[Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. 】

Death on the battlefield is the final destination of every soldier, and the noble soul has been sleeping since then.

But he can't rest yet.

He couldn't bear to sleep.

It doesn't need to be witnessed, but when he left, they all knew he had come.

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The whole world turned into a blurry gray in Hades's eyes, mottled with light and shadow, and there was no difference between the pitch-black ground and the miserable white sky.

My chest hurts, but the pain is numb.

Hades breathed violently, he needed oxygen, and only a constant supply of oxygen could he continue to burn, burning desperately.

Burn, burn it all.

His chest heaved, and the dry, cracked, corrosive webs spread from where the plague father had spilled, and a sharp and piercing wedge was inserted, touching his organs with his breath.

The wound had already scabbed, but Hades knew that the heart-piercing pin could not be pulled out, and that pulling it out would mean the next heavy bleeding, and he could not bear another bleeding.

In a trance, Hades remembered the sneak attack from the Spirit Race on the plague planet, and remembered the farce on the vengeful spirit.

At least he was used to the pain from his heart.

Hades' body is also used to it, so he is still standing here, and he can continue to fight.

Trying to keep his eyes open, Hades gestured, two pistols from the space necromancer Tarasin had been lost in the melee, and he now only had one scythe.

But the good news is that a scythe is enough.

He felt the heaviness in his hands, the obituary that he usually waved with ease became heavy, the sound of his armor shattering, and his armor was clearly at its limit.

Tiredness, a long tiredness surrounded Hades.

He wanted to go forward, but the last of the tiniest threads held him, and Hades followed them, and at last, the image on the other end stunned him.

No...... Not the fragments of the dragon, not the endless darkness where they stood, they, the death guards.

The immensity of the Death Guards was like a silent forest, and they were silently looking at him, at Hades.

Hades swallowed subconsciously, and the gray sky was reflected in his distracted pupils, the figure slowly walking towards him.

The white-green forest moved, making the sound of metal clashing, and he saw a familiar figure standing in the depths of the forest, the heavy breathing of Motarian, Lord of Death, Pale King, hissing under a gas mask.

【Tenacity,】

The hoarse voice of the Lord of Death rang out, and his resolute gaze shone from under his hood,

Warrior, this is my only blessing to you. 】

Hades made a shattering sound in his vocal cords, vomiting blood in his throat,

This is...... Is this a scene that every Death Watch witnesses before they die?

The Death Guard, under the leadership of Legion Commander Motarian, is the loneliest of the many legions, good at frontal resistance to the battlefield, countless white-green warriors silently stepped on the battlefield,

On high-intensity battlefields, they will survive until the last moment and fight until the last moment.

And now, the Empire, the Humans, also need Hades to fight until the last moment.

Hades looked at the figure that rushed towards him, he felt the faint power of the body slowly surging out of the body when it was on the verge of limit, and the corners of his mouth cracked into a self-deprecating smile.

Perhaps, he became a death guard, the most correct decision he had ever made.

It was this decision that allowed Hades to stand here and never fall.

It's a pity that this time it's really going to be goodbye.

…… O Barbarus.

The screaming cable slammed into him, and Hades silently raised his scythe in defense, his speed long gone, he slowed down, became clumsy.

Hades wanted to unleash the angry scythe at his enemies, but he knew it was not the best solution for the captive beast called Hades.

He wanted to explode again, but the explosiveness that belonged to him had long since burned out, and he no longer had the reflexes that made his enemies fearful, and Hades burned brightly, and finally only the original undertones remained.

Hades recalled, he remembered every time he fought alongside the Death Guard, he recalled the way Motarian fought, he remembered, every defense, every move, every silence to take on the enemy's attack.

Vashtor's scream pierced his eardrums, blood flowed from Hades' ears, and the overwhelming cables struck him with the Craftsman's Hammer.

Vaguely, Hades felt the remnants of his power in Vashtor, but he was too weak to perceive it any longer.

Hades' broken vocal cords trembled, and he scythe, a dull loud bang and sparks, the Craftsman's axe pressed very close to his chest, and the sparks of the weapons burst into Hades' face.

Hades knew what they were saying about themselves in private.

He is not a "qualified" death guard.

Or rather, he doesn't look like a death guard.

His mind is more like that of an Ultramarine, his fighting style is closer to that of White Scar, and his sleek attitude towards people is much like that of the Shadow Moon Wolf.

Hades also knows.

He is not suited to the Death Guard's style of combat, which is seen as the passive defensive one, slowly and even clumsily eating attacks from enemies, and then swinging their scythes when they are tired.

Fighting a Death Ward means the battle can be extremely long and tedious.

