Chapter 4 4. It’s time to enter the plot of
an unnamed hillside in Barbarus.
Hades stood there, staring closely at the figure in the pale fog. For a moment, he felt that they looked at each other. Even through the thick fog, the tall and thin man was staring at the figure for the first time. The same kind that arrived. The owner of the garden in the subspace was muttering dissatisfiedly. His carefully prepared destiny seemed to have some discordant taste just now, but this taste was fleeting
. He grunted and stretched out his hand to scratch the abscess on his chin, and yellow-white pus burst into his hand. This made him feel better. Maybe the smell that disgusted him just now was just the fragments of a nightmare illusion. He continues to stir His cauldron, and countless and endless wonderful diseases and plagues dance and sing in praise of His mercy. He will get what He wants. .There seemed to be an uninvited guest on the stage of the Four Gods. But it was clear that there was no audience for this guest's first appearance. .The blue figure sneered, wait, is there really no audience? Hades hesitated for a moment, but he did not intend to shout directly. The puppets were still on their way. Before there was time, he turned around and rescued the remaining people in the carriage with Typhon. One is to save people, and the other is to use these people as cover to delay the puppet. Hades thought darkly. Most people are destined not to survive. People ran out, and Typhon discovered Mortarion's castle. He panicked and ran towards the castle frantically. Under his leadership, people also began to run towards the fortress. Most of them did not wear gas masks and could not survive outdoors at this altitude. The crowd began to move towards the castle, and those brainless puppets also changed their trajectory. Hades took advantage of the chaos and quietly retreated to the back of the truck. He grabbed the crossbow and began to aim. He believed his gas mask was enough to withstand the poisonous gas here. The puppets followed... Several times Hades found enough opportunities to hit the head with one blow, but he did not do that... the timing, he was waiting for the right moment. As in the original novel, Typhon began to shout to Mortarion, "Who are you?" he cried, half whimpering, half wailing. "Aloof, watching the fire from the other side? You clearly saw us! You can obviously help us!" The fast-running puppets have already begun to try to attack Typhon. The leader is obviously in a hard battle. He is alone and struggling. He waved a rusty dagger on the muddy ground. Some of the other people had been poisoned by the poison gas and were lying on the ground unconscious, with only death waiting for them. The rest, like Typhon, were caught up in the battle with the puppets, but due to their lack of combat experience, they were quickly torn to pieces - Typhon was also quickly knocked down, and his psychic talent was only enough He held on a little longer. Several besieging puppets surrounded Typhon, apparently planning to rip off his limbs. Hades took aim, but he hesitated to pull the trigger, he waited. When Mortarion is determined to resist, when Mortarion is determined to save Typhon. Otherwise none of them would be able to escape. "Help us! Stranger!! You can obviously help us!!" Hades knew that Mortarion was having an extremely intense ideological struggle in his heart. Several gunshots were fired, and the puppets fell to the ground. The figure on the other side of the fortress held a musket in his hand. It’s done, the corners of Hades’s mouth curled up. Seeing Mortarion raising his musket to help humans, the puppets stationed in the castle roared angrily. They were Mortarion's men and his jailers. They all picked up their weapons and rushed towards Mortarion. The main force of the slave-catching team is also targeting Mortarion. Mortarion jumped down from the towering crenel, and the original body landed heavily, causing a shock wave. He pulled out a long whip made of a long iron chain and swung the whip with great force. Every whipping was accompanied by pieces of meat and rain of blood. Mortarion moved frantically but calmly through the crowd of puppets. He was like a lone wolf suppressing a flock of sheep. Every time he ran and shuttled, he was dividing the puppets, breaking them into smaller individuals, and then tearing them apart. At first, the puppets were able to suppress Mortarion with their numbers, but as time passed, the battle gradually turned into a one-sided chaotic massacre. Mortarion was obviously red-eyed and desperate. While attacking, he even gave up some opportunities to block in exchange for more fighting. Compared to Mortarion, who was killing unparalleled people, Typhon on the side was quite struggling. He clutched his gas mask tightly and only held a knife to resist the puppets that attacked him. At this time, Hades was hiding in the truck and shooting cold arrows. The absence of puppets meant precious time to reload the arrows. Hades aimed and shot as much as possible to provide assistance to the two frontline melee warriors. The flying arrow is speechless, and the arrow hits the head! He successfully killed three puppets that wanted to run over and attack Typhon, and repeatedly penetrated the puppets that wanted to attack Mortarion, providing opportunities for Mortarion to attack better instead of defending. When the last arrow was caught by Hades and then shot out the head of a puppet, the massacre gradually came to an end. The ground was covered in pools of flesh and blood, and the twisted limbs were struggling and trembling. The puppet was defeated and ran towards the higher hillside. There were still a few puppets in Typhon and Mortarion, but there was no real threat. Hades came out of the hiding place of the truck and quickly ran to the small escort vehicles. He opened a small vehicle and he managed to start a fire. Then he turned his head and greeted the last few remaining humans - it was unbelievable that these lucky ones survived the attacks of poison gas and puppets. "Run away!" Hades shouted at them, and the people quickly ran over and got into the vehicle. "Child, aren't you leaving?" Hades glanced at them, "No, I won't leave yet." When the winning rate is relatively high, Hades likes to take a gamble. They did not persuade Hades again, and the gray vehicle moved slowly towards the valley. The speed of this vehicle is very slow, but it is enough for them to reach the bottom of the valley safely. He found another small and medium-sized truck as a vehicle for his departure later. He went up to start the truck and quickly drove the truck a little further away. Hades got out of the car and ran back, continuing to search for modified vehicles. He found a wrench, and then used them to break open the fuel valves of all the small vehicles he could find. Fuel flowed out and quickly spread. It filled the entire rocky ground.
