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Then, with the lift given to him by Mortarion, Hades charged straight toward Karas, attempting to attack him with the obituary.

Callas was speechless, then chuckled.

"You're always so foolish."

He watched Hades charge at him with glee, then turned and dodged the barbarian's attack.

He watched as Hades' figure began to fall under the pull of gravity, Hades still baring his teeth and claws, trying to attack him, and more bullets came, but it was all in vain.

"is it?"

Along with Hades' voice, a massive scythe arrived at Karas's location.

Mortarion threw the Scythe of Annihilation directly at us!

Hades' figure just blocked the scythe behind him!

Karas, whose attention was focused on Hades, was struck by the giant scythe. The gleaming scythe tore deeply through his power armor, spilling his internal organs out.

Hades, who had just fallen, grabbed the chain that Mortarion had deliberately released, which was originally wrapped around the end of the scythe. Hades exerted force with both hands, and with a sudden stop, pulled Karas down!

Typhon flapped his wings violently, trying to resist the pull from Hades, but the Primarch's superior skill kept the scythe firmly stuck between Typhon's flesh and skeleton, making it difficult for him to break free.

The clouds that had just gathered began to dissipate again, as if realizing that the situation was hopeless. Outside the mountains, the torrential rain that had been pouring down began to thin out.

They plummeted straight down to the earth under the influence of gravity.

"Bang! Bang!"

The water droplets dispersed,

Hades pressed down on Karas, suppressing him with his dark aura, gripping his scythe obituary, ready to reap lives.

"Do not kill me."

A glimmer of clarity suddenly flashed in Karas's previously cloudy eyes. He began to struggle, trying to continue speaking. No, you can't kill me, but the phlegm that welled up stopped him from speaking.

A sob came from inside.

Hades ignored it and swung his scythe—

Blood trickled down the power armor.

Hades took a deep breath, trying to control his extreme anger.

He turned his head and looked at Mortarian, who was now holding his obituary and stopping him from continuing to chop.

"Don't tell me you're still thinking about saving him."

"No,"

Motalian said,

“I recognize this witchcraft.”

He pointed to the fine lines that had climbed across Callastiphon's face.

"The death of the host will open a rift to the subspace."

"And everything around him will be indiscriminately sucked into the turbulence of the subspace."

This is their real plan.

Haddish paused, pondering for a moment with some irritation.

Then he took a deep breath,

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Motalian was speechless.

But at the same time, Hades could sense that Calathephon's psychic energy was beginning to become disordered—

Hades acted swiftly, using his left hand, which was not holding a scythe, to grab Karas by the throat.

The dark aura began to flow along Hades' left hand, and upon sensing the souls, it naturally surged out of the area where it had been imprisoned.

Karas's soul began to tremble, and Hades could sense that he was trying to escape.

Vast expanses of murky green and small patches of clean white mingled together, forming the soul of Callastiffon.

An aura of blasphemy emanated from that dark green spark of soul.

Hades, controlling the Dark Realm, cautiously began his attempt to devour Karas's soul.

This was the first time he had actively devoured the soul of a "human," which made Hades subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

Karas's soul screamed and fled, but was soon surrounded by the slowly encroaching black domain.

Sweat dripped from Hades' head. Controlling the Black Domain outside his body was extremely difficult and tiring; it felt as if he had run a lap around the equator of Barbarossa.

Soon, Karas lost his voice and lay there dying.

Hades released his grip on Karas's throat and looked at Karas in silence.

All signs of Nurgle vanished, and Karas became like a dead man. Even if left unattended, he wouldn't live much longer, given the wounds torn open by the scythe of oblivion.

Hades was certain that even if he killed Karas now, the witchcraft would not work.

His soul was now reduced to a small fragment, and Hades devoured the murky parts.

Can a person who has lost most of their soul still live? Hades didn't know.

Mortalian pulled Hades up, and the Primarch silently picked up Karas, whose two wings detached from Typhon's back.

"Prepare to descend the mountain."

Motalian said.

Hades, exhausted to the point of collapse, was in no mood to argue with him this time.

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Chapter 134 Kidnapping

Hades stood in the vast field, the low white corn of Barbalus rustling beside him.

After the rain, the dim star Barbaros hung high in the sky.

The sky was currently displaying a healthy yellowish-white hue, with a faint sour smell permeating the air—proof that it had rained.

He looked into the distance, and the vast, undulating fields drew his gaze to the faintly visible mountain ranges.

Hades blinked.

Carrastiphon survived, though his condition was now practically that of a dead man.

Typhon was lying on the verge of death in the Death Guard's medical room, guarded by a team of countless Death Guards and Untouchables.

Whether he will wake up is still unknown.

Mortarian sat dejectedly on the waiting chair in the medical room. Hades had a brief chat with him, and after confirming that Mortarian was simply feeling down, he left temporarily to let him rest.

Actually, when Mortarion was on Barbarossa, he spent more time with Karas than with Hades when he left alone.

The decisive thing that made Hades leave a lasting impression on Mortalian was his mission to kill Nacre.

After Hades devoured his soul, Karas was completely freed from Nurgle's control.

Originally born from the union of aliens and humans, their souls are naturally bound to the existence of the subspace.

