Angelon was woken up by the violent jolt, perhaps because the soulless untouchable realm could not reach the strength of Hades, and the Lord of the Red Sand vomited a mouthful of blood, and the cold blood wind instantly regained his senses.

He looked around and saw that he did not see the familiar figure, the warriors surrounding him were unusually restless and excited, some strange enemy was attacking them on the edge of the army, but even the extremely poor Angron could see that the attack was completely disorganized.

[What's wrong?] 】

Angron spoke, his voice hoarse and subtle, but even the smallest voice of the original could be heard by his loyal heirs.

Karn, who woke up, immediately replied,

"We received a signal from the fleet that they were not under enemy attack, and that reinforcements from the Forge World had arrived, and when the wind and snow faded slightly in a minute, the first air units to meet the retreat would arrive."

Angelon spat at the blood foam, and lying there made him feel like a weakling, so he staggered to his feet, and the World Eaters looked at him worriedly.

[What about the other warrior, Hades? 】

Karn in front of him was silent, only repeating once again that he wanted Angelon to rest and wait for news of the retreat.

The beastly Angelon narrowed his eyes as he walked up to Karn and bent down, a massive shadow looming over Karn,

[I said, you won't let the reinforcements go to their deaths, and run away yourself, right? 】

As he spoke, blood sprayed onto Karn's helmet,

Karn's voice squeezed out between his clenched teeth,

"This is Lord Hades's order, and the first duty of a warrior is to obey the order unconditionally."

Angelon threw his head back and laughed a few times, he felt angry, and the nails began to bite him,

"Who is your true leader, Karn!!" 】

"It's you, my father."

Karn replied without hesitation,

[Then now I order everyone to go back and support Hades!] When did the World Eater become a coward who would only hide behind others?! 】

Karn stood, motionless,

"Lord Hades said that the victory of this mission is your successful return to the Empire."

This caused Angron to scratch his face with his hand in annoyance, his nails tearing blood grooves on his face, he admired Karn's rebellion against him, but the original also wanted Karn to understand what he meant,

[What's the use of me going back? Can any of you take this damn thing off? 】

[I, Angelon, am going to die on the battlefield!] It's not about being a coward and dying on the operating table! Dead is dead! But I, Angron, will die on the battlefield! 】

Under his armor, Karn nearly shattered his armor, and the power of the black monster was seen, and he hoped that Hades would live, but that didn't seem realistic.

But at least, he could have brought back Anglon.

Karn pondered, his soul trembling, if he said that Angelon's past would not have come in handy at all, and would only hold back the Lord of the Silent Retreat, would the Primordial change his mind and wait quietly to retreat?

Karn felt the rope of triumph begin to burn behind him, wrapping around his thoughts like a boiling viper, making him fight, letting Angelon fight, it would be dishonorable to retreat...... Whispers rang in his ears.

Karn remained loyal to the Emperor until he met Angron, and after meeting Angron, Karn swore that he would always be loyal to the will of the Primordial.

So Karn said nothing.

Angron began to gasp, but anger gave him strength again, and Angron knew that this would be his last battle, and the nails would almost tear him apart, but he was now very clear and angry—and Angron knew it was a sign of returning to light.

The son of the mountain roared, and the voice fell,

[Everyone! If you want to fight with me, come with me! The rest stay where you are and retreat! 】

In response to him, there were layers of reverberating war cries.

Angelon roared in satisfaction.

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It's a cruel, arrogant, almost provocative toy.

In the snowstorm, Hades' eyes widened, his expression was extremely cold, and he listened to the roar of the knights around him, the metal twisting harshly, sprinkling debris on the ground.

Like peeling off a delicious orange, the Nighthugger slowly peeled away Hades' army little by little, even though he might have the strength to pinch the orange and lick the juice a little embarrassed.

