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This chapter is also known as:

"Help, I have passed the customs perfectly, and when I opened my eyes, I found that I had returned to the novice village with a full-level god costume"

"Big Daddy Is Myself"

"Beat whoever is upset, whoever looks at me and I hit whom"

"You kid, yes, that's you, Motarian, come here, call daddy"

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【Barbarus】

On the reckless wasteland, under the fog cage that makes people unable to distinguish the four fields, it will not disperse all year round.

The gray mist wafted outward, radiating outward from the scattered human settlements, and the poisonous fog grew thicker and thicker, covering the vegetation of varying heights with a veil of death, and from time to time strange tall creatures appeared from the mist, and then disappeared into the white manlessness.

The people of Barbaros would not easily step into the fog, and the people who had lived here for generations knew that it was a forbidden area for human life, and even the strongest youth in the village dared to explore the truth of the wasteland in the daylight in groups and wearing the tightest gas masks.

It should have been like this, until—

The man who was working in the fields looked up as if he felt something, and his eyes looked at the wasteland in the distance, but found nothing.

Following his gaze, shuttling through the billowing white mist, shuttling through the withered branches, among a dense grove, the branches trembled slightly......

…… There was a quiet snoring.

A small black dot floated across the sky, as if it had found something, and the black dot hovered in the air, getting bigger and bigger, and the flying rotting vultures hung their necks, staring at the different colors among the trees.

It glimpses a touch of human color.

The human who was alone in the wasteland was on its recipe, and the rotting vulture squinted, folded its wings, and swooped straight down towards its prey—

"Smacking !!!!"

The screams directly tore through the silence around them, and the creatures that inhabited the trees were scattered in all directions, and the once quiet field suddenly became lively.

But the original scream is gone.

“…… What the heck? ”

Hades sat up in a bewildered expression, his face covered by the bushes, and he looked around blankly, holding a pinched chick in his right hand.

He remembered that he had a good death in the end, how could he still be alive when he opened his eyes?

Hades' face was full of question marks, his body reacted before his brain, and Hades stood up and took a deep, deep breath.

- Ahh Hassan, this is the air of my hometown!!

The familiar and wonderful air instantly sobered Hades to his senses, and as he struggled to sniff the poisonous mist, he found his sickle and gun among the trees.

Hades stepped out of the bushes and saw what he was familiar with, Barbarus.

Because of the existence of the underworld, Hades knew that this was not a fantasy of the subspace - besides, he and the emperor had already beaten up all the unpleasant looking people in the subspace, where did the little devil dare to use the illusion to fool him?

Staring at such a familiar environment, Hades realized one thing -

He seems to have been born again.

But God did not deprive him of the experience and divine costume he had worked so hard to brush up.

After double-checking and spying on the local villagers, Hades was convinced that he was reborn, and he was reborn in the years when he first arrived in Barbarus.

But this time, Barbaros ushered in not a zero-level Hades, but a full-level Hades.

The smile on the corner of Hades' mouth became more and more presumptuous.

Nurgle, huh?

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A superman appears on Barbaros.

At first, the giants, who were more than two people tall, appeared not far from the village, and the bewildered people set up their defenses in terror and hid in their homes.

But the giant only stood at the edge of the field, glanced at the panicked people from afar, and after breaking a white corn cob, he went straight away.

The people who saw the giant leave breathed a sigh of relief, but then, that night, the people witnessed a real nightmare.

Above the mist-shrouded wilderness, there was the sound of wild and unruly laughter, and the screams and screams of countless monsters,

Pale Laughers and Scavengers scurried from the side of the village into the distance in a panic, but the giants that appeared in the fog pointed at the creatures in the distance, and the monsters fell like soulless puppets.

At the same time, everyone huddled in their homes felt a cold, biting sense of powerlessness.

The next day, when the sun rose again, the bold youths went out to check and saw an incredible sight.

Monsters that were once considered murderous beasts fell in droves in the wasteland, some uninjured or torn apart with extreme brutality, and they even found human-like tooth marks on the corpses of some monsters.

The giant killed the monster.

The news spread like a prairie fire, like the galloping footsteps of giants,

He seemed to be consciously and systematically clearing out those devouring beasts, and countless monsters fell on the wasteland with a grief, and every few dozen steps, there was a pile of new bones.

He even stepped onto the lord's stronghold near the village and screwed off the alien's head in the lord's terrifying psionic white light.

For most of the protists on Barbaros, their real nightmare is coming.

But for the people, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the giants seemed to be kind to them.

Whenever he passed through the village, the giant would only take the fruit of a crop and would not hurt or destroy the village.

Gradually, the bold tried to get closer to the giants.

Those who had been looking for the Giant had all come back in surprise and in a hurry, and according to them, the Giant had no mask in the fog, and his face was not as stupid as that of the average giant, his face was as hard as a knife-cut rock, handsome and heroic, and his scarlet mechanical eyes were murderous.

The giant said that his name was Hades.