But now, Hades directly devoured most of his soul with the Dark Domain, while the small portion that belonged to humanity was preserved.

Those small, shimmering fragments of the soul, glowing with pure white light, may have been the last gift that Callas's mother left for him.

That day, after they descended the mountain, they received a report of an attack on the Death Guard below. No Space Marines were killed, but the Untouchables deployed with them—

All were killed in action.

According to Morag's report, someone was performing some kind of witchcraft using the Barbarus beasts not far from the foot of the mountain, under the cover of torrential rain and darkness.

Even under the cover of night and torrential rain, the Death Guard, who was in charge of reconnaissance, spotted the man. He was wearing mud-green power armor, but the patterns on it had long been scraped off.

Morag, who was in charge of the defense at the foot of the mountain, made a decisive move, ordering the squad that had deployed the Untouchables to attack immediately, while other Death Guard squads broke through the surging beast horde and escorted the Untouchables to that location.

Those who approached the untouchables there, without exception, all died coughing up blood, while the discovered enemies escaped using the large herds of wild beasts.

In retrospect, the sudden deaths of the Untouchables actually disrupted a teleportation spell with their own demise.

The intricate patterns drawn by moss clung tightly to the slippery earth, while the withered boxwood burst forth from the massive, pale, laughing corpse.

According to the Death Guard who led the raid, as he escorted the Untouchables closer, the boxwood was in full bloom, and he saw with his own eyes a large, translucent green hand emerge from among the white blossoms.

Seeing this, relying on the impact of the untouchables' deaths, the commandos forcibly used firepower to break the thick boxwood tree and attempted to kill the enemy, but were immediately overwhelmed by the surging pack of wild beasts and barely managed to escape.

Hades sighed.

That person is most likely the apothecary Rodan that the biological sage mentioned.

Subsequent investigations revealed that pharmacist Radon likely came into contact with the Plague Warriors' infection source around the time of the Think Tank Library burning incident.

The Death Guard's arrest warrant was issued immediately, but unfortunately, a Space Marine who can use psionic powers—who knows where he might teleport to using them?

The search for this person in the Barbarus system has not yet yielded any results.

Another round of screening for Death Guards is needed.

Hades sighed again.

Regarding the recruitment of Barbarus, the issue of the Geneseed, the finishing touches and construction work in Galaspar, the construction work in Barbarus, the construction of the Legion, the training of the Untouchables, the frustrated and inactive Mortarion, the screening of the Death Guard, the initial establishment of anti-psy technology, finding a reliable forge world partner for the Death Guard, the reporting on tax exemption, and the wrangling with the Imperial institutions.

Hades was completely baffled.

In short, it means building and developing productive forces, as well as preventing subspace threats.

The good news is that the barrier between the warp and the physical universe is still relatively strong. Even in Barbarus, which is clearly under Nurgle's watchful eye, it is still quite difficult to directly summon the Greater Demons from Nurgle's Garden.

They can only be summoned through mediums provided by creatures on Barbarus that originally possessed psychic abilities.

Otherwise, Hades and his forces would have faced not only resurrected alien lords and the corrupted Calathephon, but also other threats.

The psionic cleansing mission for Barbaros also needs to be put on the agenda, otherwise who knows if Nurgle will once again target the Death Guard's homeworld.

Hmm. There's so much going on that Hades is ready to just start doing whatever he wants.

So he ran away—no, cough cough—so he applied to go to the village of Barbaros to scout for new recruits.

Of course, there was still time. Hades' thoughts led him slowly to the familiar edge of the field.

The corn seedlings on the cemetery back then have grown so much!

Hades stared blankly at the corn seedlings that looked like wheat compared to his current height.

The sadness has long been washed away by time, leaving only a faint sense of regret.

This kind of thing will only happen more often in the future.

Time flies, and he feels as if he is still that transmigrator who just arrived on Barbarossa, crying and shouting every day, dreaming of returning to Earth 3K.

If he were given another chance, he would definitely not be a hammer maker again.

At that time, I felt that just surviving was difficult enough. Every day, I was barely clinging to life in the poisonous gas, and I still had to farm. The rough sickle had worn down my hands, and the poisonous gas had caused them to become morbidly red and swollen.

Hades had originally hoped to become the Death Guardian's leader, but now, to his dismay, he realized that sometimes, when he set up his own, not many people would actually do the work.

Does this count as exceeding the goals I set for myself?

A gentle breeze blew by, and Hades took off his helmet. The originally pungent poison gas was no match for his modified respiratory system, and instead gave people a familiar feeling.

The corn seedlings rustled as they grew in the dim daylight of Barbarossa, day after day, year after year.

A rustling sound arose, and Hades turned around to see two children carrying farm tools walking to the edge of the field, looking at him curiously.

It's Hera and Had.

Not far away, Hades instructed the burial shrouds that followed the two children to bow to him.

Hades did indeed only have him follow them, both for protection and surveillance.

Hades smiled at the two children and at the same time instructed the shroud in the communication channel to go nearby and join the team that Hades had come to the village to recruit soldiers.

Well, although it was supposed to be a recruitment assessment, as soon as they returned to the village, everyone tacitly dispersed to their original family houses.

Little Herrera dragged her brother over, and Hades noticed that their gas masks were significantly more advanced than the ones Hades had used before.