Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 80 74. Confession is lenient, resistance is strict
The dark red light filled the entire organic matter disinfection room, and a sharp warning sounded——

Hades closed his eyes expertly.

The specially made disinfectant sprayed out from this small space, scouring Hades' skin, and even the remodeled body of the space soldier felt a burst of stinging pain in the high-intensity scouring at this moment.

This is the fifth disinfection, and the pharmacist specially prepared medicines for Hades and Fernando.

Hades was standing in the small single room at the moment. One side of the room was made of glass, which made it easier for the pharmacists outside to observe the situation.

The pharmacists are currently in the observation room, staring at Hades with glowing eyes.

I'm not embarrassed, I'm not embarrassed.

Hades muttered silently in his heart.

The next step was ultraviolet disinfection, and the purple light shone suddenly, and Hades felt that his only remaining right eye was going to be blind.

However, the torture was not over yet. Next, a pharmacist in a full coverall came in carrying a liquid medicine jar.

Although Hades and Fernando had been in the closed circulation system of the power armor, for the sake of caution, it was necessary to disinfect their respiratory systems exposed to the air.

The pharmacist Leo took out two nasal irrigation tubes and stared at Hades mercilessly with cold eyes.

I resigned to my fate.

Next, it was torture time.

Hades, who was killed and tortured for half his life, slumped on the interrogation chair with a look of lovelessness, white light glaringly sprinkled from the top of the room, and Hades's skin was directly soaked a shade of white by the disinfectant, Now it is even more dazzling.

This makes Hades look a lot like a soaked corpse.

The heavy iron door opened, and Mortarion lowered his head and entered from the outside.

Hades immediately jumped up from the chair, corrected his sitting posture, corrected his mentality, actively admitted his mistakes, and started a new life.

Mortarion wasn't clad in power armor, the austere combat routine clinging tamely to his emaciated frame.

On his waist, the special-shaped pistol "Devil Lantern" was sleeping peacefully.

Mortarion came over silently and pulled away the chair opposite Hades.

"Thorn-"

The harsh drag echoed through the empty room, as if on purpose, as Mortarion prolonged the process and pulled off Hades' interrogation.

The Primarch sat down, quite casually, like a superior, waiting for the confession of the interrogated.

"It stinks."

Mortarion frowned.

Hades' anger came up after a while, I stink? !The first thing you say is that I smell bad?Which of us is more stinky, you have no idea?

But Hades was wilting again in an instant, well, he also felt a faint smell coming from his body.

You are right, ah yes yes yes.

Hades swallowed.

"That. Mortarion, you know that I received treatment on the Emperor Mirage."

Sorry, Emperor, it's up to you.

Mortarion snorted, as a tacit consent.

"Then, my physique is also different from normal people, right, I am a special untouchable."

Mortarion snorted again.
"So... during my occasional waking hours, those Sisters of Silence, made up of untouchables, told me something."

"Tell?"

"Written down."

Hades, who had already predicted that Mortarion would correct the details, replied quickly.

The primarch folded his arms and fell silent.

His father did indeed once send the Sisters of Silence to deliver weapons to Hades.

"So. I learned that there are creatures in the subspace."

Mortarion, who was opposite Hades, frowned, but didn't interrupt him. Hades quickly took the opportunity to say,

"These subspace creatures gain their strength through our emotions. The more intense the emotions, the easier it is to gain their love."

"Among them, due to the different emotions of physical creatures, these subspace creatures are roughly divided into different types."

"You better know what the hell you're talking about."

Hades blinked.
"These are just my deduction through Sister Silence, contact with think tanks, and my own reading and practice. There must be omissions, so I want you to help me reason."

Mortarion snorted again.

Stop humming, brother!

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Crit!

"Because I'm not sure if these are true, but I didn't confirm the credibility of this information until today when I saw that demon with my own eyes, er, it was a subspace creature."

"It's not easy for me to trouble you with news I'm not sure about, is it?"

Mortarion snorted.

Hades spoke again,
"Today. The demon we met, the race can be divided into—"

"Nurgle."

The last syllable landed, and Mortarion, who was opposite Hades, trembled suddenly!
The great garden was thriving, and the wonderful rotten smell drifted over the tip of his nose. He lay lazily beside the soft swamp, and the plague toad praised his loving father from time to time.

The wings are a little itchy, maybe the scales have been wiped off by those naughty Nurglings.

He doesn't like those little bugs that keep screaming.

Mortari thought reassuringly as he turned over, ready to shake his wings and shake off the Nurgling above them.

Ok?
Wait, wings? !
A blinding white light suddenly shone on him.

Mortarion's complexion was pale, heavy breathing sounded from under the gas mask, and a burning sensation came from his hands, repelling the illusion just now, he raised his head——

"Mortarion, are you alright?!"

Hades took his hand, and his chair fell to the ground, obviously he was also quite frightened.

Mortarion took a deep breath, looked at Hades again,

"Hades, Nurgle, what is it?"

The vicious words burned his vocal cords.

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