our family is gone

Chapter 209 Heroes
"What a fucking bunch of waste! You are better than a pig!" Disma found that the soldiers hadn't responded for a long time, and the pressure in his heart couldn't help rising, and he began to yell and curse. These people are really unreliable.

But the action of loading the bullet in his hand did not stop, on the contrary, it accelerated a bit.

Looking at the mutating monster in front of him, he knew that someone had to stand up, whether it was delaying the monster to give everyone more reaction time, or letting them see the power of human beings.

I will never let down the trust of the lord.

"The stinky boy is optimistic, the enemy is terrible, but Hamlet will never surrender!"

Disma yelled, and then rushed towards the monster.

Many people may be in panic and confusion, but not this person, at least not today.

This time, Disma didn't keep the bullets, but shot directly after getting a little closer, and the aiming part changed from the head to the big eyeball on the chest.

As soon as the monster stood up and pulled out his spear, his eyeballs were exploded by Disma's lead bullets within two or three seconds of birth. The pressure on everyone was relieved, and some psychologically strong soldiers reacted quickly.

But this little injury is not enough to make the monster lose its ability to move. On the contrary, it provokes it to let out an inhuman scream, which makes people shudder.

At the same time, the monster's attention was attracted to Disma, and the swollen double-faced face looked over, and he raised his hand and threw out his tentacles, revealing his furious gesture.

Facing the attacking tentacle Disma, he can only dodge. He has no armor, and once he is caught, it will be a dead end.

But there was no chance of getting close at all.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and the flying buckshot directly hit the monster. A musketeer finally overcame the fear in his heart and shot at the source of the fear.

Although the tiny wound healed instantly, it also drew the monster's attention and gave Disma a chance to attack.

When the dagger was cut out, Disma could easily cut off the enemy's head along the joints, but at this time the touch from the blade made him at a loss, as if he was cutting thick cowhide.

And his attack didn't cause too much damage, but the tentacles had already rolled towards him, and it was basically impossible to dodge at this distance.

Are you going to stop here?
His heart was beating violently, and he even felt death calling to him.

"Ah!" With a shout, Barristan charged with his shield, bursting out with great power like a raging bull.

The shield slapped on the monster's head, directly popping out many eyeballs on that face. At the same time, the huge impact knocked the monster back, and the tentacle attack that was originally stretched towards Disma was also interrupted.

"Are you all right, brother?" Barristan stopped, and then he glanced at Disma.

"It's okay, be careful, it's getting stronger and stronger."

The support of his companion pulled Disma back from the fear of death, the pressure accumulated just now dropped sharply, calmness regained his brain, and he immediately began to reload the gun.

Barristan turned his head, holding his shield in front of him, and saw that the wound on the monster's face had recovered, but that recovery was not the kind that normal people understand, but the shattered eyeball turned into black tears and slid down the face. Then more and denser eyeballs burst out from under the skin.

Leonard got up from the ground. Just now, he swung his sword against the tentacles and blocked most of the power. There is no major problem with this armor and the inner lining.

But just now when the long sword slashed on the monster, he felt that something was wrong. It's not that he hasn't cut similar monsters before, and he killed one in the clubhouse in Owendo City.

But at that time, the head was chopped off and died, and this head was blown out, and it can still change.

At the same time, the difference in strength and physical strength is a bit exaggerated. Although he could recover quickly before, he could easily break through the defense with a single strike, but now it is a bit laborious.

Not to mention that its size was at least twice as large. He was keenly aware that the monster was still mutating, and it was completely out of control. It was hard to say what was controlling this body.

I can't procrastinate any longer, something will happen...

"I'm basking in the sun!"

Leonard charged forward with a sword in his hand, and the long sword shone brightly under the sun like a spear with holy light.

Assaulted and directly inserted into the monster's body with the sharpness of the weapon, but Leonard did not have the slightest intention to stop. He drew out the long sword with his backhand and slashed towards the deformed arm of the monster. The incision was deep enough to show the bone.

The huge body of the monster moved, and a heavy attack with no technique at all swung towards Leonard.

But Leonard was never alone.

Barristan approached with his shield, swinging his mace sideways at the monster's leg.

Disma touched the back of the monster, cutting with the dagger in his hand.

The three of them fought, but it was no longer as easy as before. On the contrary, the more they slashed, the greater the damage caused, the deeper the monster's mutation, and soon it couldn't even be seen as a human, but turned into a real twisted flesh and blood made monsters.

If there is a slightly professional Transcendent among these people, he will know that the surrounding spirituality has become agitated, and this monster is undoubtedly out of control-the Evil Fallen!
During the melee, Leonard slashed with his sword, but he never thought that the monster would completely disregard the possible damage, and directly knock him out with a backhand.

The absence of the main force did not wait for the two of Barristan to react, the monster let out a strange roar, and all the eyeballs on its body closed after the sound, showing signs of fatigue.

But the effect of this explosion was also immediate, and it actually plunged the hearts of the two people who approached into fear. The suffocating pressure was detonated, turning into despair and devouring their reason.

"No~ I failed the lord's hope..."

"Oh~ we are having trouble defeating the enemy... Has the battle failed?"

As for Leonard lying on the ground, he didn't even have the strength to speak, but his breathing caused severe pain from all parts of his body, blood foamed from his mouth and nose, and his consciousness was almost blurred.

It is difficult for human beings to defeat monsters... Could it be that he is so weak after losing his lord?
Monster... What kind of havoc will Hamlet suffer?
My family, those townspeople, the plans of the lord...everything will be destroyed...

Looking up at the sunlight through the helmet, the words of the lord in Leonard's mind echoed again.

【How do you see the sun?It symbolizes light, hope, warmth, strength,...]

The sun... answer me...

Leonard tried his best to raise his hand, trying to catch the sun in the sky, but his body couldn't even hold up the strength to raise his hand, and when he stretched halfway, he couldn't help but hang down. His eyes closed slowly, and the sunlight in front of him slowly closed. disappear……

The monster wouldn't stop, the tentacles rolled forward and directly wrapped around Barristan, but at this moment, a roar sounded.

"The sun hasn't set yet, and I haven't fallen yet!"

Leonard got up from the ground, and the armor on his body was already full of damage and deformation, and there were more depressions of different sizes on his chest.

As soon as he stood up, blood spurted out with a "pop", and the blood seeped out along the gaps in the armor every time he took a step. No one knew how seriously his inner body was injured.

This is the price he pays for being the main force against monsters...

But he hasn't fallen yet, and can't!

An unprecedented force surged from the heart, as hot as the sun, warm, and of course, powerful!
Leonard rushed up again, and the fearless aura that erupted directly dispelled the fear in everyone's hearts.

"Awe the sun, monster!"

Stepping forward quickly, Leonard slashed towards the tentacles wrapping around Barristan. [Proof of the Champion] The blade of the [Champion's Evidence] was soaked in a golden light by an inexplicable force, and the originally tough tentacles were cut off by his sword. .

Before anyone else could be happy, Leonard fell to the ground as if he had completely exhausted his strength after swinging the sword, his life and death unknown.