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Chapter 804 [246.] Death

"I still don't understand."

Lady Psyche stretched out a finger and ran it across Typhons' armor out of boredom. A slight hissing sound was heard.
There was no doubt that a layer of sticky mucus from Nurgle had accumulated on Lady Psyche's fingers, and her fingers were corroded by it.

"Why did someone as good as Hades die like this?"

Above her shoulders, butterflies made of veil fluttered, and the stone named Typhons murmured slowly, like the gurgling sound of the potion he was brewing.

"We're the only ones who think so."

Typhons said slowly,
"People called him a monster at the time... Have you forgotten how they called you? You fell in love with a monster, Psyche."

"Hence his death..."

Typhons whispered reluctantly,

"It is inevitable in the cycle. Fate has absurdly imposed the soul of Hades on the monster called the cancer of humanity."

"He's just an innocent soulless person."

Tears flowed down Psyche's perfect left face, and Typhons also felt a little sad.

After her surrender to Slaanesh, Psyche became more sentimental, more moody, and more easily bored.

"Don't fool yourself... We all know that he is not a simple soulless person..."

Typhons' voice became quieter.
"But what exactly is he... I wonder how things are going with Mortarion?"

Lady Psyche sighed loudly. The Great Demon was not allowed to be the first to enter that fate.

They will always be the pearls adorning the Primarchs, and the first batch will always be the Primarchs.

"No matter what..."

Psyche bowed her brows,
"He will always be the moral and kind person in my mind."

…………

[Hades] is by no means a simple soulless being.

He had known it for a long time...but he was always reluctant to say it.

A dark poisonous mist was floating.

[Mortarion] gasped, his eyes almost blind, the poisonous gas from the top of Mount Barbarus corroded him, and the Primarch could already hear the sound of his own skin being corroded.

No other Sister of Silence could have done so much.

Pong!
With a dull thud, Nakre's body fell down and fell behind him, with dust flying everywhere.

Ho... ho...

The Primarch made a sound in his throat. He, who had just been hit by the Soulless Domain, was eager to stand up again. The last scene in his sight was Hades rushing in front of Karas and blocking the attack from Nakre.

Then - then there was overwhelming darkness.

Not even the Primarch could stop it, could not contend with it.

[Ha——Hades?!]
Mortarion retched and used the scythe in his hand as a crutch to prop himself up.

With his sight still not restored and extremely weak, the Primarch tried to feel his way towards his comrades.

[Karas?!]
But subconsciously, Mortarion knew that he could not get a response from Karas——

In a soulless domain of such intensity, Karas, who is closest to Hades, will definitely fall first.

He just hoped that [Hades]'s attack could get past [Karas].

His vision was recovering, and a faint dim light reappeared in the darkness. Mortarion stumbled towards Hades and Karas based on his memory.

The bad news kept appearing in Mortarion's mind, and he remembered what Hades had done before.

Perhaps Hades originally came for the final blow - at the cost of his life.

[Mortarion] tried hard to open his eyes, and tears and blood flowed from his amber eyes between the leaking gas mask.

In the dim light, he finally saw Hades and Karas lying on the ground.

..............................

"Haha, I think I've been a lot more energetic lately."

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Hades scratched his head with a smile, and tried to swing the scythe made for him by Mortarion with great enthusiasm.

"You'll only slow us down as we climb the mountain."

[Karas] pointed this out without hesitation. [Motarion] thought that [Karas]'s words were a bit hurtful, but it was indeed true.

"I swear I won't be a burden to you guys. If things really get out of hand, I'll go down the mountain by myself. Karas, at least let me see how Nakre died. I hate it so much that my teeth itch."

"cut."

[Karas] sneered,
"Don't even think about asking me to carry you down the mountain when the time comes."

Hades smiled, and his black pupils flashed with a strange light.
"No, it won't. None of you will have to carry me down the mountain—I swear, believe me."

..............................

[Hades?! Karas?!]
[Motarion] looked at everything in front of him tremblingly, [Karas] fainted and had no reaction, but [Hades] forced himself to open his eyes after hearing his words.

