Barbaros, Northern Mountains, Alien Lord Nacre's Domain, Mountainside.

Right now.

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The gloomy sky pressed down, and the thick poisonous gas flowed slowly around the warriors like a river of substance.

Motarian swung his scythe, and the chains wrapped around the lower part of the scythe rattled.

The blade slammed, the white blade was unparalleled, and every swing of the sickle blade splashed a bloody wind.

Countless corpse pieces were piled up and sprinkled at his feet, and black and yellow pus slowly flowed from the large wounds, gradually soaking the ground under his feet.

Near him, five guards led by Karastiphon were also fighting with their scythes.

Countless aliens, countless puppets, holding their weapons aloft, pushing, howling, rushing forward, and being torn to shreds by the scythe.

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A little further away from them, Hades was also swinging his scythe.

He compressed the black domain to five meters around his body, and directly lifted the scythe to kill in the dense group of puppets, spinning the scythe, and dancing the dance of the souls in the group of puppets like a wild dancer.

When the high-level puppets angrily tried to rush over and fight, they would suddenly be crushed by the black domain with a sudden increase in concentration, and they temporarily lost their combat power.

What's more, he was so pressed by the surge of pressure that he knelt and trembled.

Every time you spin the scythe, you reap a slice of life.

Hades danced the scythe as if he were tireless, and his experience in the south had taught him deeply, and the warrior now knew how to capture the lives of his enemies more efficiently and accurately in battle.

Only a short and precise death is the last mercy I can bestow on my enemies!

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When the black crushed group of golems became the only few golems left to collapse and flee into the distance, they all pressed down the scythe.

Motarian's guard, Haznir, removed the gun from his back and aimed it at the sporadic fleeing golems.

A few gunshots rang out, and the puppet fell to the ground.

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At this time, if one looks up from the bottom of the mountain, they will see a road stacked of puppet corpses, like a twisted and winding earthworm, tirelessly, writhing and slowly climbing higher up the mountain.

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"It's going well, I think."

Haznir's voice broke the silence first,

"Don't take it lightly, it's just getting started."

Motarian's muffled voice rang out from the armor,

As if in response to Motarian's words, a little distance, in the place where everyone was "invisible and imperceptible", Hades' voice sounded.

"Dodge!! Heavenly!! ”

Echoing Hades's words, a bright red light faintly flashed in the billowing air of the poisonous mist.

The seven of them hurriedly ran and retreated towards the nearest barrier, countless small sparks splashing around them.

The tall body of the original ran wildly across the mountains, and Motarian even single-handedly picked up a Murnau who had almost fallen while running.

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As blood-red fireballs roared and revealed their hideous faces from the sky—

— The creatures on the ground also roared their wrath.

"Launch !!"

Death guard Morag stood next to a cannon, his scythe pointed at the fiery red blood above the mountainside.

The artillery deployed in advance on the flat ground at the bottom of the mountain began to roar, and countless bright yellow ammunition screamed and slammed through the poisonous fog in the sky.

This brilliant bright yellow pierces through layers of mist and pierces the sky!

Screaming cannonballs, let out our deafening war cry!

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When Motarian dragged the broken Hades into the pass bunker, the bright yellow at the top of the tip slammed into the blood red, tearing and exploding in the air, and the bright flowers burst open, shards scattered, screaming and swooping to the ground.

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After the first bright flower blooms -

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Flowers begin to compete for spring.

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It's dawn.

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The little artillery fire left by the alien lord Nacre poured down, but the cunning of it did not expect that the once small human had mastered the technology to improve and manufacture artillery.

Oh, arrogant aliens.

Today is your time of death!

When the roaring sky calmed down, when the trembling earth subsided, the group of people going up the hill crawled out of the tattered and unshapedly pass bunker that had been hit by debris.

Countless corpses burned on the ground ploughed by the torn artillery fire, and the pungent stench of corpses could be smelled even by a few people in closed respiratory circulatory systems.

The fire burned silently.

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"Fortunately, working overtime can be regarded as arranging the artillery."

Hades' slightly relaxed voice rang out.

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Before that, the Death Guard, who had just captured the flat ground at the bottom of the mountain, suddenly received a message from the old stronghold in the rear.

On the equator of Barbarus, a faint golden light appeared in the poisonous gas that persisted all year round.

Then, a messenger claiming to be from Terra descended.

He claimed to have come looking for a friend, and was currently waiting at his old base.

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Motarian immediately changed his plan to reach the summit in three days, and planned to start climbing as soon as the night passed.

For this reason, Karastiphon and Motarian argued.

Karastiphon believed that the Death Guards, who had just finished fighting on the plains, needed to recuperate, and that attempting to climb that day would result in heavy fire artillery not being fully deployed.

Motarian, on the other hand, insisted on reaching the summit immediately.

The so-called messenger from Terra......

Motari panicked in peace of mind...... It's not going to be a good thing.......

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Motarian had questioned what he really was.

A baby who fell from the sky, where did Motarian come from?

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In the dispute between Motarian and Karastiphon.

Hades also joined,

But Hades, who often advises to play it safe, went against the grain and stuck to Motarian's plan.

"Give me one night, you don't have to arrange everything, pick out the key areas that may be attacked, and set up artillery in a targeted manner."

The next day, the Death Guard and Motarian, who had simply rested, saw the cannons under the mountain that had been improvised and arranged.

and a chicken coop with a black eye Hades.

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Motarian looked at the sky, and the sky that had just shimmered brightly fell silent again, and the poisonous mist was rapidly rolling again.

Seemingly...... This time, it was Hades' anticipation that played a key role.

“...... Well done, Hades. ”

Hades shrugged, his armor snapping and clicking.

"It's time to keep going."

He looked up, and the upward mountain road was now winding its way to the top.

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Just as a block of ice can feel the heat of the sun, Hades can also vaguely feel the golden power at the other end of the mountain.

What Hades has to do now is simple.

Assist Motarian in killing his adoptive father, and if this move is successful, then the leverage of Motarion's rebellion in the future will be reduced by one point.

Even if they don't succeed, the emperor will come to the rescue in the end, and there is a high probability that they will not die.

Hades knows that in this kind of game where I don't necessarily win, but I never lose—

He generally likes to gamble.