My Life as A Death Guard

Hades gripped his scythe with both hands, struggling to withstand the powerful blow from the Overlord in front of him. They were locked in a fierce stalemate.

Herila’s figure gradually faded from sight, and Hades secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But facing the psyker Overlord Lazar, he couldn’t afford to be careless.

The difference in their strength was too vast. One mistake could cost Hades his life.

As if sensing Hades’ intention of calling for reinforcements, Overlord Lazar’s twisted, ugly face contorted into a mocking grin.

“Weakling, you won’t hold out until that monster arrives. Your frail body will be torn to pieces by me!”

Hades gritted his teeth, trembling from the exertion, but he managed to squeeze out a few words.

“Lazar, but you’ve already lost, haven’t you?”

Overlord Lazar flew into a rage. His blood-streaked, injured body was proof that he had been the one at a disadvantage in the fight against Mortarion.

Another claw suddenly emerged from the Overlord’s car-sized body, reeking of blood and swinging at Hades with lightning speed!

Damn! I shouldn’t have provoked him! I shouldn’t have been so cocky!

Hades immediately used the scythe to deflect the blow, spinning the handle to dissipate the force and then jumping back. The green-black, poisonous claw narrowly missed him.

Close call!

That claw was definitely poisoned. One scratch and it’d be over!

Damn, he’s a max-level enchanted melee mage, and I’m just a newbie. How am I supposed to fight him?

Adrenaline surged, and Hades’ mind raced for a strategy. He closely observed the terrain and his opponent, analyzing the situation.

They were on a narrow mountain path, with a bottomless cliff on one side and a steep mountain wall on the other. Some rocks were scattered on the path, and a few dead trees jutted out from the mountain wall.

Besides the possibility of a desperate escape by jumping off the cliff, the terrain offered him no advantage. He even had to be cautious of Lazar throwing him off the cliff.

He focused intently on Overlord Lazar, who resembled a grotesque fusion of a human and a tiger. His ugly, fat face was covered in drool-soaked whiskers, and his car-sized body was riddled with strange indentations. The claw that had just attacked emerged from one of these pits.

Additionally, embedded deep in the densely pitted back was a fist-sized, eerie stone that emitted a faint green glow.

According to the resistance’s previous investigations, this stone was some kind of Psyker amplifier that Lazar had obtained through human sacrifices.

Lazar had been a minor Overlord in a peripheral area, but after acquiring the stone, he won numerous battles among the Overlords using powerful psychic magic and gradually gained control over the Morava Mountains.

However, Hades found it puzzling that Lazar hadn’t used any psychic magic in his last two attacks, relying solely on his physical strength.

This was strange and didn’t align with their previous intel on Lazar.

Hades quickly formed two hypotheses: first, Lazar might be deliberately using physical attacks to lower Hades’ guard against his powers.

Second, Lazar might be severely injured from his battle with Mortarion and currently unable to use his Psyker powers.

But Hades knew that Lazar, now a defeated foe of Mortarion, wouldn’t have the luxury of saving his Psyker powers for an insignificant soldier like him.

So, it was likely that Overlord Lazar was too injured to use his Psyker abilities after fighting Mortarion.

Hades silently prayed it was the second possibility. Facing a severely wounded, out-of-mana melee mage was something he could handle.

At least, his chances of survival were higher.

While his brain worked overtime, Hades didn’t stop moving. He adopted a defensive strategy, comically hopping around the narrow mountain path platform to dodge attacks.

He swung his scythe, the huge blade intercepting most of Lazar’s strikes. Claw and steel clashed rapidly, sparks flying with each collision.

When he couldn’t avoid an attack, he used his reinforced elbows and shins to block, causing a mix of his red blood and black-green poison to splatter, staining the gray-yellow path along with Lazar’s blood.

Unlike Hades, who was firmly defending and aiming to delay, Overlord Lazar grew increasingly frenzied.

Time was running out! He couldn’t let this soldier stall until Mortarion arrived! He had to escape!

If only his psychic teleportation hadn’t been abruptly interrupted! If he had reacted faster, he wouldn’t have let the other soldier escape!

Overlord Lazar was in a state of panic. His once-proud psychic had been shattered by Mortarion’s masterful physical scythe techniques. Realizing that continuing the fight would be a dead end, he seized an opportunity to escape using psychic teleportation.

No matter how powerful Mortarion was, without psychic power, he could only watch helplessly as Lazar escaped using his powers.

However, Lazar’s prideful psychic power encountered a sudden problem. He had set the other end of his teleportation at the mountain’s base, but midway through the process, he felt his connection to the Warp weakening.

Barbarous was a planet where the barrier to the Warp was thin, allowing Psyker Overlords to easily draw power from it. But suddenly, the connection was severed, and the ever-thickening physical laws of reality pressed on Overlord Lazar, forcing him to stop the teleportation.

He was squeezed out of the short-distance teleportation from the Warp, and upon emerging, he saw Hades and Herila clearing the area behind him.

What’s going on?!

Not only that, but he noticed his connection to the Warp becoming even weaker! He couldn’t even muster the energy to cast a simple spell!

No! This can’t be happening!!!

What’s going on?!

While fighting Hades, Lazar’s mind raced through the countless forbidden books he had studied. One forbidden term after another flashed before his eyes.

Finally, he found a term in the depths of his memory—

“Untouchable”—a being who could not be touched by the Warp.

Could it be that this soldier was an Untouchable??!!