Dust and cobwebs were everywhere, and Callas lifted his feet, a light layer of dust covering his helmet.

The long-stagnant engine started running again, and the humming sound was like an ancient giant whale, and layers of white mist slapped on the giant ship.

At the foot of the ship, the dead trees that had grown over the years were broken like twigs, and on the deck, the armor was either bloated and rotten, or the warriors were as thin as bones, hurriedly walking, starting the ship in place of the long-dead crew.

"Whew-"

Stranded in the garden mud, the Tenacity began to move slowly.

Kalas breathed a long sigh of relief, and in the stargazing hall, the star-counting platform designed and cast by the Pale Lord himself began to move, the course was correct, and the time was correct.

A long sobbing sounded in his ears, and Kalas didn't want to tell if it was Nurgle's or Aisha's.

Except for the Pale Lord, they were all too cowardly.

Kalas felt relieved that the delicate balance of the millennium had finally been shattered by two alien gods, and that Nurgle could no longer imprison his self-proclaimed beloved son.

"Put !!"

Kalas roared as the Death Guard's last stockpile of black missiles was released as a parting gift to the ruined garden, and the edge of the garden was even darker as smoke and dust rose not far from the ship.

The white mist washed away, and the Fortitude slowly sailed away.

It's over......

Kalas took another deep breath, and with a total of 490,000 troops, as well as hundreds of millions of auxiliaries and accompanying sages, only a handful of soldiers survived...... 70,000 ...... Most of them are also distinctly mutated.

Mortals survived even less, only the strong believers associated with the Grim Reaper barely survived, less than a hundred.

Silent white mist poured up and down the cracks in the hallway, gently pulling up, and Kalas felt the pain from his body as if he had been run over a little lighter, and Mortarian spread his power to his followers—

However, Kalas wasn't sure if it was just a painkiller or if it actually had a healing effect.

Doesn't matter.

Kalas looked up at the ceiling, the Pale Lord locked himself up, he needed to prepare to return to the physical world - he might try to make himself less intimidating, or maybe not.

……………………

……

Tiredness, pain, hopelessness.

Death.

Monster.

Stained with alien blood on his bony fingertips, Motarian crouched on the ground, patiently drawing the numbers needed for the ritual on the ground, the words written in blood like chains, and like the limbs of a living spider, locking the prey in the center of the formation.

His wings hung to the ground like a tattered cloak, and screaming skull-like patterns shrieked in between.

7665678…… Mortarian wrote, his eyelashes moving,

[Quiet. 】

He said, looking up at the sacrifice being nailed to the floor, Motarian needed some of the authority of [life], or at least a little weakening Aisha, so that the prisoners would not escape easily.

Tears flowed out, Motarian sped up his speed, the spirit god of life loves to cry, teardrops have the function of enhancing herself, gouging out her eyes does not stop crying, Motarian tried.

[Okay......]

The Pale Lord stood up, and he walked to the center of the altar, holding the black stone spear stuck in the ground—the polarity was masculine.

+ May I ...... it.+

It was no coincidence that a thin whisper sounded, like the soft tone of Barbarus, but distorted like the hum of a garden, and the spell that could manipulate Nurgle's authority was a variation of Barbarus—none of this was a coincidence.

The incantation lit up, and the whole hall flickered, and the sacrifices whimpered, only to be quickly overwhelmed by the white mist.

The sound of rustling growth sounded.

Tender yellow sprouts emerge from the cracks with bone-like armor, vines hang down, pink flesh grows, and quickly climbs up to the insect-like shell, forming muscles and skin—

- A puff of white mist erupts from between Mortarian's mask.

Scorched yellow climbed up the leaf buds, vines curled up and withered, gray putrid tissue fluid oozing new muscles, and the pale lord's body shook.

Mortarian still clutched the spear, the light flickering, his grip on the spear slowly released, the ritual aborted, and the mist quickly subsided.

Failed.

Motarian coughed, and he looked at Aisha, the spirit god had fainted.

Can't afford it...... Death is inherently repulsive to new birth.

He needed to find someone else, Motarian breathed, this result was not a surprise to him, the original body himself could not imagine what it was like to be in charge of [life], he was not attached to life.

Motarian's mind searched for his brother...... Maybe Vulcans can give it a try.

He gave up the attempt, and Mortarian turned, and sat back down on the bench wearily,

Motarian raised his hand and looked at his bony hands like insect arthropods.

He took seven deep breaths...... Go back, go back...... Hades is in the Sun Star Field.

He wanted Hades to see him for the first time and not mistake him for an alien.

…… When did he become so much like Killiman? Such optimism.

Maybe he shouldn't have gone back to the physical world.

The physical universe doesn't welcome a subspace too much, although he has a way to get there, only at some cost.

Motarian's hazy eyes blinked, and he silently calculated in his mind, he remembered the decapitated dark spirit, the emperor acted, but the Pale Lord was well hidden—his old stubbornness protected him well.

