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

The range was expanded to 100 meters primarily for reconnaissance of living creatures on the other side.

As night deepened, Hades finally finished sorting through all the miscellaneous "junk." Looking at the room full of things, Hades felt a sense of accomplishment, like he had successfully collected junk.

I'm not going to think about it anymore, I'm going to sleep! I'll go chat with Herrera tomorrow!

Apart from the guards at the city gate, Hades has not told anyone that he, Hades, has returned!

Next, the setting was added: the protagonist is "similar" to an untouchable.

We'll talk about what the main character is later.

If this gets recommended, I'll add an extra chapter!!!

Chapter 27 Attacked

Barbaros, in the northern mountains, a new outpost on the front lines.

just now.

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Thick fog, accompanied by the faint light of dawn, slowly spread across the murky black soil of Barbarossa, while the intermittent cries of hawks echoed from afar.

The poisonous gas outside the small outpost was significantly denser than inside. The pale yellow fog was churning uncontrollably, and any movement by any creature that entered it would cause rolling waves of fog.

Herrera stood at the entrance of the stronghold, holding a musket in her hand, carrying another musket on her shoulder, with a dagger strapped to her waist, and her bulging pouch filled with bullets.

She wore a full-face gas mask that covered her entire face, and her brown eyes were looking at her two teammates through the glass.

Kuza and Tiller were checking their equipment. Like Herrera, they were wearing full-face gas masks, fully armed, carrying a sickle, and with two daggers strapped to their waists.

"Okay. We can go now."

Sister Liz, who came to see them off, nodded; she wore a dark green headband soaked in herbs.

"Listen up, everyone. Your mission is to deliver this map, which marks the specific enemy ambush points and supply points, to the frontline command post."

"In order not to alert the enemy, we cannot send a large force to transport this document. Currently, our base is located at the forefront of the border between human territory and alien territory, so if we send a large force, we will be exposed and easily ambushed along the way."

"To be on the safe side, we will send out three teams at different times from different front-line outposts to transport this document along different routes."

"And you are the third team."

"But this does not mean you can let your guard down. In fact, the leader we are facing this time is more powerful and more cunning than any we have encountered before."

"Make sure the document is delivered! Do you understand?!"

"I understand!"

The three men stood at attention, saluted, and shouted in unison,

Sister Liz took a step back and glanced at Herrera and the other two.

"Good, you are all the most elite melee fighters and marksmen in our stronghold. I believe you can complete this mission."

The leader saluted the three soldiers, and the sturdy wooden gate slowly opened.

So they set off.

The scenery kept repeating itself, and the murky, yellowish poisonous fog rolled endlessly. Apart from the scythe marks left by the Death Guards, there were no other signs to indicate the way.

They were marching at full speed, with Kuza leading the way, Herrera in the middle, and Tiller keeping watch for enemy activity from behind.

The intelligence report was safely tucked away in Herrera's arms.

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However, the disaster began to descend from the sky.

A piercing sound ripped through the air, and a roaring, blood-red fireball churned and tore through the yellowish mist!

It was an explosive fireball!

"Dodge!!!"

The three of them accelerated frantically, trying to get out of the attack range—

However, after this fireball—

Hundreds of fireballs roared up—

A deafening roar erupted, destruction struck suddenly, and all living beings vanished.

Herrera woke up to a ringing in her ears.

She staggered to her feet and pushed away the two charred corpses that had fallen on top of her.

Yes, upon realizing they couldn't escape, Kuza and Tiller immediately pounced on Herrera.

The reason is simple: Herrera possesses that intelligence.

Regardless of which of the three carries this information, the final outcome will be the same.

The other two sacrificed themselves to protect the person who had the intelligence.

The tinnitus persisted; there was no time for grief. She had been exposed, and Herrera had to move immediately.

The gas mask was broken, and the yellowish toxic gas kept pouring in. Herrera hastily wrapped the mask with bandages, barely managing to let the toxic gas in slowly.

A sharp pain shot through her left calf. Herrera looked down and saw that the white bone had broken, piercing through her skin and going straight into her flesh.

