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Chapter 732: Giant Monster’s Stomach (2)

Everyone reacted to the charging Templar.

Alhazred held up the skull candlestick and started the ritual. The curse of weakness fell upon the monster, directly suppressing its powerful strength.

Everyone in the legion raised their shields and rushed forward. The shields coordinated with each other to form a tortoise shell formation and forcibly blocked the monster's charge.

Bigby swung a chain and hit the monster's head. The chain clanged as the force was transferred, and the next second it hit the monster's helmet with a whistling sound.

The helmet was instantly twisted by the loud bang of the metal collision, and even though it was covering the entire head, it was buzzing.

The monster's powerful vitality allowed it to quickly break free from the dizziness, but this momentary pause was very fatal in this kind of battle.

Alhazred used a [Weakness Spell] to further weaken its resistance, and the Legion had already drawn its broadswords and rushed forward to chop it down.

The monster did resist, but it was weakened by Alhazred's two rituals. Its weakness made its counterattack seem weak.

The giant pincers would be blocked by the big shield, and the poison needles would have difficulty penetrating. The overflowing toxins would have no effect on the legion.

The defensive power provided by its armor was also weakened, and its flesh was easily torn apart by swords and knives, while the leader of the legion even stabbed a sword into the flesh of its chest and abdomen.

They had also heard from the lord that this was the most powerful part of the monster, but it was also its weakness.

This also angered the monster, and when it was about to move, Bigby threw another chain at it, abruptly interrupting its movement.

Although he only knows this one trick, it's enough as long as it works well.

Now even Alhazred came forward, drew out the sacrificial dagger and stabbed it several times. The burst of power made the monster even weaker, and it was soon hacked to death by everyone.

Although this battle was not as easy as the previous ones, it could still be described as quick and efficient.

The support, defense, control, and output are coordinated too well, even a strong one like the Sanctuary can only fall.

"The first move of the Holy Temples I encountered before was definitely [Revelation], but why did this one come directly at me?"

Lance also stepped forward and found a very interesting situation.

There was no eyeball in the monster's split chest and abdomen, but a mass of flesh and blood.

Lance probably understood that those temple guarding the altar were chosen by the ancestor gods, and these ones did not have this ability.

After explaining, he took back the Burning Amulet. Lance didn't want to show off this thing that came from the church and carried the power of a saint. The fewer people who knew about it, the better.

When he turned around and called the guards, he found that they were not idle either. They had cut out a large amount of flesh and blood. The flowing blood even gathered into a stream, which was so exaggerated.

The Temple couldn't stop it, let alone the antibodies, hydras, and flesh hounds, until they encountered a completely new monster.

An exaggerated giant tumor blocked the passage, or rather, it grew in the passage, because it grew together with the flesh and blood tissues on the walls and the ground above and below.

The main body is a twisted piece of flesh and blood, which is covered with irregular holes and looks like it is festering.

There is a very conspicuous huge single eye on the front, and it is not black, but has a vertical pupil like a monster or beast, revealing a little consciousness.

Below the one eye is a big mouth full of sharp teeth, which can probably swallow a person in one bite.

The tentacles around it were short and thick instead of long and slender, swaying freely like the cilia of bacteria and viruses.

Beyond the front are black eyeballs of varying sizes growing randomly. The big ones are as big as a human head, while the small ones are just like ordinary eyeballs. They are embedded in the holes in the flesh and blood, looking extremely strange.

Macrophages!

Removing antibodies from this giant monster's body will of course result in the same physiological response to invaders, except that the macrophages are much more powerful.

Next to the macrophage is a white blood cell stalk that is similar to an antibody. The difference between the two is the color. One is purple-black, while the white blood cell stalk is a pink flesh color.

Almost as soon as they met, the macrophage's huge single eye stared at the legion in the front.

Gaze with fear!

The arrival of evil power immediately weakened the legion. Their special physiques were not afraid of the corruption of flesh and blood, but their souls might not be so strong.

"Kill the little one first!"

