Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 156 The Power of Hate

The power of the Grail Knight makes the blade shine and boon, invulnerable, able to break through magic and the sturdiest things.

The sharp blade slashed at the first-generation Granset, and the vampire's fair cheeks became even paler with shock. The rhetoric and ridicule just now turned into powerless things.

knight? "Heh..." His sigh was also a mockery, and then he crossed his hands and raised his sword. The bloody light of the blade shone, and the hair on Nok's body stood on his head on the flashing horse.

Duke Merovingian's sword will definitely rely on the impact force to split the giant sword in two. At this moment, the impact force is already too strong and too fast to fight back.

The blades criss-crossed, and after a ding, the two precious swords unexpectedly broke.

Grantset couldn't believe it at first, but soon found something strange. He is a martial idiot, but not a fool.

His anger immediately accumulated in his chest and was about to come out, but the giant sword of beheading had already reached his chest.

The elegant blood king, at this moment, screamed a person's name in a heart-piercing scream. "Peter Fonti!"

The huge sword blade also forced to his body, cutting through the flesh and blood, and was about to behead him.

Nock, or knights, or rangers, or gunners, they also wondered why the Merovingian sword was cut off, but the excitement of killing the vampire made it all forgotten.

It's just that Elena is restless, her goal is the blade, she may be the few people who know the cause and effect best.

Elena got away from the team without everyone paying attention, just when even Roel was focusing on Nock's sword swing.

The elf walked through the bushes and around the battlefield, and her instinct told her that she should go inside the castle, even if it was dangerous.

Elena left, the blade was about to kill the owl's ancestors, the bat's maiming flew from a distance, very fast, and hit the battlefield with a sound of piercing through the air.

"Ding!" When he was in close contact with the giant sword, there was a shocking sound that made Nock feel weak and numb.

"Who!" He looked at the rotting bat carcass on the blade, his mind was full of questions, why not Granset?
He clutched his neck, his favorite red armor had been torn apart by the blade, he had not felt the taste of dying for many years, hundreds of years.

Blood flowed out of his trachea, and the wound healed quickly, but there were still bright red marks, and his voice became hoarse and mumbled.

"who is it…"

Wait for the two, no, the kingdom knight, the chivalrous knight, the peasant, and the musketeer all saw that thing clearly, and the Bretonnians covered their mouths, looking at the terrifying monster beyond human comprehension in amazement.

Its body is distorted, and corpses are randomly spliced ​​on it. It is disgusting and swollen. The bat hair, bones, human flesh, and a particularly large tumor on the chest make it even more disgusting.

It was 6-7 meters long, and it spoke strange words.

"For, Duke Merovingian, this is for, Duke Merovingian." It muttered again and again until it came to Granset, who looked at the giant with complicated eyes. monster.

betray?He has helped himself a lot, and he has always been loyal only to the Duke.

loyalty?If he broke his promise and changed his weapon, if Merovingian's sword was still in his hands, it would not be difficult to kill the Holy Grail Knight and everyone here.

Granset's blood wet the armor, making the black and red armor even more alluring. He had no more weapons, so he forcibly tore off a piece of skeleton from the disgusting monster's body and squeezed it sharp with his hands as a weapon. For riding a gun.

The mind with little hatred questioned him. "Varied…"

Grantsett just cursed. "This is what your father owes me!"

"Go and deal with those guys in the bushes, West, about 100 meters, if you understand!"

Then charge towards Nok!

Nock didn't dare to touch it at all. Even if it was a skeleton, its charge was strong enough to penetrate many things. The two immediately started a tug-of-war, keeping distance and pulling in.

The usually flamboyant knights didn't even dare to approach, because they knew that for Granset, they didn't even need a weapon to kill them.

The huge abomination obediently walked towards the bushes. Roel's forehead was covered with cold sweat. What the hell is this thing? Ratman technology?

"Hurry up, the whole army is ready to shoot!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

After a few replies, the best sharpshooter in Bretonnia kept shooting at the wobbly monster, but let the bullets penetrate its body.

The head, throat, eyes, heart, stomach, and the powerful penetration of lead bullets allow many bodies to pass through it, and it may not really hinder the monster.

On the contrary, it approached at a deadly speed, which was amazing. This seemingly random stitch monster was so efficient. There was armor on the body, there was mobility, and everything about the weapon was clear.

The monster held down his arm, or where it should be, removed the cracked silk thread, and threw it towards Roel.

Wow, search, the monster's head was very good, and in an instant, rotten white bones were inserted into the head of the hood, and the knight of Bretonnia fell to the ground weakly in front of the terrifying destructive force, and the bright red blood flowed out, wet the ground.

"Scatter, scatter! All scatter!" Roel, or all, individuals who have it as an enemy will feel fear.

It is not a normal creature, it must have a source of activity, Roel's calm gap, the necromancer is not around, the technology similar to the rat man, is it the dimension stone?

But where is the dimension stone?Or is it the same abomination as the Ratmen?
He couldn't hold it, he couldn't hold it for sure, the bullets roared, and the longbow continued, but the body of the abomination didn't necessarily slow down.

When it got close, a huge arm swung out, intending to kill several Bretonnian brave men, flooding the smell, death, and the constant muttering.

"For the Duke of Merovingian, for the Duke of Merovingian..." It is oppressing everyone's nerves.

The monster, the real monster infantry turned out to be so terrifying, Roel was just about to order a retreat, and he prepared smoke bombs for the ranger to cover the retreat of the knights.

But in the distance, the ranger carrying the smoke bomb was smashed to pieces by the abominable giant hand, and hung on the tree in a ball.

Roel did not expect this thing at all, he only felt that the vampire knight was the biggest difficulty.

He moved forward, and just as the others fled back, he approached the monster, holding his breath before it, feeling the source of the wind of death.

chest!

Roel's arm was aching from this terrible feeling, but he also noticed that his reflexes became better, countless times better.

Can fight!He easily dodged the attack of the abomination, its slow body is not worth mentioning to Roel today!
Before it could adjust its body, an iron bomb was thrown over it, rumbling and filled with smoke.

(End of this chapter)