Warning, these few chapters are a knife! If you can't stand it, please jump directly to Chapter 29. The author really doesn't know how to change these few chapters, so readers who can't stand it should jump quickly.
I have warned you three times! I tried my best (_).
Barbaros.
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Herrera is an ordinary Babarus woman.
The first half of her life was a microcosm of hundreds of millions of ordinary Babarus girls.
Herilla was born in an unnamed village close to the Nakre territory. Ever since she could remember, her world was made up of dim poisonous gas and endless fear.
She stayed ignorantly in the room filled with yellow earth blocks, waiting anxiously for her parents to return.
When her mother came back, she would touch her cheeks with her cracked hands, smile at her, and then turn around to cook porridge.
When she was a little older, she would hold her sister's hand, walk on the muddy road in the village, one step deep and one step shallow, stand at the entrance of the village, look into the distance, and wait for her parents to come home from farming.
In the distance are high mountains shrouded in poisonous gas, with the blurry mountaintops hidden in the shadows of fog. My parents once said that the true master of this planet lives there.
Herilla was still young at that time, and she didn't understand why the lords could resist the poisonous gas that was deadly.
When she was tall enough to pick up a hoe, her parents took her to cultivate their own fields. She picked up the hoe and dug up the bitter soil one by one.
Her sister stood at the entrance of the village, continuing to look at her and her parents, waiting for their return.
The village alarm bell rang, night was approaching, and she ran back to her home with her parents, feeling a little scared and excited.
Her life was lost in the day-to-day farming and in the minute-to-minute breathing of poisonous gases.
She once walked boldly and curiously towards the end of the field, where the thick poisonous gas was like a real wall, imprisoning the humans inside.
Herrera raised one hand and carefully touched the poisonous gas that seemed to have life with her fingertips, which gently corroded her fingertips. Herrera exclaimed and quickly pulled out her fingers, leaving pale corrosion marks on them.
Herrera didn't understand, is there really life on top of that high mountain, on that mountain where the poisonous gas is tens of thousands times thicker and more intense than here
But she knew it that night.
When the gray night falls, the muddy yellow air slowly climbs up the city wall—
The puppets of the slave-hunting team broke through the indestructible wall in Herrera's eyes like tearing paper. Those creatures that completely violated the laws of physics, those monsters that were forcibly brought to life by witchcraft, just stood at the door, staring at her and her family with their sewn eyes.
The puppet, which was about two meters and five centimeters tall, seemed to be randomly sewn together with corpse parts. The coarse black linen rope was roughly exposed to the air, and the end of the knot was soaked into the skin. Pus and yellow blood cells overflowed from the flesh and blood. The liquid climbed up the knot and formed a yellow scab in the air.
It pressed its bloated body against the door, its cloudy eyes staring at Herrera with malice.
Her parents were almost fainting from fear, but they still held her and her sister tightly, trembling all over.
But it didn't work.
She was taken out of her warm and vulnerable nest like a chick, evaluated, and then put down again—
She was too thin and weak, and did not meet the lord's standard of strong experimental material.
My parents and sister were picked up one by one for evaluation, my father was put down, and my sister was also put down.
Mom was caught.
Mom stared at Herrera in despair and collapse. She was completely defeated. Her tired eyes were now filled with tears. Mom looked at them, as if she hoped that they would continue to live well, and as if she hoped that they would come to save her.
However, Herrera, her father, and her sister were completely overwhelmed by fear.
There is no hope.
Threatened with death, the mother began to struggle violently in the puppet's hands. She waved her limbs wildly, hitting the giant hand that was holding her in vain.
As if seeing something interesting, the puppet twisted its ugly face to reveal a weird and cruel smile.
Its other hand, which was covered in slime, reached out easily and casually, and directly twisted off the limbs of the bottom layer one by one.
Blood, minced meat, red blood, white bone spurs poked out, those small red dots fell in the black darkness, and instantly turned gray and deteriorated under the touch of the mist.
Mom is screaming.
Twitching.
Herrera fainted.
When she woke up, there were only three people in their house.
Life must go on.
After that, Herrera took the farm tools and followed her father out to farm in the early morning, and then ran back home every evening as the bells rang.