Now Lance had to get involved in the battle. He didn’t remember much else, but he had a very clear impression of some things that tortured him.

The macrophages may seem powerful, but they are still flesh and blood after all, and they can be killed with a little effort.

But the white blood cell stalk is different. Its abilities are mostly to assist macrophages or interfere with the enemy.

Although it looks harmless, its most disgusting thing is that it has a teleportation skill that can randomly teleport the enemy to other locations and away from the current battlefield.

That means the team will be divided, and will also lose direction and supplies, and fall into a longer battle.

The reason why Lance is so deeply moved is that he has experienced the feeling of despair, so regardless of anything else, he must die!

When the Legion was controlled, Bigby immediately rushed forward and threw out the chain to control the macrophage.

Alhazred also raised his hand and summoned scarlet tentacles to whip the white blood cell handle. Although the flesh was torn, it was not completely killed.

Seeing this, Lance threw out a Molotov cocktail, then raised his hand and fired a shot. Immediately, a ball of fire fell on it, and one could even hear a scream from the white blood cell's open mouth.

But this did not satisfy Lance. He raised his hand and blessed the legion to wake it up, then summoned it.

"Firing team assemble!"

As soon as Lance gave the order, ten guards ran out immediately.

Lance took out some specially made large firearms from the showroom. They were twice the caliber of ordinary muskets, and the barrels were specially thickened, which meant they could be loaded with more gunpowder and larger bullets.

This configuration also makes it difficult for one person to operate, and usually requires a team of two or three people, and a stand must be lifted up to assist in aiming.

Hamlet raises his gun, which is a very barbaric design, revealing a feeling of "being strong enough to fly bricks".

Ordinary muskets had little effect on these flesh and blood monsters, and cannons could not be deployed in a crowded and narrow environment. When Lance returned, he asked the workshop to expedite the production of a few of these enlarged rifles to give it a try.

Because of the showroom's ample logistics, these guns have iron racks and do not require people to carry them.

When those people were operating their guns, the macrophages quickly recovered from their dizziness, and when they sensed the death of the white blood cell handle, they immediately used their ability to summon it.

Then you can see another white blood cell stalk growing out of the bloody and fleshy ground.

However, the guns in the first round were all loaded and only needed to be set up. Now the exposed white blood cell stalks became the primary target.

With a loud bang, the white blood cell handle that had just emerged was instantly destroyed, and the flesh and blood exploded in an exaggerated manner. This was the power of a large caliber. However, the guard who fired the gun was also shaken by the powerful recoil and almost fell back. If it were an ordinary person, his shoulder would probably be shattered.

This is the power of a gun, and there are four of these things on display.

"Bigby, come back and don't get too close. The legion will form a defensive formation." Lance was unwilling to take risks, fearing that something might go wrong, so he decided to choose a safer way.

"Reserve one shot to target the small one, and use the rest to shoot the big one."

As soon as Lance gave the order, three shots landed directly on the macrophage. Its huge body made it an excellent target.

The round lead bullets don't have great penetrating power, but they release all their kinetic energy. They are easily deformed upon impact, making it easier to tear flesh and blood, and a few bloody holes appear in an instant.

But this is not a game. The macrophage did not die. This is its home ground, and it has endless flesh and blood as its support.

regeneration!

The ligaments connecting the flesh and blood surged with powerful force, and the torn flesh and blood filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and one could feel that the power of the macrophages was becoming stronger and stronger.

But it was still wasting energy summoning the white blood cell handle, which gave Lance time to operate.

"Step aside!"

With a shout, Lance pushed out a cannon without wasting time because the fuse had already been lit.

"Oh!"

When the war machine roared, even raising a gun seemed like a child's toy in comparison.

This was no small fight, as shells larger than fists whizzed into the flesh and blood of the macrophage, causing its entire body to deform and then explode from the back.

These people couldn't see it. They only saw that the moment the explosion sounded, a big hole burst open on the macrophage's body, and a large amount of rotten flesh and blood splashed out like a jet.

