On the vast earth, white and yellow water vapor evaporated from above, flowing and piling up between the thick clouds that were grounded.

On a planet based on agriculture, abundant rainfall will lead to fertile soil and bountiness that will last all year round.

The poisonous environment of Barbaros also determines that these raindrops contain rich chemicals, and although they may not be very friendly to humans, they will bring nourishment to Barbarus's crops.

There is not a peasant who has not prayed for a good harvest, and please grant us this abundance of food, O earth!

Thousands of years of prayer rippled, and the gods cast their eyes, but they never swept away all beings.

The first drop of rain dripped on the tips of Callas's wings, with the blessing of the rain father, and the cloudy rain slid down the lines of the butterfly's wings and flowed into the pale blood-red cracks.

A seed that has been touched by a loving father will break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly under God's guidance.

Maybe it shouldn't be at this moment, the growth of seeds takes a moderate amount of time, but the nail stuck in the cogwheel of fate interrupts the rhythm of the growth of all things.

Then let a rainstorm and a thunderstorm wake up this sleeping thing in advance!

The thunderous elegy exploded, the torrential rain poured down, and the sun was not visible, and the panic was not divided into four fields.

"Hold the formation, three to meet the enemy!"

Hades' screams rang out from the dense rain, and the current sound in the communication channel was too loud to be distinguished.

As far as the eye could see, the bone-white armor of the Death Guards glare in the dim night, and the marching brigade was still moving.

On the outermost side of the queue, the endemic creatures of Barbaros began to attack their queue, and they became more irritable after being drenched in the strong acidic rain.

Between the rain, a faint spiritual light flashed.

Hundreds of pus-hounds galloped across the moor, and pus-filled eagles in dense raindrops hovered from the sky, appearing from the pouring rain as if all the predators of Barbaros had gathered here.

A scene like the end of Barbarus, where death emerges from the rain of Barbarus.

If anyone was present, they would probably tremble and fall to their knees.

And yet—

The sound of gunfire pierced through the rainy night, and the firelight tore through the night.

The Death Guard silently pointed its scythe and muzzle at its neighing prey.

The flesh and blood of the enemy were splashed with rain, and the flesh and mud were mixed in the mire.

This time, the death guards brought by Motarian and Hades were all Barbarusians.

Long on the day they swore to follow Motarian, long on the day they only had an improvised gas mask, they had already begun their fight against these Barbarus beasts.

Back then, they relied on a suicidal march, and the comrades selected by the enemy would be responsible for attracting firepower, and every time they encountered the enemy, it would be a life-and-death parting.

But now, the corpses of the enemy are shattered under their scythes, and every bullet will take a life with precision!

The beasts that once required an entire resistance squad to kill were nothing to mention before their modified flesh, sophisticated power armor, and advanced explosive bombs were snatched.

They will be Barbarus's new Grim Reaper.

Hades was somewhat reluctant to find that those outermost groups would even consciously retreat to the inner circle after a period of time, not to rest, but to let those eager comrades come out to meet the enemy.

But it is also in line with the tactics of the march, and Hades did not say much, as long as he can maintain the formation of the whole team and maintain the speed of the march.

Motarian's voice rang out,

"Barbarus, has it always been related?"

"I think so."

Hades replied silently.

The whole of Barbaros has long had an inexplicable connection with Nurgle, it is the stage of its original destiny, it is the beginning of its original destiny.

And now, fate is still trying to turn back on the established track.

The entire army was soon moving into the mountains, and the increasingly muddy rain and thick poisonous gases hit them, but the power armor held them back one by one.

The road up the mountain was too narrow and dangerous for a large army to advance, so Hades and Mortarian left two hundred death guards and five untouchables behind at the entrance to guard the mountain path and prevent the wild beasts of the wasteland from attacking the mountain.

As it turned out later, this step was the right choice.

Hades and Motarian led the rest of their forces up the mountain.

Beginning with the death jacket, Hades and Motarian have been at the forefront of the line, and under the rainstorm, those familiar and unfamiliar scenes, memories gradually catch up with their footsteps.

