Chapter 702 150 [Murder]

Chapter 702 150.【Kill】

“Very advanced mental state and version understanding.”

Hades commented.

"...Do you need to rest now, Lao Mo?"

Mortarion was obviously speechless. The primarch glanced at Hades, mist spraying from his gas mask.

[That was a story from a thousand years ago...I have long forgotten it. 】

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What can Mortarion see?

Mortarion could see nothing.

Mist, mist, mist - Mortarion's world is filled with hazy fog. Sometimes, he is these ethereal and uncertain existences, and sometimes, he is trapped here.

No way to reality is in sight.

But Mortarion knew he had to go back.

The idiot who couldn't understand the subspace thought he was righteous and built an altar to the false god that could destroy human civilization with his own hands. Mortarion's instinct warned him before this, but he was trapped in the shackles of the subspace again.

Mortarion even began to miss Magnus.

Only the Primarchs, who were familiar with psionic powers, knew what they were doing - they did not believe in numerology and never tried to understand Mortarion's words.

If mankind does not want to be completely destroyed and become a kingdom of gods in the sky when the Lord of mankind rises, they should act immediately to prevent this catastrophe rather than hasten it.

Stupid.

Guys who only look at the surface.

Angels and flies in appearance...Mortarion knew what people would choose, needless to say.

Only the white mist flows quietly.

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[Depressive atmosphere. 】

Guilliman spoke in a voice that only the three Primarchs could hear. Under the leadership of the silent Soulless Ones, they moved towards the direction of the Hades Cathedral after visiting the National Church.

The completely black Hades cathedral presents a cold style, with sharp lines and high fingers pointing to the clouds. It can be seen that the designer made reference to the Gothic style and also carried out post-modern infiltration. The complicated patterns unique to the Gothic style have been simplified. , abstracting a few lines.

grand.

Every part of the church is huge enough to overwhelm the senses and cast a dark shadow on the ground, like a bottomless abyss.

Sanguinius' long, golden eyelashes trembled.

[He wants people to fear Hades, just as people fear him and the Death Guard. 】

Unlike the greatly reduced Midnight Lords, who rely on human skin and flesh to create terror, the Death Guard's terror comes from inhuman silence and chill. They are like blood-stained monsters moving in the fields, looming in the mist.

Guilliman nodded, shook his head again, and said casually,

[I spoke with administrators of this denomination, and I expected this to be a more secular place. 】

Quite a slippery administrator, Guilliman sometimes even doubts whether they themselves believe in Hades, or whether they are just following the welfare of the sect.

The plate where the Hades Church stands is a wetland, and the fog here is extremely thick. The Primarchs can see a corner of the Death Guard warning in the fog in the distance, and then disappear into the fog again.

Finally, a few scarlet lights appeared in front.

The knights lined up. The serious-looking soulless men were standing silently on both sides of the door with their eyes closed. Their eyes and mouths were sewn shut. Two ferocious three-headed dog sculptures stood beside the soulless men, staring at them ferociously.

[This is not like a church...but like hell. 】

Angron muttered quietly and watched Sanguinius smiling as he stepped forward to talk to the leader of the Death Guard who greeted them. The Death Guards all wore helmets! The Primarch could only tell them apart by the different patterns on their pauldrons.

At the end of the conversation, a mortal with a smile on his face came out. He was very old. He walked up to the archangel, knelt down and began to lead the way for the original body and his party, explaining the Hades Cathedral and the teachings of this religion.

The concentration of psychic energy is higher here.

Sanguinius sensed this, and the Archangel began to use psychic detection, but found nothing.

The Primarch guards led by the three Primarchs followed them in. The interior of the church was very simple, continuing the style of the cathedral's appearance. It did not have complicated paintings on the walls and ceiling like the Anglican Church.

As they walked inside and passed through a long and narrow corridor, they saw the sculpture. Angron and Guilliman almost frowned together. The shadow of the hood obscured the face they were familiar with - but a closer look revealed that It was discovered that except for the scarlet mechanical monocular, there was no carved face at all under the shadow.

Angron could feel the displeasure emerging from Sanguinius, but the archangel was still interested in everything here. After all, he was in charge of the empire's religion.

Guilliman next to the Lord of Red Sand showed considerable dissatisfaction and confusion.

Standing under the huge statue of the god, Sanguinius discussed with the Hades staff. The depressing atmosphere made Angron and Guilliman find an opportunity to leave the church. The two Primarchs stood waiting outside the cathedral.

Angron just shook his head and sighed. He felt that he was more confused and confused than Guilliman, and he even felt a little annoyed.

