Barbaros, Southern Marshes, Wild Wasteland.

Hades arrived in the third year of the South.

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The misty thick white mist is tactful, the deep wet and soft black soil is dense, and between heaven and earth, except for the white fog upwards and the black soil downwards, there seems to be nothing else.

In the empty space where the white mist had dispersed slightly, sat a tall figure—

Paying no attention to the mud of the land, Motarian sat straight on the black earth, resting on his left knee against an unconscious youth, and on his right knee propping up his arm, while holding his giant scythe.

He looked into the depths of the mist, his amber eyes as if splitting through the viscous fog, and looked straight at the familiar figure.

Hades slowly broke through the fog, and the downward hanging sickle was like a ferry's oar, gently sliding the white mist waves, rippling layer by layer.

When he was still four meters away from Motarian, Hades stopped moving, smiled apologetically under the mask, and sat down as well.

"Long time no see, Hades."

Hades on the other side looked up and smiled, and patted his knee, and the familiar movements of his old friend made Motarian secretly relax.

It's been three years.

"yes, long time no see, Death."

Motarian didn't like his name, and Hades knew that not only did he not like it, but he actually hated his own name, which had been given to him by his adoptive father.

That's why the Death Guards call Motarian "Rapper".

The Rapper is both the god of death and the reaper, the one who harvests the wheat.

As Mortarian himself.

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"What's the matter, the liberation plan in the south didn't hold you back, did it? Our death guards may have done it, I'll just watch from afar, those artillery salvos will disarm the first layer of those little lords in an instant——"

"Whoosh - BANG!"

Hades stretched out his hand and gestured wildly, leaning against the scythe pole, and with his other hand, he made an exaggerated gesture from one end to the other, drawing an exaggerated arc of artillery.

Motarian smiled, he did see the power of those cannons, but unfortunately, these powerful cannons were not suitable for mountain warfare, they could only be used as plain support, and as for the peaks of the high mountains, they could not do anything.

But - Hades still likes to praise people so much. Death Guards, they are truly the pride of Motarian.

O those who fought bravely, those who took up the scythe to resist, they fought, they resisted, only for a future where there would be no more fear.

Motarian subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at the young man leaning beside him, his struggle not to surrender to his fate was still vivid.

They're all fighters who fight for themselves, aren't they?

It's just that...... Motarian looked at Hades, who was still blowing on the other side, and he seemed to be talking about how good he was.

"Hades, you still can't get close to people?"

Motarian stretched out his hand, as if to touch the unseen realm near Hades's surroundings.

"Hey! Other! Don't don't!! ”

Motarian's movements caused Hades to quickly retreat, and while still sitting, his center of gravity was unsteady and he almost flipped over.

Big brother, don't!

Hades was in a cold sweat, and if someone touched his black domain, it would be enough for others to touch his black domain, and it would make the other party disgusted for a while, but if Motarian touched it......

Big brother, don't bring other weird things over!!

Hades quickly stepped back, slithering backwards with no regard for his personal image.

Seeing Hades react so greatly, Motarian withdrew his hand in disbelief, as if blaming Hades for rejecting himself so much......

Sure enough, after so long, the original three have long since gone away from each other........

Mortarian remembered that they were both very naïve, and after drinking and laughing in the dilapidated house, they talked about the liberation of humanity, and at that time he boasted that he would always fight for the cause of human resistance, and Typhon coaxed and said yes, while Hades crawled on the ground, clapping as he crawled.

Motarian wasn't drunk, of course, but it was clear that Hades and Typhon were drunk at the time.

"Motarian! Eldest brother! I'm going to mess with you!! I don't have any ideals! It's like finding a place to play with villains! ”

What is a villain?

Motarian still has doubts.

But now...... Those happy and simple memories are gone, Typhon is fine, and Motarian is relieved that Typhon has found his comrades who understand him.

Only Hades, because of his specialness, can only walk alone outside the crowd......

Once I've defeated Nacre, and when there is no more oppression on the planet, Motarian vows to help his friend get out of this damn constitution curse......

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Looking at Motarian on the other side, it was obvious that he was deep in thought again, and Hades panicked in his heart.

Don't, big brother, don't hold grudges!!

"Uh......." Hades scratched his chin, "that...... My constitution hurts people, and I'm not used to hurting people. ”

"And I don't want my friends to get hurt, do I? Death, if you let others get hurt because of yourself, you must be unable to get over it in your heart. ”

Hades himself nodded convincingly, and he glanced at Motarian quietly, and the other party seemed to be convinced by himself.

In contact with Motarian, Hades discovered that Motarian is a typical mental journey with tens of thousands of words in his heart, and then just a few words on his lips, unless he is forced to rush (such as breaking the defense), Motarian is unlikely to tell his mental journey completely.

And his mental journey is generally more than that of ordinary people.

This leads to the fact that Hades doesn't dare to let Motarian misunderstand at all, if this is misunderstood, it will be a big problem!

Motarian nodded, and lifted the young man with his hand, allowing him to change into a more comfortable position.

"I can understand your feelings, Hades."

"If you really want someone to talk to, you can come to me. I can withstand your abilities. ”

Motarian was silent for a while, and then said something in a sullen voice.

"I'm not that susceptible."

With Motarian's movements, Hades looked at the scrawny young man, who was probably Vaux, alas, the death guard of the future NB was so thin now.

"Hahaha, Death, you still have to lead the Death Guard to fight the aliens, I don't dare to harass you."

A fog drifted over, and Hades reached out in boredom to pinch and play.

"You're already harassing me."

Damn, what a cold joke.

Hades immediately folded his hands in an exaggerated manner and nodded to Motarian's side and bent over.

"Ah, I shouldn't have bothered Lord Motarian, the minions deserve death, and the minions will retire—"

"Hades."

Seeing that Motarian frowned, he screamed the name of the demon in a serious voice, which lowered the leather monkey who was about to sprinkle.

Okay, let's not do this work.

Hades sat down in an instant, in fact, not to mention, he really didn't look for Motarian this time because he hadn't talked to anyone for too long, which caused him to go crazy.

If nothing happened, he didn't want to delay Motarian.

After all, Motarian has so much to do now than Hades.

Mortarian may still be thinking about taking it steady, step by step, and finally arranging to kill his adoptive father, Nacre.

But...... Hades knows that the seemingly endless amount of time is already like a sea fish stranded on the shoreline, dying, and precarious.

Could Mortarian really kill his adoptive father before the death knell rings, before the emperor arrives?

If not, will Motarian's mind be gradually distorted as in the original book, and finally degenerate?

Hades knew that what happened on Barbarus was destined to be a stinger that pierced Motarian's heart, silently corroding the heart of the Lord of the Walls for the long life of the Legion.

So, what can Hades do before anything happens?

Hades knew that he didn't have much time to give himself, although he had always wanted to completely suppress the Black Domain below his body surface, but at present, based on previous attempts, this idea was not realistic in the short term.

He could only gradually move away from the crowd.

But, Hades thought, what if, he was saying, he could persuade Motarian before he was completely away from the crowd?

While the connection between Motarian and him was not so shaky.

While nothing has happened yet.

If Typhon could rely on Mortarion's trust in him to betray an entire legion in the future.

Is it possible for Hades to save an entire legion with Mortarian's trust in him?

He wanted to try.

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At the very least, Motarian had to be given a vague warning about the future.

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Today, Hades is also trying to keep from being a stinky can.