Hades treats humans very well, someone tries to invite him to sit in the village, and sits on top of the pile of alien bones, but Hades, who is leaning on the scythe, just waves his hand,

"Wait until I'll plow the ground first."

He said lightly, while throwing the white bud rice that the villagers had voluntarily given to him into his mouth, along with the belt stick.

Plough the ground again?

The people of Barbarus, who make a living from farming, looked at each other, and it never occurred to them that the word plough could be used here.

He said he was plowing!!

And Hades did exactly that, setting out from the lowest-lying wasteland of Barbaros and heading towards the high mountains, Hades' scythe meticulously scraping every piece of soil.

Compared to the footsteps of the Hades, there has been a great migration of creatures on Barbarus, led by the alien lords who have fled their territory, and countless creatures that the Hades regard as "the object of extermination" are fleeing non-stop into the distance.

They don't even have time to stop to rest and feed, because the monster chasing them doesn't need to rest!

That weird, nightmarish laugh gnaws at them!

The monsters fled to the alpine terrain, begging Nacre, the true master of Barbarus, to take them in.

The alien lord Nacre, who lives on the top of the highest mountain in Barbaros, has the best of sorcery, and has countless puppets and armies under his command.

No matter how strong that giant is—but under siege by all the monsters of Barbaros and Nacre, he can't win!

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There was a noise outside the dark house.

Sitting silently in the room, Motarian silently wrapped the bandages around his arm as if he hadn't heard the sounds.

It's just a bunch of outlaws who came to worship the pier.

On Barbaros, some monster has descended.

There was an obscure glint in Motarian's brown eyes, and since a week ago, countless lords and monsters had fled from the south to take refuge with his adoptive father, Nacre.

They trembled and fell to their knees, eager to offer their allegiance to their former nemesis, Nacre, only for Nacre to take them in and provide them with a way to live.

Just for ...... Stay alive.

Motarian scoffed at such behavior.

But what he didn't want to see was that Nacre's army was expanding as other forces joined.

Motarian wants to kill his adoptive father...... The Primordial was not happy to see Nacre's power grow.

The original body tied the bandage on his arm, he touched the dagger hidden at his waist, and well, he stood up, lowered his head, and obediently followed the puppets who were waiting for him to leave.

As the monster got closer and closer to Nacre's territory, Motarian got into the cabin and began to slowly start the convoy towards the top of the mountain, his adoptive father had placed most of his army on the mountainside, and he himself and several psionic lords stood in the fortress on the top of the mountain, hoping that the poisonous mist would weaken the monster's power.

At the same time, Nacre also decided to let Motarian, who he had imprisoned on the mountainside, come to the top of the mountain—the damn xenomorph didn't want to waste a good card in his hand too soon.

Sitting cross-legged in the bumpy cabin, Motarian was silent, in Nacre's castle, the concentration of poisonous fog was not very high, and he could move and fight in the meantime.

This is......

Motarian lowered his head and touched the dagger at his waist again, a determined glint flashing in his eyes.

This is a good chance for him to kill Nacre.

If the monster arrived, Motarian thought, and in the dark, the Primordial realized that Nacre couldn't defeat the monster at all.

If the monster arrives - it will kill Nacre and Motarian together.

Motarian thought.

The Primordial accepted his imminent death very calmly, and Motarian might try to escape, but only before he killed Nacre.

Motarian killed Nacre, and the monster came and killed them all.

Or maybe Nacre killed Motarien, but Motarian thought that he challenged Nacre and hurt Nacre to help the monster kill Nacre.

Either way, Motarian will be one step closer to his ultimate goal, Nacre's death.

…… Hoping that he could kill Nacre, Motarian was silent, but the original body felt ridiculous, still in its infancy, and the young original body seemed to have no ability to fight the alien wizard at all.

He was too young.

Either way, Motarian knew that his life would be stuck at this stage.

He only wanted ...... A flash of hatred flashed in Motarian's eyes, and he wished only for Nacre to die.

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Hades narrowed his eyes and looked up at the top of the highest mountain in Barbaros, where a dense gray army was hovering among the mountains.

He unleashed a low concentration of the Black Domain—oh, the big moth at the top of the mountain.

No, it shouldn't be called Big Moth now, let's call it Lao Mo instead.

Hades thought for a moment, the original body should not seem to be in danger of life at the moment, and if he climbed the mountain at full speed...... It takes almost a quarter of an hour to reach the top of the mountain.

Hades was silent for a moment, he could actually let the underworld descend, and then only bypass the original body and end the game directly.

However, according to Hades's understanding of Motarian, this big brother is a backbone, and now he is most likely thinking about how to kill his adoptive father.

Hades thought about it, the empathetic Hades would not directly kill the chances of the original body like a stubborn emperor, Hades swaggered out of the hiding place and decided how to fight next.

How to play - speedrun.

Hades hairspray swept his hair, shook his head confidently, and a cool and crazy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the full-level boss slaughtered the novice village, he was so happy, he was so willful.

Big Moth, your good daddy is here to save you.

Watch him kill indiscriminately.