Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

She looked up.

The young man was holding his sobbing sister in one arm, his face hidden by a gas mask, but he was indeed smiling.

He was backlit, the white light outlining his figure.

The man squatted down, holding a sickle in his other hand.

"You were very brave just now, sacrificing yourself to attract the attention of those hunting dogs, weren't you?"

"Brave girl, join us and let's protect our families together."

"By the way, my name is Hades, and I'm a Death Guard."

This is Herrera's story before she joined the Deathguard.

This is also Herrera's story of regaining hope.

Here's a Barbaross girl.

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I received a round of recommendation text messages!!! Oh my god! Yay!

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Chapter 24 I'm so glad I met you (Part 1)

Barbarossa.

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During that pustular hound attack, the newly formed Death Guard saved most of the villagers.

The strongest and tallest of them, their leader, gave a speech in the threshing ground of their village.

Herrera looked at him with tears streaming down her face.

"We have been oppressed for so long that we have forgotten all the dignity that we are entitled to."

"Let us unite and resist all this injustice, resist all this violence, resist all this filth!"

"Join us! Pick up your sickles and strike at this injustice!"

"Rebel!!!"

He said so.

Resistance.

Resist!!!

Without hesitation, Herrera took her sister in her arms and left with the Death Guards. They left their past behind.

She wants to become stronger, she wants to rebel, she wants to protect her family, she wants to protect the people of Barbaros!

She wants to become someone who can wield a sickle and protect others—

—A being like Hades.

Herrera felt her face burning, and she felt a little embarrassed by the thought.

She was just a weak woman, while the tall, strong man was a true warrior.

I am completely unable to catch up with such a dazzling existence.

Herrera patted her face. No, even if she couldn't catch up, she would try her best. She was fed up with being weak. The feeling of weakness was like a poison that was etched into her bones, corroding her internal organs.

She wants to be like Hades, someone who can protect others and bring them hope!

You can do it, Herrera, keep it up!

Herrera, along with most of the surviving villagers, arrived at their new home with the Death Guards returning to their stronghold.

She and her sister registered their identities and received a small house and a two-person food allowance.

When asked which department of the Deathguard she would like to join, Herrera chose the Combat Department without hesitation.

The old man, Had, who was registering across from her, gave her a puzzled look. Usually, women of short stature like Herrera would choose the logistics department or the medical department.

"You're too skinny, girl. Listen to me, go to the medical department. The training intensity in the combat department is too high, you can't handle it."

However, the child opposite him still looked at him with a serious expression.

"I can become stronger."

Old Man Hader sighed and resignedly wrote "Combat Department" in the "Wills" column of Herrera's booklet.

Then Herrera became an intern Deathguard.

The training for Death Guardians is brutal and arduous. They first undergo three months of intensive physical training before the selection process for joining the team begins.

Only those who survive the selection process can successfully enter the Death Guard.

She followed the main force up a mountain that had already been captured, without any protective gear, as the poison gas tore her lungs apart.

One by one, the people around them collapsed. Exhausted, they shrunk under the corrosive effects of the poisonous gas. They hesitated, let go of their grip on the cliff, and fell into the abyss.

Herrera was trembling all over; her arms twitched uncontrollably from exhaustion, but she clung tightly to the rock face.

She wants to become stronger; she wants to protect others.

Finally, Herrera became the third person to successfully reach the top.

Mortarian, who was waiting at the summit for the latest batch of Death Guards, personally bestowed upon her a weapon. Based on her previous special training observations, she was given a finely crafted musket. From this day forward, she was a Death Guard.

She vowed to defend the people here to the death, and she vowed to fight to the very end.

She swore.

Later, she participated in battles large and small, and Herrera's agility and accurate marksmanship earned her her own dignity and applause.

In a battle to hunt down wild swamp rock leopards, Herrera shot and killed the leader of the rock leopards; in a siege against the lord, Herrera held her territory after her squad was wiped out, and saved it by killing thirty-six puppets single-handedly.

She is the guardian of death; she will protect the people of this land.

However, in the daily battles, when those people put down their muskets and looked up at the sky, a ripple would always stir in Herrera's heart. Was the sky like that on the day they met?

Under the guise of inquiring about the war situation, Herrera continued to secretly gather information about Hades.

She learned that the tall soldier was actually only two years older than her.

She learned that Hades was one of the original three Death Guardians.