【Why? 】

The Lord of Red Sand said subconsciously, expressing their confusion,

[Why... I mean what is Mortarion doing? 】

[Putting his former hometown friend on a pedestal? What on earth was he thinking? 】

Angron thought of his past interactions with Hades. The Lord of Red Sand was quite puzzled. He didn't think Hades would like this, so what was Mortarion doing? ? ?

Angron had known that Mortarion was doing this before, but had never witnessed it with his own eyes. The atmosphere here during this trip was far more troublesome than Angron imagined.

Mortarion is not only building a religion, he is even building it on a scale comparable to that of the state religion, and the biggest god in it is Hades.

Angron cares about his brothers, but he also values ​​his former comrades and saviors. To the Lord of Red Sand, Hades is obviously more important than Mortarion.

He couldn't figure out why Mortarion was doing this - he was not only betraying Hades, but also betraying Mortarion himself.

Guilliman seemed calmer than him.

[The explanation of the sect has always been that Hades can clear chaos. ]

Guilliman also frowned,

[Mortarion's report is that he hopes people know how to expel chaos... You know, at least Hades's real name can really expel demons. ]

Angron sneered,

[This sounds more useful than the God-Emperor. 】

Guilliman coughed suddenly, covering up Angron's answer. The Regent gave Angron a serious look, indicating that he should not speak like that.

Angron sneered again,

[I don't understand,]

The Lord of Red Sand said, his voice rough and bitter,

[If it were me, if it were me - no, it would be Mortarion, I think Mortarion would be the guy who least wants to see this scene. 】

[Former comrades are worshipped as gods? No, no, no, no, what on earth is he doing? 】

Angron rubbed his head in some pain, as if the nails were still buzzing there.

It was Hades who helped him remove the butcher's nails.

[Guilliman, Hades himself is an atheist - or rather, he thinks those beings are false gods. He is a materialist, and Mortarion should also be a materialist. 】

【I think, I mean, Mortarion could have other ways to let Hades's true name and the method of expelling Chaos out, why did he choose the one that would cause Hades the most pain? 】

Guilliman also frowned, staring at the rolling fog in silence.

【You say, Angron, would the Lord of Mankind be happy to see us worship him as a god? 】

Guilliman's voice was very low, and it fell gently into Angron's ears, but Angron just scratched his head in anger.

【I didn't participate in that discussion at all! 】

Angron showed a rare anger, but the Primarch immediately took a deep breath for a moment, and his eyes became deep again,

【You guys were arguing too much at the time, I really should describe the scene to you in detail. 】

The emotions at the scene at the time were like pulling open Angron's eyelids and throwing flash grenades at Angron's eyeballs - throwing flash grenades as machine gun bullets.

Guilliman shook his head and raised his eyebrows,

【It's a pity that I can't sense anything. ]

Angron was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, there was determination in his eyes,

[I decided to beat Mortarion for Hades, unless Mortarion told me that this was Hades's own wish - then I will go and beat Hades. ]

After beating him, I will persuade Mortarion.

Guilliman smiled bitterly and was about to speak, when suddenly a huge explosion broke out behind them!

? !

The two primarchs looked at each other for a moment, Sanguinius? ! Almost at the same time, they ran towards the main hall through the corridor that was about to collapse! !

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[Now]

"Uh."

Hades was ashamed,

"I will stop the Lord of Red Sand from beating you, old Mor, or I will be beaten."

After all, this trend was saved by Hades, Kirkland and Jin, and some mortals who prayed to him... If you insist, the old yellow head who pushed him to the position of Om Messiah also deserves to be dealt with.

Mortarion blew out a puff of mist,

[He has already hit me - when he stopped me from assassinating Sanguinius. I don't intend to hide it. In fact, that kick hurt a lot. ]

Even Mortarion, who has long been extremely insensitive to pain and is very tough, said it hurt. Hades could hardly imagine how much strength Angron had used.

Mortarion shook his head, but stared at Hades again,

[So... what do you think, Hades? ]

Guilliman glanced at Mortarion calmly. The Primarch sometimes called Hades' real name. Mortarion might want to use this to show his sincerity, but how did he hold back?

However, considering that Mortarion ate Nurglings raw, Guilliman believed that he was extremely resistant to nausea.

They talked about this topic before, but Hades' answer was simple. Mortarion thought that this answer should not be so simple. He did something quite ridiculous, even if the result was not bad for the time being.

Hades may have been concerned about the Primarch, so he didn't say it in detail.

