Barbarus, Southern Swamp, Monitor Village.
The third year after Hades arrived in the south.
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Thick fog is rolling in, white waves are like waves, and the coldness is eroding the temperature of the whole body. The poisonous fog is always trying to drown the passers-by in it.
Hades and Mortarion were sitting there. Seeing Hades, who had just been joking, suddenly become serious, Mortarion couldn't help but become serious.
"That...Death."
"Um?"
"You're fighting for the people, right?"
Hades carefully glanced at the thin young man leaning next to Mortarion. This young man was the epitome of countless rebels who followed Mortarion in the uprising——
They abandoned everything in the past and remained silent in pain, just to make themselves stronger and stronger, to become an unbreakable blade in the hands of Mortarion, and to fight for the liberation of mankind.
But what if Mortarion wasn't who he appeared to be, fighting for the liberation of humanity?
After Hades finished speaking, Mortarion's eyes instantly became sharp, his amber eyes appearing and disappearing in the fog, like the eyes of a predator hidden in the jungle.
"I've been doing this, why do you ask, Hades?"
Hades sighed.
"Then what if an opportunity arises and you lose everything you had before in exchange for the victory of the people?"
Why do you ask?
Mortarion clenched his fists silently, of course he could, why not? After all, it was human beings who gave him meaning when he had nothing before.
"Of course I will choose the people. It is these people who chose me. If they are willing to be my sharp blade, then I will definitely live up to the heavy responsibility. And... Hades, you shouldn't ask such a ridiculous and childish question. "
It was humans who allowed Mortarion to find his purpose, and he certainly would not abandon those who followed him.
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"Then what if everything is lost, including your giving up revenge on the alien lord Nacre?"
Before Hades finished speaking, Mortarion suddenly rose up and pointed the giant scythe at Hades' head.
The sickle tornado split the fog waves straight through, and the white fog in the sky was split in half in an instant! The sword wind is still rushing forward, and the mist a hundred meters away is breaking!
Fuck, it’s too fast! ! !
Hades was able to exert his strength and pick up the scythe to block. Mortarion's unique heavy and huge scythe was already placed on Hades' neck.
Is this the power of the original body?
At this time, Mortarion was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a sickle in one hand and carefully placing the young man's head on the ground with the other.
His eyes were fixed on Hades, cold, suspicious, fearful... Hades was sure that he had just seen a hint of madness in Mortarion's eyes.
Hades colluded with the aliens?
"What did my adoptive father say to you?"
"No, no, I didn't meet Nacre."
Hades tried to keep his tone as relaxed as possible, but now, the cold touch on his neck threatened him at all times - Mortarion even deliberately suppressed the power, so that the sickle blade just pressed against Hades's artery.
Mortarion fell silent.
"Then why do you say that?"
Why did he ask that? Why is he asking this? Is he being controlled by an alien? Doesn't he trust Mortarion?
"I want to know which one is more important, humans or the plan in your own heart."
"Did you help humans because you hated Nacre, or did you choose to resist the aliens because of humans?"
Is that all?
Is that why he asked himself?
But... Mortarion really didn't think about this problem himself.
What about Mortarion's own answer?
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Hades felt Mortarion's scrutinizing eyes cutting him open over and over again, and he wanted to cut Hades' whole body open.
Of course he could feel Hades's blood pressure rising now and his heart racing.
It seems to be certain that Hades has no malicious intentions and is not controlled by witchcraft——
"throat!"
Mortarion put down the giant scythe, and the heavy scythe hit the ground, splashing bits of mud. The dull sound of hitting the ground slowly spread through the thick fog.
"That doesn't exist."
Mortarion whispered.
"No. The people here are oppressed by aliens, and these alien lords will never give up enslaving and abusing humans."
"As long as the aliens are not eliminated, the true peace of mankind will never come, and the liberation I promised them will never come."
And that bastard...that arrogant and arrogant monster relying on witchcraft. That scumbag who treats them like livestock!
"Nakle must be killed! I will kill him with my own hands and bring true liberation to mankind!"
Hades watched as Mortarion was consumed by rage and regret.
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Yes, if it weren't for the man outside the sky, the question Hades just asked would never be true. Mortarion would eventually accumulate strength and kill his inner demon.
But...Hades knew that the man, the Emperor, would come.
At this time, the question asked by Hades will have substantial meaning, and it is the necessity of existence.
Just like what is written in the original work,
He will come.
He will sit in a gorgeously carved, golden aircraft made with the most advanced human technology.
He will come on his throne in the broadest, most fertile black soil of Barbarus.
He would walk slowly and dramatically across the land, and Barbarus's ever-present poison would automatically dissipate around him.
His face is handsome and vague, his figure is tall and strong, and his golden armor shines with the most subtle colors that any human being can imagine.
Everything on Barbarus pales in comparison to him.
The first Death Guard sentry to spot him would kneel before him, trembling and weeping.
O Mortarion,
The people you trust, the partners you are proud of, and the soldiers you rely on will surrender to him willingly.
Even if you give these people everything you have, even if you commit your future to them, even if you believe in them expectantly.
But the man just stood there, he didn't even say anything.
They surrendered, and they gave everything they had.
After all, he is the emperor.
After all, they are human beings.
He would go down and, with the most grace imaginable, treat the first wounded person he encountered, even if that person's injuries seemed completely untreatable.
He would heal him, the wound would heal instantly, and the rest would kneel before him, singing the praises of the miracle.
They will lead him joyfully into the fortress you have worked so hard to build, they will invite him to sit in the noblest seats in the council chamber, they will surround him and listen to him tell of distant wonders and old dreams.
And you, Mortarion.
You have just fled in a hurry from a failed attack. You listen in panic and horror to your sentry reporting this miracle from the sky to you.
You want to feel less like a loser, and you muster up the courage to walk into your conference hall, but the first time you see him——
You just know you've lost everything.
You have been abandoned by your humans.
You are a loser.
"I am...your friend, and came to Barbarus in search of a noble soul," he added. "To find you."
"Thousands of worlds away, you have been away from the empire for too long. My lost relatives, it is time to return to our embrace. I assure you that glory and wealth are just around the corner. The dawn of a new era is coming."
He wants you to give in and leave with him.
How could you possibly leave.
Barbarus, people of Barbarus, this is all yours.
But obviously, this guy has taken that away.
At this time, Mortarion had nothing but hatred for Naklay.
He also saw it and used your hatred and future to bet with him.
But you lost the battle with Nacre.
It was a complete defeat, everything was lost.
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At this moment, the seeds of betrayal have been planted, waiting to sprout.
The “anchor” that locks in the past, present, and future is set.
He, the Most High, smiled with joy.
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Hades looked at Mortarion in front of him. His eyes were filled with anger towards his adoptive father Naklay, but his hope and determination for the liberation of mankind were also mixed with it.
How can I change this destined fate?
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Fortunately, today Hades is also working hard to improve his speaking skills in order not to become a bad can.
