Our family is in decline

"What a bunch of fucking trash! I might as well raise a pig if I raise you!" Disma noticed that the soldiers did not respond for a long time. The pressure in his heart could not help but rise, and he began to yell and curse. These people are really unreliable.

But the loading movement of his hand did not stop. On the contrary, it accelerated a bit.

Looking at the mutated monster in front of him, he knew that someone had to step forward, whether it was to delay the monster to give everyone more time to react, or to let them see the power of humans.

I will never betray the Lord's trust.

"Watch out, brat, the enemy is formidable, but Hamlet will never give in!"

Disma yelled, then rushed towards the monster without sacrificing his life.

Many people may be plunged into panic and confusion, but not this person, at least not today.

This time Disma did not save the bullets, but fired directly after getting a little closer, and the aiming point changed from the big eyeball on the chest.

The monster here just stood up and drew out his spear, and his eyeballs were exploded by Disma's lead bullets within two or three seconds of being born. The pressure on everyone was relieved, and some mentally strong soldiers quickly reacted.

But this injury is not enough to make the monster incapacitated. Instead, it is enraged and screams inhumanly, making people shudder when hearing it.

At the same time, the monster's attention was drawn to Disma. The enlarged double-faced face looked over, raised its hand and threw out its tentacles, showing its furious attitude.

Disma could only dodge in the face of the incoming tentacles. He had no armor, and if he was caught, it would be a dead end.

But there was no chance to get close at all.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and the flying lead bullets directly hit the monster. A musketeer finally overcame the fear in his heart and shot at the source of the fear.

Although the minor wound healed instantly, it also drew the monster's attention, giving Disma the opportunity to attack.

With the dagger cut out, Disma could easily cut off the enemy's head along the joints, but the touch from the blade made him at a loss what to do, as if he was cutting thick cowhide.

His attack didn't cause much damage, but the tentacles had already rolled towards him. It was almost impossible to dodge at this distance.

Are you going to stop here?

His heart was beating violently, and he even felt death calling to him.

"Ah!" A loud shout rang out, and Barristan charged with his shield, bursting out with huge power like a furious bull.

The shield slapped the monster on the head and directly squeezed out many eyeballs on the face. At the same time, the huge impact knocked the monster back, and the tentacle attack that originally extended towards Disma was also interrupted.

"Brother, are you okay?" Barristan stopped and glanced at Disma.

"It's okay, be careful, it's getting stronger."

The support from his companions brought Disma back from the fear of death. The pressure that had just accumulated was reduced drastically. Calmness regained his mind and he immediately started loading the gun.

Barristan turned around, holding his shield in front, and saw that the wounds on the monster's face had recovered, but that kind of recovery was not what normal people would understand, but the broken eyeballs turned into black tears sliding down the face, Then more and denser eyeballs burst out from under the skin.

Leonard got up from the ground. He had blocked most of the tentacle's power by swinging his sword, and there was no big problem with the armor and lining buffer.

But when the long sword slashed at the monster, he immediately felt something was wrong. It was not that he had not chopped down similar monsters before. He had killed one in the clubhouse in Owendo City.

But at that time, the head was cut off and he died, but this head exploded and it was still mutated.

At the same time, the gap in strength and physical strength is a bit exaggerated. Although he could recover quickly in the past, he could easily break through the defense with one sword blow, but now it is a bit laborious.

Not to mention that it was at least twice as big. He was keenly aware that the monster was still mutating and was completely out of control. It was even hard to say what was controlling this body.

We can't delay it any longer, something is going to happen...

"I'm bathing in the sun!"

Leonard charged forward with his sword, the sword shining brightly in the sun like a spear with holy light.

The sudden attack used the sharpness of the weapon to penetrate directly into the monster's body, but Leonard had no intention of stopping. He drew out the long sword with his backhand and slashed towards the monster's deformed arm. The incision was so deep that the bones were visible.

The monster's huge body moved, and it swiped at Leonard with a heavy attack without any technical skills.

But Leonard was never alone.

