A dark red light filled the entire organic disinfection room, and a sharp warning sounded—

Hades expertly closed his eyes.

A special disinfectant sprayed out from this small space, washing Hades's skin, and even the transformed body of the Space Marines felt a tingling pain in the high-intensity washing at this moment.

This is the fifth time that it has been disinfected, and the pharmacist has specially prepared potions for Hades and Fernando.

Hades was standing in a small single room, one of which was made of glass, so that outside pharmacists could observe the situation.

The pharmacists were currently in the observation room, their eyes glowing as they stared at Hades for disinfection.

I'm not embarrassed, I'm not embarrassed.

Hades meditated in his mind.

Then came the ultraviolet disinfection, the violet light shining violently, and Hades felt like his only remaining right eye was going blind.

However, the torture was not over, and the pharmacist, dressed in a full hermetic suit, came in carrying the canister of the medicine.

Although Hades and Fernando have been in the closed circulation system of Power Armor, it is necessary to disinfect their respiratory systems exposed to air for the sake of caution.

The pharmacist Leo took out two nasal lavage tubes and stared at Hades with a cold gaze.

I resigned myself to my fate.

Next, it's torture time.

Hades, who had been sanitized and tortured for half his life, collapsed on the interrogation chair with a helpless face, white light was dazzling from above the room, and Hades was directly soaked in disinfectant water to whiten his skin a shade, and now it is even more dazzling.

This made Hades look a lot like a whitened corpse.

The heavy iron door opened, and Motarian bowed his head and entered through the house.

Hades immediately bounced up from his chair, sat upright, put his mind right, actively admitted his mistakes, and became a new person.

Motarian was not dressed in power armor, and his simple combat daily clothes were tamely attached to his thin figure.

At his waist, the alien pistol "Dark Lamp" was sleeping quietly.

Motarian walked over in silence and pulled the chair across from Hades.

"Thorn-"

The shrill dragging echoed through the empty room, as if deliberately, and Motarian prolonged the process and opened up the interrogation of Hades.

The original body sits, sitting in a rather casual position, like a superior person, waiting for the confession of the person being tried.

"It stinks."

Motarian frowned.

Hades's anger came up in a flash, I stink?! The first sentence you said when you came up thought I stink? Which of us stinks more, you don't have the bottom in your heart?

But Hades wilted on his own again in an instant, well, he actually felt a faint smell on his body.

You're right, ah, yes, yes.

Hades swallowed.

"That. Motarian, you know I was treated aboard the Imperial Dream. ”

I'm sorry, Emperor, it's up to you.

Motarian snorted, even if it was a default.

"Then, my physique is also different from normal people, right, I'm a special untouchable."

Motarian snorted again,

"So. In my occasional waking hours, the silent nuns, made up of untouchable people, told me something. ”

"Tell?"

"Write it down."

Hades, who had already anticipated the details of Motarian's correction, quickly replied.

The original body crossed its arms and stopped talking.

His father did send Sister Silence to send weapons to Hades.

"So. I learned that there are living things in the subspace. ”

Motarian, who was opposite Hades, frowned, but did not interrupt him, Hades hurriedly took the opportunity to say,

"These subspace creatures rely on our emotions to gain power, and the more intense the emotions, the easier it is to gain their affection."

"Among them, due to the different emotions of physical creatures, these subspace creatures are also roughly divided into different species."

"You'd better know what you're talking about."

Hades blinked,

"These are just my reasoning through Sister Silence, contact with think tanks, and my own reading and practice, there must be omissions, so I want you to help me reason."

Motarian snorted again.

Don't hum, big brother!

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Crit!

"Because I'm not sure if these are true, but it wasn't until today, when I saw the demon, uh, a subspace creature with my own eyes, that I confirmed the credibility of this information."

"I can't bother you with news I'm not sure about, can I?"

Motarian snorted.

Hades spoke again,

"Today. The demon we meet, the race can be divided into-"

"Nurgle."

The last syllable landed, and Motarian's figure opposite Hades trembled!

The great garden was thriving, the wonderful smell of decay wafted through the tip of his nose, and he lay lazily beside the soft marshland, and the plague toad praised his father from time to time.

The wings were a little itchy, probably the scales had been wiped out by those mischievous Nurgle.

He doesn't like the little bugs that keep screaming.

Motari thought to himself, and he rolled over, ready to shake his wings and shake the Nurgle off top.

Well?

Wait, wings?!

A blinding white light suddenly shone on him.

Motarian's face turned pale, heavy breathing sounded from under the gas mask, and a scorching burning sensation came from his hands, repelling the illusion just now, and he looked up—

"Motarian, are you alright?!"

Hades took his hand, and his chair fell to the ground, apparently frightened as well.

Motarian took a deep breath and looked at Hades again,

"Hades, Nurgle, what is it?"

Vicious words burned his vocal cords.

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