My Life as A Death Guard

Whoa, big guy, you were just holding a knife to my neck a moment ago!

Now, there was only one possibility—Hades had finally maxed out Mortarion’s favorability! Ooooohh!!

Hades wanted to throw down his scythe, raise his arms, and shout, “I did it! I maxed out his favorability!”

Before, when he was still young and Mortarion hadn’t become the commander of the stronghold, all those persistent acts of kindness, fighting together, and occasional cold humor…

Finally, they maxed out Mortarion’s favorability.

Moreover, Hades wanted to kneel down and shout, “Oh, my god!”

After all, in both his past and present lives, the number of people who cared about shut-in Hades could be counted on one hand!

Ahem, these were thoughts from the part of Hades’ brain responsible for his unserious side.

The part responsible for normal life was still thinking intensely.

Clearly, the conversation had ended. Hades wasn’t sure how far Mortarion had considered his question.

But his initial goal was achieved, which was to plant a warning for Mortarion.

However, he didn’t know if Mortarion could grasp Hades’ true intentions.

After all, such plot twists from the original story were beyond human imagination.

As for Mortarion’s final decision? That was beyond Hades’ control.

Sigh, other transmigrators either had cheat powers to wreak havoc or systems to exploit.

Only Hades, despite knowing the plot, couldn’t think too much about it.

Usually, he just fought minor enemies and couldn’t even beat a named character in the setting.

Thank you, Warhammer world.

Hades shrugged, walking slowly to the edge of the road.

“Goodbye, Reaper, I will. Once I’m done, I’ll come back.”

Mortarion nodded, “Go back north; the southern battles are nearly over.”

Hades scratched his head and laughed, “Alright, I will come back! To help you defeat Necare!”

Hades stepped aside, watching Mortarion leave with Vox.

When Mortarion reached the village’s guard area, Hades’ presence behind him suddenly disappeared.

[In the Warp]

Nurgling joyfully jumped on its own fleshy mass, the lumps of festering, decaying flesh being their favorite playground.

At the furthest reaches of the Endless Garden, where the flesh flowers withered, the rotting grass and flies no longer buzzed, where life and death felt equally distant—

The harsh screech of a carrion bird rang out, piercing through time and space, cutting across life and death, shattering the eternal stillness.

It raised its still-stirring spoon, flinging its short arm towards that direction, thick ichor reluctantly dripping into the boiling endless cauldron.

“Get out! Get out! He’s mine!!! He’s here with me!!”

The bird’s cry echoed in frustration, lingering for a long time.

“Annoying creature.”

It muttered.