She learned that Hades was not very popular, and even though he was very capable, he was always ostracized by others.

Why is it that such an outstanding person is not appreciated by everyone?

In the next battle team assignment, with her own ulterior motives, Herrera deliberately arrived a little late and, as expected, was assigned to Hades, the last team that no one wanted to approach.

Hades silently carried his scythe and squatted in an inconspicuous little corner of the battlefield, waiting for her.

She walked over. Was she nervous? Herrera felt herself becoming weak.

No, I can't lose face in front of my idol and make him feel weak.

Herrera mustered her spirits, picked up her gun, and joined the battle.

As she blew the brain off the last puppet, Hades, who was resting against her scythe, whistled.

"Well done, girl, you have excellent marksmanship."

"I remember you, the one who went to lure the hounds by yourself, right?"

“I thought you were a promising talent back then, and now it seems I was right.”

What's going on?! Herrera felt her face turn bright red instantly, and only thanks to her gas mask did she manage to keep Hades from noticing that something was wrong.

She had always imagined Hades to be a silent and warm person.

I never expected them to be so enthusiastic!

Ughhhhh! My idol image seems to be crumbling a bit!!

Regardless, after that, Herrera always chose to be in Hades' group whenever she applied for a team.

As if sensing Herrera's thoughts, Hades often chatted with her.

When each battle was nearing its end and there were no more monsters around, Hades would show off his scythe to Herira. The scythe, which was unusually heavy for an ordinary person, seemed to come alive in Hades' hands, wielding it with great skill and gleaming light.

He also taught Herrera some shooting techniques. Strangely, Hades, who was clearly unable to use a musket, had his own insights into its use.

In addition to these, Hades also told Herrera some other tips, such as how to plow the fields more easily, how to use rice water to water flowers, and how to do multiplication rules.

Unlike the repulsive beings others described, Herrera found Hades to be a rather magical being.

To repay Hades, and also out of her own little ulterior motives, Herrera often cooked meals for Hades with elaborate designs.

Compared to her sickly sister who always ate poorly, Hades ate very quickly and happily.

Herrera's sense of taste was destroyed long ago during an exposure to poison gas, and she hasn't been able to enjoy delicious food for a long time.

So she hoped Hades could continue to enjoy the pleasure he found in eating.

Aside from the occasional dizziness caused by frequent battles, Herrera's life is becoming increasingly happier and more joyful.

Herrera became powerful enough to protect the weak and even became friends with Hades.

Under Lord Mortarion's leadership, the Death Guard continued to grow stronger, and lords were beheaded one by one.

The future will be even brighter.

As long as we work hard and resist, the future will be better.

Even if it means sacrifice, I will protect all of this.

Herrera firmly believed this.

Apart from the protagonist Hades, the other characters are portrayed in a rather serious manner.

Aside from the main character's naturally optimistic and eccentric personality, he occasionally cracks harmless little jokes about this dark world.

The Barbarus arc won't be very long. I know everyone likes canned food (and I do too), so it won't be too long-winded. I'll get the main character into canned food as soon as possible.

Chapter 25 I'm so glad I met you (Part 2)

Barbarossa, the northern mountain range.

just now.

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Herrera had a wonderful time.

If it wasn't her turn to patrol at night or prepare for war, Herrera's day would begin in the early morning. She would get up, wash and get ready, then make breakfast (usually thin porridge), and wake her sister after that.

After the two sisters had a quick breakfast, Herrera would pick up her farm tools and head towards the plot of land they had been allocated outside the settlement, while her younger sister Lysa would go to the community to help with chores.

After finishing farm work in the morning, I returned to the village to participate in daily training and took the opportunity to chat with Hades.

Hades would often pull her aside and chat about anything and everything.

Herrera listened happily, marveling at Hades's knowledge of all sorts of strange and interesting things.

After training, she would invite Hades to her home for dinner, and he would usually accept.

Then he happily watched Hades eat.

That said, Hades seems really keen to teach her how to cook.

Herrera would certainly cook a good meal, just as easily as she could shoot monsters.

They grew closer and closer.

Herrera certainly had her own ulterior motives, but she knew it wasn't the right time yet.

The Death Guards are working tirelessly, and everyone around her is contributing their lives to the construction of this stronghold.

Now is not the time.

Now is not the time to rest.

After the last lord's head was cut off, Herrera went to Hades to confess her love.

She didn't know if Hades would agree, but she felt a dark, smug sense of relief.