My Life as A Death Guard

Mortarion was furious.

What was supposed to be a foolproof extermination mission had gone awry because he had underestimated his enemy. The Xenos Overlord had escaped using Psychic teleportation.

Damn it, Psychic teleportation was an obscure and advanced Psychic spell. Mortarion hadn’t anticipated that an Overlord on Barbarus would possess such knowledge.

Even his foster father, the most powerful sorcerer on Barbarus, couldn’t teleport, yet this Xenos sorcerer could?!

This failure was his fault. He hadn’t foreseen the sudden teleportation, allowing the once cornered Lazar to slip away from his blade.

Standing amidst the ruins of his battle with Overlord Lazar, Mortarion angrily pondered where the cunning foe might have teleported to. He realized that the inexperienced Death Guard rebels down the mountain might be his target.

Damn it!!!

He cursed inwardly while leading the mountain rebels swiftly down the main path.

However, a rebel guarding the side path suddenly ran up, informing him that Lazar had teleported onto that path.

How could that be? Why would the cunning Lazar teleport to such a place? It offered neither good defensive positions nor was it far from Mortarion.

What could Lazar be doing there? Was his psychic spell limited to such short-range teleportation?

Or was this rebel being controlled by the Xenos’s Psychic spell?

Mortarion looked at Herila. He knew her; she was the only one willing to team up with his friend, Hades.

Tears brimmed her eyes, and her frantic running forced her to breathe heavily, her respirator struggling to cope. It was clear she had inhaled some toxins.

But there was no trace of psychic corruption on her.

So, it seemed likely to be true.

Mortarion instructed Typhon to continue leading the elite forces down the main path, while he and Herila sprinted down the side path.

If what Herila said was true…

Then Hades was probably already…

Mortarion stifled his anxious thoughts. He needed to trust his friend.

But he ran faster and faster—

—Then they saw Hades soaring through the air, his scythe sweeping in a full moon arc, decapitating the grotesque Xenos Overlord!

What!!!

Mortarion’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Blood and the severed head spun through the air, the Xenos’s body erupting in a blood fountain. Hades landed precisely in the center of the blood spray, covered head to toe in blood—both his own and the Xenos’s.

The scene looked like a child’s crayon drawing smeared with blood.

Hades stood at the center, lowering his scythe like a farmer who had just harvested his crops. The scythe blade was sticky with blood and grass.

Realizing they were there, Hades turned his head, offering a strained smile through his gas mask.

At that moment, the faint light of Barbarus seemed to converge around Hades.

—Then he wobbled, wobbled, and slowly collapsed.

Meanwhile, that obnoxiously lively voice started wailing,

“Ahhhh! It hurts!!! Help!!! I’m dying!!! Help meeeee!!!”

There was no way this guy was going to die. Mortarion bet he was perfectly fine.

Annoying bastard.

Despite his thoughts, Mortarion and Herila quickly ran to Hades’ side. Mortarion carefully examined his wounds. Aside from significant blood loss and severe poisoning, he really wasn’t in bad shape.

—Contrary to his usual careless demeanor, in battle, Hades was exceptionally meticulous.

—He had defended himself well.

But Hades continued his dramatic wailing, and Mortarion reluctantly dragged him off the Xenos’s corpse, tossing him to the tearful Herila.

The wailing instantly turned into soft whimpering.

Annoying bastard.

Mortarion thought the same thing once more.