Extra|Sorry, but I'm the second episode (2)
"Go and hide, you useless guy."
The tall alien lord grabbed the Primarch's collar and dragged Mortarion into the dim room. It kicked the Primarch, who was numbed by the poisonous fog, and kicked Mortarion into the room.
With a bang, the door was closed.
Facing his adopted son, the alien showed no signs of holding back. Mortarion coughed up blood, gasping for breath and pulling out a dagger from his waist.
He stood up by rubbing his hands against the wall and walked quickly to the door.
Mortarion clenched the dagger in his hand, and the Primarch lay on the ground, observing Knakre's whereabouts through the crack in the door.
Knakre looked... annoyed.
Mortarion felt a chill running down his spine. It was not until this moment, when he saw Nakre's agitated figure, that he truly realized how terrifying the monster was.
The puppets' battle reports came one after another, and the battle line that Nakre had spent a huge amount of time and energy on was easily broken, as smooth as a dagger cutting through cooked fat.
Selected by the Primarch's adoptive father, the seven cunning psionic lords surrounded Nakre. They were standing in the center of the magic circle set up by Nakre. Nakre hoped to kill the monsters with the power of psychic energy.
They panicked and kept asking Knakre what to do, but Knakre said nothing and just stared at the ground grimly.
Mortarion knew that look. Nakre was going for the kill.
Nakre spoke and ordered the lords to stand at the corresponding positions of the magic circle.
The Primarch's mind moved, and Mortarion realized that the array was not arranged equally. Nakre wanted to sacrifice those lords to strengthen its own power!!!
After realizing this, Mortarion felt angry, and even more so, he felt a kind of despair as if a flame had been extinguished by a basin of cold water. No, no, no, no, he was already no match for Knakre. If Knakre used forbidden spells to strengthen himself...
Mortarion will stand no chance!
Nakre's sacrifice must be stopped!
The young Mortarion gritted his teeth, a deep sense of despair crawling through his soul like a spider web. When he thought of what he would face next... Mortarion took a deep breath, his internal organs that were kicked by Nakre were aching slightly.
Just as Mortarion was thinking about what to do next, Nakre took action! Electric arcs lit up on the fingertips of the tall alien, and the arcs split in the air, directly striking the other seven lords!
“Thank you for your sacrifice.”
The alien grinned and uttered a long spell praising the god of stagnation of life and death.
Amidst the wailing and cursing, Nakre, who was standing in the center of the altar, raised his arms. As Nakre's spell continued, the space around him twisted, and the boundary between the subspace and the physical world began to blur.
Without any hesitation, Mortarion pushed the door open with his shoulder and ran straight towards the sacrificed lord closest to him!
The sacrifice was not completed, and the alien that was plotted against by Nakre was screaming hysterically. Mortarion simply grabbed the alien's hand and tried to pull it out of the altar.
He needs to destroy the magic circle first—the destroyed magic circle will also backfire on Nakre!
Seeing Mortarion coming, Nakre, who was in the center of the magic circle, let out a roar. It couldn't leave the magic circle easily, but as it roared, the tall puppets pounced towards Mortarion!
Swish! Mortarion stepped back, and the alien he was holding let out a final sharp scream as it was torn in half by the might of the Primarch and the altar, blood splattering like a waterfall.
The ongoing ritual was interrupted by the sudden death of the sacrifice, and Nak're let out a deafening roar, pointing angrily at the Primarch, and violent arcs of electricity rushed straight towards Mortarion.
Mortarion leaped to the right! His lean body flashed behind the puppet, and he stabbed the puppet in the back with a knife. The puppet subconsciously dodged to the left in pain, and was hit by the electric python!
In the blinding white light, the puppet froze in pain, wailing.
Mortarion crouched down and flashed out from the shadows of the puppets. The puppets that had previously subdued the Primarch became his best defense. A black shadow flashed through the shoving group of puppets. In the gap between the light and the light, Mortarion rushed out faster than lightning! A short sonic boom sounded! The tip of the knife went straight to Nakre's neck!
