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But from their terrified eyes, Mortarian could also glimpse a glimmer of truth. He realized with pessimism that he was similar to the beings in the garden; existence itself was error. Mortarian hated the Lord of Mankind—
Hades' words interrupted Mortarian's thoughts.
"Fine, if you won't let me touch you, then—" Hades shouted, lunging at Mortarian like a hungry tiger! "Come on, take me flying, you old Mortarian!"
Hades could already picture Mortarion flying in the sky while he happily swung below.
Without any hesitation, without any further thought, Mortarian believed that his survival instinct had saved him.
The Primarch leaped into the air, looking utterly comical, his head hitting the ceiling, but he succeeded. Hades' blurry silhouette slid past his feet, and then—
Clang! Hades crashed into the huge pile of furniture.
With a flap of its wings, Mortarion landed gracefully on the ground, turning to look at Hades as he crawled out of the ruins.
"You overestimate my load-bearing capacity," Mortarian said, laughing as he prepared to slump back down, but Hades, buried in the rubble, resolutely raised his hand.
"and many more!"
Mortarian paused for a moment,
"That's my chair!"
Hades shouted, and verdant lightning gathered in his hands, transforming the room into a green-light-themed disco, along with the flashes on Mortarion's wings.
Mortarion's eyes widened as he saw the silvery droplets levitating against gravity. He sensed something far more ancient—a void dragon, and other beings as well.
Death had dealt with the Void Dragon before, but seeing Hades skillfully wield the power of the Star God...
Mortalian probably understands how others feel when they see him fall into the path of psychic powers.
Hades struggled to his feet. Luckily, there weren't any valuables in the room. He pursed his lips.
Hades pondered what kind of chair would allow Mortarion to sit comfortably and also allow him to spread his large wings—Mortarion's posture just now wasn't just awkward, it was extremely awkward.
Ultimately, Hades decided to use a hollowed-out chair back technique. Perhaps a different memory material would have been better, but unfortunately, he only had Celestial Metal on hand.
A silver light rose, and a strange, large chair gradually took shape. Unlike the chairs he made himself, Hades thoughtfully added some patterns to Mortalian's chair. He used numerology, carving seven small sickles resembling the number seven onto the back of the chair.
Hades, convinced that the chair was in line with insect engineering, turned around with some pride, only to find Mortarian standing there.
But amidst the fluorescent light and mist, Hades caught a glimpse of the Primarch's trembling hand out of the corner of his eye.
Hades blinked, only to see Mortarian staring at him with disdain.
【ugly.】
The Primarch said, pointing with his bony fingers to the chair, pausing for a moment before speaking, "...Are you using numerology?"
Hades nodded, and the lightning disappeared.
Mortarian sighed deeply.
Numerology is a rigorous scientific calculation, the Primitive said, "You shouldn't..."
Mortarian's voice trailed off, and his eyes narrowed as if he had seen something that was too much of a waste of his vision.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Hades said, raising his hand again, lightning flashing. “So, where do I go with them?”
"No need." Mortarian walked over, pressed Hades' hand down, and then sat down as quickly as possible, as if standing for even a second longer was painful.
Mortarian reached out and tapped the crudely made runes that had no warp echo and even cursed the warp in the opposite direction. White mist rose up, and these blasphemous words became less unbearable.
"It's even," Mortarion thought, recalling how he had tried to draw an image of Hades years ago... but now he didn't need to; the living Hades was standing right in front of him, looking like this.
That's Hades.
He had seen Hades as he once was; the current Hades was simply... hungry for a while, and under pressure... a star god...
But Mortarian was certain that this was Hades.
Back on Barbarus, in the early years of their acquaintance, Mortalian had seen Hades become irritable due to hunger; Hades' initial mental state was not as stable as it had become after he became a Space Marine.
Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes stunned, sometimes howling, sometimes standing by the river looking like she'd jump in any second, yet she'd stand there all day.
Mortalian breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the scythe lying next to Hades' sofa... Oh well, too lazy to pick it up.
The metal Primarch armchair was a bit slippery, and Mortarian let himself slide down a little. Perhaps some cushions would have been better... but compared to the garden... it was already quite nice.
Perhaps there is no Hades here...
Mortarian suppressed his nausea, which might have made him feel better, but if Hades hadn't been there—dispelling the gaze of all other warp entities—Motarian certainly wouldn't have acted this way.
It's a paradox.
Mortalian thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile, "My only mistake is that he's a wizard."
But... that's just how reality is.
The harsh reality tormented Mortalian, but having a comfortable place to sit clearly alleviated his pain. How long had it been since he had sat down, since he had stopped resisting, since he had stopped being wary of everything…
For a long time.
Perhaps he never had such a past.
Mortarian glanced at Hades again, instinctively resisting the god of the underworld.
Seeing Mortarian sit down, Hades also regained ownership of his sofa. He sat down, and before him was a crooked, Mortarian limited edition sofa that he had almost never seen before.
