The dark red light filled the entire organic disinfection room, and a sharp warning sounded—
Hades closed his eyes skillfully.
A special disinfectant sprayed out from this small space, washing Hades' skin. Even the transformed body of the Space Marine felt a stinging pain from the high-intensity washing.
This was the fifth disinfection, and the pharmacist prepared the medicine specially for Hades and Fernando.
Hades was standing in a small single room at this moment. One side of the room was made of glass, which made it easy for pharmacists outside to observe the situation immediately.
Those pharmacists are currently in the observation room, staring at Hades disinfecting with glowing eyes.
I'm not embarrassed, I'm not embarrassed.
Hades muttered to himself.
Next was ultraviolet disinfection. The purple light shone so suddenly that Hades felt like his only remaining right eye was going blind.
However, the torture was not over yet. Next, a pharmacist wearing a full set of closed-circuit suit came in carrying a tank of liquid medicine.
Although Hades and Fernando have been in the closed circulation system of the power armor, it is necessary to disinfect their respiratory systems exposed to the air for the sake of caution.
Pharmacist Leo took out two nasal irrigation tubes and stared at Hades with cold and ruthless eyes.
I accept my fate.
Next, it’s torture time.
Hades, who was tortured half to death by the disinfection, slumped in the interrogation chair with a look of despair on his face. Dazzling white light was sprinkled from above the room. Hades' skin was directly whitened by the disinfectant, and now it was even more dazzlingly white.
This made Hades look like a bleached corpse.
The heavy iron door opened, and Mortarion lowered his head and walked in from outside.
Hades immediately jumped up from his chair, sat up straight, adjusted his mindset, actively admitted his mistake, and started a new life.
Mortarion wore no power armor, but simple combat uniforms that clung to his gaunt frame.
At his waist, the alien pistol "Dark Light" was sleeping quietly.
Mortarion walked over silently and pulled out the chair opposite Hades.
"Sizzle—"
The harsh dragging sound echoed in the empty room. As if intentionally, Mortarion prolonged the process and also ended the interrogation of Hades.
The Primarch sat down, quite casually, like a superior, waiting for the confession of the person being tried.
“It stinks.”
Mortarion frowned.
Hades immediately got angry. I stink?! The first thing you said when you came up was that I stink? Are you unsure which of us stinks more
But Hades immediately became dispirited again. Well, he actually felt a faint smell on his body.
You are right, yes, yes, yes.
Hades swallowed.
"Um, Mortarion, you know that I received treatment on the Emperor's Dream."
I'm sorry, Emperor, it's you who's chosen.
"Then, my physique is also different from that of normal people, right? I am a special untouchable."
Mortarion said nothing, but behind his breathing mask, a nearly silent hiss came out.
"Tell?"
"Written down."
Hades, who had already anticipated that Mortarion would nitpick over the details, responded quickly.
The Primarch folded his arms and said nothing.
His father had indeed sent the Sisters of Silence to deliver weapons to Hades.
"So, I learned that there are living things in the subspace."
Mortarion, who was sitting opposite Hades, frowned but did not interrupt him. Hades took the opportunity to speak.
"These subspace creatures gain strength from our emotions. The more intense our emotions are, the easier it is to win their favor."
"Among them, due to the different emotions of physical creatures, these subspace creatures are also roughly divided into different categories."
"You better know what the hell you're talking about."
Hades blinked.
"These are just my deductions from the Sisters of Silence, my contacts with the Think Tank, and my own reading and practice. There are bound to be omissions, so I want you to help me deduce."
Mortarion stared at Hades, as if wondering whether there was truth in the words.
"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Critical hit!
"Because I'm not sure if these are true, but until today, I saw the demon with my own eyes, uh, the warp creature, and confirmed the credibility of this information."
"I can't trouble you with news I'm not sure about, can I?"
Hades spoke again.
"The demon we met today can be classified into different races—"
"Nurgle."
As the last syllable fell, Mortarion, who was standing opposite Hades, trembled violently!
The great garden was thriving, and a wonderful smell of decay wafted past his nose. He lay lazily beside the soft swamp, and the plague toad would praise his kind father from time to time.
The wings are a little itchy, maybe the scale powder was wiped off by those naughty Nurglings.
He didn't like the little bugs that were screaming all the time.
Mortarion thought to himself as he turned over, preparing to shake his wings to shake off the Nurglings.
Um
Wait, wings?!
A blinding white light suddenly shone upon him.
Mortarion's face turned pale, and heavy breathing sounded from under the gas mask. A burning sensation came from his hands, which repelled the fantasy just now. He looked up -
"Motarion, are you okay?!"
Hades held his hand and his chair fell to the ground. It was obvious that he was also quite frightened.
Mortarion took a deep breath and looked at Hades again.
"Hades, Nurgle, what is it?"
The vicious words burned his vocal cords.
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