Our family is in decline

When the madman fell to the ground with multiple bullets, blood spread out, staining the ground red.

He wanted to point his hand at something, but he was too weak to lift it. He just kept pumping his chest like a bellows, coughing and spitting blood foam.

When he fell, everyone thought the matter would come to an end.

But the problem was that it was the extraordinary power that was out of control, and the human body was just a carrier, or even a cage.

More importantly, the black curtain covering the sky also expanded the domain of a new god, and the corruption of flesh and blood became easier to break through the boundaries of reality.

"Danger, leave here, don't destroy the scene."

"Is there anyone injured? Send to the hospital quickly."

"..."

At this time, firelight gathered from other places. More and more police were attracted by the gunshots and quickly dispersed the crowd around them according to regulations. However, they saw countless people lying on the ground.

Some were just in a coma, while others had no reaction at all and became corpses taken away by evil magic.

Or because of the police training, they subconsciously wanted to protect the scene and treat the wounded, without the habit of repeating the shots that the army developed when dealing with cultists.

Or in most people's understanding, eight bullets in the body should be dead, right?

Until the "corpse" stood up again in the dim light, attracting the attention of the police, holding up torches, and using the light of the fire to discover the horrifying scene.

The one who stood up was not a human at all, but a deformed monster with twisted flesh and blood, with dense black eyeballs blinking constantly as if peeping at something.

However, this alone was not enough to scare everyone. What was really difficult to detect was the spiritual pollution that continued to radiate from the monster as the origin, constantly impacting everyone's will.

In the extraordinary, the monster that was born out of control because of spiritual pollution was called [Evil Fallen], so what should the monster whose flesh and blood were corrupted and soul was polluted be called now?

No one knew that the newly trained police were studying public security management and had never seen such a scene. They stood there in a daze, and only the flickering firelight seemed to show the anxiety and fear in those people's emotions.

For ordinary people, this is simply a synonym for despair, but the initiative is not in their hands.

Because the monster moved in the next second!

"Ah!"

A scream came from the darkness, and a policeman who collapsed instantly because he was too close turned around and wanted to escape, but the monster was very considerate to stop him from becoming a deserter, because he was killed in an instant with just a glance, and his flesh and blood had different degrees of mutation.

If there are really knowledgeable extraordinary people, they will know that the evil people who are usually produced by spiritual loss of control will eventually collapse physically, because they can't bear the increasingly huge power, their actions will be very slow, and their behavior is also dominated by extraordinary power.

But the outrageous thing is that the corruption of flesh and blood makes up for this very well. The stronger body can withstand greater power without collapse, which gives the monster more powerful power.

Combined with the polluted aura of the fallen and the flesh corruption of the cultists, with two great powers serving one, how could that be a small blessing?

What would happen if such a monster was thrown into Hamlet?

"Go and call for help!"

"Shoot!"

Now he couldn't care less. He shot at the monster as soon as he saw his companions being killed by the monster, but the damage caused by the bullets on its body was not painful. Instead of stopping it, it angered it.

But the police knew that they had to drag it here, otherwise it would be a massacre if the monster rushed out of the street.

"Beep beep beep!"

"Evacuate! Get out of here."

"Ah!"

The sharp whistle broke through the air, mixed with gunshots tore through the silence of the darkness, and a steady stream of police came to reinforce from other places.

Those police were like moths flying towards the flame, constantly burned by the blazing flames, but still flew towards the flames.

They are the order keepers of Hamlet, they are the loyal people of the lord, and they have the glory of the police.

There is no doubt that the negative effects of darkness are becoming more and more obvious. The burning torches rushed into the darkness, but they fell to the ground in an instant and gradually extinguished.

But more and more torches also reflected deeper darkness, and the twisted figure of the monster became stronger under the firelight.

The fear woven by countless screams enveloped everyone. Not everyone could bear the huge pressure. Even the police began to go crazy. Some people abandoned everything and turned to run away.