Barristanti came closer with his shield and swung his mace from the side to hit the monster's leg.

Disma reached behind the monster and cut with the dagger in his hand.

The three of them fought, but it was no longer as easy as before. On the contrary, the more they cut, the greater the damage caused, and the deeper the monster mutated. Soon, it could not even be seen as a human form, but turned into a real twisted flesh. become a monster.

If there was a more professional transcendent among these people, they would know that the surrounding spirituality has become restless, and this monster is undoubtedly out of control - the Evil Fallen!

In the melee, Leonard slashed with his sword, but he never thought that the monster completely ignored the possible damage and knocked him away with a backhand.

The main force was missing. Before Barristan and the two could react, the monster let out a weird roar. After this sound, all the eyeballs on its body actually closed with signs of fatigue.

But the effect of this explosion was immediate, and it actually caused the two people who were close to fall into fear. The suffocating pressure was detonated, turning into despair and swallowing their sanity.

"No~ I failed the lord's hope..."

"Oh~ It's difficult for us to defeat the enemy...Did the battle fail?"

As for Leonard, who was lying on the ground, he didn't even have the strength to speak. Just breathing caused severe pain throughout his body, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose. His consciousness was close to blurred.

It is difficult for human strength to defeat monsters... Could it be that after losing the Lord, he is so fragile?

Monster... what kind of disaster will Hamlet suffer?

My family, the townspeople, the Lord's plan... everything will be destroyed...

Looking up at the sunlight shining through his helmet, the lord's words echoed in Leonard's mind again.

[How do you look at the sun? Symbolizing light, hope, warmth, strength,...]

Sun...answer me...

Leonard tried his best to raise his hand, trying to catch the sun in the sky, but his body couldn't even support the strength of raising his hand. He was unable to hang it down halfway. His eyes slowly closed, and the sunlight in front of him also slowly disappear……

The monster would not stop. The tentacles moved forward and directly wrapped around Barristan. But at this moment, a roar sounded.

"The sun hasn't set yet, and I haven't fallen yet!"

Leonard got up from the ground, and the armor on his body was already full of damage and deformation, and there were dents of various sizes on his chest.

Just when he stood up, blood spurted out with a pop. Every step he took, the blood seeped out along the gaps in his armor. No one knew how seriously injured his body was inside.

This is the price he pays for being the main force against monsters...

But he has not fallen yet, and he cannot fall!

An unprecedented power emerged from the heart, as hot and warm as the sun, and of course, powerful!

Leonard rushed up again, and the fearless momentum he unleashed directly dispelled the fear in everyone's hearts.

"Fear the sun, monster!"

Quickly moving forward, Leonard slashed at the tentacle that wrapped around Barristan. The [Champion's Certificate] sword was soaked with inexplicable power and glowed golden. The originally tough tentacle was cut off by his sword. .

Before anyone else could be happy, Leonard seemed to have completely exhausted all his strength and fell to the ground after swinging the sword, his life or death unknown.

As soon as Barristan broke free from the severed hand, before he could turn around, the monster roared like crazy. The severed tentacle did not grow out of the cut.

But before even looking at the monster, he attacks indiscriminately, including everything around him in the attack.

Disma fired in an attempt to distract him, but to no avail.

Barristan held up his shield to protect himself, pressing against the fallen Leonard.

"Quick! Go rescue the Lord!" Some soldiers were no longer afraid of the ferocious and twisted monster, and rushed forward to drag Leonard out, which also freed Barristan.

However, the frantic monster is still invincible. After losing the enemy, it will instinctively move towards the densely populated military formations, spreading the fear that makes people fall into despair.

Humans are group animals and value teamwork.

As long as there is a team, there is a leader, and the leader's behavior will have a profound impact on everyone.

The bravery and perseverance that Leonard just burst out awakened most of the people, and everyone was infected by this heroic spirit.

Similarly, people all follow the crowd, which is the so-called hot-headedness.

When this kind of atmosphere spreads among the army, it makes the overall environment tend to be confrontational. At this time, the soldiers are no longer so scared to stand still when facing the monsters as before, but instead burst out with determination and fearlessness one after another.

