Our family is in decline

Barton was a little helpless when he saw this scene.

In fact, these explosive bombs are not used with smoothbore cannons, but are thrown out with short and thick mortars to cause explosions.

It's just that now all three artillery pieces are smoothbore cannons, which is why Patton can't directly shoot out the explosive shells. He can only watch Disma rush forward.

When he came back to his senses, he only saw the generals sacrificing their lives and the soldiers forgetting to die. He couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and he could only accompany him crazy.

"Hey! Bring up my sixteen-pounder!"

Amidst Patton's shouts, the exaggerated cannon appeared. This was something that he didn't even have the chance to use in training.

Barton raised his hand and placed it on it. All the data was clear in his mind. He didn't know if it would be unfamiliar if he hadn't used it for so long...

Focusing on the raging monster in the distance, he roared when he saw Disma approaching.

"Ready--launch!"

After lighting the fuse, an explosion far louder than the previous two was heard, shaking the ground. The gun moved back and a large cloud of gunpowder smoke was released from the muzzle, along with the roaring cast iron projectiles that broke through the smoke and headed towards the monster. Shoot away.

Disma seemed to hear the whistling of the shells in his ears, but he did not look back, but ran with all his strength because the fuse of the bomb in his hand was about to burn out.

The power of the sixteen-pounder cannon was fully reflected on the monster. The cast-iron shell undoubtedly penetrated the monster directly. It entered through the chest and exploded directly behind it. It was a huge gap that could be seen from hundreds of meters away.

But the monster's twisted body has no so-called weaknesses at all. He is just a ball of out-of-control spirituality, and flesh and blood is just the outside.

Soon the big hole will be filled with flesh and blood again, and at this time Disma has already rushed forward, ignoring the tentacles swinging randomly on the monster's body.

The consequence of such sacrifice was that he was whipped directly and his whole body was thrown away. Fortunately, at the last moment, he resisted by holding up his hands and stuffing the bomb into the wound.

The thick coat provided some protection, but it was still torn apart by the spikes on the tentacles, leaving scars on the body, and blood dripped in just an instant.

Not to mention how heavy the power from the tentacles was transmitted to the body. Just one blow made Disma feel his internal organs rolling.

But he still climbed up from the ground tenaciously, his eyes fixed on the wounds clinging to flesh and blood.

But what about explosions?

Why didn't it explode?

Was the fuse destroyed by flesh and blood?

"Bang!"

Before he could think about it, an explosion exploded from the inside of the monster. At this time, the monster's strong muscles formed a better confined space and amplified the power of the bomb.

It was a wound larger than a sixteen-pounder cannon, capable of drilling a person into it and almost tearing the monster apart from the middle.

The splash of flesh and blood and the shock wave directly overturned Disma, who had just stood up. He had been exhausted for a long time after fighting fiercely, and he could only hold on until now with just one breath.

Now that he saw that his task was completed, he breathed a sigh of relief and lay down unable to get up again.

"My mission is accomplished..."

But this alone could not kill the evil monster, because the flesh and blood began to recover again, and the burst gap was being filled by sprouting flesh sprouts. Although the recovery was much slower, it was indeed being reborn.

When everyone saw this scene, there was no fear or despair. A soldier dropped his weapon, picked up an explosive bomb and rushed forward without waiting for orders, shouting: "Hamlet will win!"

Others also reacted. Some soldiers ignored the instructor's orders, causing Patton to roar.

"Idiot! You didn't even light the fire."

This sound made such a tragic scene become funny. The artilleryman holding the ignition stick also realized something and rushed forward to light those people.

However, because Disma's blow severely damaged the monster, even if it recovered, it could not recover so quickly, and most of its mobility was destroyed, which reduced the risk of explosions for these soldiers.

They only need to throw the bomb far away, and a violent explosion will happen on the monster.

There were only twelve pieces in a box, so they all took it immediately. Seeing that there were no explosive bombs, the ones behind actually wanted to resist a barrel of gunpowder.

