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Not only that, they would also regularly send some extra grain to this strange ghost. Whenever the ghost went out, the villagers would place a dead tree next to the small triangular nest he had built the day before, and tie a bag of grain to it.

The spirit of the dead spent most of the day sleeping to replenish his energy for the battles of the night. But sometimes, he would sit on the edge of the field, silently watching the villagers work, clutching his enormous scythe.

Some children would stand curiously at the strange man from a distance. If their parents were busy working in the fields and didn't pay attention to their children, the bolder children would sneak over.

The spirit of the dead seemed quite happy to have the children play with him. He would take out a handful of roasted wheat, sit in place, wave his hand, and beckon the children over.

—But not a single child ever managed to reach him.

Without exception, the braver children would feel dizzy and unable to breathe when they got close to the spirits of the dead. They would run away crying, leaving the spirits of the dead sitting alone in the same spot.

The man awkwardly scratched his head, then silently put away his roasted wheat and continued to sit at the edge of the field watching the children cry as they walked away, while their parents watched the departing souls in fear from afar.

Every time a crying child runs back home, he is inevitably slapped by his anxious and frightened parents, who then hug him tightly and pat his back to comfort him again and again.

In the distance lie silent souls of the dead, while here, the warmth of human life fills the air.

It's always the case.

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The Death Guards who first arrived in the south had many complaints about Hades.

Why should the limelight be stolen by the person who wandered alone and killed enemies that night, even though I worked so hard to build a defensive village?

He single-handedly managed to kill three groups of wandering monsters in one night and protect three small villages that were close to each other, while the Death Guard fortified all the medium and large human settlements in the vicinity.

Some have suggested that the Death Guard should also take the initiative to attack at night, since the monsters in the south are more vulnerable than those in the north.

A strange glint flashed in Carrastyphon's eyes as he approved the proposal of a group of warlike enthusiasts.

However, the five-man team was attacked on their first night. Although they successfully repelled the slave hunters who came looking for them, three of them were seriously injured.

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During the subsequent meeting summary, Kalastiphon leisurely paced around the sand table.

"As you can see, Hades does indeed have the ability to survive in the wild."

"Although I know that everyone here dislikes him, we are all members of the Death Guard, and our goal is to defeat those alien lords who enslave the people."

"Death Guards never seek fame; our purpose is to liberate humanity."

"And Hades—"

Karastiffon stopped in his tracks, paused, and looked at the Death Guard captains sitting in a circle inside the room, listening silently.

"He can alleviate the pressure on us from the lord. After all, another goal of our southward journey is to unite the other human villages, so we can devote more time and energy to it."

“Talk to the village chiefs who are unwilling to cooperate with us.”

Typhon pondered in his mind that some villages in the south, after submitting to the aliens, would be rewarded with certain technologies, including anti-gas technology and weapons technology.

However, as time passed, the Death Guardians who had once harbored resentment fell silent.

Hades approached Typhon, the leader of the Death Guard, and spoke with him, saying he wanted to go to a nearby mountain to kill the lord.

"Are you insane?! You really think you can kill a lord single-handedly? You really mistake that lucky escape for your own strength? You're not Mortarion! Hades! Don't be foolish!!!"

Typhon shouted incredulously at Hades at the other end of the room, for some reason Hades insisted that they be a certain distance apart.

“I’m not crazy. I’m sure I can do this. I’ve fully anticipated it.”

Hades' dark eyes, hidden beneath his hood, stared intently at Typhon.

Typhon's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath and continued speaking.

"Hades, Hades, Hades, I... I know I've always disliked you. Yes, I disliked you, but after all, the three of us escaped together."

"We are Death Guards, comrades-in-arms. Although we have had our disagreements, we are still friends, aren't we?"

Typhon looked back at Hades.

Hades didn't speak; he simply nodded slightly, and his hood covered his eyes again.

"So, take my advice and don't go, okay? Don't go."

“You are not Mortarian. No one on Barbarossa can do this except him.”

Hades stood up, his belongings jingling as he moved, and bowed slightly to Typhon.

"Thank you for your kindness, Typhon. I'm also happy that we're still friends."

"However, my mind is made up to leave."

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After that, Typhon saw countless severed alien heads.

Damn, that monster.

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Chapter 15: Fighting the Alien Alone

Barbaros, southern swamp, Diderot Mountains.

Hades' first year in the south.

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Hades, wielding a scythe, moved swiftly through the horde of puppet aliens.

The aliens surrounding him ignored Hades completely. Whenever Hades approached, the hideous monsters would drool and unconsciously move aside, automatically forming a spherical space with a radius of about three meters to make way for Hades.

A fully armed ordinary man, carrying a scythe, swaggered through a horde of puppet monsters, who automatically made way for him; the whole scene was indescribably eerie and absurd.

Yes, powerful Untouchables can even become completely invisible to beings with souls.

This is practically cheating and changing the field of vision.

Hades thought silently.

However, this had its pros and cons. Hades recalled a powerful nun named Silent, who, in stealth mode, brazenly roamed among the World Eaters, ready to reap kills—

Then he was blown to the head by the Devourer of Worlds, Kahn, who was even puzzled as to why the number on his head counter had increased by one.

