Perseverance.

The vast universe flows, and the Galaspar system is smoothly following its trajectory, and the fluctuations of psionic energy begin to surge.

The command that Hades had asked to be sent, with the whispering of the Star Whisperer, flashes of psionic lightning sent to distant Barbarus.

Motarian turned and looked at Hades in silence,

Hades demanded that Barbarus's conscription be put on hold immediately, and that Callas be on standby.

"I see that you have always been hostile to Callas."

"Why?"

Hades choked up, and after a while, he spoke slowly,

"Do you remember that prophecy, Death?"

"I'm better than you. See more. ”

"I see that Karastiphon is the first fallen Death Guard."

Motarian was silent for a moment, and his hoarse voice sounded again,

"But in that prophecy, we will all be more than him."

Hades took a deep breath,

"I'm sorry, I know this may seem like an inexplicable target, but now, I do need to go to Barbaros to check things out."

Motarian paused, and he began to recall, details of the past coming back to his mind clearly.

In the beginning, Hades and Callas didn't get along that well.

Motarian just thought that the two of them were freaks on the other side, and didn't think much of it.

But if it seems now, Hades's attitude towards Kalas was more disgusting than disgust. More like vigilance?

However, they did have a good time together, just as a new base was established and everything was still thriving.

At that time, they were still convinced of the fact that Barbaros was destined to be liberated, and that they had no idea that there was such a bloated and large human empire.

Later, it was Hades who went south alone because of his physique, and Kalas also went south to lead the army after that.

After that, it was life in the legion, and because of the management model of the legion, the three gradually parted ways.

Although Karastiphon had initially come to him, he had no personal contact since the farce of the duel cage

Mortarian began to carefully recall and compare the last images of his memory, and came to him to ask for Typhon to return to Barbarus to recruit soldiers.

Karas, who was no different from his memory, found nothing out of the ordinary.

Motarian frowned,

"Then if Kalas is okay, how should you explain it to him then?"

"I'll apologize."

Hades stared at the map marked with the shipping lanes, and a hoarse, heavy voice rang out.

He also hoped that he was overly nervous.

Barbarus.

Right now.

The yellow sky swept past a goshawk, a single figure, flapping its wings and hissing, and disappeared straight into the rolling poisonous clouds.

Heavy clouds were pressing down on large swaths of wasteland farmland, and the air was filled with the smell of sour yellow water vapor as a rainstorm was approaching.

The people had returned to their settlements to take shelter from the rain, and a figure was on the gloomy earth.

Karastiphon walked slowly on the ridges, his scythe hanging and ploughing a deep straight furrow in the loose earth.

Originally, he was still actively preparing for the enlistment of new recruits, and Raton went to negotiate with the biological sage in charge of the genetic seeds on the Star Ring, while Kalas chose to return to the human gathering place on Barbaros to recruit new soldiers.

But as if something had happened, the existence that was supposed to be gone was still alive, and in the boiling sound of swampy mud, the plan was shelved and terminated.

So here he was, far away from everyone, and slowly moving towards the highest mountain in Barbaros.

Upward, above the highest peaks, into the thickest mist, beneath the skin, flesh and blood surged.

In the distance behind him, there was a small commotion, but it quickly calmed down.

A buzzing ringing ringing in my ears.

+ You're still back, my son.+

Karastiphon gritted his teeth and hurried, his already clear mind once again in the mire.

+ You should know that you are an outlier after all, so why do you force yourself to find identity among those who have expelled you? ＋

+ Accept the power from the High Heavens and trample the weak humans under your feet! ＋

"My mother is human."

"Shut up, monster."

A shrill and bitter laugh pierced Callas's patience.

+ Oh – that poor human woman, if she hadn't grown stronger, I would have chosen someone else's. ＋

+ But it seems that the monster born is destined to fail. ＋

+ Look at it, you thought it was the same kind of Motarian, you thought it was also a pet of the lords, and it turned out to be real gold. ＋

+ It's just you, an alien and a human product, a nondescript monster. ＋

+ Nobody ever cared about you, you're just a clown who keeps yelling "come and see me". ＋

+ Weak, your original sin is weakness! ＋

The cacophony grew faster and faster, the clouds fell to the ground, and a thick fog fell.

There was a click, and the sound was gone.

A figure slowly appeared in the mist, and Kalas staggered.

"Mom?"

He said.

The short, rickety woman stood in the room, smiling at him, and Kalas realized how short her mother was.

He walked over and sat down, his mother gently stroking his power armor, and she was still like that, as she had been in the first memory of holding him to avoid the villagers.

+ Grown so big. ＋

She said.

He smiled, Karastiphon was not dead, not corrupted by the ubiquitous poisonous gas, not stoned to death by angry villagers, not devoured by his alien father.

Callas is still alive, he wins.

+ What's wrong? Not happy? ＋

She looked at him, a green glimmer in her cloudy, dull pale green eyes.

"I'm fine, I'm here to recruit in Barbarus, and I've become a small administrator of a legion."

+ Someone hates you? ＋

Kalas shook his head dumbly, but weakly.

"Nope."

"It's just. Just because of something,"

+ Tell me about it? ＋

The rickety and tired mother also sat down, and Kalas seemed to be back to the twilight when he was chased by the villagers.

They sat silently on the edge of the poisonous mist, shivering with panic and cold.

For fear of being discovered, the firewood was not lit, and a few black branches were left alone on the ground.

"I had some unpleasant trouble with my friends."

"Originally. It was fine, but something happened. ”

Mother looked at him patiently,

+ It's a good thing that Kalas has made friends. ＋

+ Where there are people, there will be disagreements, even friends. ＋

She placed her withered, thin hand on Callas's hand, which had been surgically shaped to resemble the palm of a giant's hand.

+ If there is too much disagreement, let us speak to our friends about His doctrine. ＋

He?

+ The cycle of life and death hesitates, despair and greed melt into residual thoughts, entropy accumulation and destruction and stagnation. ＋

+ All men are suffering, but He is merciful. ＋

+ Mom knows she can't keep up with you,+

Her pale green eyes looked at him tenderly.

+ If only you could be in the bosom of His mercy, you would not be afraid of anything, even destruction. ＋

+ And I think your friends will also choose a benevolent monarch. ＋

+ He will forgive you for your previous mistakes, and you will not have to be in such a hurry. +

Pale green eyes stagnate benevolence and love.

He reached out and took his mother's hand.

His mother looked at him tenderly.

The fat white maggots in the eye sockets surged, and pus flowed.

"I have to go."

Kalas looked at the light green eyes and said to himself,

"Indeed, I need to make my two friends realize their mistake now."

The figure in front of him turned into a puddle of thick water with his epiphany, but Kalas didn't seem to notice this, he lifted his scythe and continued on his way.

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