Hades clenched his dagger and woke up to the jolts and the cries of the people.

He shook his head, and his consciousness gradually cleared.

Just now, I fell into a coma because of the loss of strength.

The detainees' van was still moving slowly, and by the inclination, Hades could tell they were climbing the mountains — and they had climbed to low and medium altitudes.

The night of Barbaros is over, and the puppets who hunt the slaves are sending them to the fortress of the alien lord on the top of the mountain.

Hades gritted his teeth, crawling in the completely enclosed cage containing them, crawling and banging on the floor - he was looking for the weakest point in this cage.

Yes, he wants to escape, even if there is no hope, even if there is a huge gap between friend and foe, but as long as Hades still has a breath, he will not accept his fate.

He would not accept his fate.

Even if captured, you can struggle on all fours to find a way out; Even if his limbs are broken, he can bite his enemies with his teeth; Even if his teeth are broken, he can stare at each other with contempt and spit out a mouthful of blood to tell him that Hades will never accept his fate!

There was only one chance to escape, and only now, and if time continued to flow, the slave caravan would have run to higher altitudes, where the gas in Barbaros was even deadlier, and the rudimentary gas masks of the people could not resist it, and they would struggle to die in a few minutes of painful suffocation.

Since there is no information about the mountains, Hades can only decide to break the cage first, and then talk about it, and the matter has come to this point, so he can only improvise and take one step at a time.

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In the small, enclosed space, people wailed and cried, and Hades squeezed past the people around him, abandoning all noise, and he banged on the floor, preoccupied with finding the weakest spot.

- Finally, he found it.

He pushed away a sobbing old woman (who looked old, probably only thirty years old) who sat on it, who paid no attention to Hades, and most of the people in the warehouse were so consumed by fear that they could only cry.

He took out his dagger and began to dig into the ground, the gas helped him a lot, the floor that had been exposed to the gas for a long time was not as hard as it seemed, and Hades quickly dug a small hole out.

A higher concentration of poisonous gas wafted in from the small hole, and Hades saw hope, small, but existent.

But it's still not enough.

Hades continued to chisel as hard as he could, the sound of digging and the poisonous gas seeping in from the outside slowly coming out from beneath him.

With his actions, gradually, the crying in the carriage stopped, and these villagers, who had been hiding and crying all their lives, tormented by fear to the point of collapse, stared at Hades's behavior in a stunned manner,

They didn't seem to react to what Hades was doing, but at the same time, they realized-

Now is the time to struggle.

A lean, thin young man emerged from the crowd, dressed in rags and with a sly countenance.

He crawled up to Hades on his knees and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'll help you."

Stunned, Hades looked back at the man and found his hands empty.

"You don't even have a knife, how are you going to help me?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then he bowed his head and spoke as if with great determination.

"I'm a psyker."

Hades was buzzing in his head, and the living, adult, able-bodied psionics on Barbaros could barely be said to be non-existent.

A thought struck Hades' brain like lightning.

"You're Typhon? Karastiphon?! ”

The other party nodded bitterly,

"What's the matter? Even now, do you despise me as a freak? ”

Hades shook his head instantly, his eyes fixed on Typhon, his eyes blazing.

"No, I believe you, let's get out together."

"I just...... I didn't expect to meet you here......"

Hades carefully organized his words, trying not to hurt Typhon, who is a key figure in the Warhammer story.

What's more, he now needs to use Typhon's psionic powers to escape here.

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Calas Typhon, why not?

Karastiphon, the true leader of the Fourteenth Legion (ahem, no), the commander of the First Company of the Fourteenth Legion, Motarian's former best friend, the despicable Ergozi, the filial son of his father and his son, ■■■■■, the psyker born of an alien father and a human mother.

His rise to fame was to single-handedly send away the entire Death Guard.

In the original story, Karastiphon was Motarian's best friend in Barbarus, and inspired by him, Mortarian escaped from his alien adoptive father's imprisonment and managed to reach the human colony at the foot of the mountain.

After this, Mortarian and Karastiphon formed and led the rebel army. (Although most of them were formed by Motarian)

It can be said that Karastiphon is Mortarian's guide in the human world.

Motarian was extremely tolerant and indulgent of this first-time human.

This led to the rebellion of Karastiphon, who later became the Death Guard, and repeatedly committed rebellious acts, but was still not killed by Motarian.

In the end, Motarian, who was unrecognizable, was sacrificed directly by the entire legion of Karastiphon, and it was another day of filial piety for father and son.

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And Typhon's presence here only means one thing.

In the books, Mortarian and Karastiphon's encounter began when Typhon escaped from a slave trap.

In other words, Motarian will be a fierce man from the sky later, and this wave of Hades will most likely not die!!

He can get out!

As for the upcoming meeting of Motarian, Hades is not impressed, now it is most important to live and survive first!

Don't think about betrayal in a few hundred years, if you don't run, you'll be BBQ by aliens!

Hades leaned sideways and stepped out of place, motioning for Typhon to begin his psionic performance.

Here, Typhon, give the whole job to the guys!

Typhon frowned, and an eerie white light condensed on his hand—

Okay, alas,, go—

The white light suddenly dimmed,

"It shouldn't be like this, I feel like my connection to subspace is weakened......"

Typhon whispered to himself.

Hades stared at him, big brother, can you do it, can you do it, big brother?

Unbeknownst to them, however, it was Hades' untouchable-like physique that blocked Typhon's connection to the subspace.

They should probably be glad that Hades's physique can grow with Hades, who is still a child and very weak, which leads to him only weakening the subspace connection.

And it was Hades' slow-growing physique that made Hades not think about the untouchable at first, after all, in his memory, because the untouchable was like a black hole in the subspace, they were constantly unconsciously and slowly devouring the souls around them, so any creature with a soul would subconsciously dislike them.

The untouchable belong to the kind that is hated by all people, and some people will even try to hunt them down because of their inexplicable hatred.

And it was precisely because of these cognitions of Hades that he did not think about himself to the untouchable for the first time.

If a psyker dares to manage to use psionic energy around a powerful untouchable person, there is a high probability that he will explode and die on the spot.

But none of Hades knows about it at the moment.

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He was speechlessly watching Typhon move back a little, as if he was holding back his strength.

As the distance between them widened a certain distance, the white light instantly became dazzling, and through the breathing mask, Typhon shouted,

"Get out of the !!"

The dazzling white light instantly flooded the small cage, and the explosion caused by the psionic energy shocked Hades, and the huge psionic impact even knocked over the truck, and they rolled and fell into the ravine with the truck.

When the white light faded, a huge gap appeared on the floor.

The gas slammed in, and Typhon was the first to half-roll out of the gap, he subconsciously retched, but instead of running away, he turned around and pulled Hades out.

Hades could now see what was going on around them, they were now on a central hillside, surrounded by only rubble and dead grass except for a fortress.

The roll had caused them to fall into a small ravine, and a little up the hillside, the small escorts of the slave catchers slowed to a halt, and the lord's puppets yelled at each other to get out of the car and try to get there.

In the distance, there is a fortress with tall walls standing oppressively in the thick fog, giving the impression that the castle is not so much trying to protect something as it is imprisoning.

In the midst of the mist, on the battlements of the outer wall of the castle, stood a tall, thin and withered figure—

It's Motarian.