Chapter 627 Take Off! Mortarion!

Chapter 627 Interlude | Take off! Mortarion!

(The timeline is confusing, and it may not appear in the official history later)

(Warning for the protagonist going crazy, extremely ooc)

[What are they doing? ]

Sanguinius said, sitting on the balcony of the Terra Palace, with his gray wings folded behind him.

The Primarch looked at the open space below the balcony, and he saw a giant in strange clothes holding a large insect net running wildly.

"——Old Mo! Old Mo!!!"

The distant call reached the Primarch's ears.

[It looks like Mortarion is going to suffer today,]

Angron, who was opposite the Archangel, couldn't hide his smile, [I don't think he can escape a manned flight today.]

Angron noticed that Sanguinius's wings trembled slightly, and the Lord of Red Sand immediately added the next sentence,

[Don't worry, Angel... He will only attack those who are familiar enough with him. 】

Sanguinius's mouth twitched,

[I take back my thought that I didn't thank him properly and was going to build a relationship with the dead. ]

Angron laughed again, his wrinkles winding like a mountain road, his face was already covered with wrinkles.

[Just watch it,] Angron said, [At least I didn't expect it - haha, Guilliman is here too? ]

As if echoing his words, Hades shouted from the garden in the distance,

"The Great Emperor!!! Where is the Great Moth?!!!"

The two Primarchs who were sitting on the balcony drinking tea shifted their sights and saw Robert Guilliman standing on the flat ground of the garden fountain with a sword in his hand. Vines wrapped around Guilliman's sword, and the faint light of psychic energy shone on the sword.

[Southeast direction,] Guilliman said, responding to Hades' words, [...He is behind the wall of trees. 】

"Okay!"

Hades shouted happily, rushing over with his special psychic jammer. The black stone thread was woven, and the anti-psychic concentration was just right. It was not harmful to the brain, and it could force a certain Primarch who disappeared into mist at the slightest disagreement to show up.

Sanguinius shifted his gaze and indeed "saw" something in the direction pointed by Guilliman, a group of drifting mist with a little ashes...ah, the passive Mortarion.

Before the mist disappeared and shifted, Hades arrived at the battlefield. Hades skillfully waved the wonderful tool in his hand a few times in the white mist, and the steaming mist instantly shrank...then a gloomy tall and thin figure appeared in the bushes.

【No,】

Mortarion said sullenly,【Never. 】

"I haven't asked what I want to do yet? You refuse me?!"

Mortarion raised his eyes and looked at the strange human who had deliberately changed out of heavy armor and wore yellow and black stripes to meet a bee.

There is also a hood with two tentacles on it.

[……]

[You want me to take you flying. ]

"Right!"

Hades laughed loudly, "So take me flying, old Mortarion!"

[No. ]

Mortarion refused decisively, and the Primarch showed a look of grief.

He spread his hands in a self-abandoned manner, and Mortarion was ashamed to show weakness.

But now he hoped that Hades would realize that it seemed too funny to put all his weight on his thin arms.

But Hades obviously didn't care about these. He began to tell Mortarion the importance of manned flight in a "I have a dream" attitude.

"I have a dream," Hades said to Mortarion affectionately, "There shouldn't be only a moth figure in the vast sky, there can be more beautiful things to decorate it."

[It can be a birdman, a thunder eagle, or a storm bird. 】

Mortarion said calmly, he glanced at Hades,

[But it can't be a bee. 】

"I spent a long time choosing this outfit," Hades said seriously, "Moth costume, butterfly costume... I think the bee costume suits my hard-working image."

[...]

[Who did you lose the bet with? ]

Mortarion dead fish eyes, [Lord of Mankind? Malcador? Or Karas Typhon? ]

Hades in front of him showed an embarrassed expression,

"Ma..."

Hades whispered, no sound.

Very good, Mortarion dead fish eyes, is it Malcador, Magnus, or fucking Macragge?

"Anyway, I want to go to heaven," Hades said, "I have been reviewing documents for fucking ten years, nine months and three days in a row. I even reviewed documents during the war and started reviewing documents after the second hour of fighting Slaanesh - I want to fly, no, soothe my wounded heart."

[What is the bet? 】

Mortarion asked calmly, [Approving documents for you for ten years? A hundred years? Who hates me so much? 】

Hades blinked,

"It's hard to say, there are many people who hate you."

[You can tell him,] Mortarion said, the sickle in his hand was shining, [I'll tell him why this won't work, and then he will work for you with an apology in his heart - instead of torturing me here. 】

Mortarion looked at Hades, and Hades looked at Mortarion.

Hades didn't move.

Damn -

This was Mortarion's first thought, he suddenly realized that the premise for this matter to go this far was that Hades also wanted to do this, that is to say - Hades also wanted Mortarion to take him for a ride, and this strange costume was just an additional condition for Hades to trick a fool into approving documents for him.

Mortarion spread his hands,

[No. 】

"Okay."

Hades said firmly, taking a step forward and raising his hands, with the beauty of leaping up to grab Mortarion as soon as he tried to take off and escape.

"I submitted takeoff applications to you at least 35 times," Hades said. "Every time you said you were either busy or tired, Lao Mo."

"I asked the Lord of Red Sand the day before yesterday," Hades said, "He said that you are in excellent condition now - you just don't want to bring your good brother around."

Angron stood up calmly and moved a small step to the left. The next moment, the Archangel was a little horrified to see white mist corrosion starting to appear on the chair where Angron was originally.

"Yes," Mortarion said, "I refuse, it would be foolish." 】

In fact, the Primarch himself hated flying so much that even the unscrupulous Mortarion would have considered it beneath him to fly.

After all, he is not a birdman, and not all primarchs fly so gracefully.

"Really can not?"

Hades spread his hands and looked at Mortarion deeply, "I know,"

Hades said,

"I know you don't want others to see you flying - but, Old Mo, after you take me with you today, others will only remember today's scene, so that when you fly next time, compared with today, others will Then you will feel that it is acceptable for you to fly alone.”

【……】

Mortarion stared at Hades, the tentacles on the stupid bee still trembling.

This is Hades, Mortarion thought. Do those believers know they are worshiping such a ghost?

[I think,] Mortarion's poisonous gas mask sprayed poisonous mist, [I can't leave directly today? 】

Hades nodded firmly.

……………………

【My eyes...】

Angron said that the archangel opposite him directly covered his eyes with one hand and stopped looking at the too eye-catching scene in the palace garden.

The Lord of Red Sand sighed with emotion, but his eyes were fixed on the garden as if he couldn't move away. The scene of a fluttering moth grabbing the bee's hand with both hands, and then Hades swinging below... The emperor is above.

What made Angron even more emotional was that although Mortarion looked desperate, for some reason, Angron sensed the Pale Lord's faintly happy mood...

He looked like he was enjoying it, Angron thought silently... They are all crazy.