Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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Now tell me, my brother, if I leave now, is your Sevita still alive?

But Koz seemed not to hear him. He stood frozen, his muscles twitching uncontrollably, as if dragged into that boundless hell by a prophecy.

[Konrad Coates? Konrad Coates?!]

"Snapped!"

Motalian slapped Koz cleanly and decisively across the face; the skin on his face, which had come into close contact with the bomb, was barely visible.

Is Seveta still alive?

Koz was trembling, his eyeballs looked like they were about to burst, and Mortalian felt Conrad's pulse was too fast, fast enough that he could explode and bleed at any moment.

So Mortalian gave Conrad Coz another dose of tranquilizer.

Is Sevita still alive? Don't test my patience, Conrad.

Koz stared intently at Mortarian, blood beginning to seep from the sockets of his eyes.

"My blood pressure is still too high," Mortarian thought silently.

So he gave Koz another injection.

Give me an answer, or else—

Mortarian raised the white bullet in his hand.

Koz started nodding, then started shaking his head, frantically shaking his head, clearly confused.

Mortarian relished Koz's suffering; he was pleased.

When Koz finally stopped, he wiped the blood splattered on Conrad's face.

Now we will proceed to the second step.

Motalian said he stared at Conrad because Motalian was so tall that he had to tilt his head slightly to stare intently into Conrad's eyes.

I apologize to my commander.

Mortarian held up a vial of potion, glanced at Koz, and then moved it in front of Severta.

If you believe yourself to be righteous, then why didn't the criminal apologize to the victim's close friend?

You don't have to apologize, but at least you've secured a future.

Now, I apologize.

Koz shuddered again as if by a seizure. Mortarian was getting bored with the repetitive pain and looked at Sevita with disinterest, waiting for his third step.

Finally, Koz's lips moved. Mortarian didn't know whether he had succumbed to the prophecy, to Severta's fate, or to his nonexistent sense of justice.

But he recorded the footage so he could show it to Hades later.

Finally, there is the third step.

Mortarian shoved the potion from his hand into Koz's curled-up hand, which he could barely hold.

Then he put another grenade into Coz's other hand.

Now you have a medicine that can save your bat cubs; no one else can save them.

Mortarian dropped his usual smile and stared blankly at Koz.

But I can't say for sure, because it could also be poison.

Here are two ideas for you.

Motalian casually pointed to the explosives in Coz's hand.

[This is a white bullet. Get close to Sevita, activate it, and then use your damn prophecy again.]

[Or, I'll tell you, I, Mortarion, Lord of Death, am not a scoundrel, a piece of trash, like you.]

Okay, goodbye.

Mortarian stood up and casually brushed the dust off his clothes.

You can continue to await the Empire's judgment on the Midnight Lord.

He kicked away the steel bar nailed to Koz's right hand, twisting Koz's arm into an unnatural angle. Mortarian ignored him and walked away.

With a heavy heart, Conrad Coates carried his pain and his apology.

In the deep corridors of the Nightfall, the laughter of the dead echoed, and the poisonous gas of the corpses spread with him. Among the Midnight Lords, not one dared to step forward to investigate.

The Avengers who crawled out of hell will become one of the Night Lord's deepest fears.

In the darkness abandoned by Mortarian, Conrad Coz crawled to Sevita's side in a twisted, painful posture.

He could see nothing clearly anymore; the world had become a blur in his eyes.

He trembled as he slumped his arm onto Sevita. He should... he should...

Mortalian wasn't constantly increasing his psionic power. Whenever Koz fell into the deepest part of the prophecy, the evil darkness would immediately drag him out and throw him onto the shore like a dehydrated fish.

He stared at Sevita.

He saw it, he didn't see it, he died, he lived, he saw it, he didn't see it! It wasn't what he saw! He couldn't see it! He didn't want to see it!

The hand holding the ammunition trembled and twitched uncontrollably.

The touch brought him back to reality.

Sevita was not dead yet. As if in a final burst of energy, he opened his eyes and grasped the hand of the ammunition held by Koz.

He shook his head.

Koz had completely broken down, but the large amount of the drug accumulated in his blood made it impossible for him to escape or get away from here. He could only stay here and watch Sevita die little by little.

Sevita's gaze shifted to the vial of medicine.

He just stared at Conrad Coz as if to say he didn't want to die.

He doesn't want to die.

