Mortarion: Coming Back Didn't Mean Working Overtime

That was how it was.

Mortarion spoke wearily. The accumulated events of ages past left him exhausted and pained... Hades had once taught him to communicate with words first, and resort to force only if communication failed.

But over the years, Mortarion had increasingly come to appreciate the importance of striking first.

If one blow could kill, there was no need to waste words.

Hades did not answer him. Mortarion raised his face in slight surprise and saw Hades staring back at him, solemn and silent.

Seeing Mortarion look at him, Hades blinked.

"...You've worked hard."

Hades said. Perhaps Mortarion's methods had been flawed, but considering the Pale Lord's state at the time... he should not blame the Lord of Death.

Mortarion spread his hands. It was all in the past.

At the very least, they had also... The Pale Lord fell silent for a moment. I do not wish to gloat over their misfortune. Angron and Guilliman helped me greatly—but in this matter, they have indeed received their punishment.

At least... He looked away, staring at the relief of the God-Emperor and the Underking on the wall. The outcome was good.

Mortarion immediately added another question.

Did this disgust you, Hades?

Hades smiled. "I'm a pragmatist. If it works, that's enough."

...You... did it make you uncomfortable?

"Not as disgusting as having a C'tan speak to me," Hades said with a smile. "Don't worry. If I truly lose control, I'll go blow up Chaos directly."

Mortarion smiled as well.

Then I shall go kill the remaining three.

?!

"Wait?!" Hades shouted. "Three???"

Mortarion snorted out white mist.

The Emperor.

He said Malcador had fallen. The sacred number was five, and he occupied the first position.

He watched as Hades seemed frozen in place, his expression changing through a spectacular