The walls of the village that she had thought would protect them were useless, and the village was as dangerous as the wilderness, but she would still run back with the people when the bell rang.
I'm used to it.
She returned home, touched her sister's face with her cracked hands, smiled at her, and then went to cook porridge and dinner.
Her mother has not yet taught her how to cook, and her father is just a vague and silent silhouette in her life.
The first time she cooked the porridge, it boiled over and scalded her hands.
It's okay.
She will die.
I will die like my mother.
It’s okay, everyone is like this.
It really doesn't matter.
When the evening screams began again, Herrera hugged her sister tightly and huddled in a closet at home.
Her father had gone mad when the screams started.
Perhaps recalling the tragic scene before Mom's death, Dad collapsed. This gray-haired man in his twenties opened the door and ran out like crazy.
He wanted to escape, but that would only lead to his death.
Herrera wanted to save her father, but she couldn't.
Only death.
It doesn't matter, everyone is going to die.
She hugged her sister.
But Herilla wanted her sister to live a little longer. She wanted her sister to go through the poisonous fog and see the world outside the village, even if it was a barren and desolate land.
Herrera patted her sister's head gently. Her sister's hair, like hers, was dull and messy due to the corrosion of the poisonous gas.
"Shh, sister is going to find dad, you stay here and don't move."
The sister was crying and she was pulling Herilla.
"Don't go, okay, let's go together, sister."
Herilla pulled her sister's hand away.
"Be obedient and live well."
Then Herrera started running, and she didn't look back.
She began to run, her calves shaking, her heart pounding, her lungs cramping - she was dying.
She ran down the road as fast as she could, and the pus-filled hounds that were tearing at her father's body saw her. Her father's flesh and blood, mixed with the hounds' saliva, dripped from her skin-covered lips.
Those fangs were pointed at her.
Herrera wanted to scream, wanted to shout something, wanted to tell them that she was not afraid of death.
But she was completely gripped by fear, which slowly crushed her bones and tore her flesh.
She couldn't control herself anymore. She stopped, trembling all over, unable to take another step.
No, I am brave. I will use my own life to exchange for my sister's life.
I am brave.
Herrera thought desperately, but as if piercing through all her courage and pride, the hounds drooled and raised their heads towards—
Run towards their house.
No!!!
Her sister!!! Lysa!!! No!!!
Herrera wanted to run, she wanted to save her sister, she wanted to save her sister!!!
She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her mother. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister. She wants to save her sister.
She can't save anyone.
She had lost everything she could rely on, she had no reason to live anymore, her life was a meaningless dark mess, she had never done anything, she had never accomplished anything, she just lived and then died meaninglessly and worthlessly.
It's okay, Herrera, everyone will die.
It's okay.
Tears and snot covered her face. Herrera felt herself collapse and she had gone crazy. She knelt down in despair, clasping her face tightly with her hands. Her hands and tears blocked her vision.
Nothing is of any use anymore.
She no longer cares about it.
Come eat me, come tear me apart.
I am a useless piece of shit who doesn't even have the courage to protect my sister.
She is tired.
She gave up.
However, she did not hear her sister's screams.
The sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood rang out, the pus-filled hound whimpered and barked miserably, and a muffled sound was heard—
Herrera was no longer able to comprehend all this; she just followed her inertia and continued to cry out in despair.
"Don't cry."
A hand reached out, gently took her hand away, and carefully wiped the tears and snot from her face.
"Your sister is not dead, go and comfort her."
"Don't cry, you two. We have killed the hounds."
Herrera couldn't stop sobbing because of her intense crying.
She raised her head.
The young man held his sobbing sister in one hand, his face hidden by a gas mask, but he was smiling.
He was facing the light, and the white light outlined his figure.
The man squatted down, holding the sickle in his other hand.
"You were very brave just now, sacrificing yourself to attract the attention of those hounds, right?"
"Brave girl, join us and protect your family together."
"By the way, my name is Hades, and I'm a Death Guard."
This is the story before Herrera joined the Death Guard.
This is also the story of Herrera’s renewed hope.
Put a Babarus girl here.
The QQ group number was added in the introduction.
I received a round of recommendation messages!!! Oh oh oh! Great!
ヾ() is too easy to provoke
(End of this chapter)