Mosang, what is your ninja way?

Chapter 20 19. Mosang, What is Your Ninja Way?

Barbarus, Southern Swamps, Morit Village.

Hades' third year in the South.

The thick fog churned, white waves like a tide, wisps of coldness eroding the surrounding temperature, and the poisonous mist constantly tried to drown those who found themselves within.

Hades and Mortarion sat upright in the mist. Seeing Hades, who had been joking just moments before, suddenly become serious, Mortarion couldn't help but become serious as well.

"That... Death God."

"Hmm?"

"You're fighting for the people, right?"

Hades cautiously glanced at the thin youth leaning against Mortarion. This youth was the epitome of the countless rebels who followed Mortarion's uprising—

They abandoned everything from their past, silenced their pain, all to make themselves stronger, even stronger, to become an unbreakable blade in Mortarion's hand, fighting for the liberation of mankind.

But, what if Mortarion wasn't what he seemed, fighting for the liberation of mankind?

After Hades spoke, Mortarion's eyes instantly sharpened, his amber eyes appearing and disappearing in the fog, like the eyes of a predator hidden in the jungle.

"I've always done so. Why do you ask, Hades?"

Hades sighed softly.

"What if an opportunity arose where you lost everything you had before, in exchange for the victory of the people?"

Why ask that?

Mortarion silently clenched his fist. Of course he would, why wouldn't he? After all, it was humanity that gave him, who had nothing before, a renewed sense of purpose.

"Of course, I would choose the people. It is these people who chose me. They are willing to become my blade, and I will certainly live up to their trust. And... Hades, you shouldn't ask such absurd and childish questions."

It was humanity that allowed Mortarion to find his purpose. Of course, he would not abandon these companions who followed him.

"What if losing everything included giving up your revenge on the Alien Lord Nac'Lare?"

Before Hades could finish speaking, Mortarion instantly erupted, his giant scythe pointing directly at Hades' head.

The scythe whirled like a whirlwind, directly splitting the waves of fog, instantly cutting the sky full of white mist in half! The wind from the blade continued to surge, tearing through the fog hundreds of meters away!

Crap, too fast!!!

Hades barely managed to muster his strength to raise his scythe to block, but Mortarion's unique, heavy, and enormous scythe was already resting on Hades' neck.

Is this the power of a Primarch?

At this moment, Mortarion was kneeling on the ground, one hand holding the scythe, and the other carefully placing the youth's head slowly on the ground.

His eyes stared fixedly at Hades, cold, suspicious, and fearful. Hades was certain that he had just seen a hint of madness in Mortarion's eyes.

Did Hades collude with the Aliens?

"What did my foster father tell you?"

"No, nothing. I haven't encountered Nac'Lare."

Hades tried to keep his tone as light as possible, but clearly, the cold sensation on his neck constantly threatened him—Mortarion even deliberately suppressed his strength, letting the scythe's blade press right against Hades' artery.

Mortarion was silent.

"Then why did you say that?"

Why did he ask that? Why did he ask this? Was he controlled by the Aliens? Did he not trust Mortarion?

"I want to know which is more important: humanity, or the plan in your own heart."

"Are you helping humanity because you hate Nac'Lare, or are you choosing to resist the Aliens because of humanity?"

Just that?

He asked him that just for this?

But Mortarion himself had not thought about this question.

So what is Mortarion's own answer?...

Hades felt Mortarion's scrutinizing gaze cutting him open again and again, wishing he could dissect Hades' entire being.

Of course, he could feel Hades' blood pressure rising and his heart pounding wildly.

Seemingly certain that Hades had no malicious intent and hadn't been controlled by witchcraft—

"Clang!"

Mortarion put down the giant scythe. The heavy scythe slammed into the ground, splashing bits of mud, and the muffled thud slowly echoed in the thick fog.

"That situation doesn't exist."

Mortarion said softly.

"It doesn't exist. The people here are oppressed by the Aliens, and these Alien Lords will never give up on enslaving and abusing humanity."

