An unnamed hillside in Barbaros.

Hades stood still, staring intently at the figure in the pale mist, and for a moment he felt them look at each other, and even through the thick fog, the tall, thin man stared at the same kind he had seen for the first time.

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The owner of the garden in subspace was muttering discontentedly, and the smell of discord had just emerged from his carefully crafted fate, but it was fleeting.

He grunted and reached out to scratch the puscular on his chin, and the yellowish-white pus burst out of his hand, which made him feel better, maybe the smell that had just disgusted him was just a delusional fragment of a nightmare.

He continued to stir His cauldron, and countless graceful diseases and pestilences danced and sang in it, praising His mercy.

He will get what He wants.

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There seems to be an uninvited guest on the stage of the four gods.

But it was clear that the guest's first appearance did not have a lot of spectators.

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The blue figure sneered, wait, is there really no audience?

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Hades hesitated for a moment, but he didn't plan to shout directly, the puppets were still on their way, and there was still time, he turned around and rescued the rest of the people in the carriage with Typhon.

One is to save people, and the other is to use these people as a cover to let them delay the puppet.

Hades thought a little darkly.

Most people are destined not to live.

The people ran out, and Typhon found Motarion's castle, and he panicked and ran frantically towards it.

Under his leadership, people began to run towards the fort, most of them without gas masks, and they could not survive outdoors at this altitude.

The crowd began to move towards the castle, and the brainless golems changed their trajectory.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Hades quietly retreated to the back of the truck, grabbed his crossbow and began to aim.

He believed that his gas mask was enough to protect against the poisonous gas.

The puppets followed...... Several times Hades found enough headshots, but he didn't...... The timing, he was waiting for the right moment.

As in the original book, Typhon began to shout at Motarion,

"Who are you?"

He cried out half whimpering, half wailing.

"High up, watching the fire from the other side? You've seen us! You can help us! ”

The fast golems had begun to try to attack Typhon, and the leader was clearly locked in a bitter battle, struggling alone and wielding a rusty dagger on the muddy ground.

The rest of the people, some of whom had been poisoned by the poison gas, lay unconscious on the ground, and all that awaited them was death.

The rest, like Typhon, were caught up in the battle with the golems, but they were soon torn to shreds due to their lack of combat experience—

Typhon was quickly knocked out as well, and his psionic talent was only enough for him to last a little longer.

Several of the besieging golems surrounded Typhon, apparently intending to rip his limbs off.

Hades aimed, but he didn't pull the trigger, he was waiting.

Wait for Motarian to decide to resist, wait for Motarian to decide to save Typhon.

Otherwise, none of them will be able to escape.

"Help us! Stranger!! You can help us!! ”

Hades knew that Motarian was engaged in a fierce battle of ideas right now.

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A few shots rang out, and the puppets fell to the ground, and the figure on the other side of the fortress held a musket in his hand.

It's done, the corners of Hades' mouth hooked.

Seeing Motarian raise his musket to help the humans, the golems stationed in the castle let out an angry roar, they were Motarian's men and his jailers.

They took up their weapons and charged at Motarian.

And the main force of the slave catchers was also aimed at Motarian.

Motarian jumped down from the towering battlements and landed on the ground with his original weight, causing a shockwave.

He pulled out a long whip twisted from a long iron chain, and swung it with a tiger, each whip accompanied by a rain of minced flesh and blood.

Motarian frantically and calmly weaves through the flock of golems, like a lone wolf holding down a flock of sheep, splitting them apart with each run, dividing them into smaller individuals, and then tearing them apart.

At first, the puppets were able to overpower Motarian by numbers, but as time went on, the battle gradually turned into a one-sided chaotic massacre, and Motarian was visibly red-eyed and desperate to attack, even giving up some of his chances to block in exchange for more fights.

Compared to the indiscriminate slaughter of Motarian, Typhon on the side was quite struggling, clutching his gas mask tightly and holding only a knife to fend off the puppets attacking him.

At this time, Hades hid in the position of the truck and released cold arrows, and the lack of a puppet meant precious time to get on the arrow, Hades aimed and shot as much as possible to provide assistance to the two front-line melee fighters.

Flying arrows are speechless, arrows and arrows are headshots!

He managed to kill three golems who tried to run over and sneak up on Typhon, and he repeatedly penetrated the golems who tried to attack Motarion, giving Mortarian a better chance to attack rather than defend.

The slaughter drew to a close when the last arrow was caught by Hades and shot in the head of a golem, leaving the ground covered in pools of flesh and blood, twisted limbs struggling and shaking, and the few remaining golems crushed and ran towards the higher hillside.

