Mortarian strode to the front, the Foundry and the Soulless clearing his way, and Fernus followed him suspiciously, but did not disturb Mortarion's actions.

As he did, the Death Guard blew open the first door, and Motarian stepped straight inside—and he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Not a fantasy?

The thick smell of blood swept over his face, and a thin layer of blood accumulated, and he fell reluctantly from his pale boots as Motarian walked.

The corpses of the humans were falling to the ground.

In the center of the room, the Lord of the Fire Dragons stood sadly with his warhammer, and at his feet was a spirit witch whose neck had been choked.

As soon as the Lord of Death stepped into the room, Vulcan's crew saluted him, and from the reaction of the Woodmen, Motarian judged that Vulcan was not yet ready to punch him in the face.

It's just that...... Motarian glanced at the elven corpse, he could still understand Fernus, but it was ......

Are you mourning the spirits, Vulcan? There is no need to mourn for a corpse for so long, there are many more out there. 】

Fernus let out a disgruntled exclamation behind Motarion, but Motarian ignored him and stared at Vulcan.

Vulcan turned, and the good news was that the Lord of the Fire Dragon had not lost some of his original qualities like Gorgon, and Vulcan's face still maintained a mixture of compassion and guilt that Motarian hated.

A dry tear hung over his swarthy face.

Beneath the gas mask, Motarian let out a muffled sound of disgust.

[I know this spirit, Motarian. 】

[How?] Did it also give you vague prophecies, or were you ...... Valued it? 】

Motarian felt Fernus behind him move in displeasure, but Gorgon didn't speak.

[No ......]

Vulcan said softly,

[She was one of the Dark Spirits who attacked the Nocturnes, and she killed a blacksmith I knew. 】

[Then now that you have your great revenge, what are you crying about? 】

Volcan's aggressive words stunned Volcan, and he subconsciously rubbed his fingers against his face, but he didn't feel the tears except for the sticky sweat stains.

[I...... Not grieving the death of this Eldar, my brother, the humans here have fallen, and when I see them, they are imitating the methods of the Dark Eldar to mistreat him. 】

Vulcan took a deep breath, and he felt the tip of his tongue tremble,

[Human civilization here has been corroded, unimaginable...... Intolerable...... The Elvens here rescued these people from the Dark Eltrites, but instead they absorbed the culture of the Dark Eldarns, and they began to abuse their former abusers. 】

Vulcan took another deep breath, anger burning silently in his chest, and he allowed his resolve to harden.

【This Planet...... An extermination order is required. 】

He had hoped to save humanity from the planet, but now he realized he couldn't do anything about it.

Vulcan waited for the reaction of his brothers - would they refute him, would they mock him?

But he looked up and saw Motarian looking at him with a complicated look in his eyes.

The Lord of Death spoke,

【…… Vulcan, you mean, you think that human civilization on this planet is hopeless, so you want to use an extermination order? 】

Vulcan nodded heavily and slowly, he had to carry these unarmed men to kill.

Ferus, who had been following Motarian, spoke, and after leaving the basilisk's illusion, the Lord of Medusa apparently recovered quickly, perhaps he was simply not remembering it.

【…… Vulcan, you cast too much affection for the local humans, it's not a good thing, your empathy will ruin you and your legions. 】

Vulcan looked back at Fernus, and he said softly,

[No, it shaped us, and I already see that, that's what He wants us to do.] 】

However, while Fernus and Volecan were talking, Mortarian was silent, and the Lord of Death was breathing laboriously under the gas mask, as if wondering why he was here.

Eventually, Motarian interrupted the conversation between the two primitives with a low remark.

[Let's get out first, and then cast that damn extermination order - no, Vulcan, don't look at me like that, I didn't agree to your extermination order because of the savages here.] 】

The Lord of Death was the first to leave, and before he walked out of the door, Vulcan could clearly hear Motarian whispering a curse.

He didn't understand what he was swearing, the Barbaros language that Motarian was scolding.

But he must have been scolding dirty.

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【Fire Forge Number】

The Salamander's Queen of Glory is a large blacksmith shop, with blazing furnaces everywhere, and the salamanders seem to treat the furnace and steel as some kind of decorative sticker that can be attached anywhere.

The Lord of Death leaned lazily on the large couch, the scythe casually placed next to the armrest, and in front of him was a small, decorative fire, the flames crackling.

The Death Guard's ships hovered near the Salamander's ship, and if necessary, Motarian could order them to attack immediately - which is why Motarian was at ease with the Salamander at the moment.

It is also possible that Mortarian did not think that an empathetic person like Vulcan would suddenly go mad or degenerate.

…… He's too ...... Kind, kind to ignorance.

Mortarian leaned back on the couch, and he waited with satisfaction and a little speechlessness, as if he had sensed the whirlwind torpedo being loaded through the trembling of the sole deck of his feet.

Fernus walked around a little anxiously and uneasily, his movements restrained, but still unable to hide his uneasiness.

Motarian glanced at Fernus, who was able to understand Fernus's performance than the Lord of Death.

Even after five standard Terras, Motarian couldn't understand Vulcan's train of thought.

[Sit down and talk? 】

Fernus stopped his walk, he took a deep look at Motarion, Vulcan went to command the deployment of the extermination order, and the Lord of the Fire Dragon asked himself to personally participate and remember this necessary sin.