That's such a Warhammer joke.

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Twenty, forty, sixty. Hades crept among the puppets, estimating their number.

This is the territory of Dursley, a small-to-medium-sized alien lord. Based on preliminary observations, this alien lord should have three to four hundred low-level puppets, and also a pack of about fifty dirty hounds.

Based on his movements and observations within the territory, Hades deduced that the number of these monsters was roughly the same as he had previously observed.

Hades didn't intend to just hack and slash through hordes of monsters like a berserker; that would be a rather unwise choice.

Moreover, apart from Mortarion and his alien adoptive father, there probably isn't anyone as arrogant as him in the entire Barbarus.

Hades' strategy was to capture the leader first, then stealthily behead the alien lord.

This was based on his experience from countless battles against small and medium-sized alien lords.

Compared to medium and large lords, especially large lords, these small lords generally use low-level puppets as their army. They do not have higher-level puppets, nor do they have other advanced intelligent beings to serve as their generals.

This means that as long as the heads of the minor lords are cut off first, the puppets controlled by the minor lords using psychic magic will quickly collapse and scatter without higher-level management. Even worse, for the lowest-level puppets, as long as the magic controlling them disappears, Hades only needs to shine his Dark Domain on them, and their ugly flesh-stitched bodies will disintegrate on their own.

These fleeing, individual puppets were no match for a well-trained Death Guard.

Moreover, Hades had very experiencedly planted landmines near the entrances and exits of the entire territory. As long as the puppets fled, they would be detonated, further weakening the puppet horde's fighting strength.

As for those filthy hounds, they are indeed a bit troublesome, but Hades already has some ideas about them.

All of this is predicated on Hades successfully killing the alien lord Dursley.

Hades' breathing hissed through the thick gas mask.

What follows will certainly be a tough battle, but he certainly has a chance of winning.

In fact, this annihilation of the small and medium-sized lords Dursley may be relatively easy.

After arriving in the southern swamp region, Hades would sleep in the wheat fields near the villages during the day and patrol between villages at night. If he encountered monsters that came to hunt or slave-hunting teams, he would fight them.

Although the Death Guard had since occupied most of the villages in the south, people chose to stay in their villages at night and rarely ventured out to fight.

One reason is that this could cause even more casualties, and another reason is that the toxic fog is more intense at night, and some crude gas masks simply cannot withstand the corrosive effects of the toxic fog.

Hades' gas mask has been improved by him hundreds of times. Without using any more advanced electronic components, Hades' gas mask is sufficient to protect against the toxic fog in the high-altitude mountains of Barbarossa.

Hades, who persevered and went to hunt monsters every night, gradually became known as "the Ghost."

[A vengeful spirit wielding a giant scythe weaves through the poisonous fog, reaping the lives of alien creatures. He is the punisher, the destroyer; any being who glances at him will feel a chill in their soul.]

—by nearby villagers

Along with them came the small lords who, from then on, stayed in their territories, becoming withdrawn and isolated.

In reality, most minor lords primarily suppress mortals by using poisonous fog environments combined with psionic magic.

Some of the poorer minor lords would even personally go down the mountain to capture slaves.

Before Hades' arrival, these minor lords who used psionic magic under the cover of poisonous fog were the villagers' nightmare.

When Hades arrived, his highly poison-resistant mask and the untouchable Black Domain were practically designed to counter them.

Psychic energy? That's exactly what I'm going to fight!

After several small alien lords were personally killed by Hades after descending the mountain, the remaining alien lords decisively shut down and stayed home.

After failing to kill any aliens for several weeks, Hades pondered for a moment, then went to the nearby Death Guard and told them he was going to take his sword and go up the mountain to kill the lord.

Then Hades went off to provide door-to-door beheading services for the various minor lords.

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Hades still remembers the first time he tried to actively enter the alien territory to run a dungeon—

Then the opposing team took advantage of their home field and beat us badly. We almost died, and only managed to survive thanks to the Black Domain burst before we were on the verge of death.

Sigh, that's all dark history, and besides, he didn't actually die.

With each battle, Hades' mastery of the Dark Domain became increasingly refined. He could now use the Dark Domain to conceal himself and inflict control, silence, and stun debuffs on his opponents.

Compared to the Death Guard's direct frontal combat, Hades' flanking maneuvers are perfectly suited for these small and medium-sized lords.

Hades was clearing out the south by himself.

And now, he is still doing his work.

Hades continued to move through the endless stream of puppets, the poisonous mist and the hot breath exhaled by the monsters dissipating with his movements.

The small fortress shrouded in poisonous fog suddenly appeared before Hades.

Hades took a deep breath, gripped his giant scythe tightly, and prepared to begin.

I hope I can successfully kill him this time and not lose my life.

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So this chapter, and the following chapters, are written rather disorganized, I apologize for that.

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Furthermore, all the lords on Barbarossa are psionicists, according to official lore.

Here's a simple power level chart for Barbaros:

Motalian's foster father, Nacre

Mortarian

Medium and large lords

Hades

Small and medium-sized lords