Barbaros, Southern Marsh, Mollet Village.

Hades arrived in the third year of the South.

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The thick fog rolls, the white waves are like waves, the slightest cold erodes the temperature around the body, and the poisonous fog is always trying to drown the passers-by in it.

Hades and Motarian sat in it, and when they saw Hades, who had just been joking, suddenly serious, Motarian couldn't help but get serious.

"That...... Death. ”

"Huh?"

"You're fighting for the people, aren't you?"

Hades cautiously glanced at the emaciated young man leaning next to Motarian, who was the epitome of the countless rebels who followed Motarian in his uprising—

They have left everything in their past and silenced themselves in agony in order to make themselves stronger, to become stronger, to become an unbreakable blade in the hands of Motarian, to fight for the liberation of humanity.

But what if Motarian wasn't what he appeared to be, fighting for the liberation of humanity?

After Hades finished speaking, Motarian's eyes instantly became sharp, and amber eyes appeared and disappeared in the fog, like the eyes of a predator hidden in the jungle.

"I've been doing this, why are you asking, Hades?"

Hades sighed softly.

"What if an opportunity arises and you lose everything you have before in exchange for the victory of the people?"

Why do you ask?

Motarian clenched his fists silently, of course he would, why not? After all, it was human beings who gave him a sense of meaning from what he had before.

"Of course I will choose the people, it is these people who have chosen me, and they are willing to be my sharp edge, then I will not be responsible. Whereas..... Hades, you shouldn't ask such a ridiculous and childish question. ”

It was humanity that allowed Motarian to find his meaning, and he certainly wouldn't abandon these companions who followed him.

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"And what if you lose everything, including letting you give up your revenge on the alien lord Nacre?"

Before Hades could finish speaking, Motarian instantly burst out, and the giant scythe pointed directly at Hades's neck.

The scythe tornado, straight through the fog waves, the white fog in the sky was instantly split in half! The sword wind was still rushing, and the fog from a hundred meters away had broken through!

Damn, it's too fast!!

Hades was able to pick up the scythe to block, and the heavy and huge scythe unique Motarian was already on Hades' neck.

Is this the power of the primordial?

At this time, Motarian was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a sickle in one hand and carefully lowering the young man's head to the ground with the other.

His eyes were fixed on Hades, cold, suspicious, fearful...... Hades was sure that he had just seen a hint of madness in Motarian's eyes.

Did Hades collude with Alien?

"What did my adoptive father say to you?"

"No, no, I didn't meet Nacre."

Hades tried to make his tone as relaxed as he could, but now, the cold touch from his neck threatened him at all times—Motarian even deliberately suppressed the power so that the scythe blade pressed against Hades' artery.

Motarian was silent.

"Then why do you say that?"

Why did he ask? Why did he ask this? Is he controlled by an alien? Does he distrust Motarian?

"I want to know which is more important, humanity, or your own plan."

"Did you help humanity because you hated Nacre, or did you choose to rebel against the aliens because of humanity?"

Is that all?

That's why he asked himself?

But...... Motarian himself really didn't think about it.

And what about Motarian's own answer?

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Hades felt Motarian's scrutinizing eyes cut through him over and over again, eager to dissect Hades' whole person.

Of course, he could feel Hades' blood pressure rise and his heart pounding wildly.

It seems to be sure that Hades is not malicious, and he is not controlled by witchcraft-

"Boom!"

Motarian lowered the scythe, its heavy scythe slamming into the ground, splashing a little mud and a dull sound of smashing through the fog.

"That doesn't happen."

Motarian said softly.

"It doesn't exist. The people here are oppressed by the aliens, and these alien lords will never give up enslaving and abusing humans. ”

"As long as the aliens are not eliminated for a day, the true peaceful day of mankind will never come, and the liberation I promised them will not come for a day."

And that bastard..... The arrogant monster who relied on witchcraft. The scum who treats them like livestock!

"Nacre must be killed! I will kill him with my own hands and bring true liberation to humanity! ”

Hades watched as Motarian was entangled in anger and remorse.

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Yes, without the man from beyond the sky, the question Hades just asked would never have been true, and Motarian would have finally gathered strength and slain his demons.

But...... Hades knew that the man, the Emperor, would come.

At this point, the question asked by Hades will have substance, and it will be an existential necessity.

As it was written in the original book,

He'll come.

He would sit in a magnificently carved, golden flying machine made with the most advanced human technology and so on.

He will come on his throne on the widest and most fertile black soil of Barbaros.

He would walk slowly and dramatically onto the land, and the poisonous gas of Barbaros would automatically dissipate around him.

His countenance was handsome and indistinct, his stature was tall and muscular, and his golden armor shimmered with the most subtle colors imaginable by any man.

Everything on Barbarus, compared to him, pales in comparison.

The first to find him at the Death Guard sentry would kneel in front of him, trembling and weeping.

O Motarian,

The people you trust, the partners you are proud of, the soldiers you rely on will willingly submit to him.

Even if you give these people everything you have, even if you promise them your future, even if you believe in them with anticipation.

But the man was just standing there, and he didn't even say anything.

And they surrendered, and they had already given up all that they had.

After all, he's an emperor.

After all, they're human.

He would go down and treat the first wounded he encountered, with the most graceful gesture a human could imagine, even if that wounded person's injuries seemed completely untreatable.

He would heal him, his wounds would heal in an instant, and the rest would bow down before him, singing praises of miracles.

They will gladly lead him into the fortress you have painstakingly built, they will invite him to sit in the noblest seat in the chamber, and they will surround him and listen to him tell of distant miracles, old dreams.

And you, Motarian.

You have just fled in a hurry from a failed assault, and you listen in panic and horror as your sentinel wants you to report this miracle from beyond the heavens.

You want to make yourself less like a defeated dog, and you pluck up the courage to walk into your chamber, but the first thing you see at him is—

You know you've lost everything.

You have been abandoned by your humanity.

You're a loser.

"I'm ...... Your friend, came to Barbaros in search of a noble soul," he added. "To find you."

"Thousands of worlds away, you have been away from the Empire for far too long. O my lost loved ones, it's time to return to our arms. I assure you, glory and riches are just around the corner. The dawn of a new era is coming. ”

He wants you to give in and make you go with him.

How could you possibly go.

Barbaros, the people on Barbaros, this is your everything.

But apparently, this guy has taken it away.

Except for his hatred of Nacre, Motarian had nothing at this time.

He also sees it, and bets with him with your hatred and future.

But in the battle with Nacre, you lose.

Lost completely, lost everything.

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At this moment, the seeds of betrayal have been planted and are waiting to sprout.

The "anchor" that locks the past, present, and future is set.

He in the Most High smiled with relief.

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Hades looked at Motarian in front of him, his eyes filled with anger at his adoptive father, Nacre, but also with hope and determination for the liberation of humanity.

How can I change this fate?

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Congratulations, today's Hades is also working hard to improve his speech skills in order not to become a stinky can.