"Stop, stop, stop! The monster is dead!" Barristan and Barton tried their best to control the excited soldiers, and then approached in an organized manner. They could see that under the repeated explosions, even the flesh and blood monsters could only be turned into minced meat.

But you can still see slight squirming, but it hasn't lost its activity yet.

"No one should come in contact with them, dismantle the camp, pull out the wood, burn these monsters on the spot, and purify them completely."

Soon under the command, the camp of thatched huts was dismantled and dragged over, poured with gunpowder and ignited, and the flames engulfed the wreckage in an instant.

The cautious Barton also ordered people to shovel all the scattered meat around with tools and throw it into the fire. Those who were adherent to the monster's flesh and blood immediately washed their bodies and took off their clothes and burned them.

After calming down, almost everyone could not help but feel fear in their hearts. Then when they looked at the dead and wounded lying on the side, the grief still spread uncontrollably.

But no matter what, the monster has been killed, and everyone still breathed a sigh of relief...

Leonard was lying in a separate room with some bandages tied around his body. Next to him was the blood-stained armor, which had even been deformed to varying degrees. It took a lot of effort to remove it.

As the main force fighting monsters head-on, he was hit countless times. He didn't die. I can only say that the armor really saved his life.

But he was also seriously injured at this time, and ordinary people might not be able to survive. But the strange thing is that Leonard's injury stabilized and did not worsen. His body burst out with tenacious vitality, just like his will.

But such exaggerated injuries also amazed others.

"Evacuate...evacuate quickly..."

His body was recovering, but the first words Leonard said when he woke up showed that his consciousness had not yet left the battlefield.

However, his movements also alerted the guards who were looking after him, and they quickly informed other instructors that Leonard had woken up.

By the time Barton and others came over, Leonard had already sat up. Although his condition had not fully recovered, being able to do so proved that his injury was stable.

"How's the situation?"

Leonard looked at the people in front of him. Disma's coat was gone, and there were a lot of bleeding bandages on his body. Barristan's shield-holding left hand was also hung around his neck. I'm afraid his hands were constantly resisting monsters. It is inevitable to be injured even under attack.

"It's okay, the monster has been killed."

Disma briefly explained what happened after he fell and how to deal with the monster.

"Although I wanted to leave the corpses for the lord to study, at that time I could only burn these monsters completely. However, there were some strange things left on the monsters. This is definitely a treasure. It is very likely that it is The spiritual stuff that adults are talking about.”

As he spoke, Disma took out two boxes from the side. Opening one of them revealed a black crystal the size of a fist, which was irregular in shape and shone with a strange light.

After handing the box to Disma, he opened another box, which was a piece of meat that seemed to be unresponsive.

"I made the decision and left a piece. Your lord may have research on this. If you can find out the monster's weakness, future encounters will not be so miserable."

"We don't know the situation of the monster, but you should know the danger of corruption. How can you just take it with you?"

Leonard was frightened by Disma, a reckless man. He didn't know how terrifying the monster was, so how could he carry these two weird things with him.

Disma had no choice but to explain with a wry smile, "It is precisely because of the danger that it is not safe to put it in other places, so it must be carried with it."

Leonard had nothing to say to this and turned to ask the most troublesome question.

"What are the casualties?"

After saying this, everyone fell silent. The two of them were injured and exhausted. The only one who was not injured was Barton, but he was frowning because he had to deal with the aftermath of this incident.

"Three died and eleven were injured. The family members have not been notified yet, nor have the townspeople been informed of the situation."

Treat the wounded, comfort the soldiers, control public opinion, and rearrange defenses, not to mention how to notify the families of the deceased...

All kinds of things made it difficult for him to make decisions without the lord making the decision.

"Let's wait until the lord comes back to discuss these matters. First, place the body properly." Leonard couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. He looked outside and muttered: "I don't know when the lord will come back..."

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"Hehehe! Is the fruit about to ripen?"