Tara...... Emperor, Emperor, Hades...... It was hard for Motarian to imagine the coexistence of the three, and in the numbers told him, they delicately formed a balance.

The gas mask spewed out a puff of white mist again.

Go back, go back...... In any case, the Pale Lord needs to return, and since no one among his brothers wants to return first, he will return on his own initiative.

The man needs help, and he needs to see his old friend.

Motarian was silent for a moment, then looked at his hand again.

……

Instead of despair, he should have prepared in advance, and when Hades saw him, he would have an escape route in case he ran away.

The Pale Lord laughed out loud in despair.

A former friend who ended up being an alien on the top of Mount Barbarus, Motarian despairs, but he still exists, and lasts...... And refused to leave.

After all, his long-cherished wish is unfinished, after all, he prides himself on being tough.

7…… Motarian looked at Aisha, who was struggling slightly, and he knew something was wrong.

He needs to obey the laws of subspace.

The subspace has its own unique order, starting with 6 and then 7......

No...... The first one doesn't have to be 6......

Motarian was silent, but he still remembered his wishes.

At least two ...... He wanted to fulfill their wish back then.

Hopefully, the other person remembers the promises of yesteryear.

…… Hopefully, he will return as a human being.

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Athens Academy 1.1 update.

First of all, Hades brutally restricts the forum traffic of each sage, they can't dump garbage on the forum indefinitely, which is too much pressure on the main server.

But he still maintained the hierarchy, and the higher the rank, the more traffic.

Another change is that Hades has increased his level to fourteen, and he still underestimates the sages, and his combat power has expanded a little fast.

In the fifth month after the establishment of the [Athens Academy], not only the low-level technology like an avalanche, but also Hades received a lot of technology left over from the Golden Age.

Some of these technologies didn't even get out of the sage himself, and uploaded them directly to the Academy of Athens, wanting to see how much the technology in his hand could be rated-

In short, use the Academy of Athens as a free valuation system, or want to see if there is a full version of the technology.

In this way, there are a lot of low-level and middle-level techniques, and very few high-level techniques, but the highest grades that surpass the high-level receive many mutilated papers in a vague way—because the sages do not know the value of the technology in their hands.

Hades was blown away.

This added a lot of work to him, in addition to the government censorship, Hades began to work with the sages to complete these extremely valuable technologies, military cannons, super giant viruses that can devour an entire star sector, and change the trajectories of star planets......

After a brief assessment by Hades, Hades believes that the weapons formed by applying these technologies can even be a simple wrestling with space necrons.

When it comes to space necromancy, the application of [Athens Academy] also brought unexpected surprises, Hades found a very small amount of necromantic technology in a large number of uploaded technologies, and Hades touched a sage who was determined to innovate.

This unremarkable sage, who has a part of the space necromancy technology, comes from the infamous Foundry World Huangquan VIII, and is fortunate enough to be on the same ship as Kaul.

α3 Alina, through Kaul's mediation, Hades successfully found her, and after simple communication (coercion and seduction) and fame charm, Hades obtained a loyal sage.

This sage and his knack for digging graves have his own set of tips for robbing graves, and he likes to dig up space necromantic graves beneath jungle planets.

So far, she has successfully dug up the tomb world of no less than four small dynasties,

Although, according to the sage, only one of the worlds involved deep digging - only because she was convinced that due to natural causes, something had gone wrong with the automaton of the little dynasty, and the space necrons could not be revived properly, and the planet became a death star.

This also became the reason why α3 Alina was exposed to Hades' gaze.

In the depths of this small dynasty, under the coffin of the Necromantic Lord, α3 Alina forcibly inserted her 654 tapeh into the socket under the coffin, and forcibly downloaded a piece of space necromantic data with four different communication protocols.

This garbled code was not successfully cracked by the sage, and was forgotten by the sage for a long time, and finally the sage judged it to be a piece of waste code.

With the mentality of casually increasing the experience and going to the forum to confront the sages of the supremacy of human technology, α3 Alina uploaded this "waste code" to the [Academy of Athens].

and was successfully discovered by Hades.

At a glance, Hades judged the value of this code - it was a lord-level control protocol.

"O Ohm Messiah, then...... What does this mean? ”

α3 Alina asked hesitantly as she stood in front of Hades.

Hades was silent, realizing that there are always talented people in the human race, but these talents may not be aware of what they are doing.

"This means,"

Hades said slowly,

"After finding the key to the corresponding dynasty and breaking through the firewall of the automaton - this agreement will allow us to gain lord-level control and take over the low-level armies of the space necromancers."

The sage also fell into a long silence, and after a long time, she spoke again carefully and meaningfully,

"My lord, I think the first two points are difficult to achieve?"

Hades was silent again.

In his absence, it would have been difficult for humans to decipher the keys of the space necromancy, but here he is - he has the knowledge of the Void Dragon, cracking the keys and breaching the firewall...... As long as you have time, it's not particularly difficult.

The emperor is above, this is too blasphemous.

