Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Barbarus.

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During that attack by the Pussy Hounds, the Death Guard, which had just been established, saved most of the villagers.

The leader, the most powerful and tallest among them, gave a speech in the threshing floor of their village.

Herrera looked at him with tears on her face.

"We have been oppressed for so long that we have forgotten all the dignity we should have."

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

"Join us, pick up the sickle in your hand, and wield it against all this injustice!"

"Resist!!!"

He said so.

Resist.

Resist! ! !

Herrera hugged her sister and left with these death guards without hesitation. They put their past behind them.

She wants to become stronger, she wants to resist, she wants to protect her family, she wants to protect the people on Barbarus!

She wants to become a being who can hold a sickle and protect others——

——It is like Hades.

Herrera felt her face heat up, and she felt a little shy at the idea.

She is just a weak woman, but the tall and strong man is indeed a full-fledged warrior.

There is absolutely no way he can keep up with such a dazzling existence.

Herrera patted her face. No, even if she couldn't catch up, she had to work hard to catch up. She was fed up with her weak self. The taste of weakness was like unforgettable poisonous wine, corroding her internal organs.

She wants to be like Hades, a being who can protect others and bring hope to others!

You can do it, Herrera, come on!

Herrera followed most of the village survivors to their new home as the Death Guard returned to their stronghold.

She and her sister registered their identities and received a small house and food for two people.

When asked which division of the Death Guard she wished to join, Herrera chose the War Division without hesitation.

Uncle Hard, who was registering opposite, looked at her doubtfully. Generally, shorter women like Herrera would choose the logistics department or the medical department.

"You are too thin, Nizi. Listen to what I say and go to the medical department. The training in the combat department is too intense and I can't stand it."

However, the child opposite still looked at him seriously.

"I can become stronger."

Uncle Hard sighed and resignedly wrote "War Department" in the column of wishes on Herrera's booklet.

Herrera then became a trainee Death Guard.

The training of the Death Guard is cruel and difficult. They first receive three months of special physical training, and then they begin the selection to join the team.

Only those who survive the selection can successfully join the Death Guard.

She climbed up a captured mountain with the large army, without any protective measures, and the poisonous gas tore her lungs.

The people around them fell one by one, they were exhausted, they shrank under the erosion of the poisonous gas, they hesitated, they let go of their hands on the cliff, fell down, and fell into the abyss.

Herrera's whole body was shaking, and her arms couldn't stop twitching due to excessive fatigue, but she still clung to the rock wall with her hands.

She wants to become stronger and protect others.

In the end, Herrera was the third person to make it to the top.

Mortarion, who was waiting for the latest batch of Death Guards at the peak, personally awarded her the weapon. Based on previous special training observations, she was awarded a well-made musket. From now on, she is a Death Guard.

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

She swore.

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

In a battle to encircle and suppress the swamp rock leopards in the wild, it was Herrera who killed the leading rock leopard with one shot; in a critical battle against the lord, Herrera still held on to the territory after her entire team was wiped out. The record of killing thirty-six puppets secured the territory.

She is the Death Guard, and she will protect the people of this land.

However, in the battles day after day, when she put down her musket and looked at the sky, there would always be a ripple in Herrera's heart. Was it the same in the sky on the day they met?

Under the guise of inquiring about the war situation, Herrera was still quietly collecting information about Hades.

She learned that this tall warrior was actually only two years older than herself.

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

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

Why, for such an outstanding person, why doesn’t everyone appreciate him?

In the next battle group assignment, Herrera deliberately arrived late for a while out of her own small thoughts, and as expected, she was assigned to Hades, whom no one wanted to get close to at the end.

Hades silently carried the scythe and squatted in an inconspicuous corner on the battlefield waiting for her.

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

No, you can't embarrass yourself in front of your idol and make the other person feel weak.

Herrera steeled herself, picked up her gun and went into battle.

When she knocked out the brain of the last puppet, Hades, who was already resting on his scythe, whistled.

"Well done, girl, good marksmanship."

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

"I thought you were a good prospect at the time. Now it seems that I have a really good vision."

What's going on? ! Herrera felt her face turn red all of a sudden. Relying on the gas mask, Herrera could not let Hades find out that something was wrong with her.

She had always, she had always imagined Hades as a silent and warm man.

I didn’t expect, I didn’t expect the other party to be so enthusiastic! ! !

Uhhhhhhhh! The idol halo seems to be a bit shattered! !

But no matter what, after that, Herrera would choose to be with Hades every time she applied for a group.

As if aware of Herrera's thoughts, Hades often chatted with Herrera.

When every battle is about to end and there are no monsters, Hades will hold a sickle to Herrera to show off. The unusually heavy sickle held by ordinary people seems to be alive in Hades's hands, dancing like a hunter. The wind blows and the sword flashes.

He also taught Herrera some shooting skills. The strange thing is that Hades obviously couldn't use muskets, but he had his own experience in using muskets.

In addition to these, Hades also told Herrera some other tips, such as how to plow the fields with less effort, how to water the flowers with rice water, and how to calculate the multiplication rules.

Unlike the disgusting existence that others said, Herrera felt that Hades was a rather magical existence.

In order to repay Hades and have her own little thoughts, Herrera often cooked food for Hades.

Compared to his sister who was sick when eating, Hades ate quickly every time and was very happy.

Herrela's sense of taste had been destroyed a long time ago when she was exposed to poisonous gas, and she had not been able to enjoy delicious food for a long time.

So she hoped that Hades could continue with his happiness about eating.

Aside from frequent fighting that caused Herrera to feel dizzy from time to time, her life continued to become happier and happier.

Herrera became strong, able to protect the weak, and became friends with Hades.

The Death Guard, under the leadership of Lord Mortarion, also continued to grow and develop, and lords were beheaded one by one.

The future will be better.

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

Even if he sacrifices himself, he must protect all of this.

Herrera firmly believed in this.

Except for the protagonist Hades, the descriptions of other characters are quite serious.

In addition to the protagonist, he has a cheerful and disconnected personality, and occasionally makes harmless little jokes about this dark world.

The Barbarus chapter won't be very long. I know everyone likes to read canned food (I also like it), so I won't be too long-winded and let the protagonist become canned as soon as possible.