"Mortarion... take Kalas down quickly... he's fine now, but his protective helmet is broken... give him mine in exchange."

[What do you do then?]
[Motarion] half-knelt on the ground and checked [Karas]'s injuries immediately. As [Hades] said, [Karas] was unconscious, but his pulse and breathing were still stable.

A large crack, symbolizing death, appeared on Karas's helmet. The Primarch stretched out his hand and tried in vain to cover the wound, but the poison gas still hissed in.

"I……?"

"I'll just stay here."

As if in a last gasp, Hades struggled to stand up in front of Mortarion. He stretched out his hand and tore off his heavy gas mask as if he was breaking free from shackles.

Amidst the dark green poisonous gas, Hades grinned, his white hair standing out at this moment.

Hades took a deep breath, then stuffed the helmet into Mortarion's arms without saying anything.

"I won't drag you down on the rest of the journey."

[Hades] grinned, black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and the wound on his abdomen caused by Nakre was horrifying.

"Mortarion... live well... look at the commoners and slaves more often - remember the most important thing, don't be a fool."

[Mortarion] knew that everything was too late. The Primarch had never felt death so clearly. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do - he was not ready to accept this -

He and Karas originally planned to let Hades turn back halfway up the mountain, but after they were back on the road, Hades finally caught up with them quietly.

Based on Hades's previous physical condition, this was almost impossible. Mortarion didn't know how much willpower Hades had to catch up with them again.

[How on earth do you...how do you know so much? You are not from here, right, Hades, you are just like me——]
Hades showed a helpless smile.

"Where did I come from? I am a little confused myself - perhaps all this is just a nightmare - just think of me as coming from another world, Mortarion."

[You will go back, won't you?]
This might be his own unrealistic fantasy. Mortarion stretched out his hand, but Hades in front of him stumbled back and dodged Mortarion.

"I hope so... At least this terrible thing is finally over, and I haven't let anything down. I have done everything I can."

Mortarion's eyes went dark.
Hades' voice became hazy, as if it came from the distant seabed.

"What's going on? Others' stories about time travel are all about fighting, but mine is all about PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds - is this Warhammer? I can't just be recruited by souls. I want to drink Coke."

"correct."

[Hades] staggered again. The feeling of dying had never been so strong, but he felt much more energetic. He was no longer in pain or tired. It was as if his mind was pulling the strings of a puppet.

"I - I seem to have left a small hole in your soul - my ability is very unstable, I felt that a part of it was broken, and then, uh, it seemed to be embedded in your soul - I may have subconsciously cursed the psychic closest to me."

[It doesn't matter - hold on, Hades, I'll take you two down the mountain, don't die, don't die, don't die yet.]
[Mortarion] almost begged, and after a short rest, he felt that he had regained some strength. He struggled to stand up and wanted to take [Hades] and [Karas] away.

But the next moment——

The Primarch's heart leapt.

[......]
The sky and the earth seemed to become wider, and the fog was dispelled - [Mortarion] heard the most familiar and most fearful footsteps sounding faintly behind him.

The sun rises.

A golden sun rose behind the Primarch, and Mortarion turned back trembling, fearful, terrified, and ecstatic.

The first thought in his mind was that Hades didn't have to die.

The Primarch turned around and subconsciously blocked Hades and Kharas behind him. Compared to when he was on Terra, Mortarion was now in tatters, as if he had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

He saw the Emperor.

The light stung the Primarch. Under the long, straight black hair, the familiar golden eyes were looking at him calmly, but the Primarch was startled. He saw a trace of disappointment flash across the gold.

He had let him down.

+Number 14. +
The Lord of Mankind said calmly,

+Follow me back to the Empire.+
[etc! ]
[Mortarion] roared, and he quickly turned his head to glance at [Hades] with the corner of his eyes, but saw [Hades] standing there in a daze, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, staring at the [Lord of Mankind] intently.

Few can resist the Emperor.

[Save my comrades first—I won’t go with you—unless you save them!]
[Mortarion] coughed up a mouthful of blood and put his scythe between him and the [Emperor]. He suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition, but he didn't know why.

