Barbaros, southern swamp.
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Hades was holding a sickle and sleeping in a strange posture near the farmland. In the simple little camp that had just been set up, the fire had just gone out and there was a faint smoke coming out.
It is now daytime in Barbarus. The nearby farmers have come out with their farm tools to work in the fields. The farmers are talking and laughing, but they all tacitly stay away from Hades's location.
Those were the strange wanderers who had traveled south almost together with the Death Guard.
At first, the villagers were quite disgusted with this mysterious man who wandered around the village from time to time. He looked extremely malicious and was annoying just by looking at him from a distance.
But when the villagers asked the Death Guards stationed there to expel the mysterious man, they were met with unanimous silence.
"That man is not a bad guy. His name is Hades."
Having said that, the villagers still cautiously avoided this person.
But then they realized the silent truth in the Death Guard's words.
When the screams at night gradually faded away, the villagers who drove their horse-drawn carriages to work on the farm the next morning saw an incredible scene -
There were body parts and debris scattered all over the ground, blood flowing all over the ground, wheat seedlings were trampled into pieces, and an expression of disbelief was concentrated on the broken head of the alien.
A pungent stench wafted from the wheat fields.
And next to this wheat field that looked like a picture of hell, a man was holding a sickle, half supporting his cheek and snoring.
There were still some sticky red blood on the silver-white blade, and the hooded man seemed to be soaked in blood, saturated with this thick plasma, and several scratches were clearly visible on his limbs.
He is the god of death!
The villagers, who were frightened and even trembling wildly, looked at all this in shock, and the man seemed to be disturbed - he woke up from his sleep with a little surprise.
"Ah, I'm sorry for ruining your wheat field. Haha. Uh. I'm really sorry. I wanted to lure them out, but failed."
The man laughed awkwardly a few times, as if trying to lighten the atmosphere.
Obviously, his move failed.
"I'll help you plant some to make up for it! Really! I'm so sorry!"
This world must be fake. He actually saw the god of death apologizing. This was what the villager driving the carriage thought before he passed out.
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After this, the villagers called this mysterious man "the dead soul" with respect and fear.
Of course, they did not dare to accept the apology or compensation from Hades.
Not only that, they would also regularly send some extra grain to this strange ghost. Whenever the ghost went out, the villagers would erect a dead tree next to the small triangular nest he had built the day before and tie a bag of grain on it.
The ghost spent most of the day sleeping to replenish his energy for the night battle, but sometimes, he would hold the huge sickle in his arms, sit on the ridge of the field and watch the villagers farming silently.
Some children would stand at a distance and look at this strange man curiously. If the parents were busy farming and didn't pay attention to their children, the brave children would sneak over.
The ghost seemed happy that the children wanted to play with him. He would take out a handful of roasted wheat, sit there, wave his hands, and call the children over.
—but no child had ever succeeded in reaching him.
Without exception, the brave children would feel dizzy and unable to breathe when they got close to the ghost. They would run away crying, leaving the ghost sitting there alone.
The man shook his head awkwardly, silently put away his roasted wheat, and continued to sit at the edge of the field, watching the children crying as they walked away, while their parents looked at the dead souls in fear from a distance.
Every time the crying children ran back, they would inevitably be hit by their anxious and frightened parents, who would then hug them tightly and pat their backs over and over again to comfort them.
In the distance are the silent souls of the dead, and here is the smell of human life.
It's always like this.
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The Death Guard who first arrived in the south had a lot of complaints about Hades.
He managed to kill three groups of wandering monsters in one night by himself and defend three small villages close to each other, while the Death Guard reinforced all the medium and large human settlements nearby.
Some people have suggested that the Death Guard should also take the initiative to attack at night. After all, the monsters in the south are more vulnerable than in the north.
There was a strange light in Carastiphon's eyes as he approved the proposal of a group of warlike and busybodies.
However, this team of five was attacked on the first night. Although they successfully repelled the slave-hunting team that was looking for them, three of them were seriously injured.
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In the summary of the meeting afterwards, Karastiphon paced around the sand table slowly.
"As you can see, Hades does have the ability to survive in the wild."
"Although I know that everyone here dislikes him, we are all members of the Death Guard after all, and our goal is to repel the alien lords who enslave the people."
"The Death Guard never seeks fame for nothing. The meaning of our existence is to liberate mankind."
"And, Hades—"
Karastiphon stopped walking, paused, and looked at the Death Guard captains who were sitting in a circle in the room, listening silently.
"He can relieve us of the pressure from the lord. After all, another goal of our trip south is to unite other human villages, so that we can devote more time and energy."
"Talk to the village leaders who are unwilling to cooperate with us"
Typhon was thinking that some villages in the south would be given some technology as a reward after they surrendered to the aliens, and among them were some anti-poison technology and weapon technology.
However, as time passed, those Death Guards who once had complaints fell silent.
Hades took the initiative to find Typhon, the leader of the Death Guard, to talk. He wanted to go to a nearby mountain to kill the lord.
"Are you crazy?! Do you really think you can kill a lord alone? Do you really regard that lucky chance as your own strength? You are not Mortarion! Hades! Don't be stupid!!!"
Typhon shouted in disbelief to Hades at the other end of the room. For some reason, Hades insisted that they stay out of range.
"I'm not crazy, I'm sure I can do this, I've fully anticipated it."
Hades's black eyes hidden under his hood stared at Typhon intently.
Typhon's heart trembled. He took a deep breath and continued speaking.
"Hades, Hades, Hades, I... I know I didn't like you before. Yes, I didn't like you, but after all, we three escaped together."
"We are the Death Guard, comrades-in-arms. Although we have had frictions with each other, we are still friends after all, aren't we?"
Typhon looked back at Hades.
Hades didn't say anything, he just nodded slightly, and the hood covered his eyes again.
"So, listen to my advice, don't go, okay, don't go."
"You are not Mortarion. No one else on Barbarus can do this."
Hades stood up, the things on his body clinking with his movements, and he bowed slightly to Typhon.
"Thank you for your kindness, Typhon. I am glad that we are still friends."
"But I'm determined to go."
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After that, Typhon saw countless chopped-off alien heads.
MD, that monster.
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