Chapter 39 37. I don’t want to be a poison gas tank!
Endurance, Space Marine personal quarters.
Now.
Hades
- no, it's He Shi now. He is sitting in front of his beloved little desk, painting his beloved little chess pieces.
He put down the 30k Mortarion he had just painted in his hand and stretched. He looked up and saw a small exhibition box placed near the wall on the desk.
He Shi thought for a while and took out the emperor figure that he had bought online before and did not know whether it was authentic or fake from the exhibition box.
He put the two little guys on the table out of boredom, and then -
the little Mortarion chess piece started to move and even spoke.
The little chess piece laughed, and then took out an alien from somewhere. head,
"Hahahahahaha! I finally killed you! Father!!!"
The emperor's figure silently looked at Mortarion's little chess piece not far away, and Mortarion noticed it,
"Who are you, stranger?"
The emperor figure suddenly began to glow with dazzling golden light!
"Daddy!" Hades
,
who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes instantly.
What a strange dream!
This was the first reaction of Hades' brain after he woke up after falling into a long coma.
The second reaction was—
fuck! ! ! !
With the awakening of autonomous consciousness, all the completely transformed body functions began to operate at normal power.
The first thing the brain receives is the perception of the surrounding environment.
A smell went straight to the depths of Hades's soul!
It's like mixing a super super super strong version of lemon + mint + licorice + an enhanced version of concentrated disinfectant + an enhanced version of 84 disinfectant, and then throw it into the ice cellar to freeze it into cold water with floating ice cubes, and then add it with mature vinegar + chili water + super concentrated alcohol + chlorine water, and then throw it into the refrigerator until it is just frozen. Then
, stuff all this stuff into the compression pump, use a high-pressure water gun, blast it into Hades' lung tube, and start to maximum power!
Hades felt like his brain was going to be messed up by this breath.
He subconsciously sat up suddenly and couldn't stop coughing violently. He covered his mouth and nose with one hand and strangled his throat with the other hand.
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough."
To be fair, Barbarus is a world full of poisonous gases. It is divided into high poisonous, poisonous, and low poisonous gases, but there is no "non-toxic" option at all.
It's like a person has been in an environment with a strange smell, and then his olfactory sensitivity is increased a hundred times, and then he is thrown into clean air. This is something that a person cannot stand.
This is currently the case with Hades.
Even though he was inhaling clean air when he was in a coma, when the cerebral cortex became active and his autonomous consciousness awakened, he received such different environmental information, causing Hades to have a strong stress reaction for a while.
"Cough cough. Cough cough cough cough!!"
A big hand stretched out, holding a spherical incense burner. On the simple hollow brass-colored incense burner, there were engraved a few words in Barbarus -
" Born in a poisonous land, kept silent in a miasma."
A familiar, gentle, and fascinating smell of hometown slowly floated from the small incense burner.
The pale, thin, bone-like hand handed the cute and charming little incense burner to Hades' side.
"Cough cough cough. Thank you. Cough cough cough. Thank you!"
Hades, who had just woken up from a long coma and was forced to turn on his phone by the fresh air, was dizzy and had no regard for his personal image. He was not polite at all. He grabbed the small incense burner and put it to his nose.
The warm, soft breath with heat immediately diluted the irritating and cold air.
Hades held the small incense burner and took a few deep breaths to wash away the stimulating feeling just now.
Then, he forced himself to slow down his breathing, which suddenly became rapid due to the stress he had just received. Of course, his completely transformed body faithfully executed the orders given by his brain.
Smooth and smooth smoke slowly floats out from the hollow in small streams.
Finally, Hades calmed down.
He looked up. Hades is currently in an empty and simple room. The room is not small, and the ceiling is higher than the average house on Barbarus. A tall workbench is placed next to the wall, with some basic tools on it
.
There are some weapons hung neatly.
As for Hades, he was wearing simple regular clothes and was currently half-sitting on a simple bed. There was no quilt except for a rectangular pillow.
The temperature in the room is also just right, so there is no need for a quilt.
And the person who attracted Hades the most in the room must be the one who just handed him the incense burner.
The tall Primarch was sitting in a chair that was slightly small for his size.
Mortarion did not wear armor, but wore simple combat uniforms. A gray cloak hung down to the ground. His dim moss green top was tied up with dark brown leather strips. Silver-white buckles were occasionally dotted on the strips, shining brightly. Glowing, breaking the darkness of his body.
The lower body is wearing black trousers, gray-white leggings tightly holding the excess folds of the trousers, and thick gray boots with sharp edges and extremely thick soles.
A slightly exaggerated round silver medal compared to Mortarion's body suit is decorated on Mortarion's belt.
The originally perfectly round silver medal was broken by six protruding spikes. There were three spikes on the left and right sides, and a skull was carved in the center of the silver medal.
——Hades is very familiar with this. It is the symbol of the Death Guard.
Several slender copper-colored chains hung from his shoulders, and the incense burner slowly emitting poisonous gas was tied to these chains. There was an incense burner missing from the buckle of one chain -
this incense burner was now in Hades's hand.
Mortarion looked at Hades, and there was
a funny and relieved expression on his face, which was rare without a gas mask. "
It seems that I am not the only one who is not used to the air here."
Hades blinked blankly. , wait, he just now, he just now, so is that pungent smell just now normal air? !
No! ! ! !
He doesn't want to be a gas canister, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
But now was not the time for Hades to wail, and Hades quickly sorted out the situation.
He and Mortarion were supposedly rescued by the Emperor, who had then been transformed into Death Guard Space Marines.
And Hades should be in the Death Guard's battleship now.
Of course, regardless of anything else, one thing must be determined first.
Hades straightened his expression and his face became serious,
"Mortarion, how did your duel with Naklay end?"
A smile bloomed at the corner of the Death God's mouth,
"I killed it, in After you fell into coma, that monster couldn't defeat me because of its previous injuries."
Alas, is that so?
Didn't you wait then?
Hades clearly remembers it. He can't remember clearly. Uh. It seems like this?
Maybe he was unconscious at the time, or maybe the reconstructive surgery blurred his memory.
Anyway, it will be fine if Mortarion kills Naklay in the end!
In short, Dis's previous efforts were not in vain.
"Congratulations! You did it, Mortarion!"
Hades couldn't help but laugh, but his smile was obviously more exaggerated than that of the God of Death, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the sky.
"Sorry, I passed out in the end, it wasn't too much." Help."
"No."
Mortarion shook his head slightly,
"If you hadn't helped me suppress Naklay's psychic energy for the first time, it's hard to say whether this battle would be won or lost."
Death. His eyes were full of gratitude. In contrast, Hades, who learned the final result, looked careless, "
Haha, don't be modest, Mortarion, I really didn't help much." "
But, this What's going on? We're not in Barbarus now, are we?"
Hades seemed to have just realized the environment the two of them were currently in.
Mortarion smiled inwardly. Compared to Hades's own situation, he would indeed ask Mortarion about the final outcome of the decisive battle first.
This wave, this wave is another wave of favorability.
Happy reading (°3°)
(End of this chapter)