Sorry, but I'm from the second episode (1)
[The previous extra story has been moved]
Warning before watching: [Schrödinger-like connection with the main plot] [Character collapse] [Pure cool text] [Brainless flow]
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"Help, I cleared the first round perfectly, but when I opened my eyes I found that my max-level gear was back in the Novice Village."
The Big Daddy is Me
"I'll beat up anyone I don't like, and I'll beat up anyone who looks at me"
"You kid, yes, that's you, Mortarion, come here and call me daddy"
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[Barbarus]
Above the vast wilderness, the fog that makes it impossible to distinguish the four directions persists all year round.
Gray fog was floating, radiating outward from scattered human settlements. The poisonous fog became thicker and thicker, covering the uneven vegetation with a layer of white veil of death. From time to time, strange tall creatures appeared from the fog, and then disappeared into the white wilderness in a flash.
The Barbarus people would not easily step into the fog. People who had lived here for generations knew that it was a forbidden zone for human life. Even the strongest young men in the village only dared to travel in groups, wearing the most stringent gas masks, to explore the truth of the wilderness in broad daylight.
That's how it should be, until—
The man working in the field raised his head, as if he felt something. He looked towards the wasteland in the distance, but found nothing.
Following his gaze, I shuttled through the rolling white mist, through the withered branches, and in the dense bushes, the branches trembled slightly...
… during which a peaceful snoring sounded.
A small black dot floated across the sky, as if it had discovered something. The black dot circled in the air, getting bigger and bigger. The flying vulture lowered its neck, staring at the different colors among the bushes.
It glimpses a touch of humanity.
Humans who were alone in the wilderness were on its menu. The vulture narrowed its eyes, folded its wings, and swooped down straight towards its prey.
"suck!!!!!"
The screams directly tore through the silence around them. The creatures living in the bushes were frightened and fled in all directions. The quiet field suddenly became lively.
But the initial scream had disappeared.
“… What the hell?”
Hades sat up in a daze. As soon as he stood up, his face was covered with bushes. He looked around blankly, with a killed chicken in his right hand.
He remembered that he had a good death in the end, so how come he was still alive when he opened his eyes
Hades' face was full of question marks. His body reacted before his brain. Hades stood up and took a deep, deep breath.
—Ah! Hassan, this is the air of my hometown!!!
The familiar and wonderful air instantly woke Hades up. While trying to take a deep sniff of the poisonous fog, he found his sickle and gun among the bushes.
Hades stepped out of the bushes and saw the familiar sight of Barbarus.
Because of the existence of the underworld, Hades knew that this was not an illusion in the Warp - besides, he and the Emperor had already beaten up everyone they disliked in the Warp, so how could this little devil dare to fool him with an illusion
Staring at such a familiar environment, Hades realized one thing -
He seemed to be reborn.
But God did not deprive him of the experience and magical equipment he had worked so hard to earn.
After repeated confirmation and spying on the local villagers, Hades confirmed his idea. He was reborn, and he was reborn in the days when he first arrived in Barbarus.
But this time, what Barbarus faced was not the zero-level Hades, but the full-level Pluto.
The smile on Hades's lips became more and more outrageous.
Nurgle, huh
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A superman appeared on Barbarus.
At first, the giant, who was more than two men tall, appeared not far from the village. The bewildered people set up defenses in fear and hid back in their homes.
But the giant just stood at the edge of the farmland, glanced at the panicked people from a distance, broke off a white corn cob, and left.
The people were relieved to see the giant leave, but the next night they witnessed a real nightmare.
In the foggy wilderness, there were wild and unbridled laughter, as well as the roars and screams of countless monsters.
The Pale Laughers and the Scavengers ran frantically away from the village, but the giant that appeared from the fog pointed at the creatures from a distance, and the monsters fell down like soulless puppets.
At the same time, everyone huddled at home felt the biting cold and powerlessness.
The next day, when the sun rose again, the brave young men went out to check, and they saw an incredible scene.
The monsters that were once regarded as murderous beasts fell in the wilderness in groups. Some had no external injuries, while others were torn apart extremely brutally. They even found human-like tooth marks on the corpses of some monsters.
The giant killed the monster.
The news spread like wildfire, like the galloping footsteps of a giant.
He seemed to be consciously and systematically eliminating the man-eating beasts. Countless monsters fell wailing on the wasteland. Every few dozen steps there was a pile of new bones.
He even stepped onto the lord's stronghold near the village and twisted off the alien's head in the lord's terrifying white psychic light.
For most of the native creatures on Barbaros, their real nightmare has begun.
But for the people, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the giants seemed to be kind to them.
Whenever passing by a village, the giant would just take the fruit of a crop without hurting anyone or destroying the village.
Gradually, some brave people tried to approach the giant.
Those who were looking for the giant all came back surprised and hesitant. According to them, the giant was in the thick fog, but he was not wearing a mask. His face was not as foolish as those of other giants. His face was as hard as a rock cut by a knife, handsome and heroic, and his scarlet mechanical eyes were full of murderous intent.
The giant said his name was Hades.
