Chapter 803 [245] Disease, Loss of Appetite, Malaise, Near Death

Chapter 803 【245.】Disease, loss of appetite, malaise, dying

crackle.

Sparks rose from the fire, leaped lightly into the air, exploded with a tiny crack, and vanished brightly into nothing.

The room was clean and warm at the moment, and the freshly baked desserts slowly filled the entire room along with the warm aroma of strong tea.

Hades was hesitating about the pastry in his hand.

Finally, he chose to put down the tea break in his hand, and the mixture of flour, sugar and oil returned to the plate, and the greasy porcelain surface reflected the faces of the two speakers.

"Feel sorry."

Hades said that his expression was hidden in the shadows. The original body could see the darkness hundreds of miles away, but could not see through the shadow from Pluto.

"I feel sad about the story you told...but I think...if I were in that situation, I would do the same thing as him, and for the other 'me', it might mean relief. "

[No need to apologize. ]

[Mortarion] said lightly, the pain of the past and memories still traumatized him, and his organs were twisted together, causing a dull pain.

[This is... this is the past we created together... the fact that has already happened. ]

"I feel sorry for what the other me has experienced, but I believe that in the end the other me will not regret it."

Won't regret it...

Won't you regret it?

[Mortarion] raised his eyes and looked at Hades opposite him. This was another completely different Hades, one who existed in the fate line that was two years earlier than him.

If he reaches Barbarus soon...

Maybe he doesn't have to be so sad now.

[Hades] Maybe there will be no regrets. The dead will never say anything. Only the remaining ones are struggling in the painful reality, relying on the dreams of the past for comfort and blinding their too sharp eyes.

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【Another fate line】

【past】

The newly established stronghold was noisy at the moment. The leader of the Death Guard [Mortarion] rarely opened the granary to let people celebrate for a day.

The bonfire was warmly lit in the center of the stronghold. [Mortarion] quietly stood up and turned down a new round of toasts from the people. The original body shook his head and signaled to the people that he was leaving for a moment.

The soldiers left wisely, for they knew that the Primarch was going to visit the Transparent Man.

He suppressed his presence as much as possible, walked through countless houses, and finally came to a hut on the edge of the stronghold, where [Karas] was already waiting impatiently for [Mortarion].

[Mortarion] blinked.

[You came back early this time, Karas. ]

Because he was Nacre's subordinate before and even massacred several villages, [Karas] has never been accepted by most Barbarians. A small group of Barbarians call him a hero and are willing to follow Karas. Conquer the alien lord.

[Karas] coughed and pouted towards the ground! The ground spat.

"You know, there's just one last thorn left - the rest are just patrols to see if any fish have slipped through the net."

Even though they were initially disliked and misunderstood by people, [Mortarion], [Hades] and [Karas] relied on their achievements to form a team in Barbarus, because they were the only team to resist. army, so the team grew bigger and bigger and won battles repeatedly.

As of now, only Nacre is left living on the top of the highest mountain in Barbarus, and has not been cleared by the Death Guard.

[I'm arranging how to attack Nakre... Karas, don't be impatient. ]

"I never mentioned that I was anxious. You are the one who is anxious."

[Karas] raised an eyebrow and mocked, then he glanced at the house next to them,

"Let me guess, this is his wish?"

[This is the wish of all of us, Typhon. ]

[Mortarion] said calmly,

[Don't you wish to kill Nacre? ]

"Of course I hope."

Thinking of what Nacre did back then, [Karas]'s face was distorted for a moment, but then he returned to his expression of bitterness and hatred.

[Why don't you go in and see him? ]

[Mortarion] nodded toward the house, and [Karras] sneered.

"His little girlfriend and little crush are inside. There is no need for me to join in this trouble - if a weird guy goes to the patient's bedside to anger him, I will be scolded by those two little things."

[Herrera] and [Vox]?

[Mortarion] thought.