Hades is not that kind of person.

Or rather, he used to feel that he wasn't that kind of person.

Hades's fighting style is always fast attacking and defending, taking him by surprise.

Hades will always explode when the enemy thinks he is at the end of his rope, and at the same time, Hades will not use the tricks of the time of battle without any psychological burden.

Therefore, from beginning to end, the martial arts that Hades learned, mastered, and applied were all acquired when he dismantled the rare raid skills of the Death Guard.

The Immortal has developed a unique skill that he has perfected through contact with other legions.

But now, Hades knew, he knew deep down that he could no longer use his previous fighting skills.

What little physical strength he had left didn't support him, and he continued to attack so willfully.

At this moment, the wisdom from the Death Guard, from Mortarion, is shining brightly.

The combat techniques developed by Mortarian originated from the top of Mount Barbaros to cope with the lack of physical strength caused by breathlessness.

Even though the Lord of Death improved this technique in the Legion era that followed, its original background color never changed in the slightest—

In that desperate situation, I fought alone to the last consciousness!

Hades let out a heavy breathing sound, this realization, he had already done.

Vashtor attacked like a madman, the former Lord of the Hearth now like a lost dog, its full body gone, its steel wings tattered.

After the stormy seas, it is already extremely fortunate to survive, and in order to stand on the battlefield, Vashtor also paid the price!

If Hades could see the whole picture, he would laugh happily and laugh at the guy who did business with Chaos.

But it's a pity that the current Hades has long been more embarrassed than Vashtor.

He fought, feeling Vashtor's fury, cables sharper than steel bars stabbing at him in countless sonic booms, arcs crackling towards him.

In the glow of the abomination fire, Hades shook unsteadily, as if he was about to fall again.

In a flash. Vashtor once again raised his craftsman's hammer, and the tyrannical arc of lightning suddenly rose up, illuminating a completely different light than the previous attack.

If you want to survive, then try to prevent enemy attacks as much as possible. 】

Motarian said he was standing on the farmland of Barbaros with a scythe and teaching people.

[But ......]

The voice of the Lord of Death paused.

[If you know that you can't survive anymore, or you think that victory is more valuable than life, then take the initiative to sell flaws, exchange injuries for injuries, and exchange blood for blood. 】

Wounds for wounds, blood for blood.

A cold light flashed in Hades' eyes, and Vashtor leapt towards Hades, the warhammer whirring, and at the same time, the sharp sound of the scythe breaking through the air rang out from under the Lord of the Hearth—

Shh

The Firelord's cable was the first to pierce the armor, and the shredded flesh splattered, and Hades was silent, the scythe in his hand long since replaced his roar.

Vashtor's furious face was reflected in his eyes, and the Lord of the Hearth roared angrily, but Hades couldn't hear anything clearly.

Hook sickle.

The scythe, which Ben had tried to stop Vashtor's attack, suddenly shifted direction!

At this moment, time has been stretched for an extremely long time-

A heavy force feedback came, and the sound of the Terminator's armor shattering came from bone conduction, but Hades had long since stopped caring about these at the moment,

He felt the touch of his helmet, the blade of the sharp scythe cutting through the desecrated metal, and the bright light of fire burst from Vashtor's body, and the expression of the Lord of the Fireh seemed to let out a terrible screech.

In a flash of lightning, the hammer slammed downwards and the scythe lifted upwards.

The new pain hadn't caught up with Hades, and his eyes burst with cruelty, and Hades jerked the scythe closer, his right hand letting go of the scythe, and rushing forward—

Smack.

The hammer slammed down to the ground, lying pale at Hades' feet.

The obituary was still inside the main body of the fire, emitting a faint glow as it struggled to collide with the metal.

Hades was expressionless, new blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his right hand was now raised straight forward, gripping Vashtor's neck.

Vashtor clucked, and the cables around its body exploded haphazardly, stabbing at Hades, its claws flapping against Hades' armor, leaving a cacophony of claw marks on it.

+…… You...+

Vashtor's suffocating words squeezed out of his throat,

+…… You...... Monster ......+

It struggled to look at the monster in human skin, how could it be, why, why?!

Why is there still a being that can survive the attacks of the four gods and even continue to fight?!

He should have been unconscious! He should have died a long time ago! He should have been picked like the heavy fruit of a branch!!

No, no, no, no, how can this be?!

The four gods last left him alive for the last sacrifice, and before that, Vashtor could take its benefits, but why, why—

Vashtor struggled hard, Hades had already fallen on him countless times, and Hades had already dropped the Craftsman's Hammer on him countless times.

