Gray and dilapidated, the ruins and ruins bear witness to everything in silence.

Crimson blood flowed down the shiny sword.

Drop by drop, they formed small puddles under Hades.

This sword definitely has anti-coagulant potions on it, as well as other toxins.

Hades was half-kneeling on the ground, clenching his teeth, staring at the visitor in front of him.

The knife stabbed directly into his first heart, and Hades could feel the hot blood gushing inside him.

Enough to fatalize the injury, but yet to hang Hades' life on the edge of the cliff.

The artificial meninges begin to slowly and irreversibly initiate the suspended animation procedure.

Hades' pupils constricted, and his strong willpower caused him to postpone the process of suspended animation.

"Don't sleep, dear."

A brass-colored gun slowly pressed against Hades's neck, slightly forced, as if threatening.

The pure black leather and bright red and green plaid fabric are contrasted, and the strange light fluctuations caused by the visual interference field make the corners of his clothes emit a fluorescent blue arc.

"Hello, Established One, I am a believer in Him, only to come with the flow of fate and the future."

Above the eerie mask, a huge, funny smile is clearly visible.

Of course Hades knows what he is-

Harlequin of the Spirit Clan!

The Spirit Race, once one of the overlords of the galaxy universe, also had a glorious and blissful era.

Highly developed technology, extremely excess productivity, content with the stability of the existing field, and the blessing of many spirit gods, the spirit race was once the most extravagant race in this galaxy.

However, behind the long period of stability and happiness, the spirit clan is dissatisfied with the desire to have fun more and more.

With high technology and absolute stability, they began to pursue their desires.

The pleasure that stimulates the senses, the madness that satisfies desires, and the wind of indulgence gradually swept the entire spirit race.

However, frenzied unbridled play, indulgence sliding into the abyss, will eventually bring disaster.

In the sound of the indulgent desires of the entire spirit race, more and more emotions began to form an entity in the subspace.

The first cry tore through the barriers between the subspace and the physical universe, and Slaanesh seized His power.

The four largest seats in subspace have finally ushered in a new owner.

The birth of Slaanesh also directly tore apart the extremely prosperous Spirit Empire, and since then, a small number of Spirit Race have scattered and lived in a single place, no longer in their former glory.

And the Harlequin.

When the spirit race is about to fall into the abyss of desire, there are always a sober few who exist alone, and the cunning and sober harlequin is one of them.

They worship the Spirit's laughing god Sigaoqi, and on the eve of everyone's fall, they use the antics on stage to satirize the ugly indulgence of the Spirits.

Under the leadership of Sigauch, most of the harlequins escaped the catastrophe of the birth of Slaanesh, and since then they have been hidden in the intricate web of tunnels, never to appear on the bright side of history.

But on the dark side of the stars, under the light, the harlequins with strong prophetic abilities are still active in the stage they have built.

But for humans

Hades gritted his teeth and stared at the smiling face as adrenaline and other stimulants began to pour slowly under his power nails.

The aliens will be exterminated after all!

Hades, who had been poked in the heart, suddenly burst out, and he directly used his left arm to block the gun against his neck, and the obituary pierced the air and screamed!

Hades, who had already begun to enter a near-death state, could burst out, and the harlequin opposite him immediately jumped out of the way, trying to dodge the attack.

Harlequin is more inclined to dodge attacks than to accept them.

At the same time, the gunshots rang out, but they were bounced off by Hades, who had expected them, with heavy shoulder armor.

Hades followed up with a set of slashes, increasing in speed with each blow!

Split, pick, hook!

The sharp scythe tore directly through the hem of the harlequin's clothes, and the blood slid out of the air in the form of beads.

For the first time, Hades hated himself so much for not putting some poison on his scythe.

However, with the sudden and vigorous movement, Hades felt that blood was gushing up his chest.

"Ahem!"

His speed slowed down, and finally slowly froze in place.

Hades held himself up with a scythe to keep himself from falling again.

He can detonate a bomb here.

