Don't catch me, ahhhhhh?!

Chapter 2 2. Don't catch me, ah, ah, ah, ah?!

Barbarus, night, in a medium-sized village.

Hades, holding a crossbow, leaned against an earthen wall, aiming the crossbow tightly at the doorway, his whole body tense and motionless.

A rustling chuckle came from outside the door, and the wooden door panel seemed to be scratched by fingernails, with yellow-green poisonous gas constantly seeping into the room through the cracks.

Hades stared at the doorway.

A slender, grotesquely pale finger stretched in from the top of the door crack, covered in black-purple mucus.

It slowly slid down, reaching the position of the bolt. The moment the mucus touched the iron bolt, rust instantly crept onto the metal, and a half-new iron bolt was immediately covered in rust.

Hades anticipated the move, raised his crossbow, he only had one chance.

The chuckle rose again, brushing past Hades's ear.

The finger flicked downwards, and the bolt was smoothly cut open like tofu, falling to the ground with a thud, ending its working life.

A huge, grotesque human face pressed against the top of the door and stretched in, its pale eye, occupying half of its face, curiously peering into the room, searching for its toy.

In a flash, the moment the alien poked its head into the room, Hades instantly pulled the trigger of the crossbow, and the arrow flew straight towards that ridiculously large eye!

At the same time, without hesitation, Hades grabbed his dagger, holding the crossbow in one hand and the dagger in the other, and rushed towards the doorway. This type of alien, called Pale Laugher, had a body like a long-legged spider, so even if it blocked the door, Hades could run out from under its legs!

Hades had planned it out. After rushing out, he would run into the cornfield. This type of alien wasn't part of the lords' slave-catching teams, but just a type of creature that wandered in packs through the poisonous mist. They were of low intelligence, and they attacked villages simply to feed.

A typical Pale Laugher wouldn't leave its pack, and they were slow-moving, which meant that as long as Hades ran out of their sight, out of the monsters' hunting circle, he would have a chance of survival!

The grotesque smiling face didn't seem to realize Hades's resistance, and the arrow pierced straight into the monster's pupil.

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Hades ran out from under the monster's feet, using his dagger to block the wildly dancing long legs, but his left arm was still hit hard! Blood splattered!

Running out of the house, Hades saw four or five Pale Laughers wandering around the village, holding the horribly dead corpses high above their heads. He recognized Heidira, who used to play with him. Her entrails were splattered on the Pale Laugher's face, and her limbs were still twitching—

Hades felt his teeth pierce his lower lip, a trickle of blood flowed out, anger and unwillingness clenched him at the same time, his brain raced—

—the gap is too big, he can only run.

Without a moment's hesitation, adrenaline amplified his senses to the extreme, and he desperately ran towards the white cornfield outside the village, his heart pounding, the wind whistling past his ears.

The Pale Laugher was chasing after him, its insect-like pointed feet digging into the soft earth with a crunching sound.

Hades could feel its anger, the monster screamed behind him.

—Almost there!

Hades jumped into the towering cornfield, the corn leaves scraping his face painfully. He ran desperately, the poisonous mist churning around him—he was running towards a place with even thicker poisonous gas, but he had no choice!

When you are weak, you can do nothing but run!

Hades didn't know how long he ran. He kept running, running, running, the sound behind him gradually faded, and the hoarse roar was left far behind. Gradually, he could only hear the sound of the wind and the rustling of the corn leaves.

—That monster went back—

This kind of gregarious monster wouldn't run too far on its own. In the Barbarus food chain, they were also in the middle and lower layers.

He was right.

When Hades ran to the edge of the cornfield closest to the village, he stopped running.

The effect of adrenaline subsided, Hades's chest hurt. He didn't know if it was the pain of his heart pounding, or if it was caused by inhaling too much poisonous gas—or both.

His legs were shaking, and his left arm was dripping blood. Under the effect of the poisonous gas, the wound had already begun to fester.

Hades first looked around to make sure there were no monsters nearby.

He tried to tear his clothes to bandage himself. On Barbarus, bleeding was extremely dangerous, which meant you were more likely to be discovered by predators, and it also meant that poisonous gas could take your life through your wounds.

This was also why Hades decided to bandage himself first, and then look for a place to spend the night. Wandering around bleeding wasn't a good choice.

He tried a few times, and then found that his hands were almost frozen—they rigidly maintained the posture of gripping the dagger and crossbow tightly.

He had to wait a little longer, trying hard to regain control of his hands. Finally, the feeling in his hands returned. He used the dagger to cut off a piece of the hem of his long-sleeved shirt and made a simple bandage for his left arm.

No herbs, damn it, he forgot to bring them.

Finally, he shook his left arm, blood stained the torn sleeve, there was still a bloody smell, but the bleeding had stopped.

There was no way to clean the wound or wash away the bloody smell. Water that could be obtained directly on Barbarus was polluted, and drinkable water needed to be filtered in advance.

Hades realized that he was still too careless. He could have brought a water bottle and herbs, but he was interrupted by the sudden attack and only took weapons and a gas mask.

He was still careless.

This meant that the next period of time would also be difficult.

Hades gritted his teeth. Now, there wasn't a single part of his body that didn't hurt. The little bit of thin porridge he had for dinner wasn't enough for the amount of activity he had just done. His limbs were weak, and his mind was empty.

In other words, now he would have to kneel if even a poisonous toad attacked him.

He reloaded the crossbow, put it back in his arms, took the knife, and staggered through the cornfield. He knew that there was a newly dug small grave pit in the nearby cornfield, and the carriage carrying the dead bodies was also there. He could find some cover there.

However, the truth is, Barbarus never showed mercy to the weak.

Noisy sounds echoed from afar, and Hades quickly burrowed deep into the cornfield. He half-crawled, desperately pressing his hand against the wound, preventing the scent of blood from spilling out.

As time passed, Hades could clearly distinguish the sounds.

Footsteps, wails, the unique roar of steam vehicles, the clatter of tank treads.

Fuck!!! Fuck fuck fuck!!!

It's those fucking high-level alien overlords' slave-hunting parties!!!

Is Hades really going to die here today??!!

Those puppets, bewitched by the overlords, may lack intelligence, but they can easily distinguish the scent of blood in the gas. Hades didn't expect to remain undiscovered.

In an instant, a huge net, soaked in venom, accurately landed on Hades' head.

Hades didn't struggle. He couldn't break free from this thing on his own. He could only desperately choose to remain still for the moment, conserving his strength.

He was dragged out of the cornfield and roughly stuffed into a crowded truck carriage.

He numbly looked around. Men, women, old, and young, everyone was crying in despair.

No chance of winning, not a single chance. A huge power gap in this world filled with absolute malice.

This is the world of Warhammer, where weakness is always the original sin.

He can't save anyone. He can't even save himself.

Despair and exhaustion seized Hades at the same time, and he passed out.

Today, Hades is also crying like a bottom who had his toes stepped on.

Uh, a little abuse, a little abuse. A little abuse is good for the soul. The protagonist's weakling fate will last for a few more chapters. After all, he's still young at this point, and it's a grimdark world.

I'll try to balance between being abused and being unstoppable.

Later on, after becoming a Death Guard Astartes, the protagonist will have his unstoppable moments.