Just this one hit!!!
Mortarion's eyes were filled with hatred. Nakre's ugly face suddenly magnified in the Primarch's pupils. He swung his sword -
Nakre laughed in anger, and a blurry shadow flashed in Mortarion's peripheral vision!
Bang!
The outcome was decided, Mortarion's feet left the ground, and the Primarch struggled desperately, pulling hard at the withered hand that was tightly grasping his neck.
Knakre grabbed Mortarion by the neck and lifted him off the ground.
Nakre smiled, and the alien strode to the sacrifice killed by Mortarion, crouched down, and pinned Mortarion tightly in the circle where the sacrifice was.
The blood and bone fragments from half of the corpse soaked Mortarion's back, and his face was pressed firmly to the ground.
Mortarion's pupils dilated. He saw with horror that the spatial distortion caused by the ritual had not subsided, but became more and more intense. But hadn't Nakre already left the center of the altar? !
"I knew you were coming, kid, why do you think I didn't lock the door?"
Nakre pinched Mortarion's hand hard, and the alien's white eyes were full of madness.
"Useless trash, just make one last, insignificant contribution to my ritual!"
Nakre began to chant again, and as it chanted, rotten plants began to grow around them. Mortarion made a dying sound, and he felt his soul begin to be stained with a certain color -
No, no, no, no, he dug and pulled at Nakre's hand that was holding him down, but that hand was like a dead tree, strangling him unconsciously.
Mortarion's vision began to blur, and Nakre's blasphemous spells began to buzz in his ears. In a trance, the Primarch saw that the figure in front of him was not Nakre's ugly figure,
But... But...
In the midst of the vitality, the bloated and obese body stretched out its hand to him.
No, Mortarion felt as if his soul was screaming, No, no no no no! He would not accept it! !
He looked at him, his huge mouth filled with sticky saliva opening and closing, and he said -
"Say your mother! Get out!!!"
Mortarion suddenly woke up, and looked at Nakre who suddenly began to twitch in front of him as if waking from a dream. The hand that was strangling him loosened, and Mortarion struggled to get free. In just a moment, the Primarch found that the distorted space on the altar began to calm down, and Nakre was struggling to try to stand up.
Without a moment's hesitation - Mortarion felt a chill running down his spine - he swung the dagger down again towards Nakre's neck - even though he had just been on the verge of death, Mortarion did not loosen his grip on the dagger.
Faint arcs of psychic energy lit up again, but they went out very quickly, and the dagger in Mortarion's hand smoothly pierced into his adoptive father's neck, just like the scene in his dreams every day - he stabbed the dagger in his hand, and the ugly head opened its eyes wide, staring at him, whispering its last words in the air -
"waste."
Finally, it tilted suddenly.
The head fell to the ground.
Mortarion fell backwards, he collapsed to the ground, sitting in a pool of blood. He was breathing heavily, and the Primarch realized that he was sweating coldly. The sticky cold blood mixed with sweat and stuck to his back along with his clothes.
He subconsciously looked at the head lying in a pool of blood. His adoptive father's head was staring at him with his eyes open, and his last words were still that curse.
There was a buzzing in Mortarion's ears. Everything here was too quiet, except for the sound of his tinnitus and heartbeat. Those puppets that were just showing their fangs and claws had fallen down, and those wailing lords were also silenced in death. There was no more gunfire from the battle outside.
Now, everything is quiet.
Mortarion stared at Knakre’s head in a trance. Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream to the immature Primarch. He did it, he did it, he killed Knakre!!!
The dream he prayed for day and night, the dream he swore and cursed countless times that he hoped to achieve - it only took fourteen seconds, fourteen seconds, and everything would be over!
At this moment, Mortarion was completely unable to think about what truth he had just seen. He was immersed in the great ecstasy and disbelief of successfully killing his adoptive father. He stared blankly at the head that was staring at him with the same hatred. It seemed as if everything had stopped forever.