After doing all this, he turned his attention back to Mortarion and Typhon. It seemed that their battle was over and they were talking to each other.
As a dead otaku in his previous life, Hades really could not understand or perform such magical behavior, but he respected it. After all, this was a world where thoughts and beliefs truly had power.
But stop nagging, brother, Mortarion's adoptive father is going to kill him later, right? !
Hades took a deep breath, causing his gas mask to creak.
"Typhon! Carastyphon! And our friends over there! Are you still running away?!" "The
aliens will kill them soon! If you don't run, it will be too late!!!"
That kind of weird "thinking" The atmosphere of "What is life?" and "Should we live?" disappeared, and they both looked at Hades in surprise, with big eyes and small eyes.
Hades waved to them.
At the same time, the sound of horns on the top of the mountain sounded, which was the sound of the horns of the supreme lords launching an attack.
Typhon anxiously said something to Mortarion, but Mortarion remained motionless.
Hades knew what Mortarion was thinking. In his life of being imprisoned, he had always only had the option of "kill his adoptive father, or I die." But the sudden appearance of Typhon and Hades gave him an "escape" option. options.
It's like a person has been playing a game since he was born. This game can only choose a and b, but suddenly one day someone comes to you and tells you that you can actually unplug the power and choose not to play.
You can choose not to play.
Mortarion had never encountered this choice before, and the idea overwhelmed his inexperienced mind and burned his CPU.
md, don't be stunned, you two.
Hades could see puppet soldiers starting to run down from the top of the mountain.
"Hurry up! You two!!! There's no need to die here!!! Keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood!!! I ran away today and will be a good man again in a few years!!"
He saw Typhon half-tied Then Mortarion began to run towards him. At first, they were just running with a staggering trot, but then they turned into a wild sprint.
Hades got into the car and started the engine.
"Get in!"
Mortarion jumped onto the side of the truck and pulled Typhon in along the way.
The moment the two of them entered the car, the engine roared, and Hades immediately entered the state of Akinayama Car King, with the accelerator fully stepped on.
At this time, Mortarion's adoptive father's roar came through under the influence of psychic energy.
"Face me, child, or we will sever all ties!" For a moment, the hollow screams of ghouls seemed to echo from all sides of the narrow mountain pass cliffs. "Did you hear it clearly, bastard? If you dare to run away, I will make sure you die without a burial place! Giving up on me means giving up your life!" "I am no
different from the dead!"
Mortalion shouted loudly. road. He half-crouched in the pocket of the car, raised his pistol and began to aim.
"Until today!"
Bullet roared towards the group of vehicles with his full anger. The bright yellow fireball exploded instantly, roaring and devouring everything on the fuel flowing all over the ground!
Those low gray vehicles, the ugly stitched puppets, the fortress where he once lived...all the past were swallowed up by the blazing flames, reflecting the redness of Mortarion's pupils.
Mortarion cursed and fired wildly at the fortress, and Hades felt like he was trying to shoot the air out of it.
Then Mortarion stood up on the speeding truck and threw the pistol in the direction of the pile of flames. The pistol drew a perfect arc in the air - and then
he took off the pistol on his belt. All the things were untied, and they were all thrown out with wild curses under their breath.
Finally, Mortarion shouted in the direction he passed,
"Fuck you!!!"
Haha, he was the original body in the rebellion period.
Although he felt sorry for the pistol that was thrown out, he had to say that this kind of rebellious behavior seemed quite enjoyable.
Hades, who had now escaped the crisis and was beginning to relax a little, thought to himself.
He whistled and laughed,
"Cool!"
The three of them rushed to their stage with their own thoughts and destiny.
The following chapters all draw heavily on the article "The Buried Dagger".
I'm deeply sorry for this. I really can't think of anything better to say. Moreover, quoting the official words seems to have a more "predetermined fate" feeling. .
If it is infringing or makes people feel uncomfortable, I will modify or delete this article.
As an aside, on the official side, Mortarion and Typhon had a deep, tragic feeling of a little girl being abducted by a shrewd boy for the first half of their lives.
Mortarion trusted Typhon so much that the voice he was talking to himself in his heart was Typhon's voice.
Completely conquered, Mortarion.
(End of chapter)