I, Hades, Am Back Again!!!

Chapter 25. I, Hades, Am back again!!!

Barbarus, Northern Mountains, old stronghold.

Presently.

A cloud of dust flew out of the house.

"Ahem, ahem, shit, why is there so much dust?"

Hades was covered in dust as he held a broom, striking a magnificent Roc-spreading-its-wings pose right in the middle of the room!

Anyway, this was his room, and there wasn't much furniture anyway.

Watch this, monkey fishing for the moon, golden rooster standing on one leg!

Seeing that the dust in the room was only increasing the more he swept, Hades simply gave up struggling and waved the broom around wildly.

As long as he whipped up the dust and let it settle down on its own, it would be fine, Hades thought dismissively.

Taking advantage of the flying dust inside, Hades walked out of the house, stood in place with his hands clasped behind his back like an old man, and began to space out.

After a month of trekking and hitchhiking, Hades had finally returned to his original home.

After the lords of the south were pacified, Mortarion and Calas Typhon led a portion of the Death Guard from the south and had already returned to the north.

Hades had latched onto the tail end of the northward-returning main force, walking and stopping; whenever he encountered the migrating villagers following behind, he would brazenly ask the other party to give him a ride.

"Mister, hitching a ride, hitching a ride~ I'll help you keep an eye out for monsters and stuff."

Just like that, hugging a bunch of miscellaneous things he had scrounged up in the south, Hades returned to his shabby little house.

It had already been five years since he last came home.

The stronghold, which was relatively small at the beginning, had long since developed into the human pearl of Barbarus. This stronghold had undergone one expansion since then. The heavy city walls were built seamlessly with stones cut from the mountain wall, and the main road of the citadel was clean and bright, paved finely with black cement.

The urban area drafts originally planned by Mortarion had long since played their due role. Combat department, medical department, logistics department, communication department, community department, construction department, artisan department—each department had its proper place in this stronghold. In the future, places for a market and a garden had also been reserved here.

Tsk tsk tsk, truly worthy of a primarch.

Hades still remembered when Mortarion had just arrived here, pulling him and Calas Typhon to pull all-nighters drawing drafts and discussing them.

That period of time had nearly worked him to death; after all, biological entities like primarchs could bounce around with just one hour of sleep a day.

Every day, people from different regions came in a bustling stream to this stronghold famous for "rebellion." Some of them had their homes destroyed and thus came here, some came drawn by the reputation of the Death Guard, and others hoped to obtain a new life of their own here.

The residential area expanded rapidly, and the good news was that because Hades's original home was far too remote, located in a place completely ignored by the expansion, Hades's home survived instead and was not demolished.

Even if it had been demolished, the construction department would have sent people in advance to help clear out and keep safe the things in his house.

How considerate, Hades thought.

Waiting until all the dust in the house had settled, Hades took a broom, went inside, and cautiously swept up the dust on the ground.

By dusk, Hades had finally finished simply tidying up his home.

Hades took out a biogas lamp, carefully lit the fire, and then walked into the courtyard, dragging the several huge parcels he had hauled back from the south into the house.

In the glow of the fire, Hades opened these parcels and began to sort and organize the supplies by category.

First were the dry ration packs he had been gnawing on these past few days, which he took out first and threw onto the stove.

Then came some herbs Hades had gathered in the south, along with their corresponding seeds and tubers. Hades had tested these herbs, and most of them were extremely useful for filtering the poisonous gas on Barbarus.

Piles of thick mapping charts, carefully smoked with anti-moth medicine, were also pulled out from the bundle. Various sizes of parchment paper were neatly organized according to specifications and the content recorded on them.

A portion of these had been pilfered by Hades from the alien lord's home, while another portion had been designed and modified by Hades himself.

Actually, Hades could already recite and draw most of the styles inside by heart, but out of rigor and for the sharing of knowledge, Hades still brought all of them along.

Knowledge is power!

(Tzeentch gave you a like, Magnus gave you a like, the Adeptus Mechanicus gave you a like.)

Right next to the mapping charts were, of course, various parts and some small components—a loud, clanging bagful that rattled the entire way. Clearly, it was already packed full, but these parts always managed to find spare space and then started colliding and making noise.

Closely following these parts was the simple protective suit Hades had sewn by skinning the alien lord. After making a primarch-sized protective suit, the remaining materials were barely enough for Hades to make another one to slip onto himself.

This protective suit was, of course, not finished yet. Hades had his own design for it, but alas, due to his physical condition, the mechanical parts could not be completed at present.

The frustrating part was that Hades discovered that if he used the null field to shroud these equipment with machine spirits, there were only two possibilities. The first was that the machine spirit completely vanished and the machinery was scrapped; the second was that the machine spirit grew displeased.

--Machine spirit displeasure: applied to one's own side, it meant weapons misfiring or exploding; applied to the enemy's side, it was most likely the opponent's weapons shouting, "Blow up that cord-pulling loser on the opposite side for me!!!" followed by frantic output.

However. If his null field was strong enough, it would most likely be able to directly devour the machine spirit, and then both sides could engage in close-quarters melee combat.

But with Hades's current ability, it would most likely result in the machine spirit's displeasure.

What the hell kind of ability was this! Where was there a cheat that added a debuff to oneself and a buff to the opponent?!

What the fuck, refund the money!!!

In the previous battles in the south, Hades had gradually become familiar with and grown into his own physical constitution as a blank.

Simply put, it was that he could make his null field larger, blacker, and stronger by "devouring" the souls or psychic powers of other creatures!

But conversely, control over the null field would be further weakened.

For instance, Hades's previous maximum null field diameter was seventy-five meters, and the minimum diameter was ten meters. During the process of absorbing the alien lord's psychic power in the south over the past few years, this maximum diameter had gradually become about one hundred meters.

Logically speaking, the minimum diameter should have expanded as well.

In fact, it did.

At the same time, however, Hades discovered that as long as he continuously and consciously used the null field and deepened his proficiency, he could control the null field to shrink further.

This was why Hades always firmly believed that one day he would be able to use all kinds of strange machinery in Warhammer.

Due to Hades's persistent habit of using his null field whenever he had nothing to do, he was now able to compress his null field into a circle with a diameter of one meter.

At this time, the null field was already like a pitch-black black hole, as if one glance would suck in a human soul.

Shrinking it any further, however, was something Hades simply could not do no matter what.

It did not matter, though; a one-meter diameter was already quite impressive!

Yes, one meter! This meant that most of Hades's social activities would not be affected!

This distance was already the smallest distance a past-life indoor recluse could touch.

Woohoo, liftoff!

Currently, Hades's null field mainly served two purposes: one was to suppress the enemy's psychic powers, and the other was used for his own stealth.

Generally speaking, for the former, as long as Hades compressed the null field to a diameter of within six meters, anyone within this range would experience obvious sluggishness. As for the latter, Hades only needed to compress the null field to a diameter of ten meters to completely conceal his tracks.

Meanwhile, expanding it to a hundred meters was mainly used to scout out the situation of living creatures on the opposite side.

Late at night, Hades finally finished tidying up these miscellaneous "junk" items. Looking at the things filling the room, Hades felt a sense of accomplishment in successfully scavenging.

No more overthinking, time to sleep right away! Tomorrow he would go find Herrela to chat!

Aside from the guards at the city gate, he, Hades, hadn't told anyone yet that he, Hades, was back again!

Continuing to supplement the setting, the protagonist is "similar" to a blank.

Later on, it will be explained what the protagonist actually is.

On recommendations, one extra chapter added!!!