An unnamed hillside in Barbaros.
Hades stood there, staring at the figure in the pale fog. For a moment, he felt that they looked at each other. Even through the thick fog, the tall and thin man was staring at the same kind he saw for the first time.
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The master of the garden in the warp was muttering in dissatisfaction. The fate that He had carefully brewed seemed to have some discordant smell just now, but this smell was fleeting.
He muttered and reached out to scratch the boil on his chin. Yellow-white pus burst out all over his hand, which made him feel a little better. Perhaps the smell that had just disgusted him was just a fragment of an illusion from a nightmare.
He continues to stir His crucible, and countless and endless numbers of beautiful diseases and plagues dance and sing in it, praising His mercy.
He will get what He wants.
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It seems that an uninvited guest has come to the stage of the Four Gods.
But it was obvious that there were not many audiences for this guest's first appearance.
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The blue figure sneered and said, "Wait, is there really no audience?"
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Hades hesitated for a moment, but he didn't intend to shout directly. The puppets were still on the way and there was still time. He turned around and rescued the remaining people in the carriage with Typhon.
One is to rescue people, and the other is to use these people as cover and let them delay the puppet.
Hades thought somewhat darkly.
Most people are destined not to survive.
Everyone ran out, and Typhon found Mortarion's castle. He panicked and ran towards the castle madly.
Under his leadership, people also began to run towards the fortress. Most of them did not bring gas masks, as they could not survive outdoors at such an altitude.
The crowd began to move towards the castle, and the brainless puppets also changed their movement trajectory.
Hades took advantage of the chaos and quietly retreated to the back of the truck. He grabbed the crossbow and began to aim.
He believed his gas mask was enough to protect against the poisonous gas here.
The puppets followed... Several times Hades found opportunities to shoot them in the head, but he didn't do it... Timing, he was waiting for the right moment.
Just like in the original book, Typhon started to shout at Mortarion.
"Who are you?"
He cried out, half sobbing, half whining.
"You are high up in the sky, watching the fire from the other side? You clearly saw us! You can clearly help us!"
The fast-running puppets have begun trying to attack Typhon, and the leader is obviously in a tough fight. He is alone, struggling on the muddy ground, waving a rusty dagger.
Some of the others had been poisoned by the gas and were lying unconscious on the ground, with only death waiting for them.
The rest, like Typhon, were caught up in a battle with the puppets, but due to their lack of combat experience, they were quickly torn to pieces.
Typhon was also quickly knocked down, his psychic talent only enough to keep him going for a short while.
Several besieging puppets surrounded Typhon, apparently intending to tear off his limbs.
Hades took aim, but he hesitated to pull the trigger. He was waiting.
Wait until Mortarion decides to resist, wait until Mortarion decides to save Typhon.
Otherwise none of them would be able to escape.
"Save us! Stranger!! You can definitely help us!!"
Hades knew that Mortarion was having an extremely intense ideological struggle in his heart.
A few gunshots were heard and the puppets fell to the ground. The figure on the other side of the fortress was holding a musket in his hand.
It’s done, Hades’ mouth curled up.
Seeing Mortarion raising his musket to help humans, the puppets guarding the castle roared angrily. They were Mortarion's subordinates and also his jailers.
They picked up their weapons and rushed towards Mortarion.
The main force of the slave-hunting team also targeted Mortarion.
Mortarion jumped down from the towering battlement, and the Primarch landed heavily on the ground, causing a shock wave.
He pulled out a long whip made of an iron chain and swung it with great force. Every blow was accompanied by minced meat and a rain of blood.
Mortarion moved madly yet calmly among the puppets, like a lone wolf suppressing a flock of sheep. Every time he ran and shuttled, he divided the puppets, divided them into smaller individuals, and then tore them apart.
At the beginning, the puppets could suppress Mortarion with their numbers, but as time went on, the battle gradually turned into a one-sided chaotic massacre. Mortarion was obviously blood-thirsty and attacked desperately. He even gave up some opportunities to block in exchange for more fighting.
Compared to the invincible Mortarion, Typhon on the side was struggling. He held the gas mask tightly, holding a knife with only one hand, and resisted the puppets that attacked him.
Hades was hiding in the truck and shooting arrows. The lack of puppets to target him meant precious time to shoot arrows. Hades aimed and shot as much as possible to provide assistance to the two front-line melee fighters.
The arrows fly silently, every arrow hits the head!
He successfully killed three puppets that wanted to run over and attack Typhon, and repeatedly pierced through puppets that wanted to attack Mortarion, providing Mortarion with the opportunity to better attack rather than defend.
When Hades caught the last arrow and shot a puppet's head, the massacre gradually came to an end. The ground was covered with flesh and blood, twisted limbs were struggling and trembling, and the few remaining puppets were in disarray and ran towards the higher hillside.
There were still a few puppets with Typhon and Mortarion, but they posed no real threat. Hades came out from the hiding place in the truck and quickly ran to the small escort vehicles.
He opened a small vehicle, which he successfully started.