Once in Nacre's slave-catching team, [Hades] pretended to let people from two villages go, including [Herrera] and [Herrera]'s family members, so this little girl remembered [Hades], when [Mortarion] was looking for medical staff for [Hades], he took the initiative to sign up, and often brought more rations for [Hades] himself.

Later [Mortarion] learned more details, and [Hades] could not be called a pretense of letting him go. He even helped the little girl stop the attack of the puppet——

This is simply letting go. No wonder he was kicked off the cliff by Nacre.

The two are similar in age, both talented and beautiful. If [Hades] was not sick, [Mortarion] would be happy to witness a pair of lovers. Anyway, everything on Barbarus is confusing, and the relationship between two men and women has reached this point. At this level, you can start a family.

However, [Hades] seemed to have been refusing, so the original body remained silent.

[Wox] is a little guy who is good at fighting. He was the guy that [Hades] brought back when he was killing monsters for a village after escaping. [Hades] seems to value [Wox]'s battle very much. Ability, and [Vox] is also very grateful to [Hades] for bringing him to the Death Guard.

When [Mortarion] leads the army and [Karas] goes out to fight, [Hades] will teach [Herrera] and [Vox] something, sometimes it's calculations, sometimes it's how to fight. , sometimes it will be how to approve official documents.

[Mortarion] was puzzled as to why [Hades] wanted to teach them how to approve some official documents that were not involved in Barbarus, but [Hades] shook his head and said that sooner or later [Mortarion] ] would thank him for doing so.

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[Mortarion] stood silently next to [Karas], waiting for [Herrera] and [Vox] to come out.

"How is he doing lately?"

[Karas] suddenly asked.

[Not so good. ]

[Mortarion] answered truthfully,

[Barbarus’s environment has been eroding him. His soulless physique makes him more susceptible to being eroded by the psychic environment than ordinary people... I tried to make him healthier, but he really doesn’t eat much and his nutritional intake is not enough. . ]

[Karas] frowned, remembering that under Nacre, Hades almost vomited after taking a bite——

Obviously he and Hades ate the same food, but Hades's tolerance for food was much lower than that of Karas, as if he had eaten some delicacies before and developed a bad mouth.

"What a pretentious thing - can't you let him eat something good?"

[Mortarion] glanced at [Karas],

[In order to make him eat, Herrera's cooking skills are already the best in the entire Death Guard, and people will rush to drink the porridge she makes. At least six young men have already proposed to Herrera. , just because of her cooking skills. ]

"Oh."

[Callas] sneered and shouted loudly,

"I think that must be some kind of junk food, but you all eat it badly, Mortarion."

Just when [Karras] said this, the door was opened, and [Herrera] and [Vox] came out with tears on their faces. [Herrera] was holding a plate in her hand. The pastry looks a little passive.

[Herrera] looked in the direction of [Karas], her expression immediately darkened, she strode over directly, left the plate on the plate overnight, and stuffed the cold pastry into [Karas]'s mouth in one breath inside.

[Karas] tried to resist, but failed in the free struggle. He was grabbed by the hair and forced to stuff food.

[Vox] pretended not to notice, bowed briefly to [Mortarion] and then left.

"Bark, keep barking, Karas."

[Herrera] waved her hand and threw the few dog hairs in her hand to the ground.

[Karas] chewed in his mouth and slurred his words, trying to retort, but finally closed his mouth and hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth with a dark face.

"That's all."

[Karas] said, [Herrera] rolled her eyes, handed the plate to [Mortarion], turned around and left.

[Mortarion] blinked silently and began to clean up the food.

As soon as [Herrera]'s figure disappeared from their sight, [Karas] immediately spoke,

"Give me another one,"

[Mortarion] said nothing, but moved the plate in his hand towards [Karas].

"I didn't eat last night."

[Karas] added, [Mortarion] chose to believe him, maybe.

"Two little idiots, big and small... They should respect us more. Hades spoils them too much."

[There are no classes within the Death Guard, Typhon. ]

"hehe."

