My Life as A Death Guard

No, impossible! Untouchables were ancient legends. Even in the mythical Golden Age, there were no mentions of Untouchables!

Lazar, a xeno Overlord who didn’t believe in legends, was continuously reminded of his weakening connection to the Warp. He even felt his soul being slowly consumed since he started battling this insignificant soldier.

No!!! Impossible!!! Besides Mortarion, no lowly human could threaten him!!!

They are garbage! Weak insects!!! Weeds found everywhere!!! They couldn’t possibly be those legendary beings!!

Overlord Lazar’s keen senses detected Mortarion’s heavy footsteps approaching rapidly from the mountain path.

Time was running out!!

This damn insect, jumping around, using only weak physical attacks!!!

I, Lazar, am far above you!!!

Die!!!

Ignoring his already weak connection to the Warp, Lazar extended a pale, human-like hand from the indentations on his back. The space around it began to distort, eerie white light crackling and gathering in the hand.

He intended to obliterate this insect in one strike!!!

Hades focused intensely on the white light in that hand, raising his scythe to guard his vital areas.

Thanks to his time with Typhon, Hades knew that turning and running downhill would not take him out of the Psyker attack’s range.

However… he might try—

—running uphill!

Feigning a defensive posture, Hades kept his eye on a dead tree on the mountain wall beside him.

He planned to jump up at the moment of the attack, hook onto the tree with his scythe, and use the momentum to swing up and avoid the attack!

If the Psyker attack’s impact was strong enough, the shockwave might even propel him to a safer spot above!

Lazar wouldn’t turn back for another strike, as he was also trying to escape!

Though Hades had blocked most of Lazar’s attacks, his cut limbs were showing signs of weakness and spasms. The massive blood loss made him dizzy.

Despite clenching his teeth to hide it, Hades knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

If Mortarion didn’t arrive in the next two minutes, Hades would choose to jump off the cliff.

In other words, their next actions would be crucial in deciding the outcome.

However, an unexpected event occurred.

While Hades focused most of his attention on the gathering Psyker energy, an unnoticed change happened in another dimension. The near-Untouchable black hole surrounding him began to deform. The pure black void twisted, writhing and extending forward slowly.

In the Warp, if one were to observe Hades, they would see a dense, black humanoid figure at the center. Like a tiny star, it emitted black light, devouring everything it touched.

But from a distance, the black light weakened and blended into the impure darkness of the Warp.

Because everything was black, this small black figure was hard to notice in the Warp.

At this moment, Hades’ black void deformed slowly and inexorably, consuming the yellow-green glow belonging to Overlord Lazar beside him, along with the floating bits of putrid flesh.

In the Warp, the sleeping Nurgle murmured some dead language softly.

Hades kept his eyes on Overlord Lazar.

Suddenly, the intense white light in Lazar’s hand vanished as if it had never existed. At the same time, the stone on his back exploded, a massive shockwave radiating from Overlord Lazar.

The rolling shockwave surged towards Hades.

Without hesitation, Hades leaped into the air, using the momentum to hook his scythe onto the root of the dead tree!

With all his strength, he swung himself upwards, using the tree as the pivot, he drew a perfect arc.

His blood splattered along his path, marking his trajectory in the air.

With heightened senses, time felt like a thick swamp. Hades heard his heartbeat slow down.

Now above Overlord Lazar, the monster still wasn’t dead despite the eerie explosion. His back split open, blood gushing out like a fountain.

But he wasn’t dead yet. Hades could see his struggling limbs and hear the monster’s dying wails.

Great opportunity!!! Without hesitation, Hades released the scythe from the tree and, in mid-air, swung it heavily towards the monster’s head.

Simultaneously, “Hades!!!”

Mortarion and Herila appeared on the mountain path above, with Mortarion hurling a dagger at Lazar.

However, airborne Hades was oblivious to all this.

His mind was blank, fully concentrated on the scythe in his hands.

Then, Hades swung the crescent moon scythe, reaping death and harvest—

—head and blood flew together.

He was a Death Guard; he was humanity’s scythe.

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Note: The protagonist has a near-Untouchable physique, later simply referred to as an Untouchable for convenience.

For now, consider the protagonist as an enhanced version of an Untouchable.