But there were still people who chose to stand up and stop the monster. They had to buy more time for everyone, even if they died...

But the monster would not stand and wait for them. The indiscriminate slaughter was directed at the people retreating around.

"For Hamlet!"

A policeman shouted and stood in front of ordinary people to face the terrifying monster. When he was stared at by countless eyeballs, he seemed to lose all his courage, not to mention the indescribable evil form of the monster.

He wanted to turn around and run away, but thinking of the countless ordinary people behind him, he was determined and raised the torch.

However, at this time, he saw the shadow reflected by the firelight actually swung a weapon at the monster.

He thought he had gone crazy, but it was indeed the pickaxe that pierced the monster's back directly, attracting its attention and allowing him to survive.

And an unexpected figure also emerged from the shadows, and it turned out to be the tomb robber Audrey.

You must know that the madman ran out of the hotel, and although it was not as full as when the adventurers gathered in the early stage, there were still many outsiders staying here temporarily.

Madman was the first to be driven mad by the extremely dark vision, but he was not the first to be affected.

If you really think about it, Audrey was the first person to truly come into contact with Hamlet's darkness. After returning from the extremely dark dungeon, she fell into long-term torture.

That experience had been torturing her reason. The emptiness and despair made her lose her desire for reality. She was like a rat in the gutter, and everything became meaningless.

Until the extreme darkness fell, the various noisy sounds outside, wailing, screaming, gunshots... seemed to pull her back to the place of despair in an instant, and the violent reaction almost detonated her pressure and caused heart failure.

Then he heard fierce shouting and banging on the door outside. The police who were preparing to evacuate ordinary people screamed with their throats broken, and finally broke the door and came in.

Because many people were affected by the spiritual riot and fell into coma, the police took her away without caring about so many people on their backs.

See the chaotic scene outside, the swaying firelight, and the policemen who are fighting monsters as if they are risking their lives to protect the people.

The perseverance of those policemen in despair made her calm down again, because she thought of one person, the man who brought her out of the dungeon intact.

At this moment, the shaky soul suddenly stabilized as if it had a support. Audrey didn't know why, but she knew that she was alive again.

The policeman who was carrying Audrey only felt a light touch on his back, and then the person who turned around disappeared. He suspected that he was also crazy.

But Audrey had already fought the monster. Compared to the police who were like moths to a flame, her dexterous figure could hold the enemy back without being injured.

It's just that the daggers and poison darts she threw out didn't do much damage, so they could only hold him back.

This gave Hamlet some breathing space, and the policemen began to rescue their teammates. Some were killed by evil magic and there was nothing they could do about it, but some of the injured could still be saved.

However, this window period was not too long, because Audrey's condition declined rapidly. Don't forget that she had not eaten or drank for a while, and the monster's strength was also very terrifying.

He raised his arm twisted by the deformed flesh again and let out a weird wail towards Audrey, and the violent spiritual impact rushed away, which meant that she was not a spell caster, otherwise something would have gone wrong.

Audrey quickly broke away. She had seen truly terrifying places with the lord, and the torture these days had made her even more resistant.

Just this moment of confusion caused her to lose her biggest advantage, and now the monster had rushed in front of her. If the monster caught her, she would not have much ability to resist.

Even if she wanted to avoid it, she couldn't react. At this moment, she seemed to hear something. It was the sound of chains moving, but why was she here...

Then the next second there was an explosion from the monster, which was the sound of flesh and steel colliding. Then the monster moved for a moment and then became inexplicably stiff.

Only then did Audrey see the strange man with a stooped figure wrapped in chains and rags coming out under the firelight.

The chain connected to the wrist shackles was held in his hand, and the long chain hung low to the ground. From the blood on the end, it could be seen that it was the weapon that had just drawn the monster.

Looking at the monster again, the back of the head was hit by a chain, and a large area of ​​flesh and blood was directly smashed. One can imagine the power at that time.

