Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 44 The Twisted Man
Roel's fear ran up his spine, and he quickly walked down, hoping to find the terrifying undead.

But when he encountered the scary thing on the stairs in the middle of the lighthouse, Roel raised his gun and looked at his former "friend" in horror.

At this moment, the back of his body was completely scorched by black gunpowder until it was stained with blood. It was pitch black and ugly, and his limbs were twisted like broken toys, dangling and shaking.

How can he still be alive?it may be because…

At this moment, his magic sword was inserted into his chest, and the black flames burned his body. The astonishing wind of death swelled in this crazy night, and the power of the eight winds drove the poor man's body.

He's pretty much out of his mind, just murmuring creepy whispers.

"Village, civilization, love, village, civilization, love."

"Civilization, civilization..."

His bitter experience in the swamp had completely ruined the fate of this man, and his experience of leaving civilization made him want his own house, his own life, and his own work more than anyone else.

But such an experience provides him with something that others don't, such as desire, honesty, and reliability, and also provides a lot of jealousy.

Roel raised his gun. At this moment, he couldn't defend himself against shooting. The violent gunpowder fired, and the light of black powder shone on the narrow winding staircase.

"bump"

"bump"

"bump"

"bump"

Silent, speechless, only thunderous wailing echoed in the lighthouse, and Eustabe changed from being powerful, arrogant, and stupid before, and became more, more pure, just like a chaotic egg.

People who embrace evil power will always end up like this in the Warhammer world, but even if a gun shot smashes his limbs, the black flames will instantly fill up, turning into arms, legs and feet, dragging the body crookedly towards Roel came.

At this moment, Eustabe is only jealous, extremely jealous, why the man in front of him can become a hero, why he can be recognized by the villagers, and why he can expect the gift of the nobles.

Why is he obviously not weak, even more serious, but he is the one who can be a servant and the one who can be loved.

The speed at which Roel fired the projectile also slowed down. He began to hesitate, and he began to understand the desire of the undead in front of him. Under the madness and hideousness, it was his struggle to survive and kill the adventurer in Le Angoulang .

He was just an ordinary person struggling to live in Bretonnia, and it was the madness of Bretonnia and Musilon that drove him crazy.

But such hesitation is fleeting, the world of Warhammer does not need the Holy Mother, sympathy is reserved for the dead, the immobile dead!

The speed of reloading the bullets suddenly became faster again, and every time it was fired, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the body of the poor man in front of him, making him stagger and stop him.

It's like Roel said to him with a weapon again, don't climb, go to rest, go to the cemetery...

But Eustabe never listened to persuasion. When he was constantly climbing and being attacked, the dark magic sword completely fit him, and he turned into a twisted form like a bat wolf. , abnormally elongated fangs and cheeks.

The twisted desire made him complete one of the terrible mutations of the vampire, and the magic sword gave him the energy to support the change. A terrible black bat wolf monster reappeared in the lighthouse. The walls were destroyed by a huge force.

"Oh my god, Tal!" Roel knew the Bat Wolf, this is a monster unit, he can't solve it alone!

Even though Eustabe was already hysterical, his overwhelmed body still had the strength to tear him apart...

Presumably no one will survive this lighthouse?
The tough hair began to effectively resist the onslaught of shooting. The projectile seemed to hit something round and was constantly cut. Even if Roel took out the bomb, it just made it twist his cheek in pain.

Although this huge body was constantly overflowing with blood, it was by no means strong enough to be resisted by manpower. Roel was so desperate that he could only follow his instinct and use his hands and feet to climb up.

But Bat Wolf's speed was even more perverted, and he followed him very quickly, catching up with him. The smell of blood carried an uncomfortable stench, and Bat Wolf's huge sharp claws were raised high, and they slapped Roel's back fiercely.

The huge claw marks scratched Roel's carefully prepared clothes, knocked him down the stairs, slammed onto the middle compartment of the lighthouse, and fell on the corpse of the monk whose eyeball had been poached.

"Cough...cough cough!" Roel spat out a mouthful of blood, and his head was congested. If it wasn't for the defense of the chain mail, he might have died.

At this moment, the monster jumped directly from the top, trying to crush him to death.

Roel immediately got up, used the gun as a crutch, and ran to the grocery store on the other side, but the small lighthouse, even if it changed rooms, it was only a matter of two steps, so what if it was delayed for a moment?

But instinct let him in, let him run, let him live!
He got into the utility room, and the sound and panting of the bat wolf's huge body fell to the ground also came from outside. That twisted and terrifying body could fly, and it could also see that Roel hid in the room.

It squeezed everything, crashed the room frantically against its small door, and then it stopped suddenly, showing a painful expression.

Only now did Roel realize that in front of him were the newly ordered statues of Moore!

Tar!Moore!
Roel immediately raised his rifle, and inserted something with a bayonet into the monster's twisted head. Under the triple power of the Moore statue, skill bonus, and elf dagger, the simple homemade bayonet successfully sank into the monster's head.

There was a huge scream and a scream-like roar. Roel just closed his eyes and stirred the weapon in his hand.

After the monster trembled, it collapsed on the ground and lost its vitality.

【Blood battle narrowly won】

[Gain feature upgrade, undead nemesis, increase attack power against undead by five]

[Gain feature upgrade, Lone Wolf, stay in the vampire-contaminated area for two rounds, increase movement speed by 5.00%]

[Defeat the hero, the "undead" Estabe (bat wolf), and get the battle flag, which has the effect of scaring all the undead within the range. 】

Listening to the sound of the system, Roel limped down the lighthouse while holding onto the blood-stained gun barrel, intending to check on Elena's situation immediately.

He pressed against the elf's chest nervously, and confirmed for a long time. Although it was weak, it might be because of being covered by the monk's corpse, or the elf's body was light, or Estabe resisted the power of the gunpowder explosion. No matter what, she …not dead!

(End of this chapter)