Endurance, Space Marine's personal room.
Now.
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Hades - no, now it's He Shi, who is sitting in front of his beloved little desk, painting his beloved little chess pieces.
He put down the 30k Mortarion he had just painted and stretched. He looked up and saw a small display box on the desk near the wall.
He Shi thought about it and took out the emperor figure he had bought online before, whose authenticity he was not sure, from the display box.
He put the two little guys on the table out of boredom, and then -
The little Mortarion chess piece moved and spoke.
The little chess piece laughed loudly, and then took out an alien head from somewhere.
“Hahahahahahaha! I finally killed you! Father!!!”
The Emperor's figurine was watching Mortarion's chess piece silently from a distance. Mortarion noticed it.
"Who are you, stranger?"
The emperor figurine suddenly began to emit dazzling golden light!
"Wo Nen Daddy!"
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Hades, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes instantly.
What a strange dream!
This was the first reaction of Hades' brain after he woke up from a long coma.
The second reaction is -
Holy crap!!!!
As his autonomous consciousness regained consciousness, his completely transformed body functions all began to operate at normal capacity.
The first thing the brain receives is the perception of the surrounding environment.
A smell rushed straight into the depths of Hades' soul!
It's like mixing super-super-super lemon + mint + licorice + enhanced concentrated disinfectant + enhanced 84 disinfectant together, then throwing it into the ice cellar to freeze it into the kind of cold water with ice cubes floating on it, then adding aged vinegar + chili water + super concentrated alcohol + chlorine water, and then throwing it into the refrigerator to freeze it until it's just right.
Then, stuff all of this stuff into the compression pump, use a high-pressure water gun, and push it into Hades' lungs, turning it to maximum power!
Hades felt like his brain was about to be messed up by this breath.
He subconsciously sat up suddenly, coughing violently and uncontrollably, covering his mouth and nose with one hand and strangling his throat with the other.
"Cough cough cough cough wow cough cough cough. Groove."
To be fair, Barbarus is a world full of poisonous gas, which is divided into high toxicity, medium toxicity, and low toxicity, but there is no option of "non-toxic" at all.
It's like a person has been in an environment with a strange smell, and then his sense of smell is increased a hundred times, and then he is thrown into clean air. No one can stand it.
This is the current situation with Hades.
Even though he was breathing clean air when he was unconscious, when his cerebral cortex began to become active and his consciousness awakened, he immediately received such different environmental information that Hades had a strong stress response.
"Cough cough. Cough cough cough cough!!"
A large hand reached out, holding a spherical incense burner. On the simply carved and hollowed brass incense burner were a few words in Babarus language:
"Born in a poisonous area, silent in a miasma land."
A familiar, gentle, fascinating scent of home slowly wafted up from the small incense burner.
The pale, thin, bony hand handed the cute and charming little incense burner to Hades.
"Cough cough cough. Thanks. Cough cough cough. Thanks!"
Hades, who had just woken up from a long coma and was forced to turn on by the fresh air, felt dizzy and rushed to the ground. He didn't care about his personal image at all. He snatched the small incense burner without any hesitation and put it against his nose.
The warm, gentle breath with heat immediately diluted the stimulating and cold air.
Hades held the small incense burner and took a few deep puffs to offset the stimulation he had just felt.
Then, he forced himself to slow down his breathing, which had suddenly become rapid due to the stress he had just experienced. Of course, his completely transformed body faithfully executed the orders given by his brain.
The smoke slowly and steadily floated out from the hollow space in small streams.
Finally, Hades calmed down.
He looked up.
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Hades is currently in a spacious and simple room. The room is not small, and the ceiling is higher than that of ordinary houses on Barbarus. A tall workbench is placed next to the wall with some basic tools on it, and some weapons are neatly hung on the wall.
As for Hades, he was wearing simple casual clothes and was currently half-sitting on a simple bed with no quilt except for a rectangular pillow.
The temperature in the room was just right, so there was no need for a quilt.
And the person who attracted Hades the most in the room must be the one who just handed him the incense burner.
Mortarion was not wearing armor, but only a simple combat uniform. His gray cloak hung to the ground, and his dull moss green top was tied up with dark brown leather strips. Silver-white buckles were occasionally dotted on the strips, shining brightly and breaking the dark color of his clothes.
He wore black trousers with off-white leggings that tightly held the excess wrinkles of the trousers. He wore heavy grey boots with sharp edges and extremely thick soles.
A round silver plate that was slightly exaggerated compared to the whole outfit of Mortarion was adorning Mortarion's belt.
The originally perfectly round silver plate was imbalanced by six protruding spikes, three on each side, and a skull was carved in the center of the silver plate.
—Hades was very familiar with this. It was the symbol of the Death Guard.
Several thin copper chains hung from his shoulders, and incense burners that slowly emitted poisonous gas were tied to these chains. There was an incense burner missing from the buckle of one of the chains—
This incense burner is now in Hades' hands.
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Mortarion looked at Hades, and there was a hint of amusement and relief on his face, which was rarely seen without a gas mask.
"It seems that I am not the only one who is not used to the air here."
Hades blinked blankly. Wait, he just now, he just now, so the pungent smell just now was normal air? !
No!!!!
He doesn't want to become a gas tank ahhhh!
But now was not the time for Hades to wail, and Hades quickly sorted out the situation.
He and Mortarion were probably rescued by the Emperor, and he was transformed into a Death Guard Space Marine.
And Hades should be in the Death Guard's battleship now.
Of course, regardless of anything else, we must first determine one thing.
Hades adjusted his expression and his face became serious.
"Mortarion, how did your duel with Nakre end?"
A smile bloomed on the corner of Death's mouth,
"I killed it. After you fell unconscious, the monster was no match for me because of its previous injuries."
Oh. Is that so
Wasn't it waiting
Hades clearly remembered it. He couldn't remember it clearly. Uh. It seemed like this
Maybe I was not conscious at the time, or the reconstruction surgery made my memory blurred.
Anyway, it was Mortarion who killed Nakre in the end!
Haha, in short, Dis’s previous efforts were not in vain.
"Congratulations! You did it, Mortarion!"
Hades couldn't help laughing, but his smile was obviously more exaggerated than that of the Grim Reaper, with the corners of his mouth almost reaching up to the sky.
"I'm sorry I passed out at the end and wasn't much help."
"No."
Mortarion shook his head slightly.
"If you hadn't helped me suppress Nakre's psychic power the first time, the outcome of this battle would be hard to say."
The eyes of the god of death were full of gratitude. In contrast, Hades, who knew the final result, seemed carefree.
"Haha, don't be modest, Mortarion, I really didn't help much."
"But what's going on? Aren't we in Barbarus now?"
Hades seemed to have just realized the environment they were both in.
Mortarion smiled in his heart. Compared with Hades' own environment, he would indeed ask Mortarion about the final result of the decisive battle first.
This wave, this wave has increased the favorability again.
Happy reading (°3°)
(End of this chapter)