Barbaros, Southern Marsh.

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Hades was sleeping near the farmland in an eerie position with his scythe in his hand, and the flames were extinguished in the humble little camp he had just set up, and there was a faint smoke.

It's daytime in Barbarus, and the nearby farmers are all out with farm tools to plow, and the farmers are talking and laughing, but they are all silently moving away from Hades's location.

It was a strange wanderer who had traveled south with the Death Guard.

At first, the villagers were disgusted by the mysterious man who roamed around the village from time to time, and he seemed extremely ill-intentioned, to the point of being annoying just by looking at it from a distance.

However, when the villagers applied to the death guards stationed in the area to expel the mysterious person, they were unanimously silent.

"That man...... He's not a bad guy...... His name is Hades. ”

That being said, the villagers were cautious about bypassing the man.

But then they realized the truth about the silence in the words of the Death Guard.

When the screams of the night gradually faded, the villagers who set up their carriages to farm the next morning saw an unbelievable scene-

The stumps scattered randomly on the ground, the blood spilled all over the ground was like a stream, and the wheat seedlings were trampled to the ground, and their expressions of disbelief condensed on the broken heads of the aliens.

A choking stench came from the wheat field.

And next to this field of wheat that looks like a hellish map, a man is holding a scythe, half-supporting his cheek, and snoring.

The silver-white blade was still stained with sticky red blood, and the hooded man's body seemed to be soaked in blood, dipped in this thick plasma, and several scratches were clearly visible on his limbs.

He's the Grim Reaper!

The villagers, who were frightened and even trembling madly, watched all this in shock, and the man seemed to be disturbed - he woke up from his sleep with a little surprise.

"Ah...... That one...... Sorry for ruining your wheat fields, haha, uh...... I'm so sorry, I was trying to lure them out, but it didn't work. ”

The man laughed awkwardly, as if trying to lighten the mood.

Obviously, his move failed.

"I'll make up for it by planting it for you! It's true! I'm so sorry! ”

The world must be false, he saw the Grim Reaper apologizing, and before he passed out, the villager with the carriage thought so.

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After that, the villagers called the mysterious man "the dead soul" with respect and fear.

Of course, they did not dare to accept the apology and compensation from Hades.

Not only that, but they would regularly bring surplus grain to the strange ghost, and whenever the ghost went out, the villagers would erect a dead log next to the little triangular nest he had built the day before, and tie a bag of grain to it.

The revenant spends most of the day sleeping, to replenish his energy for the night's battles. But sometimes, he would sit on the ridge of the field with the huge sickle in his arms and silently watch the villagers plow.

Some children will stand curiously from a distance and look at the strange man, and if their parents are too busy with the work to pay attention to their own children, the brave children will sneak over.

The Revenant also seemed to be happy with the children to play with him, and he would take out a handful of fried wheat, sit there and shake his hands, and beckoned the children to come over.

— but none of the children ever managed to reach him.

Without exception, the brave children felt dizzy and unable to breathe when they approached the vicinity of the ghosts, and they ran away crying, leaving the souls alone in the same place.

The man twisted his head in embarrassment, silently put away his fried wheat, and continued to sit in the field and watch the children cry away, while their parents watched the dead in fear from a distance.

Every time a crying child runs back, he is inevitably beaten by his anxious and scared parents, who hold them tightly and stroking their backs over and over again to comfort them.

In the distance is the silent ghost, here is the smell of fireworks in the world.

Always.

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The Death Guards, who had first arrived in the south, complained a lot about Hades.

Why did he work so hard to build a defensive village, but the limelight was stolen by the man who wandered alone and killed the enemy that night?

He single-handedly harvested three groups of wandering monsters in one night to defend the three small villages close to each other, while the death guards reinforced all the medium-sized and large human strongholds nearby.

Some people have suggested that the Death Guard should also take the initiative at night, after all, it is not the north, and the monsters in the south are more vulnerable.

With a strange glint in his eyes, Karastiphon approved the proposal of a group of warlike and good deeds.

However, the five-man squad was attacked on the first night, and although they managed to repel the raiders, the three were seriously wounded.

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At the summary of the meeting that followed, Karastiphon paced unhurriedly around the sand table table,

"As you can see, Hades does have the ability to survive in the wild."

"Although I know that everyone here is disgusted with him, after all, we are all part of the Death Guard, and our goal is to repel the alien lords who enslave the people."

"The Death Guard never wants to be famous, and the purpose of our existence is to liberate humanity."

"And, Hades—"

Karastiphon paused, and he paused to look at the Death Guard captains who were sitting in a circle around the room, listening silently.

"He can relieve us of the pressure from the lords. After all, our other goal of going south is to unite the other human villages, so that we can divide more time and energy......"

"Talk to village chiefs who don't want to work with us......"

Typhon was thinking in his mind that some villages in the south would be rewarded with some technology after submitting to the aliens, and some of them would be anti-poison and weapon......

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However, as time passed, the once complaining Death Guards were silenced.

Hades approached Typhon, the leader of the Death Guard, to go to a nearby mountain to kill the lord.

"Are you crazy?! Do you really think you can kill a lord on your own? Do you really take that fluke as your own strength? You're not Motarian! Hades! Don't be stupid!! ”

Typhon shouted at Hades at the other end of the room in disbelief, who for some reason insisted that they should be kept out of a distance.

"I ...... I'm not crazy, I'm sure I can do this, I've fully anticipated it. ”

Hades' dark eyes, hidden under his hood, stared at Typhon intently.

Typhon's heart shuddered, he took a deep breath and continued to speak,

Hades ....... Hades, Hades, I ...... I know I've been looking at you badly, yes, I don't like you, but, after all, the three of us escaped together. ”

"We are death guards, comrades-in-arms, and although we have had friction with each other, we ...... We're still friends after all, aren't we? ”

Typhon looked back at Hades.

Hades didn't speak, he just nodded slightly, and the hood covered his eyes again.

"So, listen to my advice, don't go, okay, don't go."

"You're not Motarian, no one on Barbarus can do that except him."

Hades stood up, his contents tinkling with his movements, and he bowed slightly to Typhon.

"Thank you for your kindness, Typhon, and I'm glad we're still friends."

"But I'm up to it."

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After this, Typhon saw countless severed alien heads.

MD, that monster.