Until... until he heard those footsteps in the silence.
Monster... Here comes the monster.
Mortarion wanted to stand up and run for his life but he couldn't stand up at all. He knew that the words that just interrupted the illusion came from the monster - this was an existence he could not contend with at all.
Mortarion breathed rapidly, he was dying, he was dying - but he had no regrets!
Mortarion stared at Nakre's head, listening to the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps, the corners of his mouth curled up and he laughed softly.
Then his laughter became louder and louder, until it was deafening.
For the first time since he regained consciousness, Mortarion laughed so wantonly.
Nakre is dead! That's enough!
Mortarion felt his eyes well up and liquid flow down his face.
The footsteps stopped.
A voice sounded hesitantly.
"… How are you?"
Mortarion, who was laughing, suddenly froze. He slowly turned his head to see what the monster looked like - it must be even more disgusting than Knakre.
But unexpectedly, he saw a tall human staring at him with a frown and in disbelief.
Hades stared at Mortarion, and the cool opening he had prepared was choked in his throat. He had just beaten Nurgle, snatched Nurgle's spoon, and showed off his soup in front of him, warning him that if he came again, he would have to eat delicious juice next time, so Hades was a little late.
But a few seconds wouldn't turn Mortarion into a fool, right? What had happened to this kid
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Hades watched as the twisted smile on Mortarion's face disappeared in an instant, returning to his expressionless face.
If you come to kill me,
Mortarion paused, his tone hardened, [Please.]
For a millisecond, Hades gave up the option of raising his scythe and startling Mortarion.
"Why would I kill you? You didn't do anything bad."
Hades said as he walked over to Mortarion and pulled him up from where he was sitting in a pool of blood. Mortarion looked at him in disbelief, stunned.
Mortarion watched as Hades pulled out a roasted corn cob from somewhere.
Hades handed it to him, and Mortarion hesitated for a moment before taking it.
The most ridiculous thing is that the grilled corn was still hot.
Mortarion began to doubt his life.
"Eat it,"
Hades said casually, as if today was an ordinary day, "After you finish eating, come down the mountain with me. We will find a village to work."
Hades was worried. With his appetite, plus the Primarch's, if the two of them didn't do farm work, there would be a famine on Barbarus next year.
He used to live purely by chewing on those damn things on Barbarus, and Hades was about to vomit from eating them, and he didn't want to eat those damn things anymore!
Hades stared at Nakre's head hesitantly and scratched his chin.
"You can also bring some souvenirs back. After all, it's tiring to go up the mountain."
Mortarion remained silent, holding the corn cob in his hand, and remained silent. Finally, he couldn't help but open his mouth and ask,
[…Who are you? ]
And... Mortarion thought hesitantly. He looked at Hades, whose height was obviously not that of an ordinary human. The Primarch realized that the giant in front of him was the first being of similar height and race to him...
Could it be that... Mortarion stared at his adoptive father's head, and an absurd idea emerged in the Primarch's mind like a bubble.
Could it be that... Could it be that... Could it be that...
Mortarion watched Hades take a few steps back. The Primarch panicked for a moment, but then he saw Hades take a twisted stance.
"I am Hades. Don't envy me. I am just a legend."
JOJO's standing Hades shook his handsome short hair, "Also, call me—"
The handsome face of Neos appeared before Hades' eyes. The Emperor was looking at him kindly.
For the sake of the Primarch's physical and mental health, and to make it easier for him to pit his teammates in the future without any psychological burden, Hades finally gave up the Big Daddy Plan. His tail tone turned abruptly on the mountain road.
"—Call me brother, brother is young."
Hades said, successfully seeing the question marks in Mortarion's eyes.
But there seemed to be a hint of regret in the Primarch's eyes
[oh.]
Mortarion said dryly.
(End of this chapter)