Early warning: The story of the two death guards of the book line and the original book Ascension Line, and the story of the war.

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These are dark times, the original body is no more, and mortals are struggling to establish faith in the puppet emperor.

Nothingness, half-dreaming and half-awake, a faint illness enveloped him.

Like a plant, he grows slowly in the dark observation deck garden of the Scythe of Death.

Moss and corpse fluid surrounded him, and without the little ones chirping, he hated their shrill laughter.

Like him, his sons slept, asleep in this never-ending dream, letting the scythe of death carry them into the distance.

The warm lights slowly lit up, the hull shook slightly, and the subspace breeze brushed the scales on his wings.

Motarian reluctantly opened his eyes, screaming as the lantern that imprisoned Nacre's soul flickered above the silence the height of a communication pole.

"Spare me, Motarian! Kill me! Kill me!! ”

His father's wail, which made Motarian feel better, waved his hand, and the glass, covered in cloudy slime, became transparent so that he could see Death's next target.

Spread the kindness of a loving Father to mortals.

And yet, on the other side of the glass, the slowly floating fleet—

[Mortarian's] eyes widened, white slime obscured his vision, Stoic, that's Stoic!

It's still intact. There are no mutilated ones. Immaculate.

A trace of pus spilled from the gap in his breathing mask, and he struggled to breathe with a coughing dying sound, how could it be, how could it be?!

"Attack."

[Motarian] muttered.

"The whole team is hidden, and the communication signal is completely covered,"

O Father! Please let us hide in the midst of death.

"All the fleets immediately gathered around the Scythe of Death, and the Fourth Knight, the Daughter of the Dead, alternately topped the bow of the Scythe of Death."

"[Volks], lead your Silent Leader, and follow me to the front of the warship."

Was this a gift from a loving father? Or is he still in a dream?

Light cruisers on the periphery of the fleet were the first to spot the enemy.

But it was too late, and the triangular cone of fully accelerated ships appeared from the void like a ghost, directly tearing apart the fleet group.

The roar of the plasma engine roared in the universe, the luster of the metal was swallowed by the slime, and the thick but accelerated corrupt flagship suddenly appeared in the radar field of view!

The outermost Death Guard battleship reacted quickly, and countless torpedoes were aimed at the target, bursting into flames, lighting up the starry sky.

The Nova Cannons, which had been deployed on the periphery of the fleet in advance, also ignited a raging rage, tearing the sky apart.

The enemy ship was blasted, debris was scattered, and large pieces of wreckage turned into flaming meteorites, and with it, a sprayed mist-like liquid that had never been heard of directly confused the entire space!

The rapid fire of the Death Guards only destroyed the outermost cruiser of its enemy fleet, and the Fourth Knight, which was in the center of the fleet, continued to accelerate, its extremely sharp bow pointed directly at its target—

Slowly floating, the sidestrings of the Stoic.

[Motarian] stood in the center of the altar, his death robes standing around him, and he felt the stupid and ignorant soul he felt.

Death, please let me be merciful.

Motarian stood in the command room, furious.

Are the cruisers patrolling around the Endurance all decorations?!

The sudden appearance of a special enemy ship, a familiar flagship structure, and a sense of foreboding began to envelop.

The pale green vegetation clinging around the enemy ships, dense with slime

The vision in the illusion reappeared

The enemy's fleet is still accelerating, there is no time -

The highest priority must be the Perseverance,

"Perseverance, turn around, bow to show the enemy."

"The largest void shield, the gravitational field."

It's too late to accelerate.

"The fleet is closed, the Terminal and the Lost Daughter, move to the route of the enemy ship's attack, sinusoidally against the enemy, the maximum power of the void shield, the maximum power of the engine."

"Cruiser, rush to the other side."

Since the opposite side chose to use the idea of abandoning the peripheral ships to ensure the attack, then, in the same way, he could also choose to abandon his ships.

[Motarian] laughed, my old self, are you still using such old methods?

Straight and piercing explosions exploded through the dense fleet, shattering countless hulls, but it also managed to slow down the sharp spear that pierced the heart of the death guards.

And yet—

"Enough distance."

[Motarian] muttered.

Even if there is a disparity in strength, it doesn't matter, plague and sickness, the death guards will choose the master they want to follow.

Psionic energy bursts!

In the empty hall, there was nothing left of the plummeting temperature and frost.

Green and flesh spread like tumors in the corridors of the Stoic's lower cabin.

The lights, one by one, went out, and the last hum echoed through the corridor.

The fog began to fill.

No one is immune.

The mortal crew fell to the ground retching, and then turned into flesh growing in the hallway.

A lamp lit up in the mist, an eerie green through the mist.

He saw it.

With every step, [Motarion] could see that it belonged to him, a different past.

Hades?

Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

A shriveled smile bloomed under the mask.

Do you still think anyone will trust you?

Do you still think you can trust people?

No one really wants to stand next to you, Motarian, you don't deserve to be chosen.

They have all forsaken you except your loving father.

They just crave your power, they just covet your wealth, betrayal is your innate tragedy, and the more you trust, the more painful it is.

[Karathtian], he chewed on the name, but his [Karathion] was no longer called Karathifon, he became Typhons, and after betraying [Mortarion], he received his reward.

After betraying him!

After the sacrifice of him and his legion!

O Motarian!

Even [Callas] will carry you away, what are you expecting!

Weak guys.

It's just a change of betrayer.

He will betray you, I swear.

[Motarian] would catch the next betrayer and let the other himself taste the poison called betrayal.

The bell rang, echoing long in the darkness beneath the Stoic, and the plague descended with him.

Mortarian clenched his grip and silence, the tall primordial standing in the widest hall of the Forbearance, behind him, countless Terra-descendant veterans dressed in their armor.

The area that was blown up in advance to stop the opponent's advance was blazing.

He. See. And that's—

[Future]

The plague-ravaged husk, the cursed swollen white body, slime oozing from the cracks in the power armor, and the weirdly tattered wings sticking out from behind themselves.

That is, himself?

What about yourself after the fall?

Motarian felt his chest tighten, a faint foul smell seemed to fill the air, and the touch of the scythe's silence began to fade.

"Motarian?"

"Motarian, by the way, we can still escape with a light cruiser, right?"

A familiar voice, still a strange proposal, pulled Motarion's thoughts back.

He took a deep breath,

"No, it's fate, I realized that we have a fight."

Dressed in Terminator A, the current death shroud Hades blinked, so is it too late for him to run now?

However, a spurious malice stared at him.

There is still ...... in the back It should be extra, Zhou Chang ()

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