Deep in the wilderness, the figure who was stirring the cauldron suddenly stopped, seemed to notice something, looked up in the direction of Hamlet, and let out a weird laugh.

But after a moment, the figure murmured strange words. "It seems that I failed. My spores still failed to control the power of the void, but the fire is enough..."

The words just fell, but they seemed to have some kind of weird power, directly awakening the countless parasites hidden in the spore forest.

No one could have imagined that there were so many people gathered here, and all kinds of strange parasites were everywhere as far as the eye could see.

A large part of them are dilapidated refugee attires. It is not known whether they wandered into the wilderness by mistake or were captured by the Ascension Cultists. However, they have been corrupted by germs and are covered with mushrooms.

There are also various wild beasts that originally lived in the wilderness, but now they are also controlled by the germs. No wonder Lance can't find a single wild beast when he enters the wilderness.

At this time, these large numbers of corrupted parasites were awakened by some strange force, and began to move in the direction of Hamlet, led by a tall and thin hunchbacked figure.

No one knows whether Hamlet, who just suffered a heavy blow, can withstand this wave of corruption...

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"This is already the third point of corruption." Lance raised his hand to sacrifice the mummy, destroying the ritual venue.

But he didn't feel relaxed at all. Instead, he frowned and looked worried.

Because as he went deeper, he saw the wilderness that was severely eroded by corruption. The yellow-covered and white-stemmed mushrooms were growing everywhere. The poison to the land caused the trees to wither, and even weeds found it difficult to survive. The entire forest was in ruins. It was filled with a light smoke-like mist of spores.

This place can be called a spore forest.

But the more troublesome problem is that when there are more mushrooms, Fegus's sense of smell becomes less sensitive. It took him so long to find three corruption rituals, which is a drop in the bucket for the entire wilderness.

If this continues, let alone finding out the enemy's conspiracy, it will become impossible to eliminate corruption.

"Everyone, let's take a rest."

Just because he can stay awake does not mean that others can, not to mention that this is not just a rush. Every corruption point is surrounded by parasite protection. If you want to destroy it, you must fight. Not to mention that there are giant spiders and traps that are ready to attack at any time.

You need to be extremely careful when walking in it. Although you are not injured, it is too mentally draining and the pressure accumulates in your heart.

Among them, Boudica was the only one who still had some energy, but it was obvious that she was surrounded by fatigue.

This team is reaching its limit.

Seeing this, Lance suddenly realized something. He seemed to be in over his head. This is the real world, not the game world. There is no need to waste time on it.

Why did he develop so hard before? Isn't it just that he can have someone from the rear who can help him to compete with his ancestor?

There are never just a few heroes behind him, but an army.

As long as enough information is collected, tactics can be designed based on this, so that ordinary people's armies can also kill these monsters.

There is no need to go deep. When the time comes, you can just cut out the isolation zone and set fire to the mountain, letting the flames purify the corruption of the wilderness.

"Take a rest and prepare to go back. We have collected enough information on this trip."

Lance made a decision. This was not to give up the mission, but to know how to use the resources on hand to allocate them rationally, so that he could exert stronger power.

No matter what your plot is, I will just send the army and set fire to the mountain. I want to see how you, the old guy, play with me?

When they heard this decision, William and the others couldn't help but relax a lot. The wilderness was really not a place for humans.

The team rested for a while, then packed up and headed back. Since there was no need for investigation and search, it was estimated that they could return in just one day.

Everyone was eager to return home, and even their pace couldn't help but speed up a bit.

But because I didn’t encounter any monsters on the way here, I relaxed my guard a little when I walked again.

Even Lance, who was last, focused most of his attention on how to get those soldiers to accept the twisted side of the world and how to mobilize them towards the wilderness.

This is a very troublesome problem. If possible, he does not want more people to be exposed to these things, but the strength of the team is still too weak. Only a united collective can become the force to defeat the ancestor.

At this moment, Boudica, who was walking at the front of the team, suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

But before she could react, a thick trunk came towards her from behind the dead tree...

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