87 Mortarion Soloed Trazyn

"Wait, what was that?!"

Hades's eyes widened. He saw that unbelievable being—a tiny chibi figure struggling in Trazyn's hand, something that simply should not have existed in this world.

As a miniature enthusiast, Hades's mind really did go blank for a moment. Instinct moved before reason; as an extension of his senses, the Null Field reached out first.

The tiny Death Guard let out an even sharper cry this time, desperately hammering Trazyn's hand. It actually fought free and gained a sliver of hope for escape!

Clang!

The tiny Death Guard hit the floor and sprinted across it with astonishing speed.

"Wait!" Trazyn shouted. "Put away that huge black tongue from your Warp! You're scaring my little collectible!!!"

"What?!"

Hades decided that Trazyn's affairs could wait for now. His full attention had been captured by the tiny Death Guard. It was something no miniature enthusiast could refuse—though the proportions were a little off, the details were incredibly rich, not to mention that it was alive.

It carried Mortarion's aura—Emperor above, why did the Pale Lord have something like this?

He wanted to play with it.

?!

Could—could it be—Nur—Nurglings?!

Mor—Mortarionlings?!

Hades remained in a state of shock as he watched the little thing prepare to burrow into a tangle of equipment cables.

"Hey! Hey! Don't crawl in there! It's dangerous!"

Hades decided to embody the spirit of helping others. It definitely was not because he wanted to catch a tiny Mortarionling to play with.

However, his words clearly frightened the Mortarionling even more. The little fellow flailed its stubby legs and desperately wriggled deeper into the corner.

Trazyn began putting on protective gear, while Hades stood up. He walked over to where the Mortarionling was, crouched down, and tried to fish it out from among the equipment.

A scream came