"Behind us is Hamlet, we have no way out!"

"Choose to be a hero or a coward!"

What's more, the fear is so extreme that it directly turns into rage.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

They took the initiative to attack without the instructor's orders. The musketeers fired freely as they were trained. Everyone stretched to their own limit, tirelessly reloading and shooting quickly.

At the same time, the spearmen lined up and raised their spears, intending to block the monster's progress with a wall of human shields.

The dozen cavalrymen assembled by Hamlet placed their weapons in front of them, ready to launch a death charge.

But Barristan still retains his rationality. He knows that filling in all these people is useless. On the contrary, it will make the monster stronger.

"Retreat! Retreat! Go back and evacuate..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud noise suddenly covered the chaos.

"Bang!"

Barristan turned around and saw a hole directly appearing in the monster.

Looking back, I realized that the artillery unit had finally arrived!

"Load! Hurry!" Patton roared and directed the artillery to reload. His eyes swept over the battle situation and paused for a moment on Leonard who was lying down.

There was a severe shortage of horses in the town, and each of these Totnes-made cannons was heavier than the last. They were originally deployed at the port to guard against pirates, but it took a lot of effort to transfer them here.

Not to mention the messy logistical issues such as ammunition, which was why he was so late.

But this strange battle situation makes it a little difficult for him to understand...

Why are a few commanders willing to sacrifice their lives and take the lead?

Why were those soldiers able to stand firm despite knowing they were facing a dead end?

Barton has always had a regret in his heart. He didn't know whether the original failure was due to him or others. If his companions were these people at the time, would it have been able to change the result?

Barton's eyes finally locked on the monster, so why not change the present?

Thinking of this, he immediately aimed the twelve-pounder cannon at the monster.

"Shoot!" He had already found the shooting angle with the previous shot. He was so familiar with these artillery pieces that he grabbed the ignition stick and ignited it directly.

There was an explosion, and the cast-iron projectile, which was larger than before, roared out driven by gunpowder, and hit the monster's head directly, exploding the entire twisted head like a watermelon.

Patton's skills are the most perfect interpretation. His ability to become a captain did not depend on his status or other flattery, but solely on his strength.

But the monster didn't fall down, and its twisted flesh didn't stop squirming.

"No, hitting the head is useless." Disma retreated, rushed to Patton and shouted: "Hit the chest, give me a chance, I will put the bomb in and blow it up."

After Disma said that, his eyes searched among the shells and locked directly on the explosive bomb.

To deal with this kind of unbeatable monster, we can only learn from the lord's method and explode it from the inside.

Disma didn't believe it could be recovered after being blown to pieces!

Barristan gathered his soldiers and reorganized their positions with artillery. When he came over and saw Disma's movements, he already guessed what was going on.

"No, let me do this. I am protected by a shield and armor. The aftermath of the explosion cannot hurt me."

"Brother, I have observed that the wounds on monsters will heal quickly. I am the only one suitable for doing this kind of thing here. Moreover, the army needs someone to lead it, and I can't do these things."

Disma refused coolly, but the soldiers on the side stepped forward.

"Sir, let me come. I can run fast."

"I come!"

"..."

Those soldiers came out eagerly. They knew the danger of this task, but they did it regardless of their own safety.

Disma glanced at these recruits, who were probably only fifteen or sixteen years old, grinned and cursed:

"Damn it! Do you guys want to be heroes? It's not that simple. Just go back and practice for a few more years."

Most of these recruits have families, and it doesn't matter if he dies as a single man, and Hamlet is related to the lord's big plan, so he must not lose anything.

Disma didn't give himself any room for regret. He took out a bomb and lit it directly, then picked it up and rushed forward.

When those soldiers saw the figure rushing towards the monster, they unknowingly clenched the weapons in their hands. Whether it was Instructor Leonard or Instructor Disma just now, both told them what it means to be a hero!

Thanks to Brother Fu [Jia Jia Ya] for the 1,500 reward.

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