnificent.
The man was wearing a white robe with delicate and intricate patterns outlined with gold threads. However, if you looked from a distance, you couldn't see any traces of gold threads. You could only see the white robe shimmering with golden light.
Countless high-ranking generals crowded around the conference room, but no one dared to approach this man. They just looked at him with respect and awe.
The man just sat there, his eyes full of kindness and sorrow, but in the next moment they were stern and murderous. His long black hair was casually scattered, yet it looked like each strand of black hair was carefully carved by a sculptor who had spent his entire life.
The man's golden eyes seemed to penetrate the walls of the room, penetrate thousands of miles, and pierce the highest mountain in the distance.
Still not working
The man who had been as motionless as a piece of green wood suddenly took action. He reached out and grasped the knife in the sheath at his waist.
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Barbarus, northern mountains, the territory of the alien lord Nakre, the top of the mountain.
at the same time.
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Hades' vision was blurred, and large patches of black and green filled his sight.
Just as his consciousness was about to fall off the cliff, Hades saw that Mortarion's staggering figure finally collapsed under the pressure of psychic energy and poison gas, and he hit one knee on the ground.
No. No.
It shouldn't be like this.
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Then, Hades fell into the black hole of consciousness.
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The moment Hades' last bit of self-consciousness disappeared, his great desire to survive before death and his great unwillingness before he fell into a coma caused the black domain that had been subconsciously compressed to the extreme to explode instantly!
Before this, Hades' black domain could not be expanded to its limit because his body was not strong enough. If it was forcibly expanded, it would cause the collapse of his body.
But now, the dying body subconsciously chose to give it a try with all its strength!
—It was a huge, silent explosion—
A huge spherical black domain suddenly enveloped the entire mountain. Unlike the thin light black that had expanded in the past, the black domain at this time was extremely pure black, as if not a trace of light could escape its range. It was ruthlessly devouring everything!
The alien lord Nakre fell to his knees in an instant, and blood began to spurt out of his skin, like a ripe tomato that was squeezed and burst. His eyes bulged out, and his left hand, which had been holding the sickle, loosened the sickle and scratched his chest like crazy.
Mortarion opposite it also trembled violently, holding the sickle tightly with both hands, and blood began to gush out of his seven orifices, and blood slowly overflowed from his mouth.
The silent black domain suppression seemed to last for a long time, yet it seemed to last only a moment.
As the black area slowly receded like the receding tide, the pure black area was slowly becoming transparent—
Under the corrosion of poison gas, Mortarion, whose flesh had begun to rot, held on to the sickle and stood up in an incredible posture.
His face was covered in blood foam from the corrosion of poison gas, and his consciousness was attacked by the black domain, hanging on the cliff wall, staggering.
Mortarion felt as if he was holding on to the cliff of consciousness with his fingernails to prevent himself from fainting immediately.
Mortarion limped along the ground, and walked up to Nakre, who was kneeling on the ground, scratching and spitting blood.
He raised his scythe.
Nakre seemed to have just woken up from a dream. With his mouth wide open, he looked up at the god of death whose shadow had enveloped him.
No—no, no no!
Mortarion smiled.
The sickle falls.
The ridiculous head slid down.
Seeing the head of the alien that he once hated so much finally fall to the ground, Mortarion could no longer hold on and knelt down on the spot.
"I finally killed you, father."
He laughed happily, but his face, exposed by the bones corroded by the poison gas, could hardly smile.
Then he used up his last bit of strength to look towards Hades.
"I'm sorry. Thank you."
"Bang!"
The tall figure of the Primarch also fell.
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At the moment when the original body fell, just as the black area completely disappeared, a dazzling golden light flashed on the top of the mountain.
The poisonous gas surrounding the top of the mountain was instantly dispelled by the golden light.
A tall and majestic figure slowly stepped out from the golden light. The emperor was wearing his gorgeous golden armor. On the beautifully carved armor, huge and microscopic patterns kissed the Lord of Mankind.
The jet-black and smooth hair is decorated with a golden olive leaf wreath, as if it was just plucked from the treetops in the early morning, delicate yet tough.
The Lord of Mankind walked slowly to Mortarion's side, knelt on one knee, and held his poor, sad, and lamentable offspring in his arms.
He stood up, while Mortarion, in tatters, leaned unconsciously against the Lord of Mankind.
A team of imperial guards and Sisters of Silence also marched out in an orderly manner from the golden light behind the Emperor.
The Imperial Guards were dressed in gorgeous golden power armor, with the towering red silk on their heads dancing proudly as their masters walked, as if their presence here was the greatest kindness to this dirty planet.
The Sisters of Silence were dressed in dark grey Armour of Vows. Every sister's movements were exactly the same, and the uniform armour made a unified clanging sound as the Sisters of Silence walked.
The leading Sister of Silence and the Guards walked quickly towards Hades' position.
The silent nun squatted down, closed her eyes, concentrated and held her breath.
Then, as if she had received an answer, she stood up and made a complicated gesture with her hands.
In becoming the Sisters of Silence, these Left Hands of the Emperor are sworn to silence unless necessary, and in lieu of speech they employ a dizzying array of sign language.
"My Lord, it's an outsider."
The calm voice of the Imperial Guard sounded, and he took out his halberd and pointed it at the dying Hades' head.
There was a brief pause.
The imperial guard seemed to be signaling to his master whether to eliminate this uncontrollable factor as he had done in the past.
"No."
"Take him back for treatment."
There is only one more chapter left, and the Barbarus chapter will end!
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