It was here that they were shelled

Hades subconsciously began to be vigilant, but this time, the crisis came from underfoot.

The wet and soft soil soaked by the rain was like a mud swamp, dragging their feet towards the earth, and the smooth and hard feet of the power armor were climbed up by the soft mud.

A bolt of lightning struck.

Large and small, bloated and thin, the figure of the alien lord appeared from the mire.

Psionic fluctuations flickered around them, and the lord's eyes were blank and involuntary.

Hades looked closely, and he could be sure that basically all the alien lords on Barbaros were here, but to his surprise, there was no Nacre here.

"I didn't expect them to be just another kind of puppet plaything after all."

Motarian's voice rang out from behind the breath mask, and the alien lords who had oppressed the people of Barbaros and sewn puppets from human corpses were nothing more than slaves to another higher level.

He raised his scythe and fell silent, the roar of the chainsaw blade and the rattle of the chains tied to the end of the scythe.

"If you lose your hand, it's just another kill."

He was answered by the gunfire of the Death Guard as they began to attack.

The fluctuations of psionic energy came from among the lords, and compared to Motarian, who directly relied on his memories to harvest the stronger aliens, Hades commanded the team that protected the untouchables, carefully cutting and suppressing the psionic fluctuations of the alien lords.

The Untouchable were dispersed among the xenomorphs to calm the raging subspace and strengthen the barriers between the subspace and the physical world.

Surrounded by untouchable aliens, the flash of psionic energy instantly dimmed, and the death guards around it immediately seized the opportunity and began to harvest.

As he stared at the message on his helmet, Hades easily slashed off an alien lord, its sluggish head spinning and falling to the ground, splashing a little blood on the dirt.

The subspace here fluctuates violently, and the ripples are also exacerbated by the alien lords who use a lot of psionic energy, and the life data from the armor of the untouchable is not very good, and some of the frail untouchables even fall into a coma.

Hades frowned, although the untouchable is restrained by the subspace creatures, as long as the strength of the opposite side is high enough, it can actually put pressure on the untouchable in reverse.

But the good news is that the current Death Guard is more than enough to deal with these Alien Lords, and even though their arms and bodies are constantly crawling out of the mire, the sheer number and equipment advantage still make the Death Guard invincible.

"The other side wants to hold us back."

Motarian's voice came from the communication channel, and the stinging of electricity almost made Hades unable to hear him.

Motarian lowered the muzzle of his gun and aimed it at the corpse that had just been cut into pieces, flesh and blood surging as if he wanted to put himself together.

"Bang!"

The blue-purple flash of the Alien Pistol's Dark Lantern flashed after it was charged.

Hades swept the obituary, breaking the alien's body in two, but this time he didn't struggle again.

Hades pondered for a moment and analyzed the battlefield situation at this moment.

There were significantly fewer corpses crawling up than they had killed, and the number of lords on the field was gradually decreasing.

But it is estimated that there will be some time before it is all cleaned up.

"And up?"

"Hmm."

After leaving enough Death Guards behind, they continued to climb upwards with some of the elite Death Guards and Death Vests.

And this time, no one was left behind by the erosion of poison gas.

Hades subconsciously held his breath.

Billowing poisonous gases hovered over the top of the mountain, but the torrential rain had stopped here, and the thick clouds had formed a huge cavity here.

A foot deep, calm rainwater piled up on top of this hilltop platform.

In that position, in the same place where they had fought the alien Nacre, a bloated figure was standing.

Brilliant and eroded colors, drifting in the dim light, a pair of huge butterfly wings spread out from the back of Karastiphon, and on the pale, puffy face, a fine and regular, moss-like pattern climbed on it.

There was no other enemy, no imaginary ambush, and he hovered there quietly, his toes on the water—

Smile.

"I'm still here, Motarian, and I did."

Karastiphon was talking to himself, as if to Motarian.

Hades directly raised the deflagration gun, ready to shoot-

Motarian reached out to stop his shot.

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"Fifteen seconds."

Hades took a deep breath and suppressed his anger while letting the Death Guards who had followed them up the hill scatter around and occupy vantage points for their shots.

