In the low-lying white corn fields of Barbarus.
A little boy with a tiger's head and a pale face was hoeing the ground with a hoe.
His name is Hades, in his previous life, he was a dead house on Earth named He Shi, and when he was painting the pawns of the GW Death Guard Plague Pig, he suddenly became a newborn and came to the dead planet of Barbarus.
At first he didn't know anything, he only knew that he had been reborn into a world that was quite unfriendly to humans, until his haggard-looking parents taught him to speak and told him that the land under his feet was called Barbarus.
The emperor is on top!! Fuck Barbarus??!!
This TMD is the world of Warhammer!!
Hades felt like he could cough up a mouthful of blood on the spot.
What is the place of Barbarus?
Barbarus is the famous world of the dead in the Warhammer universe, the home of the original Mortarian, the entire planet is covered with poisonous miasma that can cause death, humans can only survive in low-lying areas with relatively low levels of poison gas, and the real alien lords of this planet live in alpine fortresses wrapped in the strongest poisonous gas.
Humans have never been the owners of this planet, they are just pigs in captivity.
Whenever the planet's short day ends, the poisonous gas slowly seeps into the lowlands, and eerie pale creatures laugh and frolic in the poisonous mist, unhurriedly surrounding the village and choosing their future slaves.
Without resistance, humanity has long been frightened by fear, and they hide in villages, praying that they will not be chosen.
Some of the chosen ones will be killed red-handed, while others will be dragged to a fortress on the mountain, where countless witchcraft and experiments await the guinea pigs. Humans are a material that is divided and twisted and sewn together to give new life to the lords forever.
There is no hope for humanity here, just like the world of Warhammer, only eternal darkness.
Hades really wanted to crash himself headfirst and reopen. He was already very restrained, restraining himself from crying like a toe being trampled.
Although he is a time-traveler, he doesn't have a single golden finger at the moment! What about the said traverser indiscriminately?!
His current small body can crush him even with the lowest level alien.
As a time-traveler, Hades knows where the world is headed, but it's not a good thing.
There is no other reason, this is a world where ideas also have power.
This world is composed of the physical world and the subspace, as a human being, the body exists in the physical world, and the soul has a flame-like projection in the subspace.
Among humans, individuals who are more closely connected to the subspace are called psychics. Psychics can use the power of subspace, which is psionic energy. They can rub out energy with their bare hands that obviously does not conform to the laws of physics, among them, powerful alpha-level psychics and even one-handed star-bursting beings.
But being a psychic is not necessarily a good thing.
Because they are more connected to the subspace, their soul sparks will be brighter and more attractive, attracting the creatures in the subspace.
These malevolent creatures will whisper to the psychic through the subspace, driving them crazy, twisting their minds, and turning them into their permanent slaves. Among them, the more often they use psychic energy, the brighter their small flames become, the easier they are to be watched by subspace creatures, and the easier they are to be corroded.
Hades tried it himself, he found that he had no psychic talent, he couldn't even make a small spark, and in addition to being disappointed, he became more and more fortunate -
A person's soul and mind are truly fluctuating in subspace, and as a traverser, Hades knows knowledge that is clearly taboo.
If a person's mind interests a powerful subspace creature, the consequences. Hades couldn't even think about it.
In fact, from the moment Hades realized that he was currently in the world of Warhammer, Hades immediately forced himself to control his brain and never think about the gods of subspace.
As long as he thinks of that knowledge, he will probably be watched by those four evil gods immediately!.
But what Hades didn't know was. It was his own so-called "traverser" physique and the planet he descended on that allowed him to barely escape the gaze of the gods.
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Therefore, at present, Hades only has this knowledge in the early stage of the human empire to recall and think about.
Originally, the human beings in this world flourished under the development of science and technology, colonizing many planets in the galaxy, but after experiencing the Iron Man Rebellion (that is, the AI Rebellion) and ■■■■, human civilization was fragmented and about to perish.
In troubled times, there was a macho man, and just when mankind was about to become extinct, the man named the emperor stood up!!
The Emperor, the most NB immortal in human history, the strongest psychic - the kind strong enough to be a sub-space creature in seconds, the ruler of Terra, and the commander of the expeditionary force...
This macho man, who has been incognito, unified Terra, which was divided by warlords, with lightning speed, and created space marines, allied with Mars, and began a great expedition to recover those human planets that had lost contact because of ■■■■, and occupy those planets occupied by foreign races.
And for the smooth operation of the Great Expedition, the emperor used his own genes as a template to personally create twenty-one gene primitives, each of which had wisdom, strength, and talent that was difficult for mortals to match, some of them could penetrate the essence of all physical and mathematical formulas at a glance, some could slash a war dog-level titan with a sword, and some could handle the government affairs of hundreds of planets at the same time.
Well, in fact, most of these Primordial bodies can do all of the above situations, but the specialization is different.
The twenty Astarte legions created using their genes as templates are the main force of the Great Expedition.
These big guys with a height of about 2-3 meters, each of them has hidden stunts, boundless charm, and are the existence that ordinary mortals will be deeply shocked when they see it!
It is no exaggeration to say that this level of this level has to be a dragon in any world setting, but in the world of Warhammer, even if it is as strong as the original gene, even if it is as strong as the emperor, it will eventually ...
I can't think about it anymore!
Hades stopped instantly.
Anyway, the last half of the gene primitive rebellion became neither human nor ghost, and the emperor was trapped in Terra...
