Barbaros, Northern Mountains, Old Stronghold.

Right now.

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The conference room, which was originally plain and rarely decorated, has now become gorgeous, although there is no decoration added, but just the man sitting in the middle of the room casually has made this simple and unpretentious conference room splendid.

The man was wearing a white robe, and the gold silk delicately outlined those delicate and prosperous patterns, but if you looked at it from a distance, you could not see any traces of gold threads on it, and you could only see the white robe shining with golden light.

Countless high-ranking generals crowded around the conference room, but none of them dared to approach this man. Just looked at him with respect and awe.

The man just sat there, his eyes full of kindness and sorrow, but for a moment they were stern and murderous, and the slender black silk was scattered haphazardly, but it looked like the roots of the ink hair that a sculptor had carefully carved all his life.

The man's golden eyes seemed to penetrate the four walls of the room, penetrating thousands of distances, and piercing the highest mountain in the distance.

Still doesn't work?

The man, who had been as motionless as the emerald wood, suddenly moved, and he reached out and grasped the knife in the scabbard at his waist.

+Biography——

Wait a minute?!

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Barbaros, Northern Mountains, Alien Lord Nacre's Domain, Mountaintop.

Meanwhile.

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Hades' vision was blurred, and large chunks of black and green covered his vision.

At the very edge of his consciousness that he was about to fall off the cliff...... Hades saw as Motarian's wobbly form finally collapsed under the weight of psionic energy and poison gas, and he fell to the ground on one knee.

...... No...... No.......

It shouldn't be that way.

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Hades then fell into the black hole of consciousness.

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When the last bit of Hades' autonomous consciousness disappeared, the huge survival consciousness before his death and the great unwillingness before the coma made the black domain that was originally subconsciously compressed to the extreme explode in an instant!

Before that, Hades's black domain could not be extended to the limit because his physical strength was not strong enough, and if it was forcibly expanded, it would bring about the collapse of his body.

But now, the dying body has subconsciously chosen to give it a go!

- It was a huge and silent explosion -

The huge spherical black domain suddenly enveloped the entire mountain, different from the thin light black after the expansion in the past, the black domain at this time was the ultimate pure black, as if a trace of light could not escape its scope, it ruthlessly devoured everything!

The alien lord Nacre instantly fell to his knees, his skin began to spurt blood, like a ripe tomato that had been pinched and exploded, its eyes bulged outward, and the left hand that had been holding the scythe also released the scythe, scratching its chest like crazy.

Mortarian on the other side of it also shuddered violently, holding the scythe with both hands, and his seven orifices began to spurt blood, blood slowly spilling out of his mouth.

The silent black domain suppression seemed to last for a long time, but it seemed to last only for a moment.

When the black domain begins to slowly recede like the ebbing tide of the sea, the pure black black domain is slowly becoming transparent-

Under the corrosive effect of the poisonous gas, Motari, who had already begun to rot and lose his flesh, stood up in an incredible posture with his scythe.

His face was covered in blood foamed by the poisonous gas, and his consciousness was attacked by the Black Domain, and he hung shakily on the cliff wall.

Motarian felt as if he was clinging to the precipice of consciousness with his fingernails so that he would not pass out immediately.

Motarian limped to the ground, and he walked over to Nacre, who was on his knees, scratching and vomiting blood.

He raised his scythe.

As if awakened from a dream, Nacre opened his mouth wide and looked up at the shadow that had enveloped him.

No - no, no no!

Motarian smiled.

Scythe falls.

The ridiculous head slid down.

Seeing that the once hated alien head finally landed, Motarian could no longer support it and knelt directly in place.

With trembling hands, he lifted his father's head until it was level with his own head.

"I've finally killed you, father."

He smiled happily, but the face of the white bones corroded by the poison gas did not make a smiling expression.

Then, with the last of his strength, he glanced at Hades.

"I'm sorry, thank you."

"Bang!"

The tall figure of the original body also fell.

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At the moment when the original body fell, at the same time as the black domain completely subsided, a dazzling golden light also flickered on the top of the mountain.

The poisonous gas that surrounded the top of the mountain was instantly dispelled by this golden light.

A tall and majestic figure slowly stepped out from the golden light, and the emperor was dressed in his gorgeous and gorgeous gold armor, and on the richly carved armor, huge and microscopic patterns kissed the lord of mankind.

The jet-black and silky hair, with golden olive leaf hair rings perched on it, as if it had just been plucked from the top of the treetops in the early morning, delicate but tough.

The Lord of Humanity walked slowly to Mortarian's side, and he fell on one knee and picked up his poor, pathetic, and pathetic heir with both hands.

He stood, and a tattered Motarian leaned unconsciously against the human lord.

A group of Praetorian Soldiers and Sisters of Silence also stepped out in a neat line from the golden light behind the Emperor.

The forbidden army was dressed in gorgeous golden power armor, and the towering red silk above their heads proudly danced as their master walked, as if they were standing here, which was the greatest mercy to this filthy planet.

The Silent Nun was dressed in dark gray armor of vows, and each sister's movements were exactly the same, and the uniform armor made a uniform sonorous sound as the Silent Nun walked.

The Silent Nun and the Praetorian in the lead walked briskly to Hades' place.

The silent nun crouched down, closed her eyes, and held her breath.

Then, as if she had received some answer, she got up and made a complicated gesture with her hand.

When they became Sisters of Silence, the Emperor's left hand swore to remain silent, and in place of language, they would use a dazzling sign language.

"My lord, an outsider."

The Forbidden Army's calm voice rang out, and he pulled out his halberd and aimed it at the head of the dying Hades.

There was a short pause.

The Praetorian Army seemed to be signaling to his master whether he wanted to eliminate this uncontrollable factor, as he had done in the past.

"Nope."

"Take him back for treatment."