Motarian woke up in a fainting pang of despair.

No surprises.

Mortarian thought numbly as he sat up from among the rubble, rubble falling from him.

In his blurred vision, he saw a huge, vibrant forest, and he was in a clearing in the middle of a dense forest, and he saw the flying presence in the forest.

But the good news is that none of them will survive for the time being.

Motarian urgently checked his current status.

Wet blood ran down his forehead, and he felt a slight feeling of suffocation, and the gas mask Motarian was wearing was useless when it was hit by the fragments of the phosphorus firebomb.

Unable to repair it, the Lord of Death decisively took off the gas mask, and the sharp fragment that pierced through the mask even pierced his face, and a clearly visible blood streak passed through the corner of his mouth.

He took off his mask, and the strong stench immediately hit his nose.

Motarian took out the bandage, pulled a few bottles from the unbroken jar at his waist, poured it onto the bandage, and wrapped the bandage around his mouth and nose.

It had only been a few seconds since he had taken off his mask and re-protected it, but the stench had already given Motarian an abnormal sheen from the wound on his mouth.

Motarian only hoped that the wound would not grow worms - it meant that he would have to be exposed to poison gas to deal with the wound again.

His gaze had regained as he gripped his scythe, and Motarian looked down to see himself in a cracked altar.

The pitch-black altar cracked open and pus flowed out, and seven corpses collapsed on the altar, with rubble from the Maculag Hospital scattered on it.

This is clearly not a makurag.

Motarian thought, and this was a teleportation circle.

He was teleported to a ghost place, and Motarian sincerely hoped that it wouldn't be a subspace—it shouldn't, because the Veil hadn't been so weak at the time.

So...... From the outset, the enemy's plan was to teleport him away from his death guards.

Instead of attacking Maculag.

The enemy's target is him.

Motarian was tempted to take a deep breath to suppress his tumbling emotions, but his instincts stopped him, and the habit he had developed on Barbaros had taught him not to breathe as much as possible.

His breathing was shallow and slow, like a man in a near-death coma.

There was a sound in the woods, and the damp rain fluttered,

Mortarian gripped his scythe tightly, the blade flashing with cold light, and he stared at the end, bowing slightly, ready to harvest.

Motarian swore that it was the most profane existence he had ever seen, the one that disgusted him the most.

The bloated body slowly walked out, and the whole body showed the appearance of a giant who had been soaked in water for a long time, its skin was a faint rotten green, and its abdomen had a large mouth large enough to swallow three mortals, and the rotten yellow teeth were pooping out.

The Generous, Father Rotiguez Rain.

It bowed comically, as if it wanted to respect Motarian,

"We look forward to your return,"

"It's all for you, and you can enjoy it at any time,"

"You—"

Light smoke rose from the pistol in Mortarian's hand, and the Lord of Death looked at Father Rain with a bloody flower blooming on his stomach with a blank expression.

Motarian pondered whether he should come forward and fight him, or wait and see, even if he had a monstrous hatred and war,

But the thought of fighting a lump of vomit that could explode at any moment slowed Motarian's movements.

"Okay,"

Father Rain finally gave up on its seven-word opening, and the gap in the demon's stomach quickly turned back, and in an instant, he didn't look injured.

"You should return to the family that loves you, Motarian."

The Great Demon said sadly, and even squeezed out two pus tears from its small mung bean-sized eyes.

The devil's greasy words licked him, and Motarian felt his goosebumps rise, what was that bastard talking about? Motarian couldn't understand a word.

"Everyone in the garden misses you, you would have been a good boy for Him—it's not too late to come back."

Father Rain said slowly, he didn't like these words, it should have been said by Kugas, the father of pestilence, who had a good relationship with Motarian, and Father Rain favored Callas.

But now...... Callas, whom it had personally given wings, had gone off course, and the plague father ......

Father Yu shuddered without a trace, and the fat on its body swayed in circles.

It doesn't know if any of the unlucky ones are still "alive", and the plague father may have been-

Even just thinking about it, Father Rain felt a chill, ridiculous, ridiculous, when would the concept of [death] below the demon?

It's dead!