[Here?] 】

Motarian senselessly hid his gaze in the shadow of his hood,

[There was no one else, or eavesdropping equipment, and I asked Vulcan for a room to talk to alone, and our "kind" brother really had one for us—he didn't even take it to heart. 】

Fernus glanced at Motarian, and then he began to look around the room, and Motarian was sure he would come to the same conclusion.

And Fernus was more familiar with these metalwork than he was.

Eventually, Fernus was silent for a moment, and then sat down across from Motarian.

His knife-like gaze was hidden in the depths of his eyes.

You don't look surprised at all. 】

Motarian looked at him,

[That's just an illusion, its purpose is to arouse your innermost emotions and make you lose your mind.] 】

The corners of Fenus's mouth curled into a straight line, and he remembered the two spirits...... They...... Don't behave like you're malicious.

[I reserve my opinion, my brother, and what do you see in the vision? 】

Motarian looked away from him, and he said vaguely,

[Almost, the best friend dies, and the heir falls...... That's it, they can't think of anything more distinctive. 】

Fernus asked,

[Are you completely indifferent to this, Motarian? 】

Motarian sneered,

[Ask yourself, Fenus, why did you react so much?] 】

The corners of Fenus's mouth twitched slightly,

[I don't think it's a mere illusion, it's so real, so real that my senses think I'm not deceived.] 】

With these words, the Lord of Death, who was reclining on the couch, sat up straight, and Motarian leaned forward, his hands clasped on the armrests, and his hooded eyes lit up with curiosity.

[Fenus, if you insist on this...... Suppose all this is true, according to your reasoning. So, what do you do? 】

I mean, my brother, if ...... Your dear friend Fogen has truly fallen. 】

"Bang!"

The metal clashed as Mortarian held his scythe and sparks lit up between the scythe and Fenus' hand, and Fernus left his seat, still looking like he hadn't given up on punching Mortarian.

[Reason, my brother. 】

Mortarian still maintained a sarcastic tone, but his voice trembled, and it took a lot of strength to confront Fernus.

Fernus across from him stared straight at him, his iron-gray eyes full of anger, like a beast from his homeland, so angry, so impulsive.

[Motarian, I warn you one last time, and you are not allowed to speak of this again, neither in front of me nor in front of others. 】

He looked at Motarian, and to his surprise, Motarian chuckled under his breath, and he seemed pleased with Finus's attack on him, even though the laughter made his scythe that blocked Fernus tremble.

[You want to silence me, so what are you willing to pay me?] 】

Fernus jerked his hand back, causing Motarian to stash forward, but the Lord of Death quickly regained his balance, and he still sat there, looking at Fernus with interest, who was standing awkwardly because of the gaffe.

The Lord of Medusa spoke coldly,

Is this what you want to do, Motarian? What do you want to take from me after taunting me? 】

To his surprise, Motarian put away his smile, and the Lord of Death stared gloomily at him.

[No...... I was just...... A sad familiarity with your present condition, a sad familiarity, Fenus. 】

【What do I want......】

Motarian whispered,

[I want to hear what you think about this—what would you do if it was true?] 】

Motarian stared at Fernus as he thought of himself.

Fenus stared cautiously and angrily at Motarian, who looked back at him calmly, the lake in his eyes unwavering, as if to vouch for his words.

So Fernus carefully sat back in his seat, his head bowed in annoyance, but he was not annoyed by his reckless act.

[If you follow my train of thought, the future is really so ridiculous......]

Fernus gasped, and the face of the basilisk reappeared before him, a face similar to that of his best friend, but with an air of blasphemy and depravity, and desire wrapped around the serpent's body like a light veil, and the monster teased him, telling him stories that only the two of them knew.

…… Fogen is supposed to be noble, and Fogen himself can hardly tolerate blasphemy and frivolity.

If there really is such a day, Fogen himself will be the first to feel that life is worse than death.

As his best friend, Ferus would choose to cut off his pain himself, even if it would lead him to hell himself.

Then I'll do what I did to him before - that's it, that's all. 】

The two were silent.

After a long time, Motarian spoke slowly,

[Very good enlightenment. 】

Fernus scoffed,

[If you hadn't bumpered with the truth, what qualifications would you have to judge me? 】

Motarian stared at him, his hood pulled back, his eyes like those of a robot, unblinking.

[Of course I have...... My brother, because I made the same choice as you. 】

Fenus froze suddenly,

What have you seen, Motarian? 】

Motarian looked at him calmly,

[The illusion is not worth mentioning. 】

[Do you really believe it's an illusion?] 】

[Who knows. 】

Motarian said, as he reverted to his original languid form, winking at Fernus.

[Yes or no, it doesn't matter, but it does expand the boundaries of our imagination and tells us that there is something possible in this world.] 】

Fernus tried to continue questioning Motarian, but the door slammed open, and Vulcan was standing there.

Vulcan looked at the two primordials looking at him, Fernus staring at him with some surprise and annoyance, and Motarian with a nonchalant expression.

[Sorry, you two...... Should I knock on the door first? 】

Fernus made an exasperated voice, and Motarian said lightly, whatever you want.

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