Chapter 800 [242] Never Acceptable

Chapter 800 [242.] Never Acceptable

Da, da, da.

The door was being knocked, and amorphous darkness was overflowing from the crack of the door, squeezing into the room like tiny tentacles.

[Motarion] felt that his eyes were out of control, and his stomach was churning. After ten thousand years, his appetite, which had long disappeared, was stimulated by a strange desire to vomit.

Da, da, da.

[Motarion] was already surrounded, surrounded by endless darkness and Hades water. His hands kept shaking, from instinct, his soul was screaming.

Screaming, trembling, hoping to escape.

He suppressed his instincts as much as possible, but the spiritual energy that made up him was so anxious at this moment that it was almost about to break through the so-called "Motarion" body and flee in all directions.

[Motarion] clearly realized that if he tried his best, he could fight that existence, but he also knew so clearly that he didn't want to fight that existence... Even if he looked at it, he would feel his eyes burning.

Is this... Hades?

[Motarion] trembled, almost nailed to the spot by fear and instinct. In the world he lived in, there had never been such a terrifying and strange thing in the world - this was something he had never seen before.

Or he had seen it, but at that time this monstrous darkness had not yet taken shape.

Bang bang bang!

The existence outside the door began to get impatient, and the door was knocked roughly. [Motarion] heard something in his ears, but the huge tinnitus and psychic screams covered those words.

He was horrified to see that the door was on the verge of breaking through under the huge force.

"Is anyone there? Excuse me, I'm coming in then?"

Squeak--

The door opened, and Hades poked his head in like a thief. He didn't understand why [Motarion] didn't respond to him, when the black domain clearly showed that the Primarch was in the room.

Hades' eyes first swept to the single sofa in the center of the room. The sofa was empty, but the slowly rebounding fabric told him that he had just been here.

Where did he go?

Hades felt a little confused. He scanned the room, and then saw [Motarion] standing upright in the corner farthest from him. [Motarion] had his back to the door and buried his head in the corner.

Hades could only see his back, wearing a dull bone-white helmet.

? ? ?

Hades didn't understand.

Hades was shocked.

Is this the etiquette in that fate line? Or maybe it was some strange custom. Hades was confused for a moment. He could only stare at [Mortarion] in the corner, open the door and walk in.

"You didn't deny it, so I'll come in."

Hades said, closing the door with his backhand. The moment the door was touched, he clearly saw [Mortarion] in the corner startled again.

Uh.

Hades realized that it might be his own existence? Psionic creatures who have never seen the Black Domain will indeed react to his essence the first time they see it. This is normal.

Once, the Nurgling who saw Hades screamed and exploded and died at the first time, like a potato that fermented to explode.

Hades was very satisfied with his suppression of the opposite Primarch, but he couldn't talk like this. Hades still hoped that he could dig out some useful information from the opposite side.

So Hades stood in the porch and spoke as clearly as possible,

"Since you didn't expel me, it proves that you also want to talk - then I suggest switching to a purely physical form now, so that at least it will be better."

Together with the black crown given by Trazyn, Hades has suppressed the black domain to the smallest range.

After the voice fell, the room fell into silence again, and the situation was deadlocked.

This made Hades unable to deal with it, but fortunately, the [Motarion] who was breathing heavily in the corner of the room finally responded.

[Sorry, give me some time to adapt to the world. ]

Fuck!

Hades thought, a [Motarion] who can say sorry! This is definitely a rare species, the heterochromatic old Mortarion.

Could it be...could it be that the different fate lines are added as courtesy?

"Okay, I can wait."

Hades said, he walked cautiously to the sofa opposite the single sofa and sat down. Guilliman must have thought of the scene of the dialogue between the primarchs, so there are two single sofas of the size of the primarchs here.

Hades looked at the snacks on the coffee table. They were still prepared by Guilliman. Mortarion hadn't touched them at all.