Koz trembled, using all his courage to stare at the vial of medicine.

Sevita's breathing gradually became steady, and Conrad Coz lay prostrate beside her.

He whimpered, for the Lord of Night never wept, and blood streamed down his face.

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Chapter 295 Awakening and Deeply Shocked

pain.

A vague unease, darkness, pain.

Hades vaguely recognized the rustling sound as the sound of paper rubbing together, and the paper type was the same as the one that Seghanus had flipped through before.

He opened his eyes.

The dim, familiar ceiling stared at him, the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with the slight odor characteristic of medical gel.

Why is he here again?

Hades opened his mouth slightly and let out a muffled groan of pain and resignation.

"water."

The moment the words left his mouth, he realized he had made a mistake. He had subconsciously spoken Barbalus, while the apothecary who usually cared for him was of Terran descent.

A glass of water moved past his line of sight, and Hades took it, saying thank you.

He stood up with the glass of water, turning his head as he drank. The sensation of the cold water flowing down his esophagus made him feel much better.

Then Hades saw Mortarian, who was almost wrapped up like a dumpling in bandages, Vox, whose legs were in braces, and Garo, whose arm seemed to have been dislocated.

Realizing that Hades had woken up, the three men looked up from the documents in their hands and stared at him.

……ah?

Hades briefly lost his focus, trying to recall what had happened before he lost consciousness. Finally, he remembered that all he wanted to do was tear Conrad Coz apart, and he seemed to have said something to Mortalian…

...He hoped the situation was still under control.

Hades raised his hand shakily, pointing at Mortalian, who was wrapped up like a mummy. Faced with the Primarch, the apothecary could only perform some simple external wound treatment.

"Koz hit him?"

The joy in Mortarion's eyes vanished immediately, but surprisingly, the Lord of Death didn't get angry; he simply nodded silently.

Hades then looked at Vox and Garo, pointing to Vox, whose bed was the second closest to his.

"The Midnight Lord...was he a merchant?"

Did they really go and board the ship?

Seeing Hades's shock, Vox guiltily looked away.

"No."

“That’s… another Night Lord, who?”

Not only were his legs broken, but Vox's entire body was covered in wounds that almost exposed the bone. Hades was well aware of Vox's strength. Were there really some ruthless people hidden among the Night Lords?

Or... if things get even worse, could it be that Shadowmoon Wolf has also made a move?!

Vox muttered something under his breath.

Hades didn't hear clearly.

"What did you say, Vox? Who did it?"

"Senior Galo."

HadesBrain.exe is not responding.

Galo silently watched Hades look at her absentmindedly. Before Hades could ask a question, Galo spoke first.

"Vox hit him."

Garo found it somewhat amusing; he had never seen Hades make such an expression before. He watched as Hades silently placed the cup the Primarch had given him aside, and then shakily lay down again.

Finally, Hades closed his eyes peacefully, as if he had passed away.

What made Gara even happier was that, seeing Hades' reaction, Mortarian and Vox fell silent themselves.

Of course, Galo would not use the word "guilty conscience" to describe the original body.

As the most relaxed person in the entire medical room, Garo enjoyed the reactions of the others with a strange feeling. The wound under his ribs, torn open by Vox's scythe, was still throbbing, but that did not prevent him from feeling a certain pleasure.

Finally, Hades opened his eyes in despair. The commander lay on the bed, his face ashen, turning his head away—

Before him remained the same: the zongzi-shaped Mortarian, the one-legged Vox, and the one-armed Garo.

Hades suddenly sat up in bed, and because he sat up so abruptly, he had to gasp.

"All right,"

Hades asked with a look of despair,

"Tell me what happened, I can handle it."

Gara noticed that Mortalian, who had been frozen in place because of Hades' actions, visibly relaxed.

[Great... I thought you'd lost your mind, Hades.]

Mortarian murmured, casually patting Hades with the document in his hand, gesturing for him to lie back down.

Focus on recovering from your injury; the matter has been resolved.

Then Mortalian helplessly saw Hades staring at him blankly with a dreamy expression.

Hades couldn't understand it at all. The matter was resolved... so why were Garo and Vox also in the medical room?

What kind of plot development led to this scene before his eyes?

Hades ultimately chose to temporarily abandon his thinking; he couldn't figure it out, and he needed more information…

Finally, Hades chose to ask the question that concerned him most first. He stared seriously at Mortarian and asked,