My Life as A Death Guard

After all, if you’re entirely immersed in something, it’s hard to notice it.

It wasn’t until Hades attempted to ascend the mountains that he sensed the rapidly intensifying toxins with the Black Zone.

Hades discovered that even the soil of Barbarus emitted a faint green psychic glow.

This realization was astonishing.

From the perspective of the Warp, if one were to look at Barbarus from space, it would appear as a planet glowing faintly green.

This is a planet utterly cursed by the Warp!

Every time Hades thought about it, he forced his thoughts to stop, but he already knew that any attempt to avoid thinking about it was futile.

He had no choice but to face it.

It was clear that he was already being watched.

Could reducing the frequency of his thoughts decrease the likelihood of being noticed?

Hades didn’t know.

In this grimdark world, there were always things he couldn’t understand and things he couldn’t achieve.

The only thing he could do now was make himself as strong as possible and prepare for the worst.

That’s why he chose to challenge these minor overlords alone.

He needed to become stronger.

Simply staying within the Death Guard and following orders wouldn’t have made him as strong as he was today.

He needed to become stronger to have even the slightest chance of survival in this world.

Because in this world, weakness is a sin!

Even in death, the soul would be tormented by the Daemons!.

True torment, with no peace even after death!

Finally, after carefully flaying large, usable pieces of skin, Hades stood up and slowly stored them away.

He had gathered quite a bit already, and it should be enough soon.

If he wanted to make a toxin-proof suit for Mortarion, it would require a lot of materials. Hades sighed deeply.

Primarchs, with their massive sizes, not only ate a lot but also required a lot of fabric for clothing!

Hades jokingly thought about scolding Mortarion for wasting so much material.

Just kidding, of course. He needed to stay on Mortarion’s good side.

After finishing the flaying, Hades took another look around the laboratory to make sure there was nothing else of value.

He then walked out, heading determinedly towards the warehouse.

As for the laboratory, Hades didn’t have to worry about it.

He had already informed Typhon and the Death Guard, who would come the next day to clean up the battlefield.

The Death Guard would take the blueprints, instruments, and the weapons piled in the warehouse that Hades had deliberately left behind.

Every time he saw so many weapons left behind, Hades felt a pang of regret.

However, he couldn’t use them himself, so it was better to let the Death Guard use them.

Despite their less-than-favorable attitude towards him, they were brave warriors who risked their lives for humanity.

Compared to him, who only fought battles that benefited him and thought about running or playing dead if he couldn’t win, they deserved everyone’s respect.