Without any hesitation, Hades raised his hand and fired a shot, the black scythe cut through the space, and from above the Titan, Hades leaped straight towards Perturabo.

Darkness enveloped him, and with a crackling bolt of lightning, he saw that Perturabo wanted to move the turret behind his armor, but after a few soft clicks, Perturabo's eyes panicked for a moment, and his attempt failed.

But Perturabo raised his weapon almost at the same time.

Hades raised his scythe and compressed the black domain at the same time, one hit, only one blow was needed-

Clang!!!

Sparks erupted from between the hammer and the sickle, illuminating their faces, and Hades tingled as he saw the sharp tip of the obituary's knife touching Perturabo's skull, the green blade breaking through the skin and bleeding blood.

But Perturabo had already lost, and Hades felt that the long pole of the warhammer blocking his scythe had been discharged, and Perturabo stood almost in his armor as if he were dying, standing only on the support of the armor, his body had lost its strength, and Hades exerted his strength downward—

？！

On the scale of nanoseconds, Hades jerked his eyes up, his dark pupils reflecting a strange fluctuating chaos, and the demon army and psionic storm were overwhelmingly attacking this direction.

Accompanied by the curse of Qianjun, the wind brought up by the psionic storm tore through Hades's messy hair and lifted him directly! The scythe against the furnace of the Iron Lord's head was almost a moment away, but it was only a moment—

Vashtor, who was speeding in the distance, laughed.

Bang!

Hades smashed straight into the body of the Divine Machine Titan behind him, and then a tank that was overturned by the hurricane smashed into it!

Rumble!!!

Smoke billowed up, and the massive machine let out a distant roar, falling backwards in an irreversible motion, crashing into the ruins of the vehicle.

The darkness that had left gave Peturabo a respite, and he breathed like a fish in the desert.

The light lit up in his eyes again, and for a moment it was as if he had truly realized death, and the fiercely flickering soul fire seemed to disappear for a moment at that moment.

Perturabo coughed violently, and for a moment his whole world was dark, and there was no more data coming to him, only himself, and only himself.

And just as Perturabo coughed and vomited, and began to grasp his body again, above the body of the Titan, around the armor of the Iron Lord, a treacherous green arc of lightning jumped, crackling, getting more and more intense, and the width of lightning went from the thickness of a thumb to the thickness of an arm.

A cold voice sounded from the smoke and dust, with a faint anger,

"You're glad this is Kadia."

Hades stood up from the titan's stump, the fragments of the tank scattered from him, but with an eerie silver glow, Perturabo's pupils trembled, and the solid steel turned into a semi-soft silk-like existence, and they shimmered from the darkness, sliding down the black armor of the Immortal.

Blood spilled from the corners of Hades' mouth, and he compressed the black domain that enveloped the area, and a huge trembling psionic light was reflected on the dark border, and for a moment it was impossible to tell who was eroding whom.

But Hades' eyes were unwavering, and he stared at Perturabo as he saw blood running down his forehead.

The concentration of psionic energy here is extremely strong, and it is still aimed at Hades, if it weren't for that, Perturabo would have died a long time ago.

But it didn't matter, Hades listened to the shouts of the approaching demon army in the distance, felt the weight that was squeezing him all the time, and it became difficult to breathe, as if this was no longer air, but the deep sea filled with a vast ocean.

It doesn't matter, it's just the difference between dying in more than ten seconds,

Hades lifted his foot from the steel wall, and he stared at Perturabo, whose armor had been locked, and the Iron Lord was clearly aware of this, and he looked at his armor in a panic, the proud armor of the Iron Lord was shedding silver tears, as if in repentance of his sins.

The liquid gold dripped and floated in a gravity-defying manner surrounded by green lightning, slowly condensing into slender spikes half a meter small, trembling and floating in the air, as if they had not been disturbed by the wind.

Hades took a deep breath, and through the mist of Cadia, he seemed to see the great eye of fear slowly watching here, with a strange and chaotic light.

Darkness enveloped each other, and the time seemed to be stretched for an extremely long time, and the whole world was like a sloping seabed, time slowed down, and the panting each other became slow.

Snort.

The slight sound of piercing rang out from the night, accompanied by the screams of the adamantite as it shattered, and the teardrops turned into spikes, piercing the armor of the adamantite, and blood seeped out in the steel and trickled into Perturabo's feet.

The long needle stabbed straight into the Iron Lord's body, and the prisoner couldn't move.

