Above Cadia, a huge storm formed on the surface. From the perspective of the void, it looked like a huge single eye, watching all living beings.
In the center of the storm, Hades, half-kneeling on the ground, raised his head with difficulty. He saw Malcador, the old man standing in the storm.
"Old...Ma...?"
Hades opened his mouth, vomiting black and red mucus. He coughed, feeling weak and confused.
Malcador, his cloak torn by the strong wind, was looking down at him. The long black thorns in the old man's hands pierced his bloodstained hands. He was staring at Hades with a complicated look.
But there was no golden light in his eyes.
Hades returned all his psychic energy and soul to him.
all.
Is he the first one to dig out psychic power from Hades
Makado didn't know, but he knew that this was his fate.
He smiled wryly, gripping his new scepter.
Countless flashing cracks climbed up from Malcador's body, the space around him was distorted, and psychic flashes flowed down from Malcador's body.
Hades watched in horror as Malcador in front of him gradually faded away. He seemed to realize something, and Hades tried to expand the Black Domain to reach Malcador, but he had just awakened and did not have the ability to fully control the Black Domain.
There was something wrong with the Malcador in front of him! That was not... That was not the Malcador Hades was familiar with! There was a strange and chaotic aura about the old man.
"Old Ma?!"
Hades shouted and stretched out his hand to try to grab the old man who was being carried away by the warp storm, but he could not move at all. He could only watch as Malcador's body was gradually torn apart and pulled into the strange warp rift.
In his blurred vision, he saw the old man's mouth opening and closing. Amid the buzzing sound, Hades heard intermittent sentences.
"... See you... next time... Don't... call me... Old Ma, I... Empire..."
Malcador laughed.
"Trust me Hades, trust me."
A dazzling flash exploded!
"—Malcador?!!!!!!"
Hades stood up suddenly, but the last shadow in front of him had disappeared, dragged into the abyss by the rules of the Supreme Heaven.
The previous storm came to an abrupt end, leaving behind only the vast expanse of land that had just calmed down.
Hades, who was struggling to stand up, felt as if he was torn apart from the chest. He slowly lowered his head and saw the huge hole in his chest that was formed by the piercing.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
Hades lost his balance, staggered a few steps, and roared towards the sky.
"What do you believe?!!! Malcador, explain clearly before you die?!!!!"
Hades took a deep breath, his remaining lungs creaking, "What on earth just happened?!!!"
"Malcador!!!"
What on earth happened? ! ! !
In a trance, Hades seemed to hear Malcador's relieved laughter because his defense was broken.
Was that an illusion? Hades looked around, but he only saw a chaotic space.
Subconsciously, he raised his eyes, and in his blurry vision, he saw the torn apart Milky Way and the fleet of ships quietly anchored above the sky.
What the hell had happened to the world while he was asleep?!
A huge feeling of dizziness and anger enveloped him again. Hades' body swayed, and a numb feeling came from his severed chest. Bang! He finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell down again. Darkness began to pour in from the four corners of his vision.
He hoped that at least Mortarion had not yet fallen... Hades thought desperately... Malcador... Malcador...
An unhurried sound of footsteps was heard.
Hades fell on his back in despair. In his upside-down vision, he saw a pair of mechanical feet and the hanging red robe of the Mechanicus.
“… Save…” Save Malcador first.
Save Malcador first!
Hades struggled to say something, but he could only vomit blood. He tried to control the black domain, but his consciousness, which had just returned to its original state, could not control them well. He could only watch the dark water flow, but could not command where it went.
Trazyn bent down, stared at Hades, and opened his hand in a gesture of greeting.
"It's been a long time, Hades," Trazyn said. "I'll take you there now."
Hades was unaware of Trazyn's deal with the Empire—Hades wanted to be collected and put away—but not now! Malcador?! Save Malcador?!
Your fucking alien is here to collect heads, right? !
Hades struggled hard again, which made him feel even more dizzy. As if knowing what Hades was thinking, Trazyn made a hushing gesture, and the alien stretched out his hand and touched Hades' chest -
Driven by a strong will, Hades finally gained control of one hand. He punched Trazyn in the face, but Trazyn easily dodged it.
Trazyn easily touched the Emperor's phalanx that Malcador had thrown at Hades before. The alien picked up the middle finger bone and put it into his storage space, then turned around to look at Hades with bloodshot eyes.
"Boy, this is the contract between me, Malcador, and Mortarion."
Trazyn said, "The Empire no longer wants you, but Mortarion and Malcador do not want to give you up, so they entrusted me to keep you alive."
Bang! Before Tarasim finished speaking, golden light burst out from his body, directly blowing up half of his mechanical face.
"Okay! Okay! The truth is the deal the Empire made with me!"
There was a crackling sound of electronic music, and Trazyn immediately admitted defeat. The Emperor's finger bones that had just caused the explosion dimmed again.
Trazyn turned his head and looked around. It was a barren land.
"I'll take you away from Hades right now... Your body won't last long in its current state without treatment."
Trazyn looked at Hades' face full of anger and unwillingness. Chunks of flesh and blood fell from his mouth. Hades stared at Trazyn.
"…Mac…Ka…"
Trazyn raised his eyes and looked in the direction where Malcador disappeared. The space there was still unstable, with countless subspace cracks opening and closing on it.
"He can save himself."
Trazyn said, "Save yourself first... Don't worry, this is all part of Malcador's plan."
Did his white lie comfort Hades? Trazyn didn't know, but Hades couldn't beat him now.
He was thinking about the next treatment plan, and slowly helped Hades, who was vomiting blood, up. Suddenly, Trazyn turned his head sharply, and stared at the fleet in the sky with his mechanical eyes—
He observed the signal of the Whirlwind torpedoes being deployed.
The next moment, brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky.
… Nothing… Vomiting soul… I was hit by the eMule, and now my back and waist hurt so much that I can’t sit. I lied down and typed a chapter with my phone.
(End of this chapter)