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

The hunting dog repeated its trick, leaping twice to nimbly dodge again, but its companion beside it collapsed and convulsed.

The first bullet fired at it was merely a decoy; the second bullet fired at its companion was Herrera's true objective.

The ferocious-looking pustule hound seemed to be enraged, growling softly, and its already extremely fast running speed continued to increase!

Herrera then took aim and fired three shots, all of which were skillfully dodged by the hound.

Damn!

Reluctantly, Herrera had to abandon the hound for the time being and turn her gun to the two behind it.

The bullets whistled through the fog, one after the other, faithfully charging toward the speeding hounds.

Torn through flesh, blood splattered everywhere! Machines are merciless, flesh and blood are fragile!

Two more hounds whimpered and collapsed. The sudden stop at high speed caused them to be thrown out by inertia!

Two more were taken down.

There is still one hound left, but Herrera is not relaxing at all—

The incredibly agile hunting dog has now closed in on the tree where Herrera is hiding, and is even at an extremely dangerous distance!

Herrera fired rapidly, bullets raining down on the enemy. In an instant, the hound leaped up—

It charged straight at Herrera in the tree!

Herrera's eyes shrank rapidly, but her hand movements did not slow down at all.

After quickly emptying the magazine, Herrera held the gun in one hand and drew her dagger from her waist with the other.

The pustule-covered hound bared its fangs, its thick, foul-smelling saliva mingling as it charged at Herrera—

Herrera assumed a defensive stance, gripping the musket in one hand and aiming it at the gaping maw, while holding a dagger in the other and desperately stabbing at the missed hunting dog!

The immense force propelled the hound directly to Herrera, who was perched on a tree branch.

A man and a dog suddenly fell from the towering tree branch, crashing onto the empty, solid ground.

"crash"

The branches are rustling, the dead wood is trembling.

"boom!"

Dust flew everywhere, and Herrera felt a burning pain in her back, along with a numbing sensation in her chest.

The 2.3-meter-long, pustular hound pressed its entire weight down on Herrera, its gaping maw lunging straight for her neck!

"Click"

The immense difference in strength caused Herrera's musket, which was used to defend against the hounds, to break!

Herrera, clutching the musket's severed limb, plunged it straight into the pustule's throat—

Herrera's entire forearm was inside! The musket's stump was pressed firmly against the pustule's throat. Because its throat was blocked, the pustule couldn't bite and could only struggle desperately.

Its limbs thrashed wildly, and its extremely long, sharp claws stabbed straight into Herrera's lower abdomen, the entire hind claw sinking deep into Herrera's flesh.

"cough!"

Herrera plunged her other hand, holding a dagger, deep into the pustule hound's abdomen. With her powerful willpower, Herrera began to stir the dagger, and the hound's pus-filled lungs slid out of the wound.

Both woman and dog began a desperate struggle, their flesh and blood splattering as they thrashed about! Herrera felt her consciousness fading, her eyes bloodshot.

No! Can't die!

She has to send this document out!

With her last breath, Herrera shoved the hand in the hound's mouth inward!

The stalemate was broken, and the pustular hound's blood, along with corrosive, foul-smelling gastric juices, gushed from its mouth.

Herrera maintained her strength, desperately holding her hands back.

The vast earth was a muddy yellow, and a deep black slowly crept up onto this land—

Evening is approaching.

On the empty land, a withered tree stood blankly in the fog.

The two figures under the tree gradually fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the hunting dog's figure swayed unsteadily—

“昸”

The huge carcass of the pustular hound lay on its side.

Covered in blood, Herrera was barely breathing, her eyes wide open as she stared at the swirling mist.

No, she has to complete her mission.

She won't die even if she doesn't complete the mission!

The Death Guard is known for its resilience.

Herrera took a deep breath and slowly regained her senses.

—His ribs were broken, his right hand, which had been deeply embedded in the hound's throat, was now corroded to the bone, his abdomen was pierced, and his left leg was broken.