So Hades began to pick them up automatically.

Hades looked around the room while eating. Mortarion hadn't left any traces of himself in the room, which meant that Hades couldn't get much information.

Hades only knew that the person opposite was the leader of the heretics... This meant that Mortarion was extremely dangerous, and he had better not take it lightly.

But... now Mortarion was still breathing with his back to Hades.

Hades showed a helpless expression, and he began to move quickly! Wait!

………………

Breathe... take a deep breath... You can do it...

Mortarion felt his heart beating wildly, and he didn't know whether it was from fear or excitement, or both.

He didn't need to look back, the existence in his spiritual vision was behind him, and the chaotic and foolish darkness was dripping droplets on the floor that were enough to penetrate any psychic creature.

But if he looked back, what would he see?

Will he see Hades? Or another being?

Will it be the Hades he remembers? Or a horrible monster?

[Mortarion] took a deep breath. He nervously wanted to inhale the poison gas again, but he couldn't do it now - turning his back to the guest was already rude enough.

If he had instigated other Primarch brothers before, this kind of behavior would have caused his plan to fail.

But he just - he just - did it subconsciously and without thinking, and jumped to the corner farthest from him just before Hades opened the door.

He is still afraid.

No……

[Mortarion] thought that you must face it and cannot escape. This is a situation he has been waiting for for thousands of years - he must not lose a precious opportunity because of his own shrinkage.

There is always only one chance. If he does not seize it, then [Mortarion] will fall into the situation controlled by [Guilliman] again.

Breathe deeply, breathe deeply again…

After taking the seventh deep breath, as if he had made some kind of determination, [Mortarion] in the corner finally took action.

He turned around slowly, almost comically slowly.

Hades straightened up, holding tea in one hand, and turned to look at [Mortarion] with interest -

Hades opened his eyes suddenly.

What did he see? !

I have a god, is this still Mortarion?

Hades saw a... uh... a thin [Mortarion], but not as skinny as Mortarion, and this [Mortarion] had no wrinkles on his face, as smooth as It's like a waxed marble floor.

He was not wearing a mask, thus revealing his nose that was higher than the average primarch - Hades' Mortarion had a nose that was too high and too steep, a huge aquiline nose.

Obviously not as handsome as this [Mortarion].

This [Mortarion] has obviously taken care of himself, his hair is smooth and not rough. Even Hades once complained that Mortarion's hair in this world is as messy as a mop head.

But what puzzles Hades the most is that,

[Mortarion] had his eyes closed at the moment, and his long eyelashes were trembling as his eyeballs twitched. Under the corners of his eyes, he also had a black teardrop tattooed very fashionably.

Why doesn't he open his eyes?

Hades was full of questions,

"How are you?"

he said, realizing that he seemed a little too exciting for a warp creature that had never seen him before.

"If you still can't accept the counter-psionic power - I'll try again next time."

Hades said, he could see that almost every muscle and soul of [Mortarion] was resisting his arrival.

Can we only return in vain?

Hades thought that [Mortarion]'s reaction really didn't look like he could communicate, so Hades cleared the last smiley cookie on the plate, clapped his hands and stood up to leave.

"Then I won't disturb-"

[Don't go. ]

[Mortarion] hurriedly interrupted Hades's words, and then as if he had made some great determination, the original body began to move slowly towards Hades' position——

[Mortarion] turned his head away from Hades, as if he was fine without looking.

...?

Even Hades felt that this scene was a bit too funny. Unlike the handsome and well-dressed appearance of the original body, [Mortarion] now acted like a child.

Maybe it takes a lot of courage to face Pluto.

The more immersed in the existence of psychic energy, the stronger the negative effects will be when facing Pluto.

What's more, [Mortarion] doesn't know whether Hades will attack him directly.

Then he just wants to communicate.

