Barbaros, night, in a medium-sized village.
Hades held a crossbow in his hand, his back against the earth wall, aiming the crossbow at the door, his whole body tense and motionless.
There was a faint sound of laughter coming from outside the door. The wooden door looked like it had been scratched by fingernails, and yellow-green poisonous gas kept seeping into the house from the gap.
Hades stared at the door.
An eerily thin and pale finger stretched out from the top of the door crack, covered with black and purple mucus.
It slid down slowly and reached the door bolt. The moment the slime touched the iron door bolt, rust instantly climbed up the ironware, and a half-new iron door bolt was suddenly covered with rust.
Hades predicted and raised his crossbow. He only had one chance.
The chuckle started again, caressing Hades' ears.
The finger lifted it downwards, and the bolt was cut smoothly like tofu, falling to the ground with a dull sound, ending its working life.
A huge, strange human face poked its head in from the top of the door. Its pale eyes, which took up half of its face, curiously peeked into the room, looking for its toys.
In a flash, the moment the alien poked its head into the house, Hades instantly drew his crossbow, and the arrow flew straight into the air towards the ridiculously huge eye!
At the same time, without hesitation, Hades picked up the dagger, holding the crossbow in one hand and the dagger in the other, and rushed towards the door. This alien called Pale Smiler has a body like a long-legged spider. Even if it blocks the door, Hades can run out from under its legs!
Hades thought it over, rushed out and ran into the cornfield. This alien was not the lords' slave-catching team, but just a group of guys wandering in the poisonous fog. They had low IQ and attacked the village just for food.
Generally, Pale Smilers will not leave the group and move slowly, which means that as long as Hades runs out of their sight and out of the monsters' hunting circle, he will have a chance of survival!
The strange smiling face seemed unaware of Hades' resistance, and the arrow pierced straight into the monster's pupil.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ahhhh!!!”
Deep red blood spurted out of its eyes, stuck in the doorway, and the monster's legs twitched wildly! The huge pain made the smile on its face even weirder!
Hades ran out from under the monster, using his dagger to block the long legs dancing wildly, but his left arm was still hit hard! Blood splattered!
Running out of the house, Hades saw that there were still four or five Pale Laughers wandering around the village, with the bodies of the dead being held high above their heads. He recognized Hedila, who had played with him before. Her internal organs were scattered on the face of the Pale Laughers, and her limbs were still struggling -
Hades felt his teeth biting through his lower lip, and a trickle of blood flowed out. Anger and unwillingness gripped him at the same time, and his brain was working rapidly -
—The gap is too big, so you can only run away.
Without a moment's hesitation, adrenaline magnified his senses to the extreme. He ran desperately towards the white cornfield outside the village, his heart pounding and the wind blowing past his ears.
The pale smiler chased him closely, and its insect-like pointed feet made grunting sounds as they dug in the soft ground.
Hades could feel its rage, the monster screaming behind him.
—It’s almost there!
Hades jumped into the towering cornfield. The corn leaves scratched his face and it hurt. He ran for his life desperately. The poisonous fog swirled around him - he was running towards a place where the poisonous gas was thicker, but he had no choice!
When you are weak, there is nothing you can do except run away!
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Hades didn't know how long he had been running. He kept running, running, and running. The sounds behind him gradually became smaller, and the hoarse roars were left far behind. Gradually, the only sounds in his ears were the wind and the crackling of corn leaves.
—The monster is back—
These gregarious monsters won't run too far on their own. They are also in the middle and lower levels of the food chain in Barbarus.
He made the right bet.
When Hades reached the edge of the cornfield at the very edge of the village, he stopped running.
The effect of adrenaline wore off, and Hades' chest ached. He didn't know whether it was the pain of his heart pounding or caused by inhaling too much poison gas - or both.
His legs were shaking and blood was dripping from his left arm. Under the influence of the poison gas, the wound had begun to show signs of festering.
Hades first looked around to make sure there were no monsters around.
He tried to tear open his clothes and bandage himself. In Barbaros, bleeding is extremely dangerous. It means you are more likely to be discovered by hunters, and it also means that poison gas can kill you through your wounds.
This is why Hades decided to bandage the wound first and then find a place to stay overnight. Wandering around with blood all over his body is not a good option.
He had to wait for a while and tried hard to regain control of his hand. Finally, the sensation in his hand came back. He used a dagger to cut off a piece of the hem of his long-sleeved shirt and gave his left arm a simple bandage.
There were no herbs, damn, he forgot to bring them.
Finally, he shook his left arm, and blood smeared on the torn sleeve. There was still a bloody smell, but the bleeding had stopped.
There is no way to clean the wounds or wash away the smell of blood. The water that can be directly obtained on Barbaros is contaminated, and drinkable water needs to be filtered in advance.
Hades realized that he was too careless. He could have brought a water bottle and herbs, but he was suddenly interrupted by the attack and only took weapons and a gas mask.
I was still careless.
This means that the next period of time will also be difficult to endure.
Hades clenched his teeth. There was no part of his body that didn't hurt. The little bit of porridge he drank for dinner was not enough for the amount of activity he had just done. His limbs felt weak and his mind was empty.
In other words, now if a poisonous toad attacks him, he will have to kneel.
He reloaded the crossbow, put it back in his arms, and walked in the cornfield with the knife in his hand, staggering step by step. He knew that there was a newly dug small grave in the cornfield nearby, and the carriage containing the dead body was also there, so he could find some cover there.
However, in reality, Barbarus never showed mercy to the weak.
A noisy sound came from a distance, and Hades quickly dived deep into the cornfield. He half-crawled, covering the wound tightly with his hands to prevent the blood from escaping.
As time went on, Hades could clearly distinguish the sounds.
The sound of footsteps, wailing, the unique roar of steam vehicles, and the clatter of tank tracks.
Fuck!!! Fuck fuck fuck!!!
It's the fucking slave-hunting team of the high-level alien lord!!!
Is Hades really going to be posted here today? ? ! !
Although those puppets cast under the lord's spell had no rationality, they could easily distinguish the bloody smell in the poison gas. Hades did not expect to avoid being discovered.
In an instant, the huge, poisonous net fell precisely on Hades' head.
Hades did not struggle. He could not break free of this thing on his own. He could only make the desperate choice of staying still for the time being and conserving his strength.
He was dragged out of the cornfield and roughly stuffed into an overcrowded boxcar.
He looked around numbly. Men, women, young and old, all were crying in despair.
There is no chance of winning, not at all. There is a huge power gap in this world full of absolute malice.
This is the world of Warhammer, weakness has always been the original sin.
He couldn't save anyone, not even himself.
Despair and exhaustion seized Hades at the same time, and he fainted.
Hades was crying like a fart whose toes had been stepped on today.
Well, some abuse, some abuse, a little abuse to please the readers. The fate of the rookie protagonist will last for a few more chapters. After all, he is still young at this time, and this is a grimdark world.
The author tries his best to strike a balance between being abused and being invincible.
Later on, after becoming a Death Guard Astartes, the male protagonist will have his unparalleled moment.
(End of this chapter)