Fortunately, no internal organs were damaged in the abdomen, but the intestines spilled out.

As long as I get to the command post before I bleed out, that's fine.

Herrera touched the documents in her arms—thankfully, the documents were intact.

Herrera stuffed her intestines back in, haphazardly wrapped a bandage around her abdomen, picked up a branch from under a tree to use as a crutch, and struggled to her feet to continue her journey.

A pool of blood flowed behind him.

My consciousness began to blur, the scenery before my eyes turned black and white, and large blocks of noise filled my vision.

Almost there. Almost there.

No, it's so far away.

Why is it so far?

Herrera, you can do it!

You swore you would protect this place.

Herrera could no longer feel the pain; vast expanses of darkness enveloped her vision.

It was too dark, she thought, so Herrera took off her gas mask and threw it on the side of the road.

It's still so dark, why is that?

Herrera suddenly started to feel scared. What if she couldn't complete the mission?

She...she suddenly transformed back into that helpless child, burying her head and weeping.

She was too weak. She couldn't do anything.

No, no, no, Herrera, you can, you can, you can!

A scarecrow stands alone in the field.

Herrera recognized it; it was a scarecrow standing in the outermost field, and seeing it meant that she was close to human settlements.

She smiled, and Herrera felt her face move slightly.

Even if I fall here, I'll be discovered.

Even so, Herrera's numb body continued to walk mechanically.

She had to complete her mission; she vowed to protect everyone.

Ugh?

Is there someone ahead of me?

Herrera was unsure; her vision was blurred, filled with large patches of black and white.

She wasn't sure.

"Herrera!!!"

"Herrera!!!"

"Herrera, hold on!!! Don't die!!!"

what.

It's Hades' voice.

Herrera felt herself smiling; her cheeks were warm—were they tears?

Finally, I fulfilled my vow.

Hades, look! I did it!

I'm a powerful Death Guardian now.

Herrera can protect everyone now.

And, we finally met again.

Herrera could hold on any longer. She collapsed.

Here's a Barbarus girl who's about to die.

Chapter 29 Before the Tomb

Barbaros, northern mountains, cemetery outside the old outpost.

just now.

.

The sky was always overcast.

The planet is shrouded in a toxic fog.

In the cemetery guarded by the dead, rows of wooden crosses stand silently and orderly.

Beside the nine newly buried wooden crosses, the cool, earthy smell of soil wafted gently to my nose.

Hades was standing in front of a wooden cross tombstone, with Lysa standing beside him, sobbing softly.

Around him, beside other crosses, stood other people mourning.

This transport mission involved three groups, totaling nine people.

The first group was completely wiped out by the high-saturation bombardment of artillery, and the intelligence was lost.

The second group, the last melee fighter, crawled back to the command post after his teammates were killed and both of his legs were blown off, and the intelligence was safely delivered.

He eventually died in the medical department of Death Guard due to infection in both legs.

In the third group, two people sacrificed their lives to escort the gunner in delivering intelligence. The gunner was eventually discovered by Hades, who was patrolling at night, in the farmland furthest from the command post, and the intelligence was safely delivered.

The shooter died from excessive blood loss.

With that, all personnel perished, and the intelligence was safely delivered.

Hades was occasionally disturbed by the soft sobs of those around him, but he seemed oblivious to them, staring blankly at the cross before him.

The Death Guardians believe in silent death and reincarnation, and these wooden crosses will soon perish in the corrosive effects of Barbarossa's poisonous gas and acid rain.

When the last crucified body disappeared into this vast land, when the sorrow began to fade...

This land will be cultivated anew, and the wheat that sustains the lives of the people of Barbarossa will silently replace these crosses that symbolize resilience.

The wheat will grow strong and silent until it is cut down by the sickle, completing its silent life.

Just like the Barbarosians.

In Barbarossa, death is common.

Death is not worth such grief.

It's just part of the daily life of the people of Barbarossa.

Every Barbarossa knows this in their heart.