He could give them 15 seconds to think about life.

Motarian nodded.

"Callas, why?"

Motarian felt his voice shatter, why, why betray?

It wasn't until Mortarian stood here, seeing with his own eyes the depraved figure of Karastiphon, that the last vestiges of luck in his heart were shattered.

Why mutiny.

Could it be that Kalas was bewitched by the chaos of the subspace and fell into the abyss himself?

The original inertia has been completely broken, so friends turn against each other, why?

Motarian remembers the outspoken Callas, when did he become the way he is?

Karastiphon smiled,

"Weakness is the original sin."

He said.

"You're not really weak, you haven't understood."

Answering him was the roaring bullet of Hades.

Motarian was startled for a moment, but quickly lunged at his old friend, as Hades' bullet grazed his side and headed straight for Karastiphon.

"-"

Kalas raised his scythe, and directly blocked the hard blow from the original body!

Strange yellow-green psionic lightning swirled around his scythe, and Motarion, knowing that Kalas might be using psionic energy, immediately untied the scythe and did not engage with him.

"We've all seen those unacceptable images, why do you choose to fall?!"

Motarian spoke hoarsely,

"There is no freedom in this world at all! Mortarian, sooner or later the flames of war will consume us all! ”

Typhon stared at them, and they were in the abyss, unaware.

Partnering with tyrants who don't care about individuals is doomed to destruction.

"Instead of dying for a tyrant, choose a benevolent father who will at least give us a peaceful ending."

Unfortunately, he was unwilling to accept Hades, and he could only save part of it

"Motarian, I'm sure you're not one of those people who can be fooled by appearances!"

Merciful Motarian would understand him.

"Fart!"

Seeing Motarian retreating, Hades, who had just been assisting in shooting, stepped forward directly and began to fight with Callas.

"If you're forced to be a dog, don't bark!"

Hearing this, Motarian glanced at Hades in disbelief, had he ever said something like that?

Hades was unconscious, frantically trying to break through Karastiphon's scythe defenses.

The Seiko backpack behind Hades and the hot melt gun also directly hit Callas's face and began to shoot, but they were all stopped by a faint layer of psionic energy barrier around Callas's side.

Callas's bloated body entangled in psionic energy, the psionic shield, was completely vulnerable in front of Hades's black domain!

But only if he breaks the scythe of Callas's defense!

Callas, who had been cursed by Nurgle, grew so powerful that Hades felt his arm tingle from the shock.

Realizing Hades' intentions, Motarian swung his scythe directly from the side-

Water splashes!

Kalas flapped his wings and flew straight into the air, his colorful and dim wings flapping in the air, and the swirling clouds of poisonous gas began to converge around him, and the furious psionic energy flashed with joy.

"I'm sad you can't understand this, Hades."

He was condescending, looking down on the little spot on the ground.

"You're too short-sighted, Hades, short-sighted and superficial."

"Whenever Mortarian and I are thinking about how exactly we are standing here, how we should decide what to think, you always leave reluctantly."

Hades gritted his teeth and looked at the figure that rose into the air, every time, why is it a flying enemy every time?!

Shots rang out, and Karastiphon dodged the shot from the Death Guard with ease.

"Short-sighted and ignorant, blindly staring at one's own things, unwilling to look up at the grander narratives."

Hades looked at Motarian, who was clearly not long enough for the chains on his scythe.

Hades looked at Kalas again, and it was clear that Kalas was waiting for the clouds to pile up before his next attack.

He opened his private communication channel and said a few words to Motarian.

Motarian nodded.

Hades stepped back slowly.

Kalas stared at him suspiciously, he could feel the power of the clouds and rain piling up, they didn't have much time left, except for Motarian, the rest of the people, Kalas would send them to death.

And yet—

Motarian plunged the scythe into the ground beside him, and Hades, who had just retreated, suddenly rushed towards Motarian!

The original body crossed his hands into a pedal and sent the rushing Hades directly into the air.

"Am I superficial? It's you who is short-sighted! ”

Then with the lift that Motarian gave him, Hades rushed directly at Callas, trying to attack him with an obituary.