He blinked, recalling the image of Mortarian's trembling hands just moments before.
...This feeling always feels familiar.
Hades thought of... Magnus, and Macado... people he had met, but had subconsciously ignored.
The Magnus Stone is not with Hades now. Today, Magnus went to persuade the Grey Knights to kill fewer and release more.
Hades was silent for a moment. This feeling was not new. Back when he was on Barbarossa, in the years when he could not control his physique, people treated him the same way.
Time is unpredictable!
Hades tried to control the dark domain as much as possible. Behind him, a dark domain stretched out like a shadow, enveloping the entire room, leaving only the cavity exposed, thus isolating it from the gaze of the entire subspace.
Hades carefully observed Mortarian's condition, but apart from the mist emanating from between the gas masks, Mortarian remained silent, like a still bone moth.
Motarian did not stop him from doing so.
After Hades completed the complete isolation of the Dark Domain,
【alright?】
Mortarian asked, and Hades nodded. Mortarian, who was sprawled on the back of the chair, once again spewed out white mist, completely disregarding his image. Hades thought of Mortarian, who had been wrapped up like a mummy in the intensive care unit years ago.
The room fell silent, save for Mortarian's breathing.
"...I am a wizard."
Motalian spoke silently, not looking at Hades, but staring at the ceiling.
Hades did not reply to him immediately; after a moment, Hades spoke.
“I think I dislike Karas Typhon because he is Typhon, not because he is a psionicist.”
Hades watched as Mortarion coughed violently, and the Primarch straightened up, coughing and laughing.
You cannot...
Mortarian coughed. "You still resent Karas?!"
“No,” Hades said calmly, “but the truth is, our hatred began with him; it was his dislike of the soulless.”
Hades paused upon seeing the Primarch's form.
Hades chuckled inwardly. The balance of power had shifted. He watched Hades change the subject, knowing that Hades wouldn't be like some big moth, dwelling on his own problems for too long.
“Then,” Hades deliberately made his voice somber, “Old Mo, am I really that insignificant in the Warp? I don’t see the Lord of Mankind or Macado reacting like that.”
In the distance, Macardo, emerging from the dark room, began to retch... Damn it... Hades...
Mortarian straightened up, braced himself on the armrests, and stared intently at Hades, remaining silent for a long time.
Are you still planning to continue consuming Star God fragments?
Mortarian asked, enunciating each word clearly. Hades sensed something was wrong; how could a feint have drawn out the opponent's ultimate move? He had intended to lighten the mood.
Hades coughed a few times. "Just a taste, I won't succumb to my appetite."
Mortarian collapsed back to his original state.
"[It's acceptable...]" Death said calmly, then, as if recalling something amusing, Mortarian laughed. "[In the end, we've all become the most unacceptable freaks again.]"
Hades raised his hand, feeling no remorse for mocking Karas, because he knew Karas was undoubtedly the one who had insulted him the most, without exception.
“We cannot slander Karas.”
Mortarian wanted to say a few more words in defense of Karas, but he had already laughed, completely revealing his thoughts.
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Chapter 620 The Way Is Not Alone
Over the years...
Mortarian sprawled on the sofa, gazing at the sky. He felt once again the power of his adaptability; the initial nervousness of their first encounter had vanished. Before a surging darkness… he…
I'm sleepy.
He felt his hazy vision gradually dimming, and a long drowsiness washed over him as the price he paid for overdrawing himself over the past ten thousand years.
I still managed to do some things.
The Primarch rebuked himself for his laxity, his wings creaking as they realized that their master had not treated them as well as this chair had for the past ten thousand years.
But actually… Mortarion exhaled a puff of mist, “Why not rest?”
Mortarion was not a Primarch with the virtue of humility. In his heart, he believed he had done enough—without a Primarch, perhaps even the being on the Golden Throne was not as competent as him.
...except for the emperor.
But that's an effort in the opposite direction.
When his thoughts turned to the Emperor, Mortarian felt an alarm bell ringing in his heart, but the urgent sound gradually faded away... At least they now had someone who could bring down the Emperor at any time.
Thinking of this, Mortarian relaxed again. In the past, he might have scolded himself for his laziness and slackness, but now? He was too tired now.
He slowly felt his own mist drift away, the wisps of white touching the rising black sea, disappearing without a trace before he could let out a scream.
"I've done quite a lot."
Hades corrected Mortarian, picked up a teacup from the table, and poured himself a little wine.
"Just looking at the documents you've reviewed... I feel the pressure."
【I also want. 】
Mortarian raised his hand and took the poisoned wine Hades offered... It was a symbol of the weakness of mortals; they had reduced the toxicity and improved the taste so that it would be edible.
Never mind... as long as it's drinkable.
Mortarian tried to remove the gas mask. The mask, clinging to his face, peeled away, revealing his true face shrouded in mist. Mortarian gave a cold laugh.