Hades treated humans very well. Someone tried to invite him to the village to sit down. Sitting on a pile of alien bones, Hades, leaning against his sickle, just waved his hand.
He said this lightly while throwing the white corn that the villagers voluntarily gave him, along with the skin and cob, into his mouth.
Plow the land
The people of Babarus, who made a living by farming, looked at each other in confusion. They had never thought that the word "plow" could be used here.
He said he was plowing!!!
And Hades was indeed doing so, starting from the lowest wasteland of Barbarus and heading towards the mountainous area, with his sickle carefully scraping every piece of soil.
Compared with the pace of Pluto, a large-scale biological migration took place on Barbarus. Led by the alien lords who fled their own territory, countless creatures regarded as "extermination targets" by Pluto were fleeing to the distance without stopping.
They didn't even have time to stop to rest or find food, because the monster chasing them didn't need to rest!
That weird, nightmarish laughter bit them tightly!
The monsters fled towards the mountainous terrain, hoping that Nakre, the real master of Barbarus, would take them in.
The alien lord Nakre lives on the highest mountain top of Barbarus. He possesses the most advanced witchcraft and has countless puppets and armies under his command.
No matter how strong that giant is, he can't win under the siege of all the monsters of Barbarus and Nakre!
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There was a noise coming from outside the dark house.
Mortarion sat silently in the room, silently wrapping the bandage on his arm, as if he didn't hear those voices.
But they are just a bunch of desperate people who come to visit the dock.
On Barbaros, some monster has descended.
An obscure light reflected in Mortarion's brown and yellow eyes. Since a week ago, countless lords and monsters fleeing from the south have sought refuge with his adoptive father Nakre.
They knelt down tremblingly, eager to offer their loyalty to their former mortal enemy, Nakre, just for Nakre to take them in and provide them with a way to survive.
Just to... survive.
Mortarion scoffed at this behavior.
But what he didn't want to see was that Nakre's army was expanding with the joining of other forces.
Mortarion wishes to kill his adopted father... The Primarch is not happy to see Nakree's power grow.
The Primarch tied the bandage on his arm, touched the dagger hidden at his waist, then stood up, lowered his head, and obediently followed the puppets waiting for him to leave.
The monster was getting closer and closer to Nakre's territory. Mortarion got into the cabin and slowly started the convoy towards the top of the mountain. His adoptive father deployed most of the troops on the mountainside, while he and several lords with extremely strong psychic powers stayed in the fortress on the top of the mountain, hoping that the poisonous fog could weaken the power of the monster.
At the same time, Nakre also decided to let Mortarion, who was imprisoned on the mountainside, come to the top of the mountain - the damn alien did not want to waste a good card in its hand too early.
Sitting cross-legged in the bumpy cabin, Mortarion was silent. In Nakre's castle, the concentration of the poisonous fog was not very high, and he could move around and fight in it.
This is…
Mortarion lowered his head and touched the dagger at his waist again, a determined light flashing in his eyes.
This was his chance to kill Nakre.
If that monster gets here, Mortarion thought, somehow the Primarch realized that Nakre was no match for it.
If the monster came—it would kill both Knakre and Mortarion.
Mortarion thought.
The Primarch accepted his impending death calmly. Mortarion might try to escape, but only after he killed Knakre.
Mortarion killed Nakre, and then the monster came and killed them all.
Or maybe Knakle killed Mortarion, but Mortarion thought that his act of challenging and injuring Knakle would help the monster kill Knakle.
No matter what, Mortarion will be one step closer to his ultimate goal - the death of Nakre.
...Hoping he could kill Nakre, Mortarion remained silent, but the Primarch found it ridiculous. Still a child, the immature Primarch seemed to have no ability to fight against the alien wizard.
He is too young.
But no matter what, Mortarion knew that his life would remain at this stage.
He only wished... There was a flash of hatred in Mortarion's eyes, he only wished for Nakre to die.
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Hades narrowed his eyes and looked up at the highest mountain peak of Barbarus. A dense gray army was wandering among the mountains.
He released a low concentration of black domain - oh, the big moth is on the top of the mountain.
No, now you shouldn’t call him Big Ethel anymore, let’s call him Lao Mo instead.
Hades thought about it and felt that the Primarch did not seem to be in danger of life at the moment, and if he climbed at full speed... he could reach the top of the mountain in about a quarter of an hour.
Hades was silent for a moment. He could actually let the underworld descend and then bypass the Primarch and end the game directly.
However, based on Hades' understanding of Mortarion, this eldest brother is a traitor and is most likely thinking about how to kill his adoptive father.
Hades thought about it and realized that the considerate Pluto would not be like the stubborn Emperor and directly kill the Primarch's chance. Hades swaggered out of his hiding place and decided how to fight next.
How to play—speed pass.
Hades swept his hair with his hairspray hand, tossed his head confidently, and a cool and arrogant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The full-level boss slaughtered the novice village, just so happy and so willful.
Big moth, your good daddy is here to save you.
Watch him kill indiscriminately.
Move to another place
(End of this chapter)