Our family is in decline

The other soldiers didn't know what this thing was, but Barristan and the others immediately recognized that this was the true core of the cultists, the cultists with the [Seed] implanted.

These guys are believers who have been given the opportunity to "ascend". They were selected by the Ascension Sect to implant seeds and then merged with the seeds to gain inhuman power.

More powerful strength, more powerful body, more powerful recovery ability, this kind of power violates human physiological structure and does not belong to human beings.

As long as the seed is still there, even if it is fatally injured, it will not die directly, but will lose control and enter the next stage.

Just like now, he was not dead even after being hit on the head, but the serious injury still passively stimulated the power of the seed and exposed him in advance.

The face that is not completely distorted shows that he is not the deacon who was beside the cult saint before?

But now no one knows his identity, only that a monster appeared on the battlefield.

"Flesh and blood soars!"

"Sir, please grant me ascension..."

"Let me join..."

As soon as the monster appeared, it was crazily worshiped by the cultists. Even the attack stopped and turned to kneel down to the monster, or twisted its limbs. What was even more terrifying was that the cultists actually bit off their own arms and poured their flesh and blood into the monster. Rub on the monster.

In their eyes, it seemed that this was not a monster, but an angel sent by God to pick them up.

And there are still more who are chanting the words of various ascension sects as if they were given blood to launch attacks. They also want to get the opportunity to ascend.

Then they must use flesh and blood to please their gods.

Whether it's their own or their enemy's, it doesn't matter to them.

But this unspeakable scene is a huge shock to normal people who have not been distorted.

"Damn it!"

"Oh~ How can we stop it?"

"We have killed this guy before, get the bomb quickly!"

"Artillery! Artillery! Pull it out quickly!"

The defense line fluctuated due to the appearance of monsters. Some people were knocked down by the pressure, but more people resisted the pressure.

This was not the first time they encountered this kind of monster. They had fought a similar monster when they surrounded and suppressed a group of cultists at the gate of the town.

Fear is nothing more than a lack of firepower.

Barristan was not so optimistic. Neither he nor Leonard could bear it last time. Without the obstruction of the high wall, how could these soldiers be able to withstand it?

Geralt also felt the power of the monster, but he was not paying more attention to it. His eyes were swaying back and forth around it, as if he was looking for something.

Others may not be able to feel it, but Geralt is also a powerful transcendent. He can feel the evil power left in the air and understand that this is the real cause of the collapse of the high wall.

In other words, there must be a powerful spellcaster nearby. If he cannot be found, the threat he poses will be stronger than this monster.

Because even he couldn't withstand the blow that destroyed the city wall. Maybe that man could...

But now there are at least a hundred cultists stacked in the gap, and there are guys of different appearances mixed in. It is difficult to see them with the naked eye without taking action.

Not to mention that it was still in the middle of a melee, which took a lot of his attention.

But the enemy will not wait for them.

Barrett's headlock shot broke the monster's disguise in advance and prevented him from rushing into the defense line, but this did not kill it.

The gunshot damaged its brain, but under the power of the seed, a more twisted brain grew. He was not completely out of control, but the power of the seed had already taken over the body.

"ah……"

After a roar that was incomprehensible and even meaningless, the monster casually knocked away the cultists and rushed towards the defense line.

A monster more than two meters high rushed over, and its deformed and twisted appearance made the morale of the soldiers plummet.

This is not the guy they should be dealing with...

"It can't pass me!" Barristan stood up with a shield, his solid body blocking the monster's charging route, and he kept shouting to encourage the soldiers, "Listen, brothers, as long as we set up our formation, we will unrivaled!"

He had to go. In this case, if the monsters were to rush over, they would instantly break through the defense line. If the pressure exploded, they might collapse and escape before the monsters could come over, and the entire outpost would be lost.

The lord entrusted this key position to himself. This was a crucial step in the big plan and must not be missed.

At this moment, Barristan raised his shield forward, and his one eye stared at the charging monster through the edge of the shield. However, the muscles in his body relaxed, ready to meet the monster's impact.

hold fast!

But Hamlet never fights alone.

