I Don't Want To Become a Gas Tank, Aaaah!

Chapter 39 37. I Don't Want to Become a Gas Canister, Aaaaaah!

Endurance, a Space Marine's personal quarters.

Now.

Hades—no, He Shi now—was sitting at his beloved little desk, painting his beloved little miniatures.

He put down the 30k Mortarion he had just finished painting and stretched. He looked up; a small display case sat on the desk near the wall.

He Shi thought for a moment, then casually took out the Emperor figurine he had bought online, unsure of its authenticity.

He nonchalantly placed the two little guys on the desk, and then—

The Mortarion miniature moved and even spoke, The miniature laughed maniacally and pulled out an alien head from who knows where, "Hahahaha! I finally killed you! Father!!!"

The Emperor figurine watched the Mortarion miniature silently from a distance. Mortarion noticed it, "And who are you, stranger?"

The Emperor figurine suddenly began to emit a dazzling golden light!

"Wo nen die!"

Hades, lying on the bed, instantly opened his eyes.

What a strange dream!

That was the first reaction of Hades' brain after waking up from a long coma.

The second reaction was—

Holy crap!!!!

As his consciousness cleared, his fully modified body functions began to operate at full power.

And the first thing his brain received was the perception of his surroundings.

An odor struck Hades' very soul!

It was like an ultra-ultra-strong version of lemon + mint + licorice + enhanced concentrated disinfectant + enhanced 84 disinfectant mixed together, then thrown into an ice cellar to freeze into ice-filled cold water, then mixed with aged vinegar + chili water + super-concentrated alcohol + chlorine water, then thrown into the refrigerator to freeze just right, Then, stuffing this concoction into a compression pump and using a high-pressure water gun to blast it into Hades' lungs at full power!

Hades felt like his brain was about to be scrambled by the smell.

He subconsciously sat up abruptly, coughing uncontrollably, one hand covering his mouth and nose, the other clutching his throat.

"Cough cough cough cough wo cough cough... crap."

In all fairness, Barbarus was a world filled with poisonous gases, divided into high, medium, and low toxicity, but with no "non-toxic" option at all.

It's like keeping someone in a smelly environment, then increasing their sense of smell by a hundred times, and then throwing them into clean air. No one could stand it.

And that was Hades' current situation.

Even though he had been inhaling clean air while unconscious, when his cerebral cortex became active and his consciousness awakened, receiving such different environmental information right away caused Hades to experience a strong stress response.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough cough!!"

A large hand reached out, holding a spherical incense burner. The simple, carved, hollowed-out bronze incense burner was engraved with a few words in the Barbarus language—

"Born in the Poisoned Domain, Silenced in the Miasmic Land."

A familiar, warm, fascinating, and home-like scent wafted slowly from the small incense burner.

The pale, gaunt, bone-like hand brought the cute and charming little incense burner to Hades' side.

"Cough cough cough cough... tha... cough cough... thanks!"

Having just woken up from a long coma, forcibly rebooted by the fresh air, and feeling dizzy, Hades didn't care about his image and unceremoniously snatched the little incense burner, then shoved it up to his nose.

The warm, heated, gentle scent immediately diluted the stimulating and icy air.

Hades hugged the incense burner and took a few deep breaths, first to counteract the stimulating sensation.

Then, he forcibly slowed down his breathing, which had suddenly become rapid due to his stress response. His fully modified body faithfully executed the commands given by his brain.

Steady, steady, smoke slowly flowed out of the hollowed-out areas in small streams.

Finally, Hades calmed down.

He looked up.

Hades was currently in a spacious, simple room. The room was not small, and the ceiling was higher than most houses on Barbarus. A tall workbench stood against the wall, with some basic tools on it, and some weapons were neatly hung on the wall.

As for Hades, he was wearing simple casual clothes and was currently sitting halfway up on a simple bed, with only a rectangular pillow and no blanket.

The temperature in the room was just right, so there was no need for a blanket.

Inside the room, the one who most captivated Hades was undoubtedly the one who had just handed him the incense burner.

The towering Primarch was seated in a chair that seemed slightly small for his frame.

Mortarion wasn't wearing armor, only simple combat fatigues. A gray cloak draped to the floor, and a dull, moss-green tunic was cinched by dark brown leather straps, with occasional silver-white clasps glinting on the straps, breaking up the dark tones.

He wore black trousers on his lower body, with grayish-white leggings tightly binding the excess fabric. The edges of his heavy gray boots were sharp, and the soles were extremely thick.

A circular silver badge, slightly exaggerated compared to Mortarion's overall attire, adorned his belt.

The once-perfectly round badge was disrupted by six protruding spikes, three on each side, with a skull carved in the center.

Hades was intimately familiar with it: it was the symbol of the Death Guard.

Several slender bronze chains hung from his shoulders, with the incense burner that slowly emitted poisonous fumes attached to them. One of the clasps on the chains was missing an incense burner—

The incense burner was now in Hades's hands.

Mortarion looked at Hades, his face, unusually free of a rebreather, displaying a hint of amusement and relief.

"It seems I'm not the only one unaccustomed to the air here."

Hades blinked blankly. Wait, just now, just now, so that pungent smell was normal air?!

No!!!!

He didn't want to become a walking gas tank, aaaaaaaah!

But now wasn't the time for Hades to wail. He quickly sorted out the situation.

He and Mortarion must have been rescued by the Emperor, and he had been transformed into a Death Guard Space Marine.

And Hades was currently on a Death Guard warship.

Of course, regardless of anything else, the first thing to do was confirm one thing.

Hades composed himself, his face becoming serious.

"Mortarion, your duel with Nac'Lare, what was the final result?"

A smile bloomed on the Death Lord's lips.

"I killed him. After you lost consciousness, that monster, weakened by his previous injuries, couldn't overcome me."

Ah, is that so?

Wasn't it... wait?

Hades distinctly remembered... he couldn't quite recall... uh... it seemed like that?

Perhaps he had already lost consciousness at the time, or maybe the transformation surgery had blurred his memories.

In any case, it was good that Mortarion had killed Nac'Lare in the end!

In short, Hades's efforts hadn't been in vain.

"Congratulations! You did it, Mortarion!"

Hades couldn't help but smile as well, though his smile was noticeably more exaggerated than the Death Lord's, his mouth almost splitting open.

"Sorry I passed out at the end, didn't help much."

"No."

Mortarion gently shook his head.

"If you hadn't helped me suppress Nac'Lare's Psychic Power the first time, the outcome of that battle... would have been hard to say."

The Death Lord's eyes were filled with gratitude. In contrast, Hades, having learned the final result, seemed rather carefree.

"Haha, don't be modest, Mortarion. I really didn't help much."

"But, what's the situation? Aren't we on Barbarus?"

Hades seemed to only now realize the environment they were currently in.

Mortarion smiled inwardly. Rather than Hades asking about his own situation, he would first ask Mortarion about the final result of the duel.

This move, this move had once again boosted his favorability.

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