Then he turned around and called out to the last few remaining humans - it was incredible that these lucky ones had survived the attacks of the poison gas and puppets.
"Run!" Hades shouted at them, and those people ran over quickly and got into the vehicle.
"Child, aren't you going to leave?"
Hades glanced at them and said, "No, I'm not leaving yet."
Hades likes to take a gamble when the odds of winning are relatively high.
They did not try to persuade Hades again, and the gray vehicle slowly moved towards the valley.
He found a small or medium-sized truck as a vehicle for his departure. He started the engine and quickly drove the truck to a slightly farther place.
Hades got out and ran back, continuing to search for modified vehicles. He found a wrench and used it to smash open the fuel valves of all the small vehicles he could find. The fuel gushed out and soon covered the entire stone ground.
After doing all this, he turned his attention back to Mortarion and Typhon. It seemed that their battle was over and they were verbally attacking each other.
As a otaku in his previous life, Hades really could not understand or perform such magical acts, but he expressed respect. After all, this is a world where thoughts and beliefs have real power.
But brothers, stop talking, Mortarion's adoptive father is going to kill us soon, right? !
Hades took a deep breath, and his gas mask rattled.
"Typhon! Caras Typhon! And our friends over there! Are you still going to run?!"
"The aliens will kill us soon! If we don't run now, it will be too late!!!"
The weird atmosphere of "thinking about what life is" and "should we live or not" disappeared, and they both looked at Hades in surprise, staring at each other.
Hades waved to them.
At the same time, the horns on the top of the mountain sounded, which were the horns of the Supreme Lords launching an attack.
Typhon said something to Mortarion anxiously again, but Mortarion's elder brother still stood there motionless.
Hades knew what Mortarion was thinking. In his imprisoned life, he had only had the option of "kill his adoptive father or I die", but the sudden appearance of Typhon and Hades gave him the option of "escape".
It’s like there’s a person who has been playing a game since birth, and the only options in this game are A and B, but suddenly one day someone comes up to you and tells you that you can actually unplug the power cord and choose not to play.
You can choose not to play.
Mortarion had never encountered such a choice before. The idea was beyond his inexperienced brain and caused his CPU to burn out.
MD, stop being stunned, both of you.
Hades could see puppet soldiers starting to run down from the top of the mountain.
"Hurry up! You two!!! There's no need to die here!!! As long as there is life, there will be no shortage of firewood!!! If you run away today, you will be a brave man again in a few years!!"
He saw Typhon half-dragging Mortarion and starting to run towards him. At first, they were just stumbling at a short trot, but then they broke into a sprint.
Hades got in the car and started the engine.
“Get in the car!”
Mortarion jumped onto the back of the truck, pulling Typhon in with him.
The moment they entered the car, the engine roared, and Hades immediately entered the state of the king of cars in Akina Mountain, stepping on the accelerator to the fullest.
At this time, the roar of Mortarion's adoptive father came through the influence of psychic energy.
"Face me, kid, or we'll end all ties!" For a moment, the narrow mountain pass and cliffs seemed to echo with the hollow screams of the ghouls in all directions. "Did you hear me clearly, bastard? If you dare to run away, I will make sure you die without a burial place! Giving up on me is giving up on your life!"
"I am no different from a dead person!"
Mortarion shouted, half crouching in the hood of his car, raising his pistol and aiming.
"Until today!"
The bullet roared towards the group of vehicles with full anger. The bright yellow fireball exploded instantly, roaring and devouring everything on the fuel flowing on the ground!
Those low grey vehicles, the ugly stitched puppets, the fortress where he once lived... all the past was engulfed in the raging flames, reflecting the redness in Mortarion's pupils.
Mortarion cursed and fired wildly at the fortress, and Hades even felt that he was trying to shoot the air there.
Then Mortarion stood up on the speeding truck and threw his pistol towards the fire. The pistol drew a perfect arc in the air.
Then he untied everything from his belt and threw it all out, cursing wildly under his breath.
Finally, Mortarion shouted in the direction he had come from,
"Fuck you!!!"
Haha, it’s the original body in the rebellious period.
Although he felt sorry for the pistol that was thrown away, he had to admit that this act of rebellion looked quite cool.
Hades thought to himself, now that he had escaped the crisis and was beginning to relax.
He whistled and laughed.
"cool!"
The three people, each with their own thoughts, rushed towards their stage with their own destiny.
These chapters are deeply inspired by the article "The Buried Dagger".
I'm deeply sorry about this, I really can't think of any better words, and quoting the official words makes it seem more like "an established destiny."
If there is any infringement or it makes people feel uncomfortable, I will modify or delete this article.
As an aside, from the official perspective, Mortarion and Typhon had a deep sense of déjà vu, as if a little girl who had suffered a miserable first half of her life was kidnapped by a shrewd boy.
Mortarion trusted Typhon so much that he even trusted that the voice he was talking to himself was Typhon's voice.
You've been completely conquered, Mortarion.
(End of this chapter)