But Hades still gave almost the same answer,

"At least it all works - it works, except that you have to get used to others saluting you, everything else is pretty much the same."

Hades sighed helplessly again, and Mortarion became nervous,

"If I have to say it, I feel like I'm a star."

Hades' eyes were dead. Ten thousand years later, he had to start learning image management. Fortunately, most of the time he could use the black domain to turn off the lights to fool people.

He saw that Mortarion and Guilliman were relieved almost at the same time. Hades thought that Guilliman was using his mentality to benchmark the Lord of Mankind.

...

[Past]

Mortarion coughed violently. He coughed and laughed, and his whole body was embedded in a thick Pluto base.

His abdomen sunk into a deep pit, and cracks spread from it. All the mortals and warriors present were dead, and blood flowed on the black stone floor.

On top of him, there was only the huge and cold Hades statue that looked at him with compassion.

Opposite Mortarion, Sanguinius spread his wings and pointed the spear in his hand at Mortarion. There was a gap in the armor on his chest where there was a poisonous sting, but it had been pulled out.

Guilliman stopped the angry Angron. The kick that sent Mortarion flying came from Angron. The Lord of Red Sand burst into the main hall with almost unimaginable speed and explosive power, kicking Mortarion who was confronting the Archangel out.

Mortarion and Sanguinius didn't even notice Angron's entry. The Lord of Red Sand might have adjusted their emotions and perceptions.

Angron was hiding too deep. He was originally a gladiator...

He was too concerned about the relationship between the Primarchs. He always wanted to maintain a steady state and didn't want anyone to bleed again. After all, they were brothers who had been together for thousands of years.

But Mortarion broke it.

[What are you doing? Mortarion? !!! You want to kill your brothers? !!! You want to kill Sanguinius? !!! Just because we didn't reach an agreement before? !!!]

The gladiator roared, Mortarion stared at Guilliman, he didn't think Guilliman could hold Angron,

Sure enough, Sanguinius pulled out a hand and grabbed Angron's forearm.

In Mortarion's calm eyes, he couldn't even reflect the figures of the three primarchs. He was completely psychic, and terrifying legs grew out.

+Save it all. +

Mortarion said lightly, mist gushed down from the damaged part of his armor, and his figure began to quickly become thin and collapsed, like an empty shell shed by an insect.

The mist immediately rushed in the main hall.

[Be careful! 】

Sanguinius shouted, suddenly opening his wings to cover his two brothers. The Archangel shone brightly, and the mist suddenly dissipated under the golden light under his wings.

[It's a psychic attack! 】

It's a boring hell joke, Mortarion thought, he didn't want to laugh.

Perhaps only Karas would laugh at this, this is a bad joke that Hades wouldn't laugh at.

He stretched out his hand, and thousands of gas-condensed hands emerged from the mist, first of all Guilliman... He is the easiest to deal with.

The psychic light around Sanguinius made Mortarion feel painful, and this expulsion burned him, but it was obvious that the Archangel didn't practice psychic skills much.

He only relied on instinct and surging psychic reserves to stab Mortarion.

And in terms of manipulating psychic energy, Mortarion has already reached the pinnacle.

The mist retreated slightly, but it didn't give the Primarchs a way out. Soon, Sanguinius's light dimmed for a moment, and Mortarion stretched out his hand again, this time, he grabbed Guilliman.

The mist was highly poisonous. He stuck his head out of the mist, and his twisted eyes met Guilliman's. He saw endless ash floating down in Guilliman's eyes.

In just a moment, after struggling for a moment, Guilliman was lost in the confrontation between the two psychics.

Mortarion threw Guilliman to a corner of the main hall. A sufficiently logical illusion for the Regent... enough for Guilliman to toss.

Mortarion had specially prepared for this for a long time. He consulted a lot of Macragge data to ensure that every detail was real enough.

Then came Angron.

This was a little difficult, but Mortarion knew Angron's character.

The Pale Lord laughed in the mist. He showed his figure slightly and sat on Hades' scythe. The monster was looking down from Hades' scythe, with its wings drooping, dim and dull, like a rag floating in the mist.

Sure enough, without Guilliman's obstruction, and Sanguinius's obstruction was just a superficial effort, Angron rushed over.

The Lord of Red Sand exerted force on the soles of his boots, and the ground burst! The Primarch suddenly jumped up, raised his battle axe, and chopped at Mortarion in the sky!

The fog became thick again, obscuring the sight of Sanguinius and Angron.

Did Angron think he could use his emotional perception to avoid getting lost?

Mortarion just sat there, with a mocking smile in the corner of his eyes, and when Angron was about to reach him--

Mortarion suddenly spread his wings!

Seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven eyes looked at Angron at the same time!

In the dazzling green, the dead souls and bones of the aliens slaughtered by the Pale Lord screamed together, crying their fear and despair to the Lord of Red Sand crazily.

Mortarion never let his brothers see the full view of his wings.

Mortarion saw Angron's pupils suddenly disappear, veins popped, and he began to fall.

Enough.

Before Angron recovered, Mortarion sneered, then jumped down, but rose in mid-air, he released the dead who were silent in the mist, and let Angron lose himself in the pain of the dead.

Then it was...

Time belonging to the sky.

The flying Mortarion lowered his scythe and stared at Sanguinius who flew with him. The angel's eyes were angry, and his expression was far more terrifying than the expressionless mask.

Although Mortarion was more terrifying.

[I ask you for the last time, Mortarion. ]

Sanguinius's voice was icy cold,

[Why? ]

The tone of the archangel's mouth was so real... so real that Mortarion even thought he was really questioning.

+Because you did it wrong. +

Mortarion raised his scythe and hit Sanguinius!

Two figures, one gold and one green, immediately began to fight in the air. Feathers and scales were scattered from time to time, and bright red liquid flowed out from the gaps in Mortarion's armor, drying up and turning gray in an instant.

One of the two original bodies holds a sickle, and the other holds a spear. Both are long-arm weapons. The difference is that the attack of the spear is more direct, while the sickle needs to turn to hit. The difference in the opponent's weapons makes both of them hit the ground very hard. difficult.

However, under the white waves, the roar of the Lord of Red Sand broke through the confinement from time to time. Guilliman also seemed to be about to wake up. Mortarion's actions gradually began to slow down, while Sanguinius was like a burning flame that was getting stronger and stronger. , shining like the eternal sun.

Seeing this scene, Mortarion's scythe ran more and more towards the angle of exchanging lives, frequently exchanging wounds for wounds. Wounds that were enough to seriously injure the original body appeared on their bodies. The scythe blade reached towards the neck again and again. Gilles also seemed to be cornered.

Mortarion saw the bloodshot eyes of the archangel and the fangs gradually extending out.

It seems you haven't escaped this either...my brother.

+Vampire…+

Mortarion sighed softly, gave up his chest defense, and went straight to the archangel's neck to chop! Sanguinius immediately waved his wings, suddenly closed the distance, and penetrated Mortarion's chest with one hand!

The scythe pierced the wings behind Sanguinius, bleeding and feathers flying with every flutter of the archangel's wings.

Bright red liquid spurted out from Mortarion's chest and splashed on the golden armor.

The hood blocked the gaze of the god of death. Mortarion saw a vampire with black background and red eyes. The former archangel looked extremely ferocious. The heavy injuries caused him to briefly lose control.

Sanguinius's eyes were filled with scarlet. He looked at the blood flowing on the golden armor...his fangs bared and he couldn't help but lick it.

【? ! 】

Sanguinius coughed violently, and threw Mortarion down like a piece of trash. Mortarion fell like an insect with its wings removed, but he couldn't stop laughing.

There is such a thing as blood...he no longer has it.

This is the venom he concocted.

This is what really hurts the Archangel.

He hit the ground hard, and Angron grabbed him by the collar angrily and punched him... What about the rules in the gladiatorial arena of not hitting the fallen?

Now just have to wait...

Mortarion closed his eyes in silence, letting himself fall into a state of suspended animation - he knew they would not let him die, and his brothers had nothing else... but were indecisive enough.

Or maybe... they just couldn't bear to kill Mortarion.

Such was Mortarion's good fortune and misfortune.

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Hades and Guilliman in front of Mortarion fell silent at the same time. Mortarion stood up and relaxed his legs.

[Guilliman's emotions are already at critical levels,]

He took the initiative and said, [I don’t recommend continuing. 】

Guilliman took a deep breath.

[Thank you for your understanding, Pale Lord...Sorry, I want to stay by myself for a while. 】

[Of course you can be alone. This is your ship. Hand over the room you prepared for us and we will leave immediately. 】

Guilliman gave them two coordinates. Seeing that Guilliman was in a bad mood, Hades also thought it was time to leave. After comforting Guilliman for a few words, Hades followed Mo who had been waiting in the corridor. Tarlian.

The two of them walked silently aboard the Ultramarines' Queen of Glory.

"...You have had a very difficult time before. It's amazing, Lao Mo."

[They just don’t believe me. 】

Mortarion said calmly,

【That's all. 】