Blood was flowing uncontrollably.

Herrera gritted her teeth and quickly stopped the bleeding. Then, she used her dagger to cut off a fold of the sickle handle and took out a bandage.

Herrera held one end of her calf with one hand and the part of her calf near her knee with the other.

"Crack!"

The lower leg, which was fractured in a bizarre manner, has recovered.

Hiss—Damn!

Herrera swore, which was unusual for her.

She then placed the section of the sickle handle close to her lower leg and wrapped it tightly with a bandage to stabilize the fractured leg.

Herrera's tinnitus subsided somewhat, but the sharp pain in her lungs and the agony from her broken leg nearly made her faint.

No, she has to deliver the intelligence!

One of the muskets broke. Herrera threw away the broken one, picked up the other, and loaded it.

Without a moment's hesitation, Herrera limped on and continued on her way.

I'm sorry, my comrade, I will definitely deliver this intelligence.

Your sacrifices will not have been in vain.

Drops of blood slid down the wound on his calf, leaving a trail of tiny specks on the ground.

Herrera started to feel dizzy, but thankfully, she had often felt dizzy before, so she could handle the situation.

A faint barking came from the fog.

Is it a pustular hound?!

There was a tall, dead tree in front of the wasteland. Without hesitation, Herrera quickly dragged her broken leg to the top of the tree.

The bark thorns on the tree pierced Herrera's leg wound once again, but she didn't care about it now.

Herrera held the gun, pointing it into the distance.

Based on the barking, Herrera estimated that the pack of hounds numbered around six or seven.

Herrera slowed her breathing to allow the poison gas to enter her lungs more slowly.

When that tiny black dot first appeared in the murky yellow fog—

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots ring out!

The first bullet pierced the unfortunate man's nose precisely and entered his brain. The next two shots hit the hound's right eye and its foreleg as it ran wildly.

The speeding hunting dog suddenly fell to the ground, whimpering and rolling on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The hounds following closely behind were startled, and the two in front even tripped over the fallen hound corpses.

Pull the trigger again.

"Bang! Bang!"

The pustular hounds collapsed instantly, eliminating both of them.

"I misjudged," Herrera pursed her chapped lips, brushed a stray hair behind her ear, and smiled.

The opposing side probably assumed that the survivor of the bombing was a strong melee fighter, so they dispatched hounds known for their close-quarters combat prowess.

These pustular hounds are indeed extremely troublesome enemies when their numbers outnumber those on the other side.

A slight misstep could cost you your life.

However, the enemy did not expect that it was one of their seemingly weak shooters, who could not withstand the bombardment at all, who survived.

That's why humanity will ultimately prevail.

You selfish, brain-dead alien creatures!

You will never understand these aspects of the human spirit!

There were four more. Realizing that the enemy was a shooter, the hounds began to change their course, advancing in a dazzling zigzag pattern.

If she's lucky, Herrera can shoot them down before they even get within range.

If you're unlucky, there's a high chance that one or two will be able to attack Herrera.

Bless me, Hades.

I want to live, I want to deliver this intelligence, I want to live to see you again.

I want to hold out until the day peace arrives.

Bless me.

Hades.

Bless me.

The people of Barbarossa.

This is my first time writing, and I didn't handle the supporting characters well, so I'm very sorry (ˇˇ).

Chapter 28 Welcome to the Grimdark World

Barbarossa, the northern mountains, the frontier wasteland.

just now.

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The afterglow of the setting sun bathes the world in a hazy yellow light.

A withered tree in the wilderness, living alone in the wild.

The pustular hound galloped, kicking up a cloud of dust. Mist and dust danced together, blurring the lines between heaven and earth.

Herrera's vision was filled with crimson, blood flowing, stimulating the predators in the distance.

He raised his gun and fired again.

The targeted hound suddenly lunged forward, its slender body compressing into an incredible shape in an instant—

—The land was violently hurled aside by the heavy claws, soil scattering everywhere—

He dodged it!!!

Herrera took a deep breath and quickly reloaded, the bullets sticking to her skin and slippery.

Send it again!

Two shots were fired.