Since the expedition, the brilliant fate of mankind has once again become gray -
——But these have nothing to do with Hades, who is digging in the ground.
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The most useful memories from past lives are those related to the original body of the 14th Legion, Mortarian.
The twenty-one primordial bodies were scattered all over the universe by a subspace storm in the emperor's laboratory, among which the planet where the primordial Mortarian landed was Barbarus.
In the original setting, Mortarian was adopted by the most powerful alien lord who lived in the mountains, and he was regarded as a lord's war machine, and he was abused in his childhood, such as being thrown into the beast pit before he could stand up, such as being thrown into the acid rain that Barbarus could kill, such as making him fight with other alien lords...
And even as a gene primordial, he was not so powerful when he was a child, not to mention that his alien adoptive father was the most powerful psychic on the planet, so Mortarian spent his miserable childhood like this.
Such a miserable childhood also developed Mortarian and his twisted character - which laid the groundwork for him to be found by the emperor in the future and eventually rebel against the emperor.
Of course, Mortarian's eventual mutiny... There is also a subspace ■■ technique in it.
But this is all a matter of the later stages, the closest time to Hades should be when Mortarian escaped from his adoptive father's control and led the people of Barbarus to form a rebellion and overthrow the alien oppression.
Then when he faced off against his adoptive father at the final moment, he was robbed by the emperor and buried hatred with the emperor...
But for a long time after that, Mortarian only quietly took over the leadership of the 14th Legion and silently led the 14th Legion on a great expedition.
The people on Babarus gained the right to become a member of the Fourteenth Legion's Death Guard.
Based on the memories of his previous life, Hades set himself a medium-term goal to live until Mortarian was found by the Emperor, and then became a death guard.
The additional task is, of course, to take advantage of the time in Barbarus to brush up on Mortarian's favorability or something.
Plan Pass
But... Being a death guard is not necessarily a good thing, after all, it is a rebel party... The later stage was miserable, he didn't want to be...
But this is all a matter for the queen, Hades thought about it, there is no need to think so far.
Given that he may now be a cannon fodder, becoming a Space Marines is already smoking from the ancestral grave.
Damn, why is he so aggrieved across the ground?!
The short-term goal was of course to survive, life on Babarus was deadly at any time, and the average age of people was thirty years before Mortarian led the rebels against the aliens.
As it stands, Hades is currently in a smaller village called "Heller Pass", where his parents were killed by aliens as early as when Hades was three or four years old.
Hades didn't have any brothers or sisters or anything, but fortunately, in the village of Barbarus, food was distributed according to demand, so he struggled to survive in the mud house left by his parents, receiving that little food every time.
No way, now he is too weak, Hades is only seven years old now, and he simply does not have enough strength to match the alien.
Every day, he followed the villagers to work in the fields during the short day, and at night he huddled at home, making tools and weapons by himself.
His most satisfactory result at present is a small crossbow, which he has magically modified himself, and the materials are all quenched with medicine, which can resist the corrosion of poisonous gas.
Although there are a lot of troubles to charge, the power is considerable.
He had secretly gone to find the bodies of the aliens left in the poisonous mist, and his crossbow could shoot through their skin, sometimes even through them, except for those known for their rough skin and thick flesh.
He once thought about getting a gun, but he found that he did not have the ability to make iron, and the only iron weapon was the dagger left to him by his father.
In addition, he has been studying the design of gas masks and the configuration of chemical materials inside - everyone on Barbarus has a rudimentary gas mask to resist the invasion of poison gas.
To be honest, there was progress, but not much.
After all, his range of activities is the village and the fields near the village, and the herbs he can pick are limited.
Hades was confident that if he could collect other herbs, he could improve his current gas mask.
The village bell rang, and when it was time to call it a day, Hades picked up his hoe and looked with satisfaction at the land he had just raked, which was not small - although he was still small, he was a good hand at farm work.
He followed the villagers back to the village in small steps, and with a shout, the gate of the village was pulled up.
Hades returned to his mud house with ease, picked up a cloth and wiped his hands briefly, and then began to boil water and cook porridge.
After eating, Hades picked up the previously designed repeating crossbow manuscript paper and looked at it - a single-shot crossbow is still not very practical in actual combat.
If he really encounters actual combat, the opponent will not give Hades the opportunity to reload, and this crossbow can only give him a first-mover advantage.
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Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, bursts of screams came out.
Damn it! The aliens choose to attack their village tonight?!
Hades quickly turned off the lights, put on a gas mask, and put on corrosion-resistant clothing as much as possible, then picked up a crossbow and arrow, put the dagger on his waist, and shrank it behind the door.
There is no way, there is no furniture in his house except for a big earthen kang to provide a place to hide.
The aliens named the Pale Laugher crawled slowly down the village path, their faces pale, their twisted smiles cracking on their faces, and their overly slender limbs eerily resting on the walls of the house.
They reminded Hades of the kind of spider with a human face and particularly long legs.
It's just that the extra-large ones are a little smaller than a single mud room.
The yellow-green poisonous gas was imprisoned by them with psychic energy and wrapped around their slender bodies.
Hades' pupils shrank suddenly.
He saw the poisonous gas slowly seeping in from the crack in the door -
He was chosen.
Hades gritted his teeth, pointed his crossbow at the door, and smiled bitterly.
It looks like a fight.
I hope I can survive.
Today, Hades is also trying not to cry like a toe-toed.