My Life as A Death Guard

“And I wouldn’t want my friends to get hurt either, right? Reaper, if you caused someone to get hurt, it would definitely bother you, wouldn’t it?”

Hades nodded to himself, sneaking a glance at Mortarion, who seemed convinced by his words.

In his interactions with Mortarion, Hades had noticed that Mortarion was the type to internally mull over tens of thousands of words in his mind, coming up with strange thoughts, but only utter a few words.

Unless pushed to the brink (like when he’s really upset), Mortarion rarely fully expressed his thoughts.

His thought processes tended to be more convoluted than those of an average person.

This made Hades wary of letting Mortarion misunderstand him, knowing that any misunderstanding could lead to significant problems.

Mortarion nodded, adjusting the young man beside him to a more comfortable position. “I understand your feelings, Hades.”

“If you ever need someone to talk to, you can come to me. I can withstand your abilities.”

After a moment of silence, Mortarion added, “I’m not that easily hurt.”

Following Mortarion’s actions, Hades looked at the emaciated young man beside him, probably Vorx.

It’s hard to believe this future formidable Death Guard was so skinny now.

“Hahaha, Reaper, you still have to lead the Death Guard against the xenos. I wouldn’t dare bother you.”

A puff of mist drifted over, and Hades, bored, reached out to pinch it.

“You’re already bothering me.”

Such a cold joke.

Hades immediately clasped his hands together, nodding and bowing to Mortarion in an exaggerated manner. “Ah, I shouldn’t disturb lord Mortarion. This humble servant deserves death. I shall take my leave—”

“Hades.”

Mortarion’s stern call of his name stopped the mischievous Hades in his tracks.

Okay, okay, no more fooling around.

Hades instantly sat up straight.

In truth, his visit to Mortarion wasn’t just because he hadn’t talked to anyone in a while and was losing his mind.

If it were unnecessary, he wouldn’t want to waste Mortarion’s time.

After all, Mortarion had a lot more on his plate than Hades did.

Mortarion might still be thinking of a steady, step-by-step approach to eventually kill his adoptive father, Necare.

But Hades knew that seemingly endless time was actually as precarious as a stranded fish on the shore, drying up and on the verge of death.

Could Mortarion really kill his adoptive father before the final bell tolled, before the Emperor arrived?

If he couldn’t, would Mortarion’s mind gradually twist, leading him to fall as he did in the original story?

Hades understood that the events on Barbarus were destined to become a deeply embedded thorn in Mortarion’s heart, silently corroding the Master of the Death Guard’s soul throughout their long campaign.

So, before everything happened, could Hades do anything?

Hades knew his own time was also running out.

Despite his hopes to fully suppress the black domain within his body, previous attempts had shown this idea was not feasible in the short term.

He could only distance himself from others gradually.

But Hades thought, what if—just what if—he could persuade Mortarion before he had to fully distance himself?

While their bond was still intact.

Before everything went wrong.

If Typhon could betray an entire legion, riding on Mortarion’s trust.

Then could Hades save an entire legion, using Mortarion’s trust?

He wanted to try.

At the very least, he needed to give Mortarion a veiled warning about the future.

Today, Hades was also working hard to avoid becoming a Plague Marine.