But he didn't, he stood silently in place—the necromantic overlord's circle for him, the distorted space on the path of the toys charging at him, and the distorted space also affected many of the necromantic armies, but the overlord around him did not fluctuate in the slightest from the sacrifice of these slaves.

The Nightgoers needed them to come, and He had been imprisoned for too long.

Hades gasped, he wasn't a passing person who had absorbed the shards of the Star God, he could only feel more when the physical space was closer.

He "remembers" the old days of the galaxy, the memories of the Void Dragon.

Night-Seeker...... A sadomasochistic megalomaniac, an out-and-out scumbag, the first star god to start hunting and devouring his kind.

Hades sneered maniacally, but it wasn't his emotion.

The last shred of schadenfreude came from the Void Dragon learning that the Nighthoarder had been torn to shreds by his self-confessed servant for his conceit, trampled by the necromancy it called a slave.

Hades stared at the Nighthugger shard, he knew what he was seeking, and that was not his real distress more than Hades.

Green lightning was reflected in Hades' eyes.

See, and learn, these are the words that Machado had told Hades.

No—no—Hades thought, he couldn't learn, he could only know in vain and realize what was going to happen next.

At the behest of the Night Champions, Hades' knights directly tore through the defenses of the space necromancers, and Hades looked at the necromantic buildings that were "mistakenly injured" by space distortion, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Nighthugger raised his eyes, and Hades felt the power surging through his body, and he raised his hand in vain—beside the last knights, the metal began to twist, and green lightning lit up, and he tried to protect the last charging knights.

His actions attract the attention of the Nightgoers, who hovered slightly boredly in mid-air, looking at each other and looking away weakly.

In the midst of the blizzard, the sky above them lit up with a faint light.

However, in the next moment, Hades felt the weightlessness of the knight under him suddenly fall uncontrollably, and the scream of metal tearing through the air rang out, it was the death gaze of the Night-Bearer - it stands to reason that no life can survive the Night-Keeper's gaze.

He heard a female voice screaming in extortion, he heard a panicked roar coming from the channel, and Greier's mechs surrounded him at the last moment—and then everything was lit up.

Spears of light from the World Eater fleet burned silently, metal melted, blood and earth burned, as if the light that could scorch everything was quietly lit.

The sound of the air being violently torn apart rang out.

However, a dark figure still floated silently in the center of the spear of light, darkness reluctantly enveloping the necromancers and cages beneath him, and the scythe still waiting for the true time of the harvest.

The glare faded, and painful gasps rang out from beneath the metal ruins.

The semi-softened metal burned by the heat began to flow, Hades breathed violently, green lightning enveloped him, and he held the blade of his old enemy, the sword of the four gods was now shining with golden light, faintly resonating with the floating phalanges around Hades' neck.

The Nighthugger raised his scythe slowly and gracefully, but something suddenly interrupted his preparation, and he waved his hand impatiently with a heavy slamming sound.

The bombs and artillery fire pouring down from all directions immediately came to a comical halt in the air, but then there was a giant machine that fearlessly rushed towards the Nighthuers to fight—

Hades raised his head tremblingly, the majestic figure of the Titan appeared in front of him, and the banner of the world forged by Salem was hunting in the cold wind.

"For the Emperor! For Angelon! For Ohm Messiah! ”

The battle cry rang out with the sound of the Titan's explosion, but the Nighthug's movement slowed for a moment.

The second Titan rushed over.

Hades looked at the figures of the sages reflected in his eyes in disbelief, trembling.

Even though they didn't know Hades, Salem had a clear conscience in the face of a request from the Legion of the World Eaters, who had saved their lives.

Hades gripped his sword with difficulty, and the golden light burst out, even if they weren't calling Hades, but the sages' call to the Void Dragon still echoed in the maelstrom - perhaps Hades was not destined to harness the power of faith, but someone could.

The emperor's phalanges were glittering.

Don't worry, you won't let the protagonist just take the sword and cut it and it's over, and there's still fun.

Not today.

(End of chapter)