Our family is in decline

I can dodge the black gun but I can't dodge the bright sword.

Facing Geralt's long sword, the Saint had only two choices at this time, either to give up the evil spell that was about to be completed, or to resist forcefully and bet that he couldn't kill her.

But she actually has another choice, which is to use her own death to drag everyone to hell.

At this moment she smiled, and she must have made a decision.

I didn't expect that the final sacrifice would be myself...

Geralt immediately became alert when he saw the strange look on her face and the unavoidable look on her face.

Don't forget that he is a master demon hunter who has lived for who knows how many years. Although he doesn't understand her magic, he can still detect something strange from her reaction.

At the same time, he captured the key point at that moment, and the edge of the long sword in his hand suddenly changed, from slashing at her head to swinging to another key position.

"No!"

Following the saint's strange scream, her arm that had melted together with the weird staff was cut off at the root and flew up.

The saint didn't care about the pain of the broken arm, and immediately tried to snatch it back, but Geralt couldn't watch, so he just went up and kicked it away.

None of them could feel pain, so they could make her react like this. Geralt knew that he had guessed correctly. The real key to the evil spell was the strange staff.

But before Geralt could breathe a sigh of relief, the eyeball on the staff did not stop. It was still opening slowly, and one could see that the arm full of flesh and blood shrank into a mummy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Geralt swung his long sword and wanted to slash at him, but at this moment, a breath that made him tremble was released. He felt the threat of death for the first time in a long time, and without any hesitation, he gave up the attack and ran away.

How quickly did Geralt explode?

That is completely beyond the limits of human beings, and even the naked eye may not be able to follow his figure.

But the naked eye could see that the fallen corpses around the staff instantly turned into mummies as if their vitality had been drained, and the blood-stained earth turned pale.

A Jedi with the staff as the center and a radius of ten yards was directly formed.

If Geralt had reacted a little slower, he might have been trapped.

But this is just the beginning. After plundering enough power, the eyeballs are fully opened...

"Run!"

Geralt shouted loudly, and he could feel that the power behind him did not weaken, but continued to expand. Who knows what will happen, but it is definitely not a good thing.

The soldiers were a little confused when they saw this scene. They were at least fifty yards away from the staff. They couldn't even see the eyeballs on the staff, and they didn't have extraordinary perception. Naturally, it was difficult for them to be equal to Geralt. feelings.

Looking at Geralt rushing back, with the defense line they had finally regained under their feet, they didn't know what to do.

"Retreat! Hurry!" Barristan stood up, but he chose to retreat.

Others don't know Geralt's strength, but he knows a little about it from the lord.

Even if he didn't know it clearly, the way he dared to fight alone among the cultists to find the spell caster just now was enough to show how powerful he was.

And now that even such people have escaped, Barristan doesn't dare to gamble.

His recklessness had already cost him enough, and at this time he chose to trust his companions.

The military orders were like mountains, and without much hesitation, the soldiers gave up the positions they had finally won and retracted inwards.

On the contrary, the cultists had no command in the first place. The deacons and saints were silent and they were like headless flies.

But at this time, the secret technique had been completed, and a powerful force was released to sweep across the entire battlefield.

The out-of-control sorcery does not distinguish between friend and foe, but the structure of these cultists is different from that of normal people. The sorcery with the same origin as them did not cause harm to them, but directly caused them to fall into rage.

On the other hand, the people on Hamlet's side inexplicably felt the terrifying aura of despair surge into their brains, swallowing up their courage and strength, and the strong emotions almost made them lose control.

"I can't stand it!"

"I don't want to die here!"

"Oh~ I feel my flesh and blood melting..."

Under the influence of the evil magic, panic spread among the crowd. You must know that Geralt's warning kept them away from the scope of the evil magic. They were only affected by the edge.

If we hadn't distanced ourselves in time, I'm afraid more people would have collapsed.

But under the filter of magic, the brilliance of humanity will always burst out.