But now—

The hand that held its neck grew colder and colder, no, he couldn't kill it, unless this monster used the Black Domain, but he couldn't use it, yes, he couldn't use it!

Vashtor laughed madly,

Yes, it will only be banished back to the High Heavens, it will not perish!

As Vashtor laughed, the struggling cables stabbed into the Terminator's armor, but the monster around his neck stood still!

Vashtor stared at him, the cold darkness in his eyes that made it tremble, fear, fear climbing up like a maggot that eats bones.

Hades stared at Vashtor calmly, he knew what he had to do, the silvery metal was glistening slightly.

How, there is a real sleep in the subspace that gives control to the [Machine] and the [Craftsman].

The last vestiges of the Void Dragon fragment began to scream, a fire of abomination from the physical world, against subspace creatures, against things with similar authority!

As if aware of something, Vashtor's struggle suddenly increased, its broken wings flapping Hades violently, and the crackle of metal clashing sounded.

From afar, I could only see the struggling Vashtor, but I couldn't see Hades, who was obscured by his wings.

Hard...... Hard...... Hades felt the earth tremble under his feet, a new enemy had arrived, and he didn't have much time.

In Hades' hands, there was a crackling sound of metal twisting in Vashtor's neck, and the silvery liquid metal spread from his neck like a crack—

+ No, no, no, no, no!!! +

Vashtor screamed,

+ In the future, there is a place for me in the future!! Not so!! +

But as it struggled, large chunks of parts began to fall from its body, which had been split in half by the scythe.

The silvery metal of the star god climbed up, and as the metal spread, the distance that Vashtor could see was slowly swallowed up by the darkness that surged up, and it was horrified and desperate to see that the river of its own destiny was slowly drying up.

At this moment, Vashtor truly realized what the real [God Forsaken] was.

Why is he feared, why is he wary, why is he targeted.

For the first time, the unrestrained creatures of the subspace felt the instinct of fear engraved in the depths of their souls from existence itself.

Vashtor screamed, the burst of fire lit up between the mechanical parts, and at the last moment, the Lord of the Hearth decisively chose to blow himself up and flee-

“…… Sizzle"

A silent voice rang out from Hades' mouth.

Bang!!!

Syllable!

Silver-white flowers exploded around the neck of the blasphemous creature, and Hades let go with a blank face, and the mechanical corpse scattered, falling to the ground in large chunks.

Above Kadia, parts of the Lord of the Hearth are spread out at the feet of the Hades.

This time, Hades smiled from the bottom of his heart.

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【Mars】

In front of the statue of the Hades, the great sage of Jin, who was praying sincerely, trembled violently.

Something happened.

Kim immediately looked up and stopped praying, but at the same time, a dispatch from Makado came in his communication.

There was a hissing in the engine of the Kim-306, and he remembered something bad.

Kirkland......

Kim thought,

You're following Hades now, if something happens to Hades...... Kim can't spare Kirkland in this life.

At the same time, countless sages in the casting world, who were buried in the classics and commanded in the workshop, looked around suspiciously, wanting to know what had just happened.

Someone has changed something, and they don't realize it all at the moment.

But one day, they will know that today,

Who is the one who sends them the most heartfelt prayer?

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【Barbarus】

A dull thunderclap rang out.

Motarian, who had been lying at his desk for three days, slowly raised his head, why did he feel faintly wrong all these days?

A white light fell from the window onto Motarian's desk, who stared thoughtfully at the scenery outside the window, where rolling clouds now covered the sky of Barbarus.

It's going to rain.

The sound of the wind mixed with water vapor swept through the vast cornfields of Barbarus, and the corn seedlings bent their heads slightly, revealing the prayer grain bags hanging from the black sculptures.

The cultivators raised their heads from the fields, and involuntarily, they looked to the sky, to the direction of the star.

Cadia is shining.

4.5k,It's gone today.,I've burned out of full class updates.,Don't wait at night.,Spit souls......

Thank you [Slaanesh God Chosen Mohana] for being on the alliance again, the boss is atmospheric!!

Thanks to [Lee No Regrets] for the 30,000 tips!!

Thank you to the friends who supported me and rewarded me!

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A digression, the one who apologized hasn't called me yet, it's not this one, don't admit your mistake, this is the boss!

And then I'll apologize again today.,The group thing affects the book friends who read books normally.,The main thing is that I'm inexperienced.,And the private chat on the other side blew up my mentality.,It's still a writer friend I trust very much.,So it's sloppy.。

Next time this kind of thing is solved in a private chat, I won't bother everyone again!!

The new group will be created after the end of this volume, so it will look like on the weekend.

(End of chapter)