Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

But this was his dereliction of duty; he hadn't anticipated that this sudden teleportation would allow Lazar, who was supposed to have no chance of escape, to slip away from his blade.

Mortarian stood amidst the wreckage of his battle with Lord Lazar, angrily recalling where the cunning fellow might have teleported to. He realized that the less experienced Death Guard rebels down the mountain might be his target.

Damn it! ! !

He cursed under his breath as he directed the resistance fighters on the mountain to quickly descend the mountain via the main road.

However—a rebel guarding the path suddenly ran up and told him that Lazar had been teleported to this path.

How could that be? Why would the cunning Lord Lazar teleport to a place like that? There are no good defensive positions there, and it's not far from Mortarion's location.

What was Lazar doing in a place like that? Could it be that his sorcery could only teleport to this extent?

Or is this rebel being manipulated by the alien through witchcraft and being deceived?

Mortarian looked at Herrera; he recognized her. This little girl was the only one willing to team up with his friend Hades.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and the frantic running forced her to gasp for breath. It was clear that her respirator couldn't handle it, and she appeared to have inhaled some toxic fumes.

But she didn't have any trace of witchcraft or corruption about her.

It seems that it's highly likely to be true.

Mortarian ordered Typhon to continue leading the elite troops on a rapid march along the main road, while he himself followed Herrera, running along the side paths.

If Herrera is telling the truth...

Hades is now most likely...

Motarian forced back his uneasy thoughts; he should trust his friend.

But he ran faster and faster—

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Then they saw Hades leap into the air, his scythe swung across the full moon, severing the ugly head of the alien lord!

What! ! !

Mortarian stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Blood and heads swirled, and the exploded alien body gushed blood. Hades landed precisely in the center of the blood fountain, his entire body covered in blood, some of his own and some of the alien's.

The entire scene on the alley looked like a crayon drawing scribbled with blood by a child.

Hades stands in the center of the picture, like an old farmer who has just harvested rice, with his sickle hanging down. The blood on the blade of the sickle is actually weeds stuck on.

Hades noticed them, turned his head, and gave them a forced smile through his gas mask.

At this moment, Barbaros's glimmer seemed to gather all around Hades.

Then his body swayed and staggered, and he slowly collapsed.

At the same time, that creature's incredibly vibrant voice began to wail.

"Ughh ...

This guy is definitely not going to die. Not only is he not going to die, Mortarian is betting that this guy will be completely fine.

That jerk deserves a beating.

Despite thinking this, Mortarian and Herrera quickly ran to Hades' side. He carefully examined Hades' wounds and found that apart from the heavy bleeding and severe poisoning, the guy was indeed fine.

Unlike his usual careless attitude, Hades is exceptionally meticulous in battle.

—He defended very well.

However, Hades was still wailing and howling, so Mortarion had no choice but to drag him off the alien's corpse and throw him to Herira, who was also crying her eyes out.

The guy's howling instantly turned into soft humming.

That jerk deserves a beating.

Mortarian thought this again.

Unlike his friend Typhon, whom Mortarion respected and trusted, Hades... Mortarion trusted him too, but the guy's occasional eccentricities did give Mortarion a headache.

For example, the Death Guard he led believed in fighting and marching in silence, and would never make a sound even if they were wounded or killed.

And Hades, this outlier...

Since Hades rarely participated in large-scale battles and wouldn't disrupt morale, Mortarian tacitly accepted Hades' occasional erratic behavior, just as he tolerated Typhon's harsh words.

Realizing that Hades was not in mortal danger or likely to be disabled, Mortarian stopped paying attention to him.

He pulled the dagger he had just thrown from the corpse.

Then, Mortarian examined the alien lord's corpse. He was quite convinced that even though Hades was only fourteen years old, his combat strength was among the best in the Death Guard.

But that doesn't mean he could kill a lord skilled in using psionic powers all by himself.

Having fought Lord Lazar, Mortarion knew all too well how powerful the man's psionic magic was; most mortals, aside from him, could barely withstand a single blow.

Then he saw it, the stone that had been broken in two.

He picked it up; the nauseating, evil wizarding scent on it had completely vanished.

Mortarian was deeply impressed by the stone; during the battle with Lord Lazar, many of Lazar's spells were cast using this stone.

He couldn't recall any damage to the stone when Lazar finally escaped—even when he tried to attack it, he was always repelled by the powerful warp distortion of the space above.

He knew that the stone was obtained by Lazar after sacrificing countless villagers, but Lazar himself did not contribute his own soul—meaning that the stone had no connection to Lazar's own life or death.

In other words, it wasn't Lazar's death that caused the stone to crack.

The stone shattered due to other attacks.

Could Hades also be a hidden psionic wizard?

No, impossible. Even a psychic wizard couldn't do that. If he attacked the stone with witchcraft, it would leave an evil aura on it.

But now there's nothing on this stone; literally, there's no trace of it.

Mortarian frowned and put the two cracked stones away.

Then he carried Hades on his back, and had Herella carry the alien lord's head, and together they headed down the mountain to join the rebels.

The only thing that comforted him was that Hades had passed out from the battle and blood loss, finally shutting his mouth.

Hades is now lying happily in bed, enjoying being fed by Herella...

The girl leaned softly against Hades, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as she gazed tenderly at him; her eyes were so gentle they seemed to stretch into silk.

Her delicate, upturned nose was adorned with small freckles, and although her lips, eroded by the poisonous gas of Barbarus, were unnaturally pale, they were still petite and exquisite.

