Trading with Mortarion, an Unexpected Harvest

The Overlord was driven back to the mountains, and the casualties were fewer than Mortarion had anticipated.

But Mortarion did not relax; he gripped his weapon tightly and approached his opponent.

"I am Mortarion, thank you for your help."

He asked tentatively, "Are you human too?"

"My name is Nimrod." The Gene Primarch had already keenly sensed that the surrounding poisonous gas was not thick.

He knew that the threat of poisonous gas varied in different areas of this wild world.

They could survive most of the time in the valleys and low-lying plains where humans lived, before Mortarion helped them create filters.

Just like humans in the Hive World and Industrial World, who undergo adaptive evolution after generations of survival, most ordinary humans from other worlds would die within a short time if they came to this environment without protection.

The real danger lies in the mountainous region where the Xenos Overlord live, and the closer you get to the top, the denser the toxic fog becomes.

Even the Primarch Mortarion, who grew up in such an environment at the mountain's summit, would be affected if he wore a filter.

One reason he ultimately couldn't defeat Necare was that he was Weakening by the poison gas.

Ningli manipulated the Necrodermis to dissipate, revealing a face like a stone sculpture.

The inhaled toxic gas caused him to feel a soreness in his mouth and nose for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

The Barbarus, seeing that he was unaffected, as if he were born in Barbarus, were filled with astonishment.

Nimrod noticed that the wariness in Mortarion's eyes had subsided, but was followed by worry.

[Mortarion's reaction was exactly as I expected.] Nimrod thought to himself.

Mortarion sees himself as the savior of the Barbarus and considers it his mission to kill every Overlord.

He wouldn't welcome a new, powerful figure, because I would threaten his ability to complete his mission.

"I am an outsider, and I wish to make a deal with you."

Upon hearing this, Mortarion breathed a sigh of relief and asked in confusion.

"A trade? What do you want?"

The weapons used by the outsiders, and the flying metal vehicles, were all beyond Mortarion's imagination.

The Barbarus had only rudimentary weapons and farm tools; he didn't know what they had that would appeal to the other side.

"I need the plants and animals of Barbarus," Nimrod said. The creatures of Barbarus live in toxic environments.

Most of them are highly poisonous, while others have strong resistance to poison.

These poisons are useful to "Apothecary," "Biologist," and even "Demoness of Affliction," and may even contain ingredients for potions.

"I also want the heads of the Overlord; I'm very interested in them."

"I will provide you with food, superior weapons, and more durable armor."

"I can also provide you with better filtration devices, and even make targeted improvements based on the toxic gas conditions in the mountains."

"Of course, you'll have to collect the poisonous gas from the mountains yourselves," Nimrod said with a smile.

Mortarion wouldn't refuse such a deal; with food, Mortarion could gather more followers and feed them.

The Barbarus man has the equipment I provided, which will allow him to eliminate the Overlord more quickly. In return, I give up equipment for ordinary people and receive potion ingredients and local flora and fauna. It's a profitable trade.

The enemies were all killed by Mortarion; he successfully completed his mission. I can fulfill the Old Man in Yellow's task without becoming a scapegoat or the target of his hatred.

As Nimrod pondered, Mortarion fell into deep thought.

After arranging other matters, Kalas Typhon, who had just arrived, heard the outsider's offer of a deal.

His eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace to walk to Mortarion's side.

"His qualifications are quite good."

"I agree to your deal. Typhon will act as your representative to negotiate the details," Mortarion said, having no reason to refuse a deal from an outsider.

Nimrod immediately ordered Arsena Dunn to dispatch a transport ship.

Two sidereal hours later, the Barbarus looked up at the enormous black object slowly descending from the sky.

The Servitor, wearing respirators, unloaded the crates.

The first brave Barbarus drank the nutritious porridge, achieving the feat of being full for the first time in his life.

Nimrod's generous advance payment of food made the hesitant Barbarus cheer and accept the deal.

Mortarion carried the food and headed towards the surrounding human settlements.