A maniacal smile cracked into the corners of Hades' mouth, but unfortunately, he couldn't control the droplets precisely, otherwise he would have aimed at his brain, Hades waited for the gap when the psionic storm weakened, and the front foot against the earth began to exert force-

Hades slammed out.

The turquoise of the edge of the obituary's blade pierced the darkness around him, and the scythe struck the imprisoned Perturabo's head!

At the same time, the long wedge stabbed into Perturabo's body, his hard armor cracking and the smell of blood rushing to his nose.

Hades stared at Perturabo, and he saw that Perturabo was staring at him, the face of the original body was terrifying, and Peturabo's eyes were cracking, and tiny beads of blood oozed from his eye sockets.

The clatter of cracks resounded from around the Iron Lord.

"Repent, betrayer!"

At the last moment, Hades's roar sounded, but at the same time, the sound of steel breaking suddenly came to Hades's ears-

It was almost a dark gray wind.

The scythe, which had no time to turn, slammed into the air!

Hades leaned sideways almost as soon as his foot touched the ground, and the hammer that smashed into his side made a heavy noise, and a distinct dent appeared from Hades's breastplate.

Hades immediately turned around and spun the scythe, the green light forming a circle of death around him, and he heard the sound of metal falling to the ground, but the tactile sensation of the scythe told him that he had pounced.

Hades's gaze refocused on Perturabo in the distance, and he stared in surprise at the Iron Lord, where Perturabo was standing, still shaky—

With the help of the spike's shattering point on the armor, the Iron Lord broke free from his armor!

Now, wearing only a lightweight Olympian-style combat suit, Perturabo was half-naked, holding the warhammer in his hand, his broken spikes bulging from his chest muscles, his abdomen and arms, pointing straight out.

Perturabo smiled, he felt ...... Feeling the feeling of finally becoming strange, in the midst of this darkness, everything fell silent, including, including-

[It seems that my conjecture is correct.] 】

Including that feeling of being watched.

Perturabo knew that something was broken, that it was no longer over, that in this dark ocean he could no longer feel the lines of control, those he commanded the Iron Warriors, and those who pointed at him.

This is true freedom.

Perturabo laughed, no, almost, he could feel the disgust in his soul, not just the dirt and rust of the lately, but the golden light from earlier.

They both existed in his soul, and to Perturabo's amusement, in a way, these outer rays protected his true soul in the dark ocean.

He even looked at Hades who was being used by him with some contempt, even though he felt a faint fear and uneasiness, his soul was trembling and screaming, but the mad excitement and ecstasy made him still stand here.

[You, Hades—]

Why do you want to be a chess piece? You have absolute freedom, you should be the one who dominates. 】

Perturabo said that his soul was dying, burning, but he was trying to gather his flames, the Iron Lord carefully controlling the distance between him and Hades, his soul fire was getting smaller, but it was getting brighter and brighter as the impurities were erased.

Even in the darkness, Perturabo's eyes lit up, a dangerous bright yellow shining in the deep gray.

He struggled sideways, and two flashes of fire passed by, leaving scorching burn marks on his shoulders.

Perturabo licked his lips, he could hear Vashtor calling for him, he looked at Hades, Hades looked embarrassed too, he was fighting against something—against the unseen beings, Perturabo knew it was all the help of Vashtor and Luojia.

Perturabo opened his hand slightly, he leaned back, blood flowing down his chest, painted into a battle suit,

[I can ally with you, Hades!] 】

Hades fired another shot at Perturabo's mouth, and he gasped, he seemed to know what the four gods were doing, similar to the emperor's phalanges, but with more violent and brutal forces squeezing him.

But Hades was also resisting, he was resisting violently, and he could feel that they had paid a great price, so much so that the psionic energy that suppressed him had changed two different colors in a few moments.

"Fart!"

Hades shouted, and he lunged at Perturabo, but Perturabo was clearly prepared not to fight him in close quarters again, and he was clearly more agile with his heavy armor off.

Without hesitation, the Iron Lord turned around, his purpose had been accomplished, and he began—

Run back.

Flames splashed from the ground beside him, and they began to chase through the steel jungle.

Hades almost felt like he was going to blow up, he was running out of time, and Perturabo was fooling him - he wasn't even ready to fight Hades!

Or did he realize he couldn't beat Hades after taking the next move?!

But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that Hades' opponent once again chose to flee.

