Perseverance, the Space Marine's personal room.

Right now.

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Hades - No, it's He Shi now, he's sitting at his beloved little desk, painting his beloved little chess pieces.

He put down the 30k Motarian he had just painted, stretched, and looked up to see a small display box on his desk near the wall.

He Shi thought about it, and took out the emperor figure that he bought online before and didn't know whether it was true or false from the exhibition box.

He put the two little ones on the table boredly, and—

The little Motarian pawn moved, and spoke,

The little chess piece laughed, and then somewhere took out a alien head,

"Hahahahaha! I've finally killed you! Father!!! ”

The emperor's figure silently watched Motarian's small chess piece not far away, and Motarian noticed it,

"Who are you, stranger?"

The Emperor's figure suddenly began to glow with dazzling golden light!

"Daddy!"

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Hades, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes in an instant.

What a weird dream!

This is the first reaction of the brain after Hades fell into a long coma and woke up.

The second reaction is-

the !!!

With the awakening of the autonomous consciousness, all the fully modified bodily functions begin to operate at normal power.

The first thing the brain receives is the perception of its surroundings.

A smell goes straight to the depths of Hades' soul!

It's like a super super super strong version of lemon + mint + licorice + enhanced concentrated disinfectant + enhanced version of 84 disinfectant mixed together, and then thrown into the ice cellar to freeze into the kind of cold water floating with ice cubes, and then mixed with aged vinegar + chili water + super concentrated alcohol + chlorine water, and then thrown into the refrigerator to freeze until it is just right.

Then, the shareholder was stuffed into the compression pump, and the high-pressure water gun was used to push it into Hades's lung tube, and drive it to maximum power!

Hades felt like his brain was going to be crushed by the breath.

He subconsciously sat up abruptly, coughing violently, covering his mouth and nose with one hand and choking his throat with the other.

"Ahem, ahem..... cough and lie down..... cough cough cough ...... Groove"

To be sure, Barbaros is a world full of poison gas, which is divided into high poison, poison, and low poison, but there is no "non-toxic" option at all.

It's like a person who has been in a strange environment, and then increases his olfactory sensitivity by a hundred times, and then throws him into clean air, this person can't stand it.

And that's the case with Hades at the moment.

Even if he inhaled clean air when he was unconscious, when the cerebral cortex began to be active and his autonomous consciousness woke up, he received such different environmental information as soon as he came up, which made Hades have a strong stress response for a while.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough cough ...... Cough!! ”

A large hand reached out, holding a spherical incense burner, and on the simple carved hollow brass incense burner, a few words of Barbarus were engraved -

"Born in the poisonous realm, silenced in the miasma."

A familiar, gentle, mesmerizing, home-like smell wafted slowly from that small incense burner.

The pale, skinny, bony hand handed the cute and charming little incense burner to Hades' side.

"Ahem, ahem...... Cough... Thank... cough cough cough ...... Thank! ”

Having just woken up from a long coma and being forced to turn on by the fresh air, Hades, who was dizzy and dizzy, did not care about his personal image, and unceremoniously snatched the small incense burner, and then slammed it to his nose.

The warm, warm and soft scent immediately diluted the irritating and cold air.

Hades took a few puffs of the small incense burner, first hedging off the excitement just now.

Then, he forcibly slowed down his breathing, which had suddenly become rapid because he had just been stressed, and of course his fully transformed body faithfully carried out the orders given by his brain.

Smooth...... Smooth...... Smoke slowly drifted out of the hollow in small streams.

Finally, Hades calmed down.

He looked up.

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Hades was currently in an empty and simple room, not small, with a ceiling higher than the average house in Barbarus, a tall workbench next to the wall, on which some basic tools were placed, and some weapons were neatly hung on the wall.

As for Hades, he was dressed in simple regular clothes and was currently half-seated on a simple bed, with no quilt except for a rectangular pillow.

The temperature in the room is also just right, so I don't need a quilt.

And in the room...... The existence that attracted Hades the most must be the one who had just handed him the incense burner.

The tall original was sitting in a chair that was slightly smaller for his size.

Mortarian was not armoured, but dressed in a makeshift battle suit, a gray cloak hanging from the ground, a dull moss-green tunic held in dark brown leather bands, and silver-white buckles occasionally embellished on the strips, glittering, breaking the darkness of his body.

The lower body is black trousers, the gray-white leggings tightly hold the remaining folds of the pants, and the heavy gray boots have sharp edges and extremely thick soles.

A slightly exaggerated round silver medallion was adorned on Motarian's belt.

The silver medallion, which was originally perfectly rounded, was upset by six protruding spikes, three on each side of the left and right, and a skull carved into the center of the silver medal.

- Hades is all too familiar with this..... That's the sign of the Death Guard.

Several slender copper-colored chains hung from his shoulders, and the incense burners slowly wafting poisonous gas were fastened to these chains, and one of the chains was missing an incense burner from the clasp of the chain—

This censer is now in Hades' hands.

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Motarian looked at Hades, and there was a hint of amusement and relief on his face that he was rarely without a gas mask,

"It doesn't seem like I'm alone in the air here."

Hades blinked blankly, wait, he just now, he just now, so that pungent smell just now is normal air?!

No!!!!

He doesn't want to be a gas canister uh-ahh

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But now is not the time for Hades to wail, and Hades quickly sorted out the situation.

He and Mortarian were supposed to have been saved by the Emperor, and then he had been transformed into a Death Defender.

And Hades should be in the Death Guard warship by now.

Of course, if nothing else, one thing must be determined first.

Hades straightened his expression, and his face became serious,

"Motarian, what happened to your duel with Nacre?"

A smile bloomed at the corner of Death's mouth,

"I killed it, and after you fell unconscious, that monster didn't beat me because of his previous injuries."

Alas...... Is that so?

Not at the time...... Wait a minute?

Hades remembers it clearly...... He couldn't remember...... Belch...... Seems like this?

Maybe I was unconscious at the time, or maybe my memory was blurred by the modification surgery.

Anyway, in the end, it was Motarian who killed Nacre!

In short, Diess's previous efforts were not in vain.

"Congratulations! You did it, Motarian! ”

Hades couldn't help laughing, but his smile was obviously more exaggerated than the Grim Reaper, and the corners of his mouth were almost up to the sky.

"I'm sorry I passed out at the end, I didn't help too much."

"Nope."

Motarian shook his head slightly,

"If it weren't for the fact that you helped me suppress Nacre's psionic energy for the first time, the battle would have been won or lost...... It's hard to say. ”

Death's eyes were full of gratitude, but in comparison, Hades, who learned the final result, looked very grinning,

"Haha, don't be modest, Motarian, I really didn't help much."

"But what's going on? We're not in Barbaros right now, are we? ”

Hades seemed to be aware of the environment the two of them were in.

Motarian smiled inwardly, compared to Hades's own environment, he would really ask Motarian about the final result of the decisive battle.