Hades's consciousness became more and more blurred, but he still stubbornly waited for his moment.

On the other side, the Harlequin, who had been acting according to the established script, was disturbed by the rhythm and was irritated and silent, not doing those ridiculous and exaggerated performances.

For example, there was a problem with the performance, and other behind-the-scenes personnel also came on stage to check the situation.

The light of the visual interference field flickered, and counting the harlequin just now, a total of six clowns in different clothes appeared in Hades' field of vision.

[He is the one who is predetermined, and we can no longer allow him to act in a way that is inconsistent with the prophecy.] ］

[Different means change, hurry up and end these.] ］

The Harlequin shook his head in dissatisfaction.

He stepped in front of Hades again, but this time, he kept his distance from him.

"Hello."

He spoke again.

"We are not your enemies."

Ridiculous!

"Inspired by Him, we are here to give you advice on the future."

"Please believe the prophecy."

The sound of an aria began to echo, and a set of cards appeared in the harlequin's hand.

He drew a card and flashed it in front of Hades.

+ What shall you believe? When for humanity. ＋

+ What should you abstain from? When it is of the same kind. ＋

The blue card glows brightly, and when the card turns, it turns gray again.

+ What do you want? When there is nothing to ask for. ＋

+ What do you not want? Be what you want. ＋

The red cards flashed, the cards reversed, and the chaotic variegated colors flashed.

The Harlequin opposite Hades then tried to draw a third card from the pile, but he acted as if the card was being bitten by the pile, and he waved his hand violently, and the card was drawn and fell straight to the spot.

A two-sided black card is held high by a harlequin lying comically on the ground.

+ When you feel itchy in your left ear and a little sore in your right ear, run straight and run as fast as possible. ＋

Words that are completely inconsistent with what they were before were said-

The Harlequin then flipped over the deck, and it was still pitch black.

+ Good appetite. ＋

As the last sentence came out, the harlequin rolled and jumped straight from the ground.

He bowed gorgeously and ostentatiously to Hades.

A harlequin seemed to throw some kind of healing spray at Hades, and after assuring that Hades would not die, the whole troupe slowly bowed for a curtain call.

In this crazy corner of the city, they took advantage of the network that had been laid out before.

After listening to the inexplicable prophecy of the Spirit Clan, Hades could no longer restrain the progress of the suspended animation, he slowly closed his eyes, forced himself to stand, and fell into darkness.

The dry wind blows slowly.

I don't know how long it took, and a blue glow flowed through Kim's screen.

"Click!"

The engine was forcibly started.

With a highly mechanized body, four spare processors, and three artificial brains, Jin slowly propped himself up from the pile of corpses.

Do these mentally retarded aliens still think that the brain is his core?

He staggered over to Hades, who was still holding the obituary, standing, and from time to time mechanical parts fell out of his body.

He put Hades down and simply proceeded with the emergency treatment.

The atmospheric anomaly that enveloped the entire planet also dissipated with the activation of the previous obelisk, and the distress signal edited by Kim was sent smoothly.

After placing Hades, Kim limped around again, heading towards the Kirkland Sage's position.

Kirkland's body was severed by the waist, and the scorched craters were clearly visible on the CPU.

As early as when it was cut off by the rotper, Kirkland's sage's biomass storage had exploded.

Without the blow of the alien, the sage would surely die.

Kim stared silently at Kirkland's shattered body.

Before he had lost the ability to dream, this image appeared in his dreams a thousand times.

This sage who abused himself and regarded himself as a tool is finally dead.

Staring at the sage's body, Kim untied the compressed bag that Kirkland sage had sent him.

It was the giant compressed bag that was passed to Kirkland Sage the moment he was shaken off by the Corrupter's whip.

The first string of data is reflected in his processor,

[This is all of my current anti-psionic research papers.] ］

[You've been with me for so long, you can pick them up.] ］

[For the sake of the God of Machines, for the sake of the Om Messiah.] ］

Ha.

Unfortunately, Kirkland had already removed Kim's tear ducts.

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