In that monster's realm, it's dead!

And this is not the [death] of a loving father, it can't be called—

Even if the Rain Father's consciousness is stopped, it should not think too much about it, and the Father of Plague will reappear—the Father will reunite the concept of the Plague and give it a new life.

And now, the concepts of Plague and Disease are temporarily vacant, and they can use it through nearby concepts, but do not own it.

Some of the concepts that the Father had originally held were also vacant.

The Father was reuniting them, which led to a loss of His energy, and He looked at only one.

His favorite child, Mortarian.

Father Rain realizes that he is still talking to him, and he squeezes a smile into his face, trying to convince Motarian that this is a warm and harmonious family.

Motarian stared silently at Father Rain, believing that no matter how he fought, the demon's bodily fluids would splash on him.

And with the armor slightly torn, this is the last thing Motarian wants to see.

Motarian was silent, he felt the scars tickle at the corners of his mouth, now he was isolated on an entire enemy planet.

First of all, he could not surrender, and surrender meant being corrupted, meaning the end seen that day.

Secondly, he cannot die, and death means surrender, and the soul is imprisoned in this subspace, becoming a permanent slave to the enemy.

Finally, he has to resist his enemies and hurt them as much as he can, while satisfying the first two points.

Motarian was a pessimist, and he didn't think anyone would come to his rescue at this moment, neither Angelon nor Killiman were the ones who could solve such a situation.

And the Empire's true anti-psionic expert...... Motarian smiled wryly without a trace.

He could probably think of what Hades was up against in the end—but Hades was still alive, otherwise Hades wouldn't—

[Never,]

The hoarse voice of the Lord of Death rang out, slightly, almost silent,

In the name of Hades, I will be loyal to mankind. 】

Respond to him.

Motarian was pleased to see the demon let out an astonishing scream,

But then—

"That monster! It's dead! He's dead! Humanity is long gone! ”

Father Rain's bloated body instantly turned into a puddle of pus, soaking into the soil, and as Father Rain disappeared, the extremely smelly raindrops dripped down.

Motarian heard the sound of corrosion on his armor.

He's dead?

Maybe he should have realized it a long time ago, so why should he deceive himself? Motarian thought that he saw the figures of the Space Marines appear in the forest, bloated and slow.

He's dead?

Motarian asked himself, then why was he still able to gain strength through prayer?

It might be a lie, Motarian thought, but even if it were true, he could not hesitate at the moment to be shaken by the words of his enemies. ‘

He hadn't seen Hades' body yet...... Is he really dead? Or...... Hades could see his body.

The rain suddenly began to rain heavily, and the bean-sized drops hit Motarion's hood, corroding the cloth in an instant, and the irritating droplets of water streaked across his face, and Motarian heard the sound of flesh being corroded.

The anti-gas bandage that had just been made improvised was instantly wiped out.

Motarian breathed, and the defenses in his body began to work, overloaded as if to mourn.

He was now alone, on a planet prepared for him by the enemy, and his armor and mask were vulnerable.

The poison gas now is far more ferocious than that on Barbaros back then.

Motarian gasped, he gasped, a deep, deep sense of despair creeping up his heart, gnawing at flesh like maggots.

No...... No, no, no, no...... It occurred to Motarian that the enemy had already begun to attack him...... He couldn't be fooled.

…… Even if he ends up on the worst branch, he has to struggle as hard as he can before he falls.

Maybe Hades is probably dead,

Motarian thought,

But he can't die yet,

Motarian can't die yet, he can't surrender yet, he can't fall, he must stand here,

If he fails, it is disrespectful to the path he has already traveled and the people he has met.

He couldn't do that.

It's disrespectful to an old friend, it's a mockery of all his previous efforts.

This is...... This is wrong.

So, Motarian began to pray, and he raised his scythe at the space marines who made him feel like he was shattering when he looked at them.

Murky raindrops streaked across his face,

He will comfort the old with the souls of his enemies.

Even if the cost will be......

Motarian shuddered, and he remembered the phantom he had seen on that Spirit Race planet.

But he was determined to do it all.

No, yes!

(End of chapter)