Hades is dead.

Angron thought slowly, his gaze fixed on the fearless man standing in the pale flames, but his own attention was on Machado.

The emotions that the Imperial Regent is showing now tell the Lord of the Red Sands that now is not the time to do much.

Good......

Angron thought heavily, for this reply...... He wasn't surprised.

In other words, this is the most realistic ending.

Anglon was silent, as if he was thinking about how to tell Killiman the bad news—or hide it from him, and now that Robert Killiman was not doing well, it seemed that the news should not be told to him too soon.

A faint, or rather a great sorrow, enveloped him, not from Angron, but from the death guards.

Angron glanced blankly at the silent Death Guards—sad, rather sad, with an impotent rage.

Normally, such strong emotions can make people cry uncontrollably, collapse on the ground, and find it difficult to accept reality, but in fact, the death guards are just standing there and not moving too much.

If it weren't for Angelon's ability to sense people's emotions, he wouldn't have noticed something wrong with the Death Guards.

…… Their grief is worth mourning.

Angelon thought that after Machado's words, people who knew Hades naturally -

Makado?

Angelon suddenly realizes that Macado doesn't seem to be sad.

The Imperial Regent was surrounded by his golden psionic energy, which made it even more difficult for Angron to touch his emotions, which made Angron deliberately ignore the old man-

The Lord of the Red Sands realized that Machado was able to detect Angron's probing of others.

But even after a brief glance, Macado did not show any sadness, perhaps he was not familiar with Hades, and was only nodding his head.

Angelon thought, but immediately after, Macardo exuded emotions similar to "delight" and "amazement".

？

Angelon realized that something was wrong.

In the short time he spent with Machado, Angelon did not think that the warlike old man could be an indifferent pervert, and would rejoice in the death of a noble man.

……

Angelon was silent, and the Primordial began to assume...... What Macardo just said, is it really the truth?

The Lord of the Red Sand stood behind Makado, his eyes narrowed and stared at the old man's back, trying to find out something.

Sensing something, Makado turned his head slightly, and under the hazmat suit and hood, the eyes smiled and looked at Angelon with a complicated expression.

Angelon instantly retracted his perception and continued to stare at Daring Do honestly.

But deep down, Angelon began to mourn for the deceived, poor Death Guards.

At the same time, the Lord of the Red Sand also realized for the first time what the word insidious was.

Machado took a small step forward, and the nameless white fire of the hunt began to dissipate, the flames had no temperature, and slowly dispersed in the wind.

And where the white flames were scattered, those pale green slime molds began to retreat.

Macado whispered in surprise.

He stood in front of Kalas Typhon expectantly, the fearless soul already whole—though not all of his original soul, Makado could tell the manipulation of its subspace.

But at this time, the subspace is no longer the one they hate.

"How do you feel?"

Machado spoke calmly, crutches, and circled around the Leviathan dreadnought.

The dauntless let out a hissing sob, like the voice of a man who had just been resuscitated from drowning,

With his hiss, white flames burst into the clearing between Machado and Daring Do and then extinguished again.

A large scythe lay silently where the flames had just been extinguished, a pattern like a new leaf climbing over the scythe and blade, and the flashes of black in between, indicating that the scythe was made of black stone.

Blackstone, under different conditions, can counter psionic energy or amplify psionic energy.

And now, this scythe is clearly in the category of [Enhanced Psionic Energy].

Behind Machado, Vaux moved, and Machado spoke

"Say,"

Volks' staring at the scythe he was familiar with,

"My lord, I know this scythe, this is Lord Motarian's [Mistletoe], which was created and given to my Lord by the Lord of the Fire Dragon after a joint operation, and has been displayed in the personal collection room of Lord Primordial before."

The old man thought about it, and laughed incredulously, and he said to himself,

"Clever kid."

Machado thought with a smile, he felt ridicule again, Machado remembered the Motarian who had to fight with him in everything,

And Motarian deliberately provoked Machado simply because Machado was a psyker.

There is no other, any other reason.

And now, Machado thinks about it, this guy has even left himself an anchor in the physical world without a teacher, skillfully repairing a broken soul, and making him his own surrogate in the physical world, is this a little-

Macado smiled with relief, feeling mocked again.

The two cubs of the Death Guard,

Makado thought,

All of them came to restrain him.

But even so, in the focus of everyone's eyes, Macado still said calmly,

"Then he'll be fine."

He glanced up at Karas, and it looked like he had come to his senses,

"What do you see? Say it. ”

Macardo said, and Karas's sluggish voice sounded, and he seemed to wake up from a dream,

Machado is used to it, and people who have just come out of subspace usually seem to be enlightened in life.

"Mist ......"

As if asking himself, Kalas said,

“…… Motarian ...... Why did you die so easily...... Not ......"

Makado glanced at the mistletoe on the ground,

"Not dead."

“…… If he dies—"

Karas's voice stopped suddenly,

"Not dead?!"

"Motarian is still alive?!! Damn psionics! But I've seen his empty armor with my own eyes, if he's—"

Macado struck the staff,

"I understand your feelings, but watch your words, this psyker."

Kalas paused abruptly, I am a psyker, Kalas Typhon thought as he suddenly realized what he had just said, a term that Mortarian or Hades would use, not what he would use.

"Motarian is alive,"

Hades may not be dead, Angron on the side silently added in his heart.

Macado said,

"And you've proven it, Karas Typhon, your soul is complete—why not try to use another psionic power? You have a high level of psionic talent. ”

Karaston froze, his mind was a mess, he was still basking in the fact that Motarian and Hades were dead, but now the old man told him that Motarian was not dead.

…… Not dead?

"Then how do we find—"

Macado knocked his staff impatiently,

"At least we don't have to worry too much about him now, maybe we can try to find a weak spot in the veil,"

The old man remembered the other planets where the plague had broken out in the Otrama Domain.

That's it, Macado thought.

The old man walked and planned the next schedule,

He needs to confirm Motarian's condition first, and then stabilize the Otlama region, which is especially important in the event of a breakdown of telecommunications.

Then there was waiting, Macado thought, waiting for the moment when the turbulence in subspace subsided—or a signpost, and the fleet that went to support Cartier and the dark side of the empire would be able to pass.

All right

(End of chapter)