Where is this? What is he supposed to do – and who is he?

This is the Fortitude, he should come over to see his brother, and it's a ...... A Motarian.

Correction, a Motarian.

Killiman subconsciously wanted to take a deep breath to calm his heart, which he thought would never have any more joy and sorrow, but in fact, subspace always had a hard time to show the master of Maculag.

But he realized the white mist that filled the room, so he politely and awkwardly stopped his actions.

Motarian was standing right in front of them, and he was ...... wow…… Oh, my God...... The Emperor is above.

It's really, hard to describe.

If Killman were to describe it, he would say, first of all, that there was a human being standing in front of them.

Killiman was silent.

He decided to give up describing it all.

A similar scene reminded him of the moment when he first met the archangel St. Giles.

Killiman stood there and saw a god smiling slowly toward him, each wing glittering with the glimmer of a broken star.

Killiman stood here and saw the roll of Motarian's freshly rolled eyes, thankfully he still had normal eyes, not compound eyes that matched his wings.

Huge, natural wings drooped, dimmering from the scrawny giant's back.

From the moment the two primordials entered the house, all their eyes were drawn to the pair of giant wings that had been folded.

The wings trembled.

Killiman felt a stirring in his soul, his scalp tingling, accompanied by the movement of his wings, and the voice of their old friend,

[Have you seen enough?] 】

Angelon silently looked away from himself, which was hard to do, but he was the primordial, so he did it.

Except for those wings, at first glance, Motarian is still the same Motarian, only he is not armor-piercing, he is thinner, and at the same time, part of his body is like a white mist, and the proportions of his body are more elongated, like a scarecrow supported by dead wood...... Or ...... Some kind of bug.

Killiman looked at Angelon, who would be the savior of the two of them, and Killman was not familiar with psionic powers, so he did not speak out so as not to cause misunderstandings.

Looking at Angelon and Killiman, who were standing at the gate, one after the other, staring at him vigilantly, Mortarian raised his hand and motioned for the servant to move two chairs over.

The chairs were moved, and Angelon and Killyman walked slowly, hesitantly, to the chairs and sat down.

Incidentally, Motarian was also sitting, very upright, with a straight waist, completely different from his usual domineering scoundrel, as if he needed a couch to support his sitting position.

And the back of the chair he was sitting on had been roughly cut off, along with a part of the back of the chair—

It was evident that Motarian's seemingly limp wings made it difficult for him to sit down.

Killiman remembered subtly that the Archangel had told him that he didn't have a bed.

Yes, St. Giles had no bed, no bed that would allow him to lay down his large pair of wings, so the wise angel made himself a nest-like bed to sleep comfortably.

So...... Killiman looked at Motarian.

He shouldn't need to sleep, that's all.

While Gilliman was meditating, the Lord of the Red Sands, who was brave and wise, and knew how to read minds, spoke cautiously,

[My brother, are you okay?] 】

Motarian took a deep breath, and as he breathed, the white mist in the entire room seemed to rise and fall with him,

【…… Very bad. 】

The deep dark circles under Motarian's eyes, as well as the more skinny face, proved his words.

Angelon blinked, he spread his hands,

[I can see - your appearance scares me and Gilliman enough, is there anything we can do to help you?] 】

Motarian chuckled dryly,

[Your kindness is too pale, I don't need this. 】

Motarian said,

I think, you mean you want me to explain all this to you? 】

Angelon straightened up, and immediately changed his tone, and he spoke solemnly,

【Yes,】

He said

[But Mortarian, we do have the best of concern and good intentions—even though you and I sometimes know we can't do anything about it, it's still our attempt to make you feel good. 】

Motarian was silent, he looked a little tangled, a little uneasy, and finally, his tone was probably softened by one in seven million,

[Then you should point this point out directly next time.] 】

Motarian spoke, and he stood up heavily, the mist shaking off his erected wings as he rose.

[That's it,]

He said

[I have a pair of wings. 】

Motarian's tone was rather unconcerned, but the remaining two in the room knew that he was pretending.

