Barbaros, northern mountains, frontier wasteland.
Now.
.
The afterglow of setting sun makes the world yellow.
A dead tree in the wilderness, living alone in the wild.
The pustule hound galloped, splashing up a cloud of dust. The mist danced with the dust, making it difficult to distinguish between heaven and earth.
Herrera's eyes were filled with scarlet blood, and blood was flowing, stimulating the predator in the distance.
Raise your gun and shoot again.
The hound that was targeted suddenly bent forward, its long and thin body compressed into an incredible shape in an instant.
—The land was thrown away by heavy claws, and the soil splashed everywhere—
Dodge!!!
Herrera took a deep breath and quickly changed the bullet, which was wet with his own blood and was very slippery.
Send again!
Two shots rang out.
The hound repeated its old trick, jumping twice and dodging nimbly again, but its companion beside it fell straight to the ground and twitched—
The first bullet fired at it was just a cover, and the second bullet fired at its companion was Herrera's real purpose.
The hideous-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 avoided by the hound.
Damn it!
Helplessly, Herrera had to give up on this hound for the time being and turn his gun to aim at the two behind it.
The bullets whizzed through the fog, one after another, loyally rushing towards the fast-running hound.
The machine is ruthless, and the flesh is weak!
Two more hounds whimpered and fell down. During the high-speed movement, the sudden brakes caused them to be thrown out by inertia!
Killed two more.
There is only one hound left, but Herrera is not relaxing at all—
The very agile hound has now approached the tree where Herrera is hiding, and has even reached an extremely dangerous distance!!!
Herrera fired quickly, and the bullets rushed towards the other party densely. In an instant, the hound jumped up suddenly -
Rushing straight towards Herrera in the tree!
Herrera's eyes narrowed rapidly, but the movements of her hands did not slow down at all.
After quickly emptying the magazine, Herrera held the gun in one hand and pulled out his dagger from his waist with the other.
The pus hound bared its fangs, drooling with its sticky, smelly saliva, and rushed towards Herilla—
Herrera took a defensive posture, holding the middle of the musket with one hand, holding the gun horizontally towards the bloody mouth, and holding the dagger in the other hand, stabbing at the hound that missed its target!
With such a huge force, the hound pounced directly on Herrera who was on the branch.
The man and the dog suddenly fell from the towering branches and fell directly to the empty and solid ground.
"Hualala"
The branches are rustling and the dead wood is shaking.
"Bang!"
The dust was flying, and Herrera felt a burning pain in his back and a pain-numbing sensation in his chest.
The pustular hound, which was two meters and three meters long, pressed down on Herrera with its entire weight, and its bloody mouth rushed straight to Herrera's neck with the momentum!
"Click"
The huge difference in power caused Herrera's musket that was used to fend off the hounds to break!!!
Herrera held the stump of the musket in his hand and thrust it into the pus hound's throat—
Herrera put his entire forearm in! The stump of the musket pressed firmly into the throat of the pus-filled hound. Because the throat was pressed, the hound could not bite and could only struggle desperately.
Its limbs kicked wildly, and its extremely long sharp claws pierced Herrera's lower abdomen, with its entire hind claw deeply embedded in Herrera's flesh.
"cough!"
Herrera's other hand holding the dagger stabbed it into the pus-filled hound's abdomen. Relying on his strong willpower, Herrera began to stir the dagger, and the hound's pus-filled lungs slid out of the wound.
The man and the dog began to fight desperately, blood and flesh splattered on both sides, and they were struggling desperately! Herila felt his consciousness gradually blurred, and his eyes were bloodshot.
No! Can't die!
She had to get this document out!
Herilla took his last breath and thrust his hand inside the hound's mouth!
The stalemate was broken, and the blood of the pus hound spurted out of its mouth along with corrosive, sour and smelly gastric juice.
The vast earth is turbid yellow, and the deep black slowly climbs over this land—
Evening is approaching.
On the vast land, a dead tree stood stupidly in the fog.
The two figures under the tree gradually lost their lives.
After an unknown amount of time, the hound staggered.
"昸"
The huge corpse of the pustule hound fell to its side.
Herrera, covered in blood, was breathing weakly, with his eyes wide open, staring at the fog.
No, she had to complete the mission.
She can't die if she doesn't complete the mission!
The Death Guard are known for their tenacity.
Herrera gasped for breath and slowly regained consciousness.
- His ribs were broken, his right hand had been corroded to the bone because it had been stuck in the hound's throat, his abdomen was pierced, and his left leg was fractured.
Fortunately, there were no injuries to the abdominal organs and the intestines flowed out.
As long as we can get to the headquarters before all the blood runs out, it will be fine.
Herilla touched the documents in her arms—luckily, the documents were intact.
Herrera stuffed her intestines back in and wrapped the bandage around her abdomen. She picked up a branch from the tree as a crutch, struggled to stand up, and started on her way.
There was blood all over the ground behind him.
My consciousness began to blur, the scene in front of me turned black and white, and large blocks of noise filled my vision.
It's almost there. It's almost there.
No, why is it so far
Why is it so far
Come on, Herrera, you can do it.
You swore you would defend this place.
Herrera could no longer feel the pain, and large areas of darkness covered 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 very dark. Why is it like this
Herrera suddenly began to get scared. What if she failed to complete the task
She...she suddenly turned into the child crying helplessly again.
She is too weak. She can't do anything.
No, no, no, Herrera, you can, you can, you can!
A scarecrow stood alone in the field.
Herrera recognized it. It was a scarecrow standing in the edge of the field. Seeing it meant that they were close to human settlements.
She smiled, and Herrera felt her face barely move.
If you fall here, you will be discovered.
Even so, Herrera's numb body still walked mechanically.
She had to complete her mission. She swore to protect everyone.
well
Feel like there is someone in front of you
Herrera was unsure, her vision was blurry, with large blocks of black and white.
She's not sure.
"Herrera!!!"
"Herrera!!!"
"Herrera, hold on!!! Don't die!!!"
ah.
It's the voice of Hades.
Herrera felt herself smiling, and her cheeks felt hot. Was it tears
Finally, I fulfilled my vow.
Hades, look, I did it.
I am also a powerful Death Guard.
Herrera can protect everyone now.
And, we finally met again.
Herrera could no longer hold on. She fell down.
Here is a dying Barbaros girl.
(End of this chapter)