My Life as A Death Guard

Unlike his friend Typhon, whom Mortarion respected and trusted implicitly, Hades… Well, Mortarion also trusted him, but his occasional antics gave Mortarion headaches.

For example, the Death Guard he led believed in silent combat and marching, never uttering a sound even when injured or dying.

But Hades was an outlier…

Since Hades rarely participated in large-scale battles and didn’t disrupt morale, Mortarion tolerated his occasional outbursts, just as he permitted Typhon’s harsh words.

Realizing that Hades wasn’t in mortal danger or disabled, Mortarion stopped paying attention to him.

He pulled out the dagger he had thrown earlier from the corpse.

Then, while inspecting the Xenos Overlord’s body, Mortarion still found himself stupefied with what he saw.

He knew that even at fourteen, Hades’ combat prowess was among the best in the Death Guard,

But this didn’t mean he could single-handedly kill an Overlord proficient in psychic powers.

Having fought Lazar himself, Mortarion knew how powerful his psychic power was. His physical strength is also no joke, most mortals would barely withstand a single strike from him.

Then Mortarion saw it—the stone, split in two.

He picked it up, the nauseating, evil sorcerous aura completely gone.

Mortarion remembered this stone vividly. In his battles with Lazar, many of his sorceries were cast using it.

He didn’t recall any damage to the stone when Lazar escaped—despite his attempts to attack it, the stone’s powerful warp distortions always deflected him.

He knew Lazar had acquired the stone by sacrificing countless villagers, but Lazar himself had not contributed his soul—meaning the stone’s state wasn’t tied to Lazar’s life or death.

So, Lazar’s death didn’t cause the stone to break.

It must have been damaged by another attack.

Could Hades also be a hidden Psyker?

No, impossible. Even a Psyker couldn’t achieve this without leaving an evil aura on the stone if he used Psychic.

But now the stone had no aura, literally no trace of anything.

Mortarion frowned and pocketed the two stone fragments.

He then hoisted Hades onto his back and had Herila carry the Xenos Overlord’s head as they rejoined the rebels down the mountain.

The only comforting thing was that Hades, due to the battle and blood loss, had passed out, which meant his endless comment had stopped.

— — — –

Hades was now happily lying in bed, being fed by Herila…

Her soft body leaned against Hades, her long eyelashes quivering slightly as she gazed at him with tenderness so soft it could form threads.

Her small, upturned nose was dotted with tiny freckles. Though her lips, eroded by Barbarus’s toxins, were an abnormal pale, they were still delicate.

Hades swore he even smelled a faint soap fragrance, a rare commodity on Barbarus.

Herila held a bowl of indescribable purple liquid, with a thick layer of yellow grease floating on top. As she stirred with a spoon, some mashed pieces surfaced.

She scooped up a spoonful of the unknown substance, gently bringing it to Hades’ face, the pungent odor overwhelming her soap fragrance.

Hades swore he used all his strength to swallow the bile rising in his throat.

He exerted his full control, comparable to the willpower he used when slashing Lazar. Hades forced a smile, looking at Herila.

Herila shyly returned his gaze, “Hades, it’s time to eat~”