The flames of war are gradually extinguished, the embers are gone, and no matter how cruel the fighting of the past is, it is just like the cicadas in summer, but it is just a thing of the past.

Dimmy, quiet, dry.

Angelon's will was slowly rising.

He smelled the rust running out, the pungent fragrance of alcohol, and the hazy and trance-like circle of light floated in front of him.

Vaguely, he remembered the depths of his memory, the images he had seen earlier.

What did he see?

Rarely, Angron began to reminisce about his memories with such peace that the Lord of the Red Sands was not even aware of his rare state.

He first remembered blood, gladiatorial arenas, anger and shouts.

Then there was a blinding golden light, which was hotter and more painful than the strongest plasma beam.

Angelon felt himself fall in an endless stream of light, the ocean of light was not still, he heard hoarse supplications, low sobbing supplications, casual disdain, commands, requests, doubts, determinations.

Those mouths open and close, together outlining an image.

Angron squinted, he watched as thousands of people opened and closed their mouths, and that mouth shape was ......

Emperor?

Angelon's eyes snapped open, and the dimly lit ceiling was staring at him.

He felt the pain of exhaustion, his body seemed to no longer belong to him, his muscles trembled nervously, his heart pounded violently, but it felt like he wasn't pumping much blood at all, and he didn't even control his body in the first place.

Angelon sensed something was wrong.

Unable to move at the moment, Angelon's eyes cautiously shifted to examine the world, and he heard the sound of slight breathing, mixed with snoring, the sound of light footsteps in the distance, and the small ticking of the instrument.

These voices inexplicably reassured him, but no, it wasn't the thing—

Nail?!

The Lord of the Red Sands' breath stalled for a moment, and Angron felt the top of his head in disbelief, he could feel the blasphemous artifacts crawling over his head, but they had clearly lost their lives.

Butcher's Spike...... Stopped?

Anglon shuddered, and great joy hit him, and he thought about it in hindsight...... So what he is feeling the emotion now is......

Be...... Is it calm?

Anglon had never experienced such emotions, but at this moment, the son of the mountain was firmly convinced of the fact that a great, indescribable peace and peace were hanging over him.

It turns out that the feeling of breathing quietly is calm.

Angron remembered that he seemed to be on the battlefield before, and that it might not be appropriate for him to lie here doing nothing, but he was really, so attached to the feeling, that Angelon suspected that he was dead, or that it was his hallucination, but either way, the giant now cherished the hard-won peace.

Angelon allowed himself a moment of indulgence.

He stared contentedly at the ceiling, then slowly, carefully closing his eyes, feeling the calm of the moment, which should be the birthright of all people.

Angron lay here, he breathed evenly and gently.

He felt good.

Gradually, Angelon felt another strange sensation rush over him, and Nusaria's god of war was now cautious and even cowardly to perceive this emotion—he was afraid that it was all an illusion.

His will touched the sensations, and Angron's instincts told him that this emotion was called sleepiness.

Even though his muscles were still spasming slightly, even though his body was hyperthermic from extreme anemia, even though he hadn't eaten anything seriously in years, his body was extremely malnourished.

But Angron was content to lie down in the cradle of sleepiness, like a great dry den covered with the fluff of the wild beasts of Nosharia, without blood, without a head, without the piercing and irritating shouts of the arena, and he lay in it, alone, and let his consciousness fade away.

The darkness remains.

……

Angelon opened his eyes calmly, and it took him a full second to celebrate in his consciousness that he was still calm.

There was still a slight breathing in his ears.

Angelon calmly tried to get himself up, but he failed, which normally made Angron feel irrepressible anger, but now Angelon was surprised to find that he was not angry about it.

So Angelon tried differently, he twisted his head to the other side, and he succeeded, and Angelon saw the source of the breathing.

As Hades collapsed unconscious in a chair beside his bed, blood drying from his armor, his head hanging from the back of the chair and his nose facing the sky, Angelon saw faint mucus bubbles fall with Hades' breathing.

The image made Angron want to laugh, if he had the strength, Angron would definitely laugh and pat Hades on the shoulder, but now his nose was sore, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In the shaking sight, Angron first saw the bubble on Hades's nose burst, Hades jumped up like a fly, he rushed to Angron to check the situation with sleepy eyes, and then breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that there was no problem.

Hades didn't even realize that Angron was awake, and he mechanically wiped away the blood for Angron as he fell back onto the chair, seemingly closing his eyes again.

[Hades? 】

Angelon let out a tentative cry, and he saw Hades snap his eyes open and stand firm, and then Hades shook his head wildly.

"Angron?! Are you awake? ”

Even in surprise, Hades lowered his voice, and for a moment Angron breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his mind didn't want to hear a high-pitched voice.

Angelon smiled weakly, proving that he was awake.

[What's going on now, Hades? Did you shove those alien metal bump heads into the ground? 】

Angelon couldn't imagine that his voice was so weak.

Seeing that he was awake, Hades instantly came to his senses, Hades waved his fist into the air and grinned,

"Thank you to the Emperor, the Mechanics, and the World Eaters for kicking these scum back into the trash."

Angelon tried to laugh, but he only let his lungs gasp for breath, and Hades waved his hand to stop him.

For a moment, Angron was sure he saw Hades glancing seriously and pretentiously in the direction of the door, but when he turned around, Hades regained a rather relaxed and sunny smile.

"At least now we can rest for a while,"

Hades shrugged indifferently,

"Leave that alone, Angelon, you need to rest, the longer the better, you don't want to sleep any longer?"

