Barbarus, northern mountains, the territory of the alien lord Nakre, on the mountainside.
Now.
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The gloomy sky pressed down, and the thick poisonous gas flowed slowly around the soldiers like a real river.
Mortarion swung his scythe, and the iron chain wrapped around the lower part of the scythe rattled.
The blade was sharp and unparalleled, and every swing of the sickle splashed a cloud of blood.
Countless pieces of corpses lay piled up at his feet. Dark and yellow pus slowly flowed out of the large wounds, gradually soaking the ground beneath his feet.
Near him, five guards led by Carastiphon were also fighting with scythes.
Countless aliens and puppets, holding weapons high, pushed, howled, rushed forward, and were torn to pieces by the sickles.
A little further away from them, Hades was also swinging his sickle.
He compressed the black area to five meters around his body, and directly raised the sickle to kill among the dense group of puppets, spinning the sickle, dancing the dance of the dead among the puppets like a wild dancer.
When the high-level puppets angrily tried to rush over to fight, they would suddenly be crushed to the ground by the rapidly increasing concentration of black domain and temporarily lose their combat power.
What's worse, some were forced to kneel down and tremble under the surge of pressure.
Every time the sickle is rotated, a life is harvested.
Hades danced with his sickle tirelessly. His experiences in the south had deeply tempered him. The warrior now knew how to take the enemy's life more efficiently and accurately in battle.
Only a brief and precise death is the last mercy I can bestow upon my enemy!
When the black mass of puppets was reduced to only a few puppets that collapsed and fled into the distance, they all pressed down their sickles at the same time.
Mortarion's guard, Haznir, drew his gun from his back and aimed at the scattered puppets that were escaping.
A few gunshots rang out and the puppet fell to the ground.
At this time, if someone looked up from the bottom of the mountain, they would see a road made up of the corpses of puppets, like a twisting and winding earthworm, tirelessly twisting and slowly crawling to a higher place on the mountain.
"It went pretty smoothly, I think."
Hazniel's voice was the first to break the silence.
"Don't take it lightly, this is just the beginning."
Mortarion's dull voice rang out from within his armor.
As if in response to what Mortarion said, Hades' voice rang out from a distance, in a place that was "invisible and undetectable" to everyone.
"Dodge!!! Sky!!"
In response to Hades' words, a bright red light flashed faintly in the sky where the poisonous fog was rolling.
The seven of them quickly ran back towards the nearest obstacle, with countless tiny sparks splashing around them.
The Primarch's tall body was running wildly on the mountain at a great speed. Mortarion even picked up Murnau, who almost fell down after stumbling while running, with one hand.
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When the blood-red fireballs roared out of the sky and revealed their hideous faces—
—The creatures on the ground also roared out their anger.
"emission!!!"
Death Guard Morag stood beside a cannon, his scythe pointed at the fiery ocean of blood above the mountainside.
The artillery deployed in advance on the flat ground at the bottom of the mountain began to roar, and countless bright yellow ammunition whistled and suddenly cut through the poisonous fog.
This gorgeous bright yellow penetrates through layers of fog and pierces the sky!
Screaming shells, raise our deafening battle cry! .
When Mortarion dragged Hades, who was left behind, into the gateway bunker, the bright yellow at the front crashed into the blood red, biting and exploding in the air, bright flowers burst open, fragments flew everywhere, and dived to the ground screaming.
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After the first bright flower blooms—
Flowers begin to compete for spring.
It's daybreak.
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The alien lord Nakre unleashed all of his remaining artillery fire, but the cunning alien had never expected that the once tiny humans had also mastered the technology to improve and manufacture artillery.
Today is the day you die!
When the roaring sky calmed down and the trembling earth subsided, the group of people who went up the mountain climbed out of the pass bunker that had been broken into pieces and was in a mess due to the impact of debris.
On the ground that had been torn apart by the artillery fire, countless body parts were burning fiercely, and the pungent stench of corpses could be smelled even by those who were wearing closed respiratory circulatory systems.
The fire burned quietly.
"Thankfully, we worked overtime and managed to set up the artillery."
Hades's slightly relaxed voice rang out.
Prior to this, the Death Guard, who had just captured the plain at the bottom of the mountain, suddenly received information from their old stronghold in the rear.
At the equator of Barbaros, a faint golden light appeared in the poisonous gas that lingered all year round.
Then, a messenger claiming to be from Terra arrived.
He claimed that he came to look for a friend and was currently waiting at the old base.
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Mortarion immediately changed his plan to reach the summit of the mountain in three days, and prepared to start climbing immediately after nightfall.
This led to an argument between Calastyphon and Mortarion.
Karastiphon believed that the Death Guards, who had just fought in the plains, needed to rest. At the same time, if they attempted to climb that day, the heavy firepower and artillery would not be fully deployed.
But Mortarion insisted on reaching the summit immediately.
The so-called messenger from Terra.
Mortarion was panicked. This couldn't be a good thing.
Mortarion had questioned what he was.
A baby that fell from the sky, where did Mortarion come from? .
During the dispute between Mortarion and Calastyphon.
Hades also joined in.
But Hades, who often advises playing it safe, went against his usual practice and insisted on Mortarion's plan.
"Give me one night. You don't have to deploy everything. Just pick the key areas that might be attacked and set up artillery in a targeted manner. That'll be enough."
The next day, the Death Guard and Mortarion, who had just taken a short break, saw the artillery pieces that had been camouflaged and deployed at the foot of the mountain.
And Hades with a messy head and dark circles under his eyes.
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Mortarion looked up at the sky. The sky that had just been bright and shining had now become silent again, and the poisonous fog was rolling rapidly and violently again.
It seems that Hades' advance prediction and arrangement played a key role this time.
".Well done, Hades."
Hades shrugged, and his armor shook and made a crackling sound.
“It’s time to keep going upward.”
He looked up and saw that the upward mountain road was now winding its way to the summit.
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Just as a piece of ice can feel the heat of the sun, Hades could also vaguely feel the golden power at the other end of the mountain.
What Hades has to do now is very simple.
Assist Mortarion in killing his adoptive father. If this is successful, then Mortarion's chance of rebellion in the future will be reduced by one point.
Even if they fail, the Emperor will come to the rescue in the end, and they will most likely not die.
Hades knows that in this game where I may not win, but I will never lose—
He generally likes to take a gamble.
(ω) Happy reading
(End of this chapter)