Now she could no longer care about so much. Audrey, who had fought against those flesh and blood monsters, immediately hit the target with her iron pickaxe, directly knocking it into the head, causing the still squirming flesh and blood to tremble.

"Find something to burn it with!"

While shouting, he pulled out his pickaxe and wanted to continue to hit the target.

But again, this guy is not a cultist, nor is he a flesh-and-blood monster. On the contrary, the two forces are in a strange balance. In fact, behind it is the confrontation between the ancestors and the out-of-control spirituality, and now they have broken it.

In an instant, a large amount of polluted spirituality was released, causing a tide to sweep around. The most intuitive thing was that the torches held by those people were extinguished in large areas, which dealt a heavy blow to everyone's souls.

Audrey reacted in advance and ran away, but was still caught up by the violent tide, and her whole body instantly withered.

The flesh and blood body dies, now the evil spirit has the upper hand, and how can the body be such an inconvenience!

The monster's flesh and blood is mutating further, and countless eyeballs are closed, but the increasingly powerful spiritual fluctuations are still spreading, and the uncontrolled power seems to swallow everything.

"Ah!" A series of wails came from the mouth of the chained man. Because he came closer, he received a lot of impact, and this hit his weak point.

The blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and there was a tearing pain from the muscles and bones of his body. But what was even more painful was that there seemed to be a voice that kept echoing in his mind. If he wanted to stop this, he would release "himself".

The chains on the body were clanking, and the unique-shaped lock became increasingly bleak amid the spiritual riot.

Until a certain moment, the man suddenly bowed, the muscles on his thin body squirmed, the blood vessels squirted, and strange power broke through from the inside out. The next second, the sour sound of the chains tearing was heard.

┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~

With a roar, the man broke free from the shackles and tore the rags, but what appeared was no longer a human, but a monster shaped like a demon from hell.

The body was much larger, and the red skin could see yellow-green blood vessels protruding like sulfur, and the strong muscles all over the body looked like lava cracks against the blood vessels.

Although there were five fingers on both hands, they were all transformed into strong and powerful claws. The feet also became arched like cattle and sheep, and also had sharp claws. No wonder he didn't wear shoes.

The most exaggerated shape was the head. It didn't look like a human at all, but a ferocious beast head like a wolf's head, full of sharp teeth.

There were also exaggerated long horns on the head. If it weren't for the branding pattern on the face, it would be hard to recognize that this monster was actually the man just now.

And this guy really didn't seem to have much rationality. Audrey, who was struggling against the power of the Fallen, was completely dumbfounded when she saw this scene.

Aren't you a teammate? Why do you look like a monster?

It's over, it's over. I can't beat one of them, and now there's another one going crazy...

I don't know what kind of power the werewolf with the shape of a purgatory demon has, but he is actually moving around in the polluted spiritual tide like nothing happened.

And he seemed to still have his rationality, his eyes were fixed on the mutated monster, and he lowered his head and charged without mercy.

Collision!

The power that the whole person exploded was so great that he easily crushed the brick and stone ground, and hit the monster hard like a dump truck, stirring up the mutation, causing the monster to fly directly and hit the building next to it with a loud noise.

In other words, the quality of Hamlet's building was okay. If it was in another place, it might have crashed through it directly.

However, things were not over yet. The violent werewolf stretched out his strong and powerful left arm to tear it, and pieces of flesh and blood splashed under his claws.

What was even more horrifying was that the werewolf actually bit the monster, completely ignoring the corruption of the flesh and blood, and used its sharp claws to tear the monster apart.

The monster that had not died after being shot countless times was torn into pieces in a short period of time, and the violent spiritual tide began to recede. The pollution dissipated, but the fury of the werewolf was still there. Its eyes seemed to be locked on Audrey who was still there.

Damn it! Why are you looking at me!

Thanks to [Enqing Cat] for the 1,000 reward