Angelon shook his head, he had already slept, it felt so good.

[I'm not sleepy now. 】

This, he said, made Hades blink in surprise,

"I'm not sleepy—you're in stable physical condition now, and it stands to reason that you should—"

Hades said as he checked the instrument next to Anglon's bed again, and helped Angron sit up by the way.

"I see!"

Hades said,

"You must be hungry, Angelon, you haven't eaten anything serious in at least three years, I'll send them some quickly."

"It's time to let the World Eaters know you're awake."

Angelon opened his mouth, and in his heart, he wished he could be quiet for a moment, if the World Eaters came in, it meant that he would suffer more violent emotions.

But as if he knew what he was thinking, Hades said to himself,

"Angelon, I'm going to keep Karn and the others from coming in, I'm afraid they're too excited and it's not good for you to recuperate."

Hades snapped his fingers, and a moment later, the door opened, and a servant walked in with a dining cart.

Hades sniffed,

"Didn't expect the World Eater to prepare this? But it's for you, Angelon. ”

Anglon watched as Hades deftly opened the tray that covered the food, and then he saw the trembling cream, the strawberries shimmering with honey at the tips, and the aroma of the grain being fermented and roasted.

Angelon wondered, dessert was never in the recipe of the Lord of the Red Sands.

But Hades, who was extremely excited, answered his confusion,

"Maybe they think that meat is not suitable for the sick, and cream bread and fruit can also quickly replenish energy, which one do you eat, Angelon, I will help you get it?" You don't mind if I eat some, do you? ”

Angelon spoke, he felt hungry, and in the calm, hunger became clearer,

[Whatever you want, just give me the biggest piece.] 】

Hades smiled slyly and handed Anglon a glass of water before reluctantly helping him get the dessert.

Angelon devoured it, the bread crust in his mouth was dense and thick, sliding down his throat with ease, they were sweet, very sweet, but not as disgusting as the bloody sweetness.

Hades also eats quickly, and Angelon originally thought that this human-looking guy couldn't take him from gobbling him up, but then the original body found out that he was wrong, and like someone who cut off more heads, they began to fight for pastries.

Hades performed for him to eat a bunch of grapes in three seconds, and if Angron wasn't wrestling with a pie stuffed with crushed nuts, Angelon would have applauded.

The eventual winner was Angron, and the son of the mountain used his wits to instruct Hades to help him fetch food further away, which succeeded in slowing Hades down.

They gobbled up the first table, then Hades ordered the servants to push two more tables in, and they concocted the second table in the same way. Then when the third table of enemies was torn apart, they began to make small talk unhurriedly.

However, Anglon, who didn't have any radio wave sensors on his body, was afraid that he wouldn't know that Hades had been using binary radio waves to command the legion since he woke up, and he only knew that Hades was bored eating and blowing water with him.

During the time when Angelon had just gained peace, they carefully avoided something, as they both knew that in the years to come, Angelon would have time to deal with these things.

The initial topic was fantastic, they started with the topic of why strawberries are sour than blueberries, and Angelon tried to answer it with his poor knowledge of chemistry, while Hades thought that red was played with by blue and became jealous, so it was sour.

Angelon didn't understand what Hades was talking about, but it was okay because he was talking nonsense, his mind was half asleep, and sometimes Angelon found that what he said was different from what he thought.

Hades' explanation for this is that Angron has to adapt his brain to the current state.

After Anglon's brain gradually cleared up, the topic began to inevitably gradually move closer to seriousness, and Angron asked Hades about his butcher's nail, and Hades's reply was quite simple,

Hades put down a chocolate chip cookie in his hand and said solemnly that he might be more convincing if he wiped the cream off his mouth.

"The nails have completely stopped, and they won't be as deep as they are."

Hades said solemnly,

"Originally...... You can't survive this depth, but you may ...... Your father, the Emperor, has protected you. ”

Angelon spoke, his voice hoarse,

What did he do to me? 】

Hades waved his hand,

"Don't ask me, I'm a psionic Muggle, you'll have to ask him about it yourself."

Angelon didn't ask what Muggles meant, he understood Hades's words through Hades' tone, he opened his mouth, questioning the stuck in his throat, and Angelon suddenly remembered that his throat seemed to have been stuck with something more than cake.

[So what should I do with these nails next?] 】

Hades looked at Angron,

"A large part of your brain and spinal cord have been replaced by nails, so you can't pull it out directly, and if you pull it out directly......"

Hades shook his head,

"Then the rest of your brain tissue will be dangling around in your skull like a broken egg yolk."

So I'm going to carry them all the time? 】

The loss that Angron himself could not even perceive stained his words,

"Not necessarily, you should trust your original physique, Angelon."

Hades said hesitantly,

"I prefer to remove the nail slowly — like move a millimeter first, and then let's see if your brain tissue can grow on its own and fill in the gap."

But Hades quickly added the next few sentences,

"Now that the nails are useless, maybe you can try the psionic method, but I can't answer that...... Or ......"

Hades blinked,

"I know someone who is a good student in the life sciences, and he may have studied brain growth."

Hades said as he tapped his finger on the left half of his metal head,

"It's a pity I've got this big piece of iron on it, but it's not bad - wait, Angelon, or I'll try-"

[Nope.] 】

Angron cleanly rejected Hades, meaning he lost a chance to see what messages Hades was sending on the airwaves.

3.8k。 Not today, yes!

(End of chapter)