My Life as A Death Guard (Warhammer 30K Male MC)

Barbarus, Northern Mountains, Old Stronghold.

Now.

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The originally plain and sparsely decorated conference room had now become magnificently resplendent. 

Though no additional decorations had been added, merely the presence of the man sitting casually in the center of the room transformed this unassuming place into one of lavish grandeur.

The man wore a pure white robe, with intricate and elaborate patterns outlined in fine gold thread. 

However, from a distance, the golden threads were almost invisible, making the robe appear to shimmer with golden light as it moved.

Numerous high-ranking generals crowded the periphery of the conference room, yet none dared approach the man. 

They only gazed at him with profound respect and awe.

The man sat there quietly, his eyes filled with both compassion and sorrow, yet they quickly shifted to reveal sternness and a murderous aura. 

His long black hair cascaded freely, appearing as if each strand had been meticulously sculpted by an artist who had devoted their entire life to its creation.

The man's golden eyes seemed to pierce through the walls of the room, cutting across vast distances to reach the highest peak far away.

Is it still not enough?

The man, who had been as still as a green jade, suddenly moved. 

He reached out and grasped the sword sheathed at his waist.

+Transmission—

Wait?!

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Barbarus, Northern Mountains, Xenos Overlord Necare Territory, Mountain Summit.

At the Same Time.

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Hades' vision blurred, large swathes of black and green filled his sight.

As his consciousness teetered on the edge of an abyss, Hades saw Mortarion's trembling form finally collapse under the crushing weight of the psychic energy and poisonous gas, dropping to one knee.

No. 

No.

It shouldn't end like this.

And then, Hades plunged into the black void of unconsciousness.

At the very moment when Hades lost his last shred of consciousness, the powerful will to survive and the intense unwillingness to succumb, unleashed the compressed black domain with an explosive force!

Before this, Hades' black domain could not expand to its full extent because his body lacked the strength. Forcing it would have caused his body to break down.

But now, his dying body instinctively chose to fight with all its might!

—It was a colossal explosion in utter silence—

The massive spherical black domain suddenly enveloped the entire mountain summit. 

Unlike the previously thin, light blackness when expanded, this black domain was of the purest black, as if no light could escape its grasp. 

It mercilessly devoured everything in its path!

The Xenos Overlord Necare instantly fell to his knees, his skin beginning to bleed outward as if he were an overripe tomato squeezed to bursting. 

His eyes bulged, and the left hand that once gripped Oblivion let go, frantically clawing at his own chest.

Mortarion, standing opposite him, also trembled violently, clutching his scythe tightly. 

Blood began to seep from his seven orifices, slowly oozing from his mouth.

The silent suppression of the black domain seemed to last an eternity, yet it also felt like it passed in an instant.

As the black domain began to recede like the ebbing tide, its pure blackness slowly turned transparent—

Mortarion, his entire body rotting from the corrosive poison, stubbornly held onto his scythe, standing up in a miraculous posture.

His face was covered in a foamy mix of blood, corroded by the toxic fumes, and his consciousness, assaulted by the black domain, hung precariously by a thread.

Mortarion felt as though he was hanging onto the edge of his consciousness by his fingernails, barely staying awake.

He limped and dragged himself across the ground, until he stood before the kneeling, blood-spitting Necare who was still clawing at his chest.

He raised his scythe.

Necare, as if awakening from a long dream, looked up with his mouth agape, gazing at the reaper whose shadow now loomed over him.

No—no, no, no!

Mortarion smiled.

The scythe fell.

That ridiculously grotesque head rolled down.

Seeing the head of the Xenos he once loathed with all his being finally hit the ground, Mortarion could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees.

With trembling hands, he lifted his father's head until it was level with his own.

"I finally killed you, father."

He smiled joyfully, though the face revealed through the corroded bone couldn't quite form a smiling expression.

Then, with the last bit of strength left in him, he glanced over at Hades.

"I'm sorry. Thank you."

Bang!

The Primarch's towering figure also collapsed.

At the moment the Primarch fell, as the black domain fully receded, a blinding golden light flashed at the mountain's summit.

The poisonous gas surrounding the summit was instantly dispersed by this golden light.

A tall, majestic figure slowly emerged from the golden glow. 

The Emperor was clad in his resplendent golden armor, the finely crafted armor adorned with vast yet intricate patterns, embracing the Lord of Humanity.

His soft, jet-black hair was crowned with a golden olive wreath, as if freshly plucked from the morning dew on treetops, delicate yet resilient.

The Lord of Humanity walked slowly to Mortarion's side, kneeling on one knee to cradle his pitiful, tragic, and lamentable son.

He stood up, the battered and unconscious Mortarion leaning against the Lord of Humanity.

A group of Custodians and Sister of Silences also emerged in formation from the golden light behind the Emperor.

The Custodians wore splendid golden power armor, with towering red plumes atop their heads, proudly dancing as their owners walked, as if their very presence here was the greatest mercy this filthy planet could receive.

The Sister of Silences were clad in dark gray armor of oaths, each sister moving in perfect unison. 

The synchronized clinking of their armor echoed with every step they took.

The leading Sister of Silence and Custodian quickly approached Hades' position.

The Sister of Silence knelt down, closed her eyes, and concentrated.

Then, as if she had received some sort of answer, she stood up and gestured with a complex hand signal.

When they became Sister of Silences, these left hands of the Emperor vowed to never speak unless necessary. 

In place of words, they used a dazzling form of sign language.

"My lord, he is an outsider."

The Custodian's calm voice rang out as he drew his halberd and aimed it at the dying Hades' head.

A brief pause.

The Custodian seemed to be waiting for his lord's command, whether to eliminate this uncontrollable factor as usual.

"No."

"Take him back for treatment."

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