In just a few days, his human resistance army grew several times larger.

Having liberated the barren land, Mortarion, now able to support more people, recruited followers rapidly without hesitation.

Malena Scarla arrived in Barbarus and excitedly received boxes of poison sent by the people of Barbarus.

On the fourteenth day after Nimrod in Barbarus, Malena, who was beside him, parted her red lips slightly and excitedly reported to him in Vostonian Language.

"To date, 140 species of plants and animals have been acquired through these transactions, bringing the total number to over 7,200."

Nimrod slightly. With the forty-seven Overlord heads he had already moved to the "Nation of Disorder," Barbarus's trip had not been in vain.

His gaze fell on the distance, where Typhon led over a hundred Barbarus men wearing gas masks and gray armor into the camp amidst cheers.

The gas masks were originally stockpiled for use by legion followers and crew, but were temporarily diverted and traded to the Barbarus.

The gray armor, Forge Deck of the Shadow of the Throne, is designed to withstand the walkers driven by the Overlord. The walkers' poisonous slaps and Malice bites will not poison them.

Nimrod's gaze passed over them and landed on the metal cart.

He saw the Blood Red vines inside, their stems and branches densely covered with hooked thorns.

Some of the spikes had gray armor hanging from them, while others had bloody flesh clinging to them.

[The main ingredient for Sequence 6 "Rose Bishop", Flesh Rose.]

As expected, there was an unexpected bonus.

Nimrod's gaze swept over the Barbarus people again, and he noticed that the armor on the arms and other parts of their bodies was damaged, as if it had been torn by something.

Several others were carried on the shoulders of other Barbarus; their greyish-white skin was reddish, as if it were burning red.

They fell into a coma, their bodies trembling slightly from time to time.

"Malena, give them the antidote."

Malena immediately went over. Nimrod forbade her to use Psionic Energy in Barbarus, but even without Biochemical Psionic Power, detoxification was not difficult for the "Biologist".

Nimrod walked towards Typhon and said:

"I'm very interested in these plants; I'd be willing to pay a hundred steel-forged sickles for them."

Typhon's gloomy face immediately lit up with joy.

"Nimrod, thank you for your generosity."

"I need more, the more the better," Nimrod said again, noticing Typhon's hesitation.

"I will provide an antidote and protective gloves for picking the fruit."

"Thank you for your generosity." Just as Typhon agreed, cheers erupted again from the camp.

The thunderous cheers were even louder than when Typhon entered.

Mortarion, clad in grey armor, strode into the camp.

His heavy armor made a creaking sound as he walked.

A dozen or so children, chained together, were driven into the camp in terror by the gray-armored Warrior.

The Barbarus in the camp were taken aback when they saw them, and then they all started cursing angrily.

A burly Barbarus woman hurled a half-finished object from her hand.

The piece of wood, already showing signs of a cup shape, smashed hard onto a boy's head.

"You sorcerer bastard, die!"

Most Barbarus had eyes that burned with hatred and rage.

Nimrod's gaze swept over all the Barbarus. He knew that, because their enslaved Overlord had used Psionic Energy, in the hearts of the Barbarus, anyone who used witchcraft deserved to die.

These children who were brought back were all Psyker.

However, not everyone is like that.

The Primarch astutely observed that only Typhon and the dozen or so people closest to him looked at the children who had been brought back without hatred in their eyes.

Nimrod's gaze finally settled on the chain hanging from Mortarion's right little finger.

The other end of the chain was tightly locked around a boy's neck.

The boy struggled desperately, but to no avail.

With each step Mortarion took, the boy was pulled into the air.

He staggered and fell to the ground, again and again.

The Primarch stared at the child and immediately understood why Mortarion had been holding the child alone.

Not only did he have a resolute gaze and not beg for mercy like other children, but he also possessed powerful Psionic Energy abilities.

His instinctual, Psionic Energy were stronger than those of the other children.

As he walked, the Barbarus around him instinctively avoided him.