"As long as the Aliens are not eliminated, the true peace of mankind will never come, and my promise to liberate them will never come true."

And that bastard... that monster who relied on sorcery, arrogant and conceited. That piece of trash who treated them like livestock!

"Nac'Lare must be killed! I will personally kill him and bring true liberation to humanity!"

Hades watched as Mortarion was consumed by anger and regret.

Yes, if it weren't for that man from beyond the stars, the question Hades had just asked would never have arisen. Mortarion would eventually accumulate power and then slay the demon in his heart.

But... Hades knew that man, the Emperor, would descend.

At that time, the question Hades asked would have real meaning; it was an inevitable existence.

Just like it was written in the original story, He would descend.

He would sit in a magnificently carved, golden, and technologically advanced aircraft made with humanity's most cutting-edge technology.

He would descend on his throne onto the widest and most fertile black soil of Barbarus.

He would walk slowly and dramatically onto this land, and the perennial toxic gas of Barbarus would automatically dissipate around him.

His face was handsome and blurred, his figure tall and sturdy, and his golden armor shimmered with the most exquisite colors imaginable to any human.

Everything on Barbarus paled in comparison to him.

The first Death Guard outpost to discover him would kneel before him, trembling and weeping.

Mortarion, The people you trusted, the partners you were proud of, the soldiers you relied on would willingly submit to him.

Even if you gave these people everything, even if you promised them your future, even if you believed in them with anticipation.

But that man merely stood there; he hadn't even said anything yet.

They submitted; they had already surrendered everything.

After all, he was the Emperor.

After all, they were human.

He would walk forward, with the most elegant posture imaginable to humans, and heal the first wounded soldier he encountered, even if that soldier's injuries seemed completely untreatable.

He would heal him; the injuries would heal instantly, and the rest would kneel before him, singing praises of the miracle.

They would joyfully lead him into the fortress you painstakingly built, they would invite him to sit in the most honorable seat in the conference hall, and they would surround him, listening to him tell of distant miracles and old dreams.

And you, Mortarion.

You had just fled in a hurry from a failed attack, and you listened in panic and horror as your sentries reported to you this miracle from beyond the heavens.

Wanting to make yourself less like a defeated dog, you mustered your courage and walked into your conference hall, but at the first sight of him—

You knew you had lost everything.

You were abandoned by your humans.

You were a defeated dog.

"I am... your friend, come to Barbarus to seek a noble soul," he added. "To seek you."

"Thousands of worlds away, you have been away from the Imperium for far too long. My lost kin, it is time to return to our embrace. I assure you, glory and wealth await. The dawn of a new era is at hand."

He wanted you to submit and leave with him.

How could you possibly go?

Barbarus, the people of Barbarus, this was everything to you.

But clearly, this guy had already taken it all away.

Apart from hatred for Nac'Lare, Mortarion had nothing at this moment.

He saw it too, using your hatred and future to gamble with him.

But the battle with Nac'Lare was one you lost.

You lost completely, losing everything.

At this moment, the seeds of betrayal had been sown, waiting to sprout.

The "anchor" locking the past, present, and future was set.

He in the High Heavens smiled with satisfaction.

Hades looked at Mortarion in front of him, his eyes filled with anger towards his foster father Nac'Lare, but also mixed with hope and determination for the liberation of mankind.

How can I change this predetermined fate?

Congratulations, Hades is working hard to improve his persuasive skills today so as not to become a stinky can.

I've sent it to countless groups and it's all gone, (;Д｀), just add qq 2834827638, I don't check qq often, so the reply may be slow.

I supplemented Mortarion's inner journey. To be honest, when I read Mortarion's biography, I had this feeling that this guy hated the Emperor, in a sense, because the Emperor's arrival was too high-profile, and Mortarion himself was a Primarch who was particularly weak in terms of high-profile and gorgeousness—and then he was done for.

Later, I will add 100 reasons why Mortarion hates the Emperor. (Ahem, an exaggeration.)