Hades swore he could even smell a faint scent of soap, even though soap was incredibly scarce in Barbarossa.

.

Uh... wait a minute, that expression... was Hades truly happy instead of suffering?

The girl was holding a bowl of an indescribable purple liquid, with a thick layer of yellow oil floating on top of the soup. As Herrera stirred it with a spoon, some shredded chunks floated up.

She scooped up a spoonful of the unidentified substance and gently handed it to Hades. The pungent smell instantly masked the soap scent on the girl's body.

Hades swore he used all his strength to swallow the stomach acid that had come back up.

He used all his control, a level of willpower comparable to when he drew his sword to cut Lazar. Hades forced a smile and looked at Herrera.

Herrera looked back at him shyly.

"Hades, it's time to eat!"

Big brother, it's time to take your medicine.

Help!!!!

Hades: In my past life, I was a great magician who had achieved mastery of magic.

And Mortarion is really good for Death Guard.

In The Silent Lord, Mortarian "gently" helped the Death Guardian Walker up.

And in one novel I've forgotten which one, Mortarian dragged the Death Guard, who was too exhausted to fight any longer, out of the enemy's encirclement and then placed him in a safe rear area.

My loving father would definitely love this.

Chapter 11 Untouchables?

After successfully killing the alien lord Lazar, Hades did nothing for once, just lying around doing nothing, cough cough, no, I mean lying down and actively healing his wounds.

Aside from a few deep cuts that are still greenish-yellow and haven't healed, the other wounds have stopped bleeding and scabbed over. In addition, the arms and hands, which were slightly fractured by the force of the impact, are recovering very well.

Hades, fresh from battle, was practically a pushover, his self-sufficiency reduced to zero. On Mount Morava, it was Mortarion who carried him down.

He was then thrown into a makeshift hospital in the territory. However, it was more of a converted barn for storing the wounded than a hospital. Villagers with medical training would take turns on duty after finishing their farm work each day.

Hades was naturally relegated to a small corner, since everyone used to find him annoying.

Although people instinctively disliked him each time, the medical staff, who were extremely responsible, still treated Hades meticulously.

Herrera was worried that Hades wouldn't receive adequate care, so she had visited him several times before, each time bringing homemade "snacks"—

Hades was also very curious. Resources were scarce on Barbarus, and the ingredients that people could use were quite limited, mostly wheat and white corn. How did Herrera manage to make such exquisite food with such simple ingredients, and how did it taste different every time?

After Hades' wounds had mostly healed, Herrera simply took Hades to her and her sister's cabin, where the two took turns caring for him.

Hades was almost fully recovered in the makeshift hospital, but the food at Herrera's house made it take him several more days to fully regain consciousness.

As soon as the fractures in his hands and arms had almost healed, he fled the place of trouble.

Of course, before leaving, Hades cooked for Herrera's family, and he saw Herrera's sister almost cry while eating...

Stop abusing your sister...

After returning to his remote little cabin, Hades tidied up briefly, then sat down at his desk and began to ponder.

I made some simple deductions while I was recovering from my injuries, but due to anemia and poisoning (later food poisoning), I haven't been able to reorganize my current information.

This battle with Lord Lazar made Hades realize something.

Hades unconsciously touched his chin, perhaps he had been ignoring his special physical condition and simply attributing it to his bad personality.

But is it possible that Hades is an untouchable?

The most compelling direct evidence for this conclusion is the sudden weakening of its psionic energy during the battle with the alien lord Lazar, and the backlash from the sudden disappearance of its psionic energy.

If he is an untouchable, then many things become clear—why people subconsciously dislike him, especially the psionic Typhon, whose aversion to him is quite obvious.

Why does he cause even slightly complex mechanical equipment to break down?

The answer is simple: he is an untouchable.

But why didn't this untouchable trait appear when he was young? Is it because this constitution grows with him?

Hades closed his eyes and carefully recalled the battle with the alien lord Lazar. Frame by frame, the scenes appeared in his mind. He replayed these scenes again and again...

The splattered blood, the crackling white flashes, the stones glowing eerily.

Then, he "saw" it!!!

The images in his memory suddenly began to distort rapidly, like faded old paintings. Centered on that eerie stone, Hades' world was fading and collapsing—

He suddenly found himself once again on the winding path of Mount Morawa, Lord Lazar roaring at him in a twisted grimace. Everything seemed to move in slow motion; he watched as everything around him darkened, turning black and white—

Aside from the crackling white light of psionic magic and the stone emanating an ominous green aura,

And beneath the green stone, another cluster of flames suddenly appeared.

Ultimately, everything, including the senses, disappeared, and reason seemed to be nailed down. Hades was unable to think and acted solely on instinct.

Hades felt himself floating in the void, as if there was something alluring right in front of him.

He wanted to step over and reach those things, but he found himself unable to move.

But those things... were very tempting. Hades felt like an empty, dark rift, and he needed some of those lights.

He struggled to grab on like a drowning person.

After an unknown amount of time, as Hades gradually focused his will on the perceived light, his position changed—he felt himself transforming.

He felt himself stretching forward, and the lights seemed to tremble and scream—they were in fear, but Hades had no senses, so did they really exist?

Hades first successfully overwhelmed the shining white light, then greedily drove himself to extend towards the direction emitting the green light.

But as he got closer, he realized that small pieces of rotten flesh were floating around the stone, and pus was suspended in the air.