This opened a new door for Hades, but even a pragmatist supremacist like Hades felt a little unacceptable.

…… Command an army of necromancy?

In fact, in the world of space necromancy, there is a kind of world called [Lonely World], which is a kind of world that is automatically managed by automata, for different reasons, the mind of the space lord is destroyed, unable to wake up from hibernation, unable to realize the advanced functions of the program.

The consciousness of the space necrons has been completely erased.

But the time for recovery has come, so the automaton who can't find a manager will mechanically awaken the space necrons and lead them to expand in imitation of the actions of the lords of yesteryear.

This proves one point, that is, the army of space necromancers, does not look at who the commander is.

They "obey" the commands of automata, or rather, the drive of the program.

The low-level space necrons do not possess high-level functional minds, have no personality or soul of their own, and only know how to accept orders from the machine soul.

So...... In the event of human interference with the automaton at this time, enter the management agreement and let the automaton confirm the new manager.

Hades looked at the submissive sage in front of him, and felt that he had opened the door to a new world.

Hades brainstorming.

No, Hades thought, now that the empire is unstable, it can't be rashly exposed.

Each dynasty has its own unique key, and cracking the key for an entire dynasty requires at least one automaton from the Crypt world, and breaching the firewall requires real-time operation.

If he wanted to increase his leverage in the battle against the space necromancers, Hades thought that it was time for him to increase the dynasty key in his hand.

He remembered the gravediggers of the Death Guard.

One of the technical sergeants of the Death Guard also specializes in necromantic gravedigging, but perhaps because of Hades' order 10,000 years ago, the Death Guard is not as wild as the sage, and the mech soul system that directly connects the man and machine directly to the space necromancer-

The opportunity to discover the management agreement is also missed.

It's time to assemble a new gold squad, Hades thought, it's best to be small, quiet, gunless, and dig up the necromantic crypt to find the key......

While he might be sorry for the figure king for doing so, Hades would rather he owe the figure king some of his own.

"α3 Alina, I'm going to give you a mission."

Hades said solemnly, "Next you'll need to connect with the Death Guard's technical sergeant. ”

…………………………

"You've been happy lately?"

Macado said, calmly putting down a piece on the chessboard, and Hades, who was opposite him, pretended to ponder his chin,

Then a hearty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that was more difficult to suppress than a blaster.

Fortunately, he was wearing a mask at the moment, obscuring his image-destroying smile.

"I think of happy things."

Hades also walked his own sunspot, and Macado stared numbly at the chessboard - another stink, this kid's heart is not here at all.

Hades has already been in touch with Motarian ......?

Macado thought that he felt the approaching force of silence, but in the end it did not stop...... Did the Pale Lord see his true colors? Probably not, but that doesn't affect ......

As the final piece of the puzzle, the Tuchucha engine is about to be found.

Damn the spirits...... He can't be in a hurry now.

Makado thought, picked up the white son,

"Knowing you're in a hurry,"

Macado said that Hades' smile was even brighter,

"You guessed it, old horse? I thought you weren't paying attention to ......"

…… Oil guy's.

Hades was stunned, he felt the approaching psionic energy, he subconsciously raised his head and stared at the closed door,

Macardo sighed, threw the chess pieces in his hand at will, and got up, "I've been helping you keep an eye on the garden, and when he comes back, I won't bother you,"

Hades looked up blankly,

"Huh?"

Isn't it the news that he found the control protocol of the space necromancy?!

Wait a minute?! Who's back?!!!

Without waiting for Hades to react, the diminutive minister immediately left through the side door, and the sound of the door closing sounded, and Hades stood up suddenly.

He hurried to the gate, and saw the surging mist in the black domain, and the content of spiritual energy seemed to be a little too high, and Hades subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

Although he went to ask Volks' old Mo every day like a chiming bird when he would come back to share the hardships together, the news he got was always fast-

Hades is not hopeful.

But - but - what is that?!

Hades's pupils were shocked, he didn't expect it to be so sloppy, so easy, just like the Vaux at that time, well, he should be mentally prepared.

According to common sense, Hades should just open the door and give his good brother a warm welcome and do a random orangutan dance.

But Hades was just standing in the doorway, and his hand on the doorknob was hesitant to exert his strength.

The psionic energy also stopped on the side of the door.

Death, despair, and silence, Hades felt these three forces.

White mist poured in through the cracks in the door.

Hades took a deep breath, he adjusted his facial expression, and slammed the door open,

"Hey! Die-"

The inhuman shadow and mist drooped, and the words from Hades' mouth got stuck in his throat.

[Long time no see," Mortarian said wearily, and the Grim Reaper looked at the frozen Hades, the wrinkled mountains piling up in the corners of his eyes, and Motarian let out a long sigh of relief and patted Hades's shoulder armor.

Motarian swept directly past Hades, and naturally sat down on the only life-size chair in the room, where he sat and stared at Hades,

I'm so tired. 】

Motarian said, not surprised to see Hades stiffly turned,

"Motta-Motarian?!"

(End of chapter)