His words caused the monster's unblinking eyes to move behind him, and its golden eyes saw the two guys behind Mortarion.

There was suddenly a different look in those eyes, like surprise.

At this moment, an unbelievable voice sounded behind Mortarion.

"You...are the Emperor?"

Hades said in shock, staring at the tall, brown-skinned man. He looked intimidating without even being angry, with dazzling golden light flowing around the Emperor.

+Yes.+
[Lord of Mankind] raised his foot, as if trying to bypass [Mortarion], and looked at [Hades] behind him.

[What do you want to do?!]
Mortarion's heart was filled with alarm and he raised his scythe suddenly, but the Lord of Mankind simply waved his hand in the direction of the Primarch.

A golden light shone brightly - and then, an uncontrollable dizziness came over me.

[Mortarion] almost lost control of his body instantly, and he collapsed to the ground. The last thing he saw with his eyes wide open was [Hades] standing there in astonishment, and the pair of golden boots walking towards [Hades].

[Promise me...save him...]
[Motarion] stretched out his hand, and the next moment, he fell into a coma.

+Interesting, outsider.+
The Lord of Mankind walked up to Hades and walked around him as if he was examining a rare item.

A weak Outer One made contact with his Fourteenth Son - but to no avail, as Mortarion's performance disappointed him.

+Few live to this age.+
The [Emperor] said, he turned his head and looked into the eyes of [Hades], his black hair hanging down.

+Which universe are you from, intruder? +
"Ahem... As expected of the Emperor... He knows everything."

[Hades] coughed violently. He felt the spiritual pressure of [Lord of Mankind] suddenly increase, like a monster flashing with golden light. Under the high pressure, [Hades]'s knees softened and he knelt suddenly on the ground.

"I don't know either... I know your story here - but it's not the same as mine."

+Fates are not always the same. Tell me which Primarch in your memory betrayed you? +
[Hades] coughed, and blood suddenly came out of his mouth, but his tongue and throat moved on their own and began to speak out names one after another.

Finally, Hades bit his tongue hard - but the name was still spoken.
"Perturabo, Fulgrim... Mortarion."

+Mortarion? +
The [Emperor] glanced coldly at the primarch who was lying on the ground.

+I can think of it.+
He says,

"No—wait—cough cough cough—Mortarion is different, I swear—he is not the man I knew—"

+I will make my own decision. +
The Emperor simply interrupted Hades' words. His eyes were completely obscured by golden light. The crown was shining brightly with golden light. Hades felt as if he was being controlled and could not control his own behavior.

+Who is the most outstanding person you know? +
“…Robert Guilliman.”

The Emperor was silent for a moment.
+I can think of it.+
As he spoke, golden light flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Hades again. Golden light flashed around Hades' neck, as if a huge golden hand was strangling his neck.

+Outsider, you are not welcome in this world - now you can disappear, I will set you free. +
Hades was lifted up. He struggled to free his neck from the spiritual energy with his hands, but it was in vain.
"Ahem! Are you really the Emperor?!"

[Hades] coughed up blood, and the blood dripped onto the ground.

Why is this Emperor so cold-blooded - or is he just like that?

"You still—still—"

A choking sound came from his throat, and confusion and puzzlement flashed in Hades' black eyes. He remembered what Mortarion had told him about the Emperor, and the many details that did not match what he knew.

In the last moments of his life, Hades uttered his own questions and curses.

"The Dark Lord?!"

pat.

The body fell limp back to the ground.

The Lord of Darkness?

The [Emperor] tilted his head slightly.

The Lord of Darkness?

Unexpectedly, the word resonated in his soul far more deeply than he had imagined, transcending time and space.

Tzeentch chuckled.

………………

When Mortarion woke up, he found himself in the Primarch's bedroom on the Emperor's Vision, and Karas informed him that Hades' funeral had been held in Barbarus.

He didn't know what happened on Barbaros during the time he was unconscious.

………………

Later the Emperor told him that Hades' last words were that Guilliman was better than him.

(End of this chapter)