In a trance, Hades seemed to be back to that afternoon, running on the flagship of the alien race, but this time no Lord of Death helped him stop the damned lackeys.

"Coward! Don't run!!! ”

Hades shouted, and he held the obituary aloft, a chain made of blackstone wrapped around his right arm.

Peturabo's words kept ringing in his ears,

[Self-willed lackey, false god, what reason do you have to condemn me?! 】

Hades stared at the fleeing figure, and though blood was still streaming from the corners of his mouth, he aimed at—

A full moon streaked across the sky.

Sharp enough to bring a light touch, the cross-section of flesh and blood is exposed in the air, and bone residue is splashed!

Perturabo snorted, his gaze downwards to see the green shadow, his left calf severed from a third, revealing a contracted tendon.

Peturabo, who was running rapidly, was in a trance for a moment, and at this moment, bang! The massive broken sword gliding through the air slammed into his head like a stone slab, and Perturabo finally lost his balance and fell to the ground.

In order to catch Peturabo and close the distance between the two in a short time, Hades pounced forward-

His cold hand arrived on the battlefield after 0.3 milliseconds, grabbing Perturabo's head, but at this moment the Iron Lord was already groggy in the black domain, Hades also fell to the ground, he pressed heavily on Peturabo, weapons scattered around, and without hesitation, Hades directly smashed Peturabo's head towards the sharp steel bars exposed in the wreckage next to him.

"!!"

Hades yelled angrily, looking at the steel bars that had been smashed flat by the primordial head, and realized that he was momentarily dizzy, but even so, in a few seconds, Perturabo's soul would dissipate directly in his black domain.

The rumbling noise filled Hades' brain, and he couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the blood flowing in his brain or the sound of the battlefield.

Hades regained the broken sword with his other hand, and he struggled to get back to his knees, and the broken sword stabbed directly into Perturabo's neck, and the corners of Perturabo's mouth that were deeply pressed against the earth showed a smile, and he was right—

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom !!

The huge flying ship fell directly into the battlefield from the darkness overhead, and in a trance, Hades saw silver and gold worm cables, and the fire of the explosion violently hit his vision, containing the white light of psionic energy, and at that moment, Hades caught a glimpse of the figure of the metal monster.

Vashtor stood in the center of the firelight, his aislemen slowly picking up Perturabo who was slumped in the wreckage, the damn thing still smiling at the corner of his mouth.

Hades' sanity was broken for a moment at that moment.

In the midst of the firelight, Hades, blown away by the shockwave, plunged his broken sword into the earth, he steadied himself, and then crashed into it like a mad bull, completely ignoring the psionic energy that was frantically pressing on him, as if there were four madmen screaming in his ear, but it didn't matter, Hades's ears buzzed, and blood flowed out—

He straightened and resolutely raised his broken sword towards Vashtor, who turned in horror and saw that he was still here, and he saw that the smile on the corner of the damned Perturabo's lips had finally changed to the shape of his mouth before he roared in terror.

To be able to make Vashtor scream, he must have looked like a madman in that moment.

Psionic fluctuations rippled around Vashtor, a precursor to psionic teleportation—Hades pounced on him, raising his broken sword, the darkness nearly shaking the area and interrupting their escape.

Vashtor's ausceptibility broke open under his sword, and in order to catch up with them, Hades gave up his balance and fell to the ground, but he instantly twisted and rushed towards Vashtor and Peturabo, who had also begun to flee.

"Give Me !! to Die"

Hades shouted, but he saw the blazing scarlet steel bull running towards them from a distance, and without hesitation, Vashtor spread its wings and rushed towards the bull, one of its appendages grabbed the bull, and in the darkness of Hades, the bull carried away with Vashtor and Peturabo in his arms.

Leaving an unknown expression on his face, Hades half-knelt in the rubble.

Hades roared angrily, with extreme rage,

"Uh-uh-uh-ah!!! Give me back!!!! Coward!!!! ”

The next moment, the tide of psionic energy that suppressed his black domain subsided abruptly, and the noise of bombers could be heard in the sky.

Hades roared angrily as if he didn't care about any of this, and in the distance, the knights of the Silent Order, who had arrived urgently, began to fire ammunition into the sky, and farther away, the Luojia in the center of the altar collapsed to the ground almost out of strength, and the improvised sculpture of the hanging flesh and blood pseudo-god had turned into a charred wasteland.

4.4, yes

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