Barbaros, Southern Marsh, Mollet Village.

Hades arrived in the third year of the South.

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The white mist was rolling, and Motarian stood with his scythe, and Hades stood up with his scythe three or four meters away from him, and the young man was still lying unconsciously.

The feeling of oppression from Motarian weighed Hades so hard that Hades even felt his breathing start to shorten.

Damn, Motarian's adoptive father, Nacre, Hades is sure he's touched Motarian's scales.

But this kind of thing, if Hades doesn't say it, Mortarian will have to face it sooner or later......

No, now you still have to hurry up and smooth the hair! Otherwise, sooner or later Motarian will chop Hades, chop, chop, chop!

Hades once again succumbed to reality without any face!

"I believe, and I hope you succeed in killing Nacre."

It's just that......

"Then why do you say that?"

"I just want to know...... Death, in your heart, revenge, or the people of Barbarus, which is more important? ”

Motarian wore a hood, and his exhalation mask covered most of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

But the upper part of Motarian's exposed face had a few small wrinkles around his eyes.

Hades knew he was hesitating.

Motarian hesitated.

He knew it.

Hades sighed in his heart, it was destined to be like this, this was a play from fate, this was Motarian's inner demon, and it was the source of his corrosion.

Of the twenty-one primordials, Mortarian's corrosion had begun since he landed in Barbarus.

MD, when the time comes, do you really want Hades to run out of the Death Guard on his own, and then watch Motarian fall with the Death Guards?

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"The people."

Motarian added,

"My adoptive father, Nacre, is the one who deprives me of everything, who denies me everything, the existence I hate the most."

"And the people of Barbaros."

"They took me into nothing, they gave me the value and meaning of my existence, and they entrusted themselves to me."

"They are the value of my existence."

"To rebel against all injustice."

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Is that really the case? Motarian?

In the depths of Motarian's heart, a voice whispered.

We all have selfish intentions, will you really give up revenge on that tyrant?

Didn't you keep vowing to kill him? Why did you betray your former self?

Motarian hesitated.

"No," he whispered to himself, "the people have chosen me, and they have entrusted me to me, and I cannot be the first to betray them." ”

"I can't be the next tyrant."

He snuffed out the voice in his mind.

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If Hades could hear Motarian's inner monologue, it is estimated that his expression would be quite wonderful now.

One is that there is definitely a ghost in that voice.

Second, after all, it was the people who "abandoned" Motarian first!

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It's an unsolvable question.

After all, you can't ask humans not to worship the emperor.

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Motarian crouched down and gently picked up the young man lying on the ground, and then he got back to his feet, scythe in one hand.

"Thank you for your question, Hades."

Motarian looked at Hades with a look in his eyes.

He chooses the people, and all along, he chooses only that.

Hades stood there, also looking back at Motarian, but in his eyes, Motarian could not see suspicion or malice.

Only anxiety and worry.

Motarian spoke,

"But you shouldn't doubt me."

"In the past few years...... You've changed a lot......"

"Let's go back to the stronghold, don't keep fighting the aliens in the wild."

Motarian didn't think that Hades didn't trust him anymore, he just had a sense of composure and maturity, and those feelings that Motarian was familiar with before, they hadn't changed......

(Like making inappropriate jokes, and still being so fond of doing off-line movements.) ）

The question asked by Hades will not become a reality, and this choice will not arise in reality.

There is no other use than to entangle the heart.

Maybe...... Hades is a bit unfounded, and often being alone in the dangerous wilderness can really make the future feel bleak.

It's a pity that the people in the stronghold hate Hades because of his physique.

I should pay more attention to my friends, but I'd better wait until I kill Nacre.

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Compared to Typhon, a loyal companion who is often outspoken and straightforward, Hades is more like a fox friend like a fox friend to Motarian -

For example, he often pulls Motarian to the sky, although Motarian himself is not familiar with this method of killing time.

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It was time for the young man to wake up, and Motarian had to take him to the safety of the village before he woke up.

As Motarian prepares to leave, he turns sideways to face Hades and motions for Hades to end his conversation.

Hades was a little shocked.

Just...... Was Motarian concerned about himself just now?!

, big brother, you just held a knife to my neck, hey!?

Well, now there's only one possibility—and that's — Hades has had enough of Motarian's favorability!

Oh oh oh !!

Hades wanted to throw away the scythe on the spot, raised his arms and shouted, "I did it!" I've had enough favorability! ”

Before, when I was young, before Motarian became the commander of the stronghold, those perseverance feeding, those experiences of fighting together, those cold humors that came from time to time......

Eventually, they had enough of Motarian's opinion.

In addition, Hades also wanted to kneel and thrash, shouting "Oh,! ”

- After all, in the previous life and in this life, the number of people who cared about Hades in the dead house can be counted on one hand!!

Ahem, these are all imagined by Hades' brain in charge of the immodest area.

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The brain areas responsible for normal life are still thinking intensely.

It was clear that the conversation had ended, and Hades was unsure of how far Motarian had thought about his own problems.

But his original purpose had been achieved, which was to give Motarian a warning first.

But he didn't know if Motarian would be able to grasp Hades' true intentions on his own.

After all..... The plot of the macho man who fell from the sky in the original book...... It's a bit ...... It's beyond human imagination.

As for how Motarian decided in the end?

That's what Hades can't do.

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Alas, the other traversers either opened the golden finger to kill indiscriminately, or took the system to open and hang up.

Only Hades himself, he can't even think much about knowing the plot, he usually chops miscellaneous fish or something, and he can't win by cutting a person with a name and a surname in the setting.

Thank you, this fucking Warhammer world.

Hades shrugged and walked slowly to the edge of the road.

"Goodbye, Death, I will, I'll go back when I'm done."

Motarian nodded,

"Go back to the north, the war in the south is almost over."

Hades scratched his head and laughed,

"Okay, I'll go back! Help you fight Nacre together!! ”

Hades gave way, watching Motarian depart with Vaux.

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It was only when Motarian walked to the warning area of the village that the aura of Hades behind him suddenly disappeared.

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[in subspace]

Nurgle grinned and jumped on top of his flesh, the mass of putrefaction and purulent sarcoma inside was the favorite paradise of Nurgle's spirits.

At the limit of the Endless Garden, on the edge of the flowers of flesh and blood withering, and the rotting weeds, flies and bees no longer flying, on the other side where life and death feel too far away at the same time—

The screams of the hoarse songbirds burst out, crossing time and space, crossing life and death, and the wind of infinite change broke open, cracking the waves of eternal stagnation.

He lifted the spoon he was still churning, threw up his short arms, and swung them in that direction, the thick cellulite dripping reluctantly into the boiling endless pot of soup.

"Get out of the way! Let's go! He's mine!!! He's here with me!! ”

The birdsong reverberated unwillingly for a long time.

"Annoying guy."

He muttered.