Hades thought that Guilliman was obviously right. Hades' eyes saw the psychic shackles around [Mortarion]'s neck...it seemed to be a mixture of the Emperor's psychic power and Tzeentch's psychic power... What happened in the opposite timeline?

Hades sat down again and naturally asked the servitor to bring another food cart over.

Then he admired [Mortarion]'s moving performance - this scene was not common, at least Mortarion on his side usually didn't behave so stupidly.

Finally, a minute later, the tenacious [Mortarion] arrived at his single sofa.

His face finally turned to Hades, but he still didn't open his eyes.

Hades waited patiently. In 27 seconds, the new dining cart was about to arrive.

[I have a question. ]

[Mortarion] kept his voice as calm as possible, but he knew there was a clear tremor in his voice. It was over, it was over.

Doesn't he know how ridiculous what he just did is, but it takes a lot of courage to be alone in a room with that kind of existence——

He could easily shoot at that being screaming, or run away as if fleeing,

But it was even more difficult to stay rational and sit down and talk to him.

"You asked."

[Mortarion] has adapted to the low spiritual energy environment here. He tried his best to attach himself to the dimension of the physical world, and finally heard what Hades said clearly.

It was hoarse, deeper, and calmer than the Hades voice he remembered... colder and more murderous.

Killing intent... yes, killing intent, [Mortarion] heard this feeling clearly. That existence had killed at least countless subspace creatures, so that his voice subconsciously contained thoughts about psychic creatures. Killing intent.

He shrank even more.

[Are you... Hades? ]

The High Gothic word "Pluto" has magical power. From a psychic perspective, [Mortarion] clearly saw that after he said this word, a trace of his soul fireworks fell into the black hole, and the black hole also Lively for a moment.

The existence of such restraint in subspace... This is a treasure given to this tributary by fate.

"Yes, I am."

[Then Hades...is Hades? ]

[Mortarion]'s voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, I am Hades."

[The one with Barbarus? ]

"The one of Barbarus - are there other landing points in other fate lines? Then I hope it is Macragge."

The voice on the other side hinted at a smile.

[It can't be Macragge! ! ! ]

[Mortarion] roared, and angrily retorted subconsciously, how could it be Macragge——? ? ? No matter how miserable Hades is, he will never choose to be [Guilliman]'s subordinate!

But then, [Mortarion] found that the subconscious retort made him open his eyes. He had already seen it. [Mortarion] took a step back suddenly, almost tripped over the single sofa behind him, and fell backwards. Go down.

[Mortarion] opened his eyes suddenly, and the dark shadow was reflected in his eyes full of chaotic light.

He saw...

A completely different Hades.

A Hades who did live to adulthood.

A Hades transformed into...the Primarch?

[Mortarion] Seeing a real god of death is completely different from the immature Hades on Barbarus. The existence in front of him seems to have just come off the battlefield. Even if Hades is not wearing armor, the unique coldness of metal is still there. Right in front of him.

[Mortarion]'s pupils suddenly narrowed.

He saw that the left half of Hades's face was replaced by a strange and ferocious metal face, with a cold light flashing in his red eyes, and scars running through most of his face, leaving deep scars.

But other than that, the undamaged right half... was very similar to the Hades that [Mortarion] imagined, but more mature and calm than he imagined.

What exactly did this Hades go through to become what he is today?

And now, this Hades was looking at him with a half-smile.

"You finally opened your eyes? How is it? Can you see me? Or is it still darkness from a psychic perspective?"

Hades pointed at himself casually, then stood up and looked sideways at the door.

"Ah, the dining car is here - do you mind chatting while we eat? I'm relatively hungry now."

[…]

[Mortarion] shook his head silently, and then saw Hades walking over to greet the dining car.

The original body fell on the single sofa in despair. The words and lies that he had thought about for a long time were completely shattered in front of Hades, and they rolled to the ground.

He thought hard for so long, simulated countless conversations and confrontations... but completely forgot about Hades's best skill.

……sincere.