On that day, Hades descended death and redemption. 】

[The Hades led the armies and tore the bloody path to the main city, the flesh and blood of the alien race withered under their feet, the tragic scream was silenced in the underworld, the darkness came, and there was still hope.

The living bear witness to the great deeds, and the dead can sleep peacefully.

May the glory of the Ohm Messiah live forever, we witness miracles, and we are His chosen missionaries for the New Age. 】

The sky is dark and the sand is yellow, the dust storm is everywhere, and the yellow sky is long and does not see the day.

A violent explosion erupted from the wasteland they had long since lost, the sky trembled, and the alien fleet gathered, but under the sandstorm, no one knew what was happening there.

Fat mixed with flesh dried up in the sand, every inch was filled with corpses, and the metal skeletons of the sages slept with the metal shells of the alien race.

He shrugged and curled up in the trenches, all dead, all over, the battle line he had held on had been routed, the tall aliens searching the trenches for the last survivors, screams rang out from the sands from time to time, always reminding him that he too was going to die.

Blood and rust mingled, and the depressing smell of rust filled his senses, and he felt his inner confusion become chaotic, and bad thoughts crept up like crazy.

Footsteps sounded, and he could imagine the four-legged monster walking on the sand, and he took as deep a breath as silently as he could, clutching the molten bomb in his arms, he was trembling, the sand behind him grinding roughly.

For the sake of the Ohm Messiah, for the sake of the Ohm Messiah, he kept saying in his heart that death is not terrible, death is not terrible.

The footsteps of the alien were louder, and he was ready.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, accompanied by an abrupt hissing and the sound of blades breaking through the wind.

[Hey, sage, reinforcements have arrived, put down the bomb in your hand.] 】

He opened his mouth with the data of the visitor in the airwaves, it was a brand new legion name De Death Guard?

He stood up trembling and dragged a hand out of the trench, his sensors telling him that a wall was standing in front of him.

Bright light shone from the distant wasteland, piercing the sand and dust against the light against the armor of the Space Marine, the logos of the Mechonia and the Death Guard intertwined.

Behind him, the corpses of the alien race were stacked, blood oozing out, ticking, ticking.

The unusual feeling trembled in his soul, and he suddenly became calm, and the boiling water was silent, with an oppressive coldness.

It was as if the soul was relieved under the deep sea, high pressure and suffocation surrounded him, but the malice above the surface of the water was far away.

[I am Hades, the commander of the Death Guard, and I am ordered to exterminate the alien race, and I need your guidance, Sage. 】

Ohm Messiah.

As Hades' army marched, a ragged and tattered contingent hung on the outside of their ranks, the sages who still survived, most of them crushed by the slow grinding of stone in the previous war, and they were in a state of confusion and sluggishness.

What disturbed Hades was that the souls of these sages all had more or less unstable parts, just in case, he had been driving the maximum dilution of the Black Domain, which would inevitably make the already fragile souls of those sages even more unstable, but the current situation did not allow for anything else.

From time to time, the sages in the group fell unconscious, and their companions continued to drag them forward, and the parts and red robes dragged them to the ground along with them, flowing all the way.

Led by the sage, Hades led the Seventh Company to smoothly smash through the alien army that surrounded the main city.

No, that's just what they think.

Hades looked silently at the skeleton of a memanic, the thick rust like a second coat of its coat, breathing and growing.

The more they marched towards the main city, the more obvious the traces of these rusts became, and the orange rust even replaced the river of blood, wriggling to climb the metal of the sages and aliens.

The people and aliens who are fighting here are no longer aware of their consciousness, and they are fighting towards each other in a muddle, but they don't know that the rust wriggling under their feet is the real deadly, and in the area where the rust is thickest, a wound can make these rusts cling to it, enthusiastically killing a soul.

That's why Hades and they are moving forward so well, and both sides of this war are clearly confused.

Hades frowned, trying to probe the rust with the Black Domain—and sure enough, the rich aura of the subspace was attached to it.

[Alert, there are psionic creatures.] 】

Hades opened his mouth to warn, and at the same time spread the black domain further, and they advanced cautiously, and the dusky rust withered in large patches as far as the troops went, leaving them dry.

He looked up, and in the yellow sand, the outline of the main city was blurred in the yellow sand, revealing an ominous aura.

Motarian frowned.

"The armor of the troops that come into contact with the enemy is starting to rust rapidly?"

"Is it quarantined?"

Leo, the apothecary across from Motarian, nodded and gave Motarian an affirmative reply, the original body mused, this sounds like some kind of disease, but why spread a disease that doesn't kill people?

On the picture from Leo, the rust in the isolation room was already covered with a thick layer, and those spores-like rust even floated, undulating in the air, growing tenaciously in the sanitizing agent prepared by the apothecary.

And by fighting the enemy, Motarian could tell that this was not a disease deliberately spread by the aliens, and in fact, the aliens were also suffering from it.

If it were a normal Motarian, he would leave the matter to the pharmacists and technical sergeants, but he remembered that the strange ship from before could not be let up at this time.

"Garo, you are in charge of the current fleet battle, remember, pay attention to the signals of Hades on the main star of Just, and do not let the ships of the alien race support the main star."

Still unable to comprehend and imagine the sacrifice of these aliens, Motarian easily allowed Hades' fleet to break through at the cost of a small number of light cruisers that confused the enemy.

"Call the Zero Company to come over, pharmacist Leo, and take me to check on the situation."

The troops responded quickly, or rather, Hades taught the Zero Company well.

Led by a grave keeper, a few tall mechs, a silent team of untouchables, two strange oil guys, there is no more eccentric team than this.

Ignoring the slightly feared untouchable mortals, Motarian stared silently at the tall mech, a familiar and unfamiliar feeling echoing through his soul, disgust, yes.

[Lord Motarian, we respond to your call. 】

An unfamiliar female voice came, and Motarian felt the infinite anger in that voice with satisfaction.

This short point, there is another one today. Wait for me, huh.

(End of chapter)