Through!

The huge tumor, which could not be hugged by two or three people, suddenly had a hole that could be seen from the back.

At this time, the summoned white blood cells had just been generated from the flesh and blood, but they were killed in the next second by a gun, and no one even noticed.

"Kill it!"

Gun smoke is a stimulant for men. Lance blew the horn of attack. Now we can't give it time to recover. A war of attrition is not good for our side.

The ten members of the legion who had been waiting for a long time also stepped forward, and ten sharp swords cut the flesh and blood ties connecting the bottom, turning it into a hanging tumor.

Lance rushed forward and jumped directly onto the monster's head. His sharp wolf fangs cut through the tissue that connected the macrophages to the surrounding flesh like a spider web with one stroke.

The huge tumor that was originally hung up fell down immediately, and the flesh waves rolled with a dull sound. Under the pressure, the wound spurted out blood mixed with minced meat.

Lance, who was standing on top, was not splashed with water, but he could not wait to insert the wolf's fang into the one-eyed creature and then launch the sacrifice.

The void swallows everything, and nothing can escape.

When the shot is fired, the macrophage has already lost.

That's the magic of steel and gunpowder!
The gift of spirituality told Lance that the battle was over, and the team that had been advancing all the way finally had a short break to rest.

Lance still paid attention to the combination of work and rest. He asked the guards to stop harvesting, and then he went up with the legion.

Lance is a Scoia'tael player. Seeing the flesh and blood is like seeing money on the street. It would be really uncomfortable if he didn't pick it up.

All mine, all mine...

The teams advanced alternately, and basically when they arrived at one place, the Legion would go up to clean up the enemies and rest while the guards harvested the crops. Then, in turn, Lance and the Legion would harvest the crops while the guards rested.

The legion is the most useful worker, even more useful than the personal guards.

They fight and they harvest, tirelessly, like machines.

Bigby's special physique gave him a strong recovery ability. He could recover his energy without much rest, so he went forward to cut those flesh and blood. Lance didn't mind blessing him and helping him fight against the other guy.

People like Paracelsus work day and night for research and stay up late every day to do experiments. Lance also has to frequently help her eliminate hidden diseases and bless her with strength. He is really afraid that she will suddenly die.

That's why Lance thinks Bigby has great potential for research. He can be said to be a natural worker. Maybe coexisting with that thing may not be a bad thing.

So the only one who rested regularly was Alhazred, and he still focused a lot of his energy on meditation...

No matter what Lance was thinking, the team did not stop. They kept going back and forth, eating away at the flesh dungeon bit by bit. Basically, all the flesh that was easy to cut was sacrificed wherever they passed, leaving only a bloody and cruel scene.

It's even hard to tell who is the cultist...

Another battle, in which the monster active in the room full of flesh and blood was easily killed with a crushing posture.

"Sir, a package was found."

Following the personal guard, Lance took out a familiar package and opened it directly, finding a large number of gold coins from it.

Suddenly his expression paused, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face, and he took out a uniquely shaped dip pen.

It looks like a knot of dry fingers, simple but exuding a strange aura.

"Ah! How could there be such powerful extraordinary equipment here?"

Even Alhazred was startled by this thing and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Nothing is impossible in Hamlet."

Lance handed him the dip pen with a smile, but the scholar didn't dare to touch something of unknown origin just like that. He had already suffered a loss once.

Seeing him waving his hand to refuse, Lance did not force him. This thing was useless even if the spellcaster took it. It was equipment for melee warriors and it increased strength significantly.

Bigby was a little curious, or perhaps it could be said that people who do research are very curious, but Lance felt that he was not a warrior, and the chain was his real body.

Lance put away the dip pen, then took out the map and marked it. He always had the habit of drawing maps, from the time he came in, the first floor, the second floor, to now the third floor.

It is only with a map that you can determine your location, so that you don't run away without knowing which way to go.

It is also because of the accurate map that we discovered some interesting things...

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