【…… You can...... The pair of wings that are analogous to the alien birdman...... Almost. 】

[Birdman?! 】

Killyman almost shouted,

[St. Giles?! 】

Motarian looked at him with a frown, as if he was a little confused, and Killiman immediately changed his words smoothly,

You reminded me, my brother, that it is indeed very similar. 】

Killeman and Angelon looked at each other, and they saw the encouragement in each other's eyes,

Endure.

Motarian slowly withdrew his inquiring gaze, he looked anxious, but if you could tell the anxiety in a big bug-like dick, then he was probably about to explode with anxiety.

Angelon paused,

[So what do you mean, this is...... We can all ......]

He changed the word,

[Can fly? 】

Angron wondered if Motarion, like him, had gained his original abilities after some kind of "restriction" was lifted.

It was after the Butcher's Nail came to a halt that Angron gradually regained his ability to read minds, and at the same time, the Lord of the Red Sand had a vague sense that his ability might be more than that.

Among the eighteen primorals, only Magnus is proficient in psionic powers, and the angel St. Giles can also simply use psionic energy - so, is it possible that even among the remaining primordials, there are also existences that can simply use psionic energy?

At least for now, Angelon had determined that his ability was a psionic technique.

And the situation with Motarian is...... Angelon pondered, thinking he was close to finding the answer.

Motarian's face looked even worse,

[Can fly? 】

Motarian repeated,

Do you want me to show it to you? 】

The wings behind him slammed open, and a treacherous light lit up in an instant, and in the bright green that didn't match Motarian's appearance, the flowing skulls looked at them fiercely.

Standing up in an instant, Angron slowly lowered the tomahawk in his hand.

He laughed,

[Of course you can, but then again, that's really powerful!] 】

Angelon stared at Motarian's wings, and was amazed,

If the Motarian just now was still like a mess of rotten rags, the current Motarian has become a mess of cool glowing Plus version of the rotten rag.

Angelon walked towards Motarian, and after gaining Motarian's tacit approval, the Lord of the Red Sands walked around Motarion.

He also thought that Motarian would end up being his usual be, dull, inconspicuous, and tired...... But when the wings unfold - this is the original!

Angron doesn't rule out having a pair of such guys, but it's better to have a different color, and don't ...... Angelon laughed in his heart, he didn't want to be a wormman, it really didn't work, and the birdman was okay too.

But—

Anglon walked around to Motarian and patted Motarian on the shoulder,

【Good stuff!】 Perfect match for you! 】

Motarian's mood was slightly better, and he smiled,

Angelon thought he might be the first to have a Quamotarian appearance.

Killiman, who had just stood up with Angron, also came cautiously.

[Very consistent.] 】

Killiman said,

But for me, it's still unimaginable. 】

Killiman laughed,

[It seems that I still have to push the limits of my imagination, I can see too little, and I have always been poor learners in this area.] 】

Motarian gathered his wings, and as if he was still not used to the big thing, he flapped them a few times before putting them away.

[Sometimes...... It's a good thing for Gilliman, only in this matter,]

Mortarian stared at Killiman,

[I envy you. 】

Killiman looked back at the brand-new insect Motarian with blue eyes, which was not like the words that Mortarian would say,

[I envy you even more,]

Killeman said cautiously and succinctly, holding the saber at his waist in one hand,

[I apologize to you for this matter, Lord of Death, Motarian, for my own misjudgment that led to your enemy, and I am sorry for that. 】

[This is just a private impression, and if you don't think that's enough—then we can do a more solemn ceremony.] 】

Motarian stared at Killiman as if examining something, and finally, Motarian said slowly,

[No, it's ......]

He spoke with some pain,

This is what I have to go through. 】

Killyman was stunned, and he thought that Motarian would at least say a few words to him.

But Motarian was silent, and then he spoke abruptly,

[That man is not dead. 】

Killyman blinked suspiciously,

[Which person?] 】

[The one that everyone knows.] 】

Angron frowned, and he crossed his arms

[Why, can't you mention him?] Hah-hmm! 】

The surging white mist immediately covered his mouth and nose, and the originally tasteless white mist instantly became pungent and unbearable.