[Do you want to go in? ]

"I'll go see him with you - to save others from thinking I'm a cold-blooded, mixed-race monster."

[No one would think so. ]

"Shut up and go."

Squeak——

The door was opened. Because of the filter pipes, the air inside the house was much cleaner than outside, but it was mixed with a slight smell of medicine.

[Hello, Hades. ]

[Mortarion] said, [Karas] behind him carefully closed the door. Unlike the original body who walked to the bed and sat down, the psyker [Karas] stood away with a dark face. Hades] the farthest corner.

"Haha, do you want some porridge, Mortarion? Herrera brought me a lot, but I feel like I'm going to have some leftovers again."

[I guess I can taste a little later, but they're mostly yours, Hades. ]

[Hades], who was half lying on the bed, made a sad face and put down the drawing in his hand - he was designing the drainage system needed for the original body's new stronghold.

On the other side, there were many official documents and drawings scattered on the bed.

"Herrera always thought I was a big eater,"

[Hades] smacked his lips,

"Or are you allocating too much grain to me, Mortarion?"

[You have the same share as others. Herrera may have added some more, but overall, it’s not much. ]

Loss of appetite is a precursor to withering, and they are delaying it as much as possible, but death seems like the elephant in the room, silently watching them.

After years of fighting, Hades's old illness made him weaker than his peers, and the psychic environment on Barbarus further eroded him--

If Hades was strong enough, he could theoretically even erode Barbarus in reverse, but this was only theoretical.

Even so, the soulless physique still made it difficult for people around him to adapt to Hades, so Hades had to stay away from the crowds in the base, and he couldn't leave too far because he couldn't survive alone in the wild.

But recently, what made Mortarion uneasy was that Hades' soulless physique seemed to have improved, and the original body could clearly feel the increase in alienation, but Hades himself showed no signs of improvement.

It might be a last gasp--he didn't want to think about it that way.

"Haha, fake."

Karas interrupted the conversation at an inopportune time, and he seemed to be staring at the bowl of porridge at Hades' bedside.

"Karas is back too? It seems that the battle went better than I thought."

There was a huge map on the wall in front of Hades' bed. Mortarion could see the marks and small flags that Hades had made on it.

Hades had predicted almost every battle to the last detail, and now, all the green flags representing the Death Guard were surrounded by the highest altitude.

Only the last step was left.

Motarion's heart twitched for a moment. The last step was also his first step. He promised them to kill Nakre.

At least... at least let Hades witness the complete liberation of Barbarus.

"We will be able to kill that idiot Nakre soon."

Karas said in a muffled voice. Mortarion knew that Karas thought the same as him. They needed to let Hades see the final victory.

Hades smiled and shook his head,

"Don't be impatient..."

Hades said thoughtfully, he looked at Mortarion, his eyes seemed to have seen everything,

"If we can't win... it's normal, Nakre and his army are very strong. Don't rush to succeed, we can even wait a little longer."

Later?

No, it can't be later, the Primarch is afraid of Hades...

"Don't rush."

Hades stared at Mortarion's eyes and warned again.

"As long as you keep calm, victory will belong to the Death Guard sooner or later. It's a matter of time. With Nakre held back, we can try to build Barbarus first."

[The war is going very smoothly - Hades, you are a little timid. ]

[Motarion] said subconsciously, and [Karas] immediately followed the rhythm of the Primarch and taunted,

"You should go out and see our army with your own eyes, Hades. You haven't seen their brave fighting performance, so how can you think they can't win?"

[Hades] on the bed seemed to shrink for a moment, but then his eyes lit up and stared at [Motarion],

"Well, without practice, there is no right to speak. I really don't have your consolation in this regard - but I have only one request, that is, when attacking Nakre, I want to join the battle."

"You can't beat Nakre alone... You need an anti-psychic unit to restrain it."

[Motarion] and [Karas] opened their eyes wide in astonishment at the same time, and they realized that [Hades] was not joking.