Many people noticed the appearance of the monster. After all, it was so conspicuous that it was difficult not to see it.

At the first moment, some of the musketeers fired a round of shots. The bullets entered the body but there was no movement at all. The ugly flesh and blood squeezed out the bullets and returned to normal in an instant.

"Monster! Taste the taste of bombs!" Sobre shouted and threw the bomb with the fuse in his hand almost burned out.

This bomb unexpectedly landed on the running monster's face and exploded instantly. When facing a moving target, it was able to pinpoint the time and position so accurately, as if the monster had taken the initiative to hit it. It was truly a gift!

The bomb explodes close to the face. This kind of power can directly blow up the face of an ordinary cultist. The shrapnel can turn the brain into paste, but on the monster, it only slightly interrupts the charging posture, allowing it to move slightly faster. slow down.

You can see a large amount of shrapnel stuck in the face without penetrating the skull. At the same time, with the rapid recovery, all the shrapnel was squeezed out.

The explosion angered it, and with an incomprehensible roar, it raised its hand and threw it out. The mutated bone-grown arm hit a cultist and knocked it away directly. There was no distinction between friend and foe at all.

Looking at the cultist's appearance again, the bone spurs penetrated his body, and the terrifying force dented his entire chest, and even the power of flesh and blood could not save him.

Who can withstand this...

The expression on Barristan's face became more solemn, and his palms holding the shield and weapons were sweating, but he did not waver even a step.

Even if you can’t stand it, you have to stand it. This is life!

"Lord, please witness my courage!"

Under such high pressure, a soldier suddenly roared, and the spear in his hand plunged into the face of the cultist in front of him, killing him instantly. He picked up the spear and stood firmly beside Barristan.

This sound seemed to have some kind of magic power, inexplicably awakening the soldiers. The fear was not terrible, but the terrible thing was that they were defeated.

"How could I just back down like this!"

"Hamlet must win!"

"For Hamlet!"

Those soldiers who were still demoralized just now stepped forward with their guns drawn and faced the incoming monster together...

Barrett didn't shoot along just now. He knew that the gun couldn't hurt the monster, and he had to find a better way.

He stared at the monster, observing its deformed structure, looking for the slightest opportunity.

When the explosion exploded in the monster's face, he finally found a clue.

It was those eyes, those big eyeballs that popped out from the wound where it was shot. When the monster exploded just now, the monster subconsciously turned its head and raised its hand to block it.

(Weakness observation, marking, adding critical hits)

When the target was determined, Barrett directly raised his gun and took aim. But for some reason, he felt the eyes on the monster's head looking at him at the moment of confrontation, and he instantly felt an indescribable pressure.

"Hoo~ho~" Barrett instinctively avoided his sight, but he didn't realize that his breathing was messed up. When he wanted to aim again, he didn't know why he subconsciously resisted.

At this time, the monster had gotten rid of the influence of the bomb, and raised its hand to knock a cultist away.

This scene shocked Barrett greatly, and that invincible emotion surged into his heart.

But the loud shouts of his comrades woke him up.

They were not afraid when they faced the monster, but they were overwhelmed by fear while hiding in a high place. It was simply a shame to have the title of sharpshooter on them!

The strong sense of shame dissipated the fear, and Barrett instantly raised his gun to aim. This time his hand no longer shook, and his movements were like a machine.

His eyes were firmly locked on the big eyeball on the head, and he looked directly at it.

What do you think?

The monster's movements had no effect. The last ten yards were crossed, and the bone-spurred arm was swung towards the front.

And that's when Barrett pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" Along with the sound of a gunshot, you could vaguely hear his mutter.

"forty."

No matter how weird the eyeball is, it is difficult to affect a lead bullet that has escaped from the muzzle of the gun. As for the body's attempt to retract the punch, it is too late, so it can only close its eyelids subconsciously.

Unfortunately, the bullet tore open the eyelid in an instant and shot into it. The black eyeball the size of a baby's fist exploded open, making the monster's movements inexplicable.

This is the anger of the sharpshooter!

But the fist had already been thrown out, and even if he faintly wanted to take it back, it still hit Barristan's shield.

At this moment, the relaxed muscles suddenly exerted force, and the swollen muscles even tightened the armor, and the shield in his hand faced him.

Even though he had been mentally prepared, the attack was interrupted and there was a hint of strength in the blow.

However, the power of this blow still made him groan involuntarily, and the pile of rocks under his feet began to shake, but he could only grit his teeth and bear down, causing his face to turn abnormally red.

But Barristan still blocked it. The most difficult thing was to withstand the first blow. Without the momentum of the charge, it wouldn't be so scary.

But it wasn't over yet. Barristan suppressed the smell of rust that surged into his throat. While the monster was still, he swung the monster's ankle with all his strength, causing the dazed monster to kneel down on one knee. .

"You advance immediately and drive those cultists out. I'll hold it back!" Barristan swung the Morning Star Hammer to cause as much damage as possible and destroy the monster's joints, but kept the soldiers away.

There's no way, it's not their fragile bodies that can block it, nor the spears and firearms in their hands that can cause damage.

Now we should take the opportunity to separate the monsters and cultists, and not allow them to merge.

Only in this way can we turn our forces to deal with this guy after clearing out those cultists. If it is not possible, we can lead him to the armory and light a few barrels of explosives.

But the prerequisite is that he can bear it...

Barristan looked at the monster that had suffered so many blows and nothing happened, but he could see that its head had still recovered.

Suddenly the monster seemed to wake up, and it suddenly raised its hand to grab the corpse of the cultist that fell beside it. The power of flesh and blood twisted instantly, and devoured the corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the bones were integrated into the monster's arm. superior.

The monsters that had been replenished with corpses recovered from their injuries at a faster rate, and even grew two heads. The changes further deepened, and their arms were really as thick as a human waist, and they also grew spikes that resembled fused bones.

The monster ate a man alive and then fused the body with it.

This horrifying scene caused the morale of the soldiers, which had finally been lifted up, to drop again, and they subconsciously stayed away from the monster.

"Damn it!" Balistan couldn't hold himself any longer.

You must know that the battle just now left the ground full of corpses. If it were swallowed up, the entire outpost would be destroyed, and at the same time, a terrifying monster would be born to attack Hamlet.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The big one is coming!"

A fierce and even anxious voice sounded, and the slightly short figure of Sobre rushed up from behind. He had obviously just ran out of the armory.

No wonder there was no explosion sound just now. It turns out that all the baskets were blown up and I went back to replenish the ammunition.

But this time the thing in his hand was not as simple as a bomb, but something that looked like a glass wine bottle, with a piece of linen on the cork at the mouth of the bottle.

Sobre was not talking nonsense at all. He directly used the torch in his hand to light the linen cloth on the mouth of the bottle, then raised his hand and threw it towards the monster.

Accurately, it hit the monster's head without any accident, directly smashing the glass bottle, and the liquid contained in it instantly poured all over the body.

It was filled with tar, methanol, and some random flammable materials, which instantly started the fire.

The upper body of the monster that was invincible just now was instantly enveloped in flames, and it slapped itself wildly with both hands, letting out a horrifying wail.

But Sobre did not stop, but continued to throw another one. The flowing flames swallowed it whole, black smoke came out of it, and the crazy "dancing" looked like the flickering flames in the torch.

It's just that this "flame" is a bit big.

The real power of human beings is their brains. They know how to make tools to bridge the gap and how to use tools to do what they want to do.

Monsters must also succumb to human wisdom, at least for the time being...

"Quick, quick, quick! Push forward!" Seeing this, Barristan couldn't care less. He went up and blew off a cultist's head with a hammer, and quickly organized his team to push the front forward.

The soldiers did not hesitate to carry out the order, and took the opportunity to directly pass over the monsters, push the battle line forward, and leave those guys on fire behind.

At this time, there were already a lot of supporting soldiers. When the encirclement was narrowed and the cultists were driven out, it was basically not difficult to hold the gap.

But a figure wrapped in a black robe among the cultists would not just look at him... (End of Chapter)