[I don't say it!] I don't say! 】

The white fog dissipates.

Angelon wiped his nose with a memorable scent,

So what happened? 】

Motarian was silent, he looked even sadder.

Actually, this is easy to explain, Motarian has become the psionic he hates the most—or some kind of subspace being that is far beyond the psionics, and in the process of his transition to this state......

In order to survive, Motarian [summoned] Hades, and used a part of himself as bait.

Motarion's own fate line was already very close to the Hades, plus he sacrificed a part of himself to the Hades.

As a result, his psionic abilities were marked.

Hades may be able to recognize Motarian and try to brake, but Hades may not.

He attacks subspace creatures indiscriminately.

So who are the subspace creatures now?

Who is it?

Makado laughed quickly, anyway, he was a psionic, not a [subspace creature].

It was sad, but Macado could only laugh.

Motarian blackened his face,

【…… He's going to attack me. 】

He said, explaining to Angron Killiman that it was what Makado had told him,

[Not to recall, not to mention, not to speak.] 】

Motarian was silent for a long time,

[Unless I wish to bring about my own destruction.] 】

The sad news is that he may not be able to resist the unconscious rampage that now wanders through the black realm of subspace.

Motarian should be thankful to the four gods in a way, who are now doing their best to nail the Black Domain to Cadia, only to let it leak a little when it is summoned.

…… He'd better bring about his own destruction.

Angelon took a deep breath,

[That sounds sad.] 】

[But at least we got the good news, he's not dead, isn't he?] 】

Killyman swallowed,

[That's good news, but I'm saying that on the Fortitude, that tombstone for him...... That should ......]

He and Yutun also offered flowers, which gave a sense of beauty to the living.

Motarian sighed deeply,

[I don't know,]

For the first time, the Lord of Death said frankly that after all this, especially Macado's month of memory recovery therapy, he seemed to have become more sincere,

All I know is that we need to go to the battlefield - right there, where he fell. 】

【…… As long as there is a chance......]

[And then?] 】

Angelon looked at Motarian with a fierce look,

【…… Machado didn't tell me the rest. 】

Motarian said, succinctly,

[But I felt that other beings like us were there.] 】

They were there, giving him a glimmer of life. 】

Motarian's gaze cast vacantly into the distance,

[After that...... I owe them a debt of gratitude. 】

His gaze turned to Killyman and Angelon, sluggish,

[Just like you. 】

Angelon paused,

[Brother, it's us who have slowed you down. 】

Motarian stared at him, and finally,

You're right. 】

Motarian spoke again, cleanly,

[You should know more about subspace, I think...... Machado would be happy to teach you that, just as he taught me. 】

Motarian breathed a few more times, and after the seventh, he spoke, opening his hands,

[I'm trying to retract my form, and when Machado thinks I'm not going to injure mortals unconsciously, I'll go out.] 】

Call me, Pale Lord, and call me seven times of death, and I may send down my power. 】

Motari paused.

But I want you to call ...... The emperor, or that person, they worked, far more ...... than we imagined Grand. 】

Mortarian turned and sat back down, staring at the two visitors between the darkness and the white mist,

[There is nothing else, I still exist, and I continue to exist, thank you for visiting.] 】

Angron and Killman, who had received the hint of the send-off, could not stay longer, they looked at each other, and after a few words of greeting and concern, they disappeared again into the corridor behind the door.

The Blackstone gate slammed shut.

Motarian sat there, motionless like an insect perched on a branch.

For a long time, the sound of rustling sounded in the fog,

The small death guards came out, and they spontaneously gathered around Motarian, some trying to tug at Motarion's cloak.

Motarian bent down and let the two fallen trumpet Death Guards stand up, staring nonchalantly at the two little Death Guards in his hands who were tilting their heads towards him.

【…… They didn't see that I didn't know them, did they? 】

Motarian was silent,

Who is St. Giles? 】

He said, whispering to himself,

【Makado...... That damn ...... The old man never told me everything, he deliberately told me to compare himself to a xenomorph human. 】

No, yes!

(End of chapter)