Typhon and Motarian still had a few puppets there, but there was no real threat left, and Hades emerged from the van's hideaway and ran quickly to the small escort vehicles.

He opened a small vehicle, and he managed to catch fire.

Then he turned his head and beckoned to the last few remaining humans—unbelievably the lucky ones who survived the gas and golem attacks.

"Run!" Hades yelled at them, and the men ran over as fast as they could, getting into the vehicle.

"Kid, aren't you leaving?"

Hades glanced at them, "No, I'm not leaving." ”

When the win rate is relatively high, Hades likes to gamble.

They didn't try to convince Hades again, and the gray vehicle moved slowly towards the valley.

The vehicle was slow, but it was enough for them to reach the bottom safely.

He found another small and medium-sized truck to use as a vehicle to leave, and he went up to light the light, and quickly drove the truck a little farther away.

Hades got out of the car and ran back to search for the modified vehicle, he found a wrench, and used them to smash open the fuel valves of all the small vehicles he could find, and the fuel gushed out, quickly spilling all over the rocky field.

After doing all this, he turned his mind back to Motarian and Typhon, who seemed to be fighting over and were exchanging words.

In his previous life, as a dead house, Hades really couldn't understand and couldn't do this kind of miraculous behavior, but he expressed respect, after all, this is a world where thoughts and beliefs are truly powerful.

But don't nag big brothers, Motarian's adoptive father is going to be killed later?!

Hades took a deep breath, his gas mask creaking as a result.

"Typhon! Karastiphon! And friends over there! Are you still running?! ”

"The aliens will be killed later! If you don't run, it's too late!! ”

The eerie atmosphere of "thinking about what life is" and "should we live or not" disappeared, and they looked at Hades together in surprise, staring at each other with wide eyes.

Hades beckoned to them.

At the same time, the horns on the top of the mountain rang out, the horns of the High Lords attacking.

Typhon said something anxiously to Motarian, but Motarian's big brother remained motionless.

Hades knew what Mortarian was thinking, and had always had the option of "kill his adoptive father, or I die" in his imprisoned life, and the sudden appearance of Typhon and Hades gave him an option to "escape".

It's like a guy who has been playing a game since he was born, and the game can only choose A and B, but suddenly one day someone comes up to you and tells you that you can actually unplug it and choose not to play it.

You can choose not to play.

Motarian had never encountered such a choice, and the idea was beyond his untouched brain and gave his CPU a dry burn.

MD, don't be stunned.

Hades could see the puppet soldiers running down the hill.

"Hurry up! Two !! There's no need to die here!! Where there is life, there is hope!!! I ran away today, and in a few years I will be a good man again!! ”

He saw Typhon half-dragging Motarian and running towards him, and at first they were only staggering and staggering, and then they were running wildly.

Hades gets in the car and starts the engine.

"Get in the car!"

Mortarian jumped into the pocket of the van and pulled Typhon in.

At the moment when the two of them just entered the pocket, the engine roared, and Hades immediately entered the state of the king of the autumn mountain bike, and the accelerator was full.

At this moment, the roar of Motarian's adoptive father was heard under the influence of psionic energy.

"Face me, child, or we'll cut off all ties!" For a moment, the narrow cliffs of the mountain pass seemed to echo with the hollow screams of ghouls in all directions. "Did you hear me, bunny? If you dare to escape, I will let you die without a place to be buried! To give up on me is to give up on your life! ”

"I'm no different from a dead man!"

Motalian shouted. Half-crouched in his pocket, he raised his pistol and began to aim.

"Until today!"

The bullet roared with his rage and rushed towards the vehicles, the bright yellow fireball bursting in an instant, roaring and devouring everything on the flowing fuel!

The gray low-slung vehicles, the ugly stitched golems, the fortress where he himself once lived...... All the past was consumed by the raging flames, reflecting Motarion's pupils.

Motarian cursed and shot wildly at that fortress, and Hades even felt like he was trying to shoot the air there.

Then Motarian stood up from the speeding wagon, and threw his pistol in the direction of the pile of flames, and the pistol made a perfect arc in the air—

Then he untied everything from his belt and threw it all out with a frenzied curse.

Finally, Motarian shouted in the direction he had passed,

"I'll fuck you!!"

Haha, it's the original body of the rebellious period.

Although he felt more sorry for the pistol that was thrown out, he had to say that this rebellious behavior looked quite cool.

Hades, who has now fled the crisis and is beginning to relax a little, thought.

He whistled and laughed,

"Cool!"

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The three of them had their own thoughts and rushed to their stage with their own destinies.