Kalas Typhon swallowed uneasily, his sharp instincts telling him that the old man in front of him, wearing a hazmat suit and even a similarly colored garbage bag on his scepter, was not something he could deal with.

It was a wizard.

"Stay calm,"

Macardo said that he stood beside the fearless, holding his scepter against Typhon's "waist."

"I don't care about your past, the past is in the past, it's something inside your death guard, I don't care."

Makado muttered to himself, and he began to divinate again,

"If you want to save Motarian and want him not to fall into the abyss - then you'd better cooperate with me."

"Wait—"

Callas said he felt a little dizzy,

"Falling into the abyss...... I don't understand...... No... No...... Motarian fell into the abyss? ”

When he said these words, he felt a chill in his blood.

Karastiphon had entered a corner of the garden, he knew what was buried there, and when he became conscious, Callas remembered the past and even wanted to kill himself in disgust, but the long sleep of Fearless saved his life.

Now, Motarian wants to ......

Callas's thoughts, at the moment when they were about to touch this idea, had already receded in a way he could not imagine nor accept.

He hoped it was a misunderstanding and a lie, but the old man wielding the scepter made him realize that it wasn't a dream, it was a fact.

"Wait...... Where did Hades go? ”

Kalas asked hurriedly,

"He's terrifying to those creatures, and he should be saved—"

"Dead."

Macado said calmly, waving his scepter intently,

"You are so close to Mortarian that your fate is unimaginably close, why didn't I find out about you before?"

"I see, there's a gap in your soul...... Such a brutal soul scar...... I think I know who did it. ”

The light around Machado lit up, holding back the hope and rushing over to punch Machado,

"-Explain?! To put it bluntly?! ”

"Hades is dead, that's clear enough,"

Macardo frowned, he saw Angelon's silently averted gaze, his eyes seemed to glow, and he heard the slightly chaotic breathing of the other Death Guards around him, except for Callas.

A bunch of fools.

Makado thought that if Hades died, what would he be doing here, just to put the old fearless man in a state of soul flames.

There is a reason why Makado is called a despicable courtier.

And Machado's words were successful, and Callas was clearly caught in some kind of uncontrollable emotion, and he began to subconsciously reminisce,

This was what Machado wanted to see, and the more he remembered, the more Machado could find Motarion, and the flames rose—

Bastard! Don't think about Hades at this time!

Macado cursed inwardly, and he spoke in a cold voice,

"So now I need you, and your fate can be traced back to Motarian, this is the only way we can do it."

Kalas felt like his brain was going to explode, and he couldn't accept it for a moment, Hades was dead, and Motarian was about to fall into the abyss—what was going on?

That's Hades and Motarian, huh?

If even they have been ...... by the existence of subspace

Callas began to tremble, uncontrollable, and he developed a feeling of fear and fear, and it was because he had seen it, that he had stepped into it, that he was even more afraid, that it was the nightmare of his life...... He couldn't......

…… He couldn't face those ...... anymore Those existed......

Machado frowned, the old man sensed Callas's strange emotions, and the originally clear picture became blurry again, it can't go on like this-

Makado suddenly sensed something, and the flames that had been shining gold suddenly turned pale, and ominous gray-white particles rose in bursts.

He turned his head to see the Death Guards staring at the world around them as if they had just woken up from a dream, gasping for breath and feeling the world in disbelief.

Machado paused, as if he realized something, and the old man let out an exclamatory sneer, and Machado laughed and removed the scepter that was burning with golden flames.

When he removed the scepter, the gray flame did not die out, but burned more and more, and Kalas began to turn gray, as if he had entered a black and white world.

Machado stared at Callas, who was obviously caught in another world, although the situation was urgent, although the situation was still not optimistic, but at this moment, there was not much he could do,

The old man thought of Hades out of time, what would this friend of his do at such a time?

That's ...... Quite a rare picture, he never thought that the first one would be Motarian.

Machado took a step back and looked at it with relish.

Angron beside him cast a puzzled look, and Macado waved his hand, signaling the original to hold his breath.

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Fog, that's endless white fog.

The white mist filled the heavens and the earth, and it was difficult to distinguish the four fields, like an eternal night with its hues reversed.

Kalas gasped, he felt his heart beating violently, but he couldn't hear his own heartbeat, he couldn't hear his pulse, he couldn't hear his breathing,

—Motarian!! Are you—in—where?!!! ”

Kalas yelled, but he was dumb, and the white mist swallowed his voice, and everything here was like in a silent movie.

Kalas ran for his life, the barren soil began to loosen as if it had been plowed over, and some listless seedlings stood there, but Kalas didn't care, and he walked straight through the rudimentary farmland.

He jumped over the stream where the pitch-black water flowed, the fog grew thicker and thicker, and the dense forest appeared before his eyes with absolute foreboding.

Callas's frenzied footsteps suddenly stopped, and he stared at the dense forest in front of him, and subconsciously swallowed.

…… Is that...... Is that...... His handwriting.

Stopping in front of the forest, Kalas called tentatively,

"Motarian? Motarian?! Are you in there?! ”

He didn't make a sound, and there was no response from the other side.

Kalas stared at the slime-clad vegetation, he couldn't- he couldn't- Kalas, you can't-

What's not to do?!

Karas! You've already backed down once the fuck on your way to the top of the mountain! You're going to hold back a second time?! That's why Hades can be generous and glorious ahead of you - he dares! He does! Too easy.

Now that bastard named "Hades" is dead! Walking happily ahead of you again, leaving the disabled you in the world to survive—do you want him to have fun again?! Look at the way you are useless and fleeing?!

Hades! He, Kalas Typhon, tell you! He Kalas Typhon may be a psionic, wizard, half-breed whom you don't get used to—but he's also human, he's righteous, and he's temperamental!

Kalas took a deep breath, he was already in tears, but his feet stepped into the dense forest, and he took the second step without hesitation.

He rushed in, the branches lapping at him, the mist enveloping him, and Callas staggered over, and in the middle of the forest, he saw the grave made of piles of empty armor.

Karastiphon stood in disbelief, standing at the foot of a great tree, staring blankly at the empty tomb.

Something moved at his feet.

Kalas lowered his head, almost crying out in fright,

He saw a little Death Guard, small and round, smaller than his clenched fist, and the little fellow was staring at him with his head raised with difficulty, holding something in his hand—

A fruit.

The little one handed it to Karas, who tried to bend down a few times, and on the seventh he managed to reach the fruit.

He ate it, and that was the part that had been plundered from him.

Karastiphon laughed, and his voice was worse than crying,

In the end, Motarian tried to help him - but he hesitated! Hesitated!!

Callas let out a wounded lone wolf howl, and the silence of the white mist made him scream like a fool.

No, yes!

(End of chapter)