Kalas was dumbfounded, and then, with a laugh.

"You're always so stupid."

He happily watched as Hades rushed over, and with a turn, he dodged the brute's attack.

He watched as Hades' figure began to fall under the pull of gravity, and Hades was still trying to attack him with his teeth and claws, and some bullets came again, doomed to be useless.

"Really?"

Along with Hades' voice, there was a huge scythe—

Motarian threw the scythe over directly!

Just now, Hades's figure blocked the scythe behind!

Callas, whose attention had been on Hades, was hit by the giant scythe, and the glittering scythe tore deep through his power armor, spilling his internal organs.

And Hades, who had just fallen, grabbed the chain that Motarian deliberately released and was originally wrapped around the end of the sickle, Hades used both hands forcefully, and with a violent pause, he directly dragged Kalas down!

Typhon flapped his wings violently, trying to resist the pull from Hades, but the Original's skill allowed the scythe to get stuck between Karastiphon's flesh and skeleton.

The clouds that had just gathered began to dissipate again, as if realizing that the general trend had gone, and outside the mountain, the original torrential rain began to thin out.

They fall straight to the earth under the force of gravity.

"Bang! Bang! ”

The splash is gone,

Hades pressed against Callas, using the Black Domain to suppress Callas, and he held the scythe obituary, ready to harvest life.

"Don't kill me."

There was a sudden flash of lucidity in Callas's cloudy eyes, and he began to struggle, he tried to keep talking, no, can't kill me, but the sputum that poured up stopped him from speaking.

A whimper came.

Hades doesn't care, swing the scythe-

Blood trickled down the power armor.

Hades took a deep breath and controlled his already angry mood.

He turned his head to look at Motarian, who was holding his obituary at the moment, preventing him from continuing to slash.

"Don't tell me you're still trying to save him."

"No,"

Motarian said,

"I know this witchcraft."

He pointed to the tiny patterns that Karastiphon had climbed on his face,

"The death of the host will open a rift to the subspace."

"And the things around him will be indiscriminately sucked into the turbulence of the subspace."

That's what they're really planning.

Hadiston paused, and he pondered for a moment, somewhat irritably.

Then he took a deep breath,

"Do you have any other way?"

Motarian was dumbfounded.

But at the same time, Hades could feel that Karastiphon's psionic energy was beginning to become disordered—

Hades made an instant decision, and he grabbed Callas by the throat with his left hand, which was not holding a scythe.

The Black Domains began to flow down Hades' left hand, and after feeling the souls, they naturally poured out of the area where they had been imprisoned.

Callas's soul began to tremble, and Hades could feel him trying to escape.

The cloudy expanse of green and the unfilthy little white of the monk mingled together to form the soul of Karastiphon.

The smell of blasphemy came from the dark green soul spark.

Hades manipulated the Black Domain and cautiously began to try to devour Callas's soul.

This was the first time he had taken the initiative to devour the soul of a "human", which made Hades feel uncomfortable subconsciously.

Callas's soul screamed and fled, but was soon surrounded by the slowly pouring into the dark realm.

Drops of sweat ran down Hades' head, and it was extremely difficult and tiring to manipulate the Black Domain outside his body, as if he had run around Barbarus' equator.

Soon, Callas lost his voice and lay there dying.

Hades let go of his grip on Callas's throat and looked at Kalas in silence.

The signs of Nurgle were gone, and Callas became like a dead man, and even if he left it alone, he would not survive long after his wounds were torn open by the scythe.

Hades was sure that even if he killed Callas now, that witchcraft wouldn't work.

There was only a small piece of his soul now, and Hades devoured the muddy parts.

Can a person who has lost most of his soul survive? Hades didn't know.

Motarian pulled Hades up, and the original body silently picked up Callas, the wings falling off Typhon's back.

"Prepare to descend the mountain."

Motarian said.

Hades, who was tired and about to lose his strength, was in no mood to refute him this time.

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It's a little bit more tonight.,Because of the big chapter.,I'm sorry.

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