"I will not give in to you!"

"We will win!"

"My heart is extremely firm, don't try to break me!"

Some soldiers were not defeated by fear. They faced their fears and emerged with greater strength.

The mind is fragile, but it can also explode with power beyond imagination.

The soldiers who had already been exploded once were able to resist it more easily. After all, they had just faced the pressure brought by the monster's charge, so naturally they would not back down like this.

Barrett on the broken wall also felt a strange movement, and couldn't help but take a long breath to calm down the restlessness in his heart.

I don't know if it was due to the decline of adrenaline or some other reason, but I felt that my condition was not as good as before.

But looking at the violent cultists below, they couldn't care less and quickly continued shooting.

Are raging cultists scary?

That must be true, but the retreat just now bought them some time, and Barristan reorganized the team despite the influence of evil magic.

Soon a musketeer team was pulled up, and three rows of musketeers opened fire at the gap.

No matter how many cultists rush in, they will be shot. Even if they don't die, they will fall on the way to the charge.

Even if some are able to rush over, Barrett's precise shooting is waiting.

Geralt and Barristan are not dead either.

Slowly, the battle situation stabilized, and all that was needed was to numbly shoot, reload, and shoot. The cultists were like wheat, falling one after another. Until the soldier raised his gun, he found that there was no enemy in front of him. .

All that was left was a pile of corpses...

At this time, their numb nerves were stunned for a while before they reacted.

"We won? We won!"

"Great!"

"..."

In an instant, cheers resounded throughout the outpost, and everyone's low morale was swept away.

They held, these nightmarish creatures could be brought down, they could be defeated!

Today Hamlet's soldiers use facts to prove that the army can win when fighting these monsters, of course, the premise is to overcome the inner fear.

During this battle, they faced more than one desperate situation that was enough to make people collapse, but someone always stood up.

They are worthy of the name of Hamlet, and their courage and strength will settle in their hearts after this battle, making them more tenacious and capable of erupting with more powerful power when needed.

But before that they need to bear the tragic consequences of the war.

"Quick, quick, quick! Medic."

"Help me, he's still alive."

"Be careful, you can kill them by cutting off their heads."

The remaining soldiers quickly jumped into the rescue, providing battlefield first aid to their injured comrades, and quickly finding ways to clear the rubble and rescue the people buried inside.

Part of it is to clean up the battlefield and deal the final blow to the cultists.

Geralt raised his sword and chopped off the head of a cultist. When he came to the place where the staff landed, he could see that the eyeball on the staff with a withered hand had been closed again.

But a certain area around it turned directly into a dead land, as if all the vitality had been drained away, and the fertile land stained with flesh and blood had turned into caked sand, which could break into pieces when pinched.

As for the surrounding corpses, they had all turned into mummies, but he did not find the corpse of the spellcaster nearby, nor among the violent cultists. It was obvious that he ran away taking advantage of the commotion just now, which made him a little bit disturbed.

The most terrifying time for those spell casters is when they are hiding, let alone such a powerful one. Letting her escape this time will only cause more trouble in the future.

But now the army is weak, and even he himself is tired from the continuous battles, and he is really unable to launch a search and pursuit.

It can only be this way……

Looking at the strange staff on the ground, Geralt's face was full of solemn expression.

He didn't dare to touch this kind of thing. The methods of the cult were very weird. No one knew there was any curse or magic on it.

But it was even more dangerous to put it here. Geralt could only pick up a black robe and use his long sword to pick up the staff with the arm, put it in, wrap it up, and take it away.

On the other side, Barristan and the others looked solemn as they faced a ball of charcoal.

"It's actually still alive..."

"Four Molotov cocktails have been used. Even the stone should be burned to ashes."

"This is really too..."

It was obvious from their words that this thing was the mutated monster. Before it could start killing people when it rushed in, it was turned into a torch by several Molotov cocktails.

As the battle line advanced, no one paid attention to it. When the battle subsided, when I looked back, I saw that the thing had turned into a charred black ball of flesh half the height of a man, completely unrecognizable.

It seems that even extraordinary power must succumb to the laws of physics.

But just now someone poked a spear in and found that blood was still flowing out, and the flesh and blood was squirming.

"what to do?"

"Keep burning it, I don't believe it can't be burned to death!"

"Split it and burn it."

Barristan fell silent while listening to those people's words.

He knew that the lord and the doctors had been studying how to deal with those cultists, and he heard that some results had been achieved.

I'm afraid this thing can further advance research...

"Find a box, put it in and seal it, and wait until the lord makes a decision."

When Barristan spoke, the others had no objections and just carried out the task.

Soon the two items together with the staff turned into two wooden boxes.

Barristan was worried that ordinary soldiers would be affected, so he specially asked two extraordinary people, Geralt and Junia, to take care of it.

"We can only hold on and hope that the lord can solve the problem quickly."

Barristan couldn't help but look up at the smoke column that had burned out and dissipated in the wind, and the worry in his heart had not diminished by half.

And in the wild jungle outside the outpost, a figure staggered and fled into it. At this moment, she finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground. Who is she if she is not a saint?

It's just that I lost a finger last time, and this time I lost an arm. More importantly, the staff was...

Looking back at the outpost, her eyes were full of hatred and she was mumbling through gritted teeth.

"I will definitely come back!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked into the wilderness, for fear that the guy would lead someone to catch up with him.

…………

With the continuous development of the wilderness, distribution centers gradually began to appear in key places for material transportation, thus evolving into several camps.

Compared to the town where you can get money from work, have places to relax, and enjoy the warmth of family, life here is much harder.

Every day, manpower is used to turn this land that has been abandoned for countless years and eroded by nature into cultivated land again.

They are also reclaiming land, but they are not even as good as those farms. At least the farms have sufficient supplies of materials and are not so dangerous.

Here, in addition to working, eating and sleeping every day, they also have to face some corrupted and polluted places. The curses or traps left in them are very dangerous to them.

There are also some corrupted monsters hidden inside, or cultists who don't know how to bypass the outpost and run over.

Especially in the early stages of development, many people died here, but the news was covered up.

But even so, these people did not resist or make trouble.

Because they are sinners, they all committed crimes and came to the labor farm for reform. When the farm was burned down, they were transferred here to take charge of the most difficult tasks.

Not to mention that although this place is not very good, at least it can be full and have some meat. As long as you work, you can be full. This condition is enough to show the kindness of the lord.

There will be no beating, scolding or bullying for no reason. Good behavior can even reduce the sentence. Some people have already had their sentences reduced by performing meritorious services.

And I heard that at the end of this month, the lord will pardon some outstanding people...

There are also some soldiers stationed here. Their military camp is in a corner of the camp. They are not responsible for managing the camp, nor will they get involved without reason, because the camp itself has a corresponding management system, and they will only take action when it is important.

Even the task given to them by the lord is not to protect the safety of those people, but to maintain order and suppress all rebellions.

This shows that unlike other farms, Lance doesn't care at all and has even been wary of these people.

Because this is the northern wilderness, it is one step further away from the influence of the ancestors, and one step further away from Lance's control.

To be honest, Lance would not be surprised no matter how outrageous things happened here, because this is Hamlet.

So what's needed here isn't ridiculous kindness, but a punch.

A punch that can crush those monsters to death!

There is a curfew in the camp here at night, and there are only some managers patrolling the camp with torches.

They are not just the sheriffs responsible for public security in the town, but here they are equivalent to prison guards, who have to manage the serfs.

Most of these managers were promoted from these prisoners because of their outstanding performance. They have experienced it themselves and have clear rules. They only need to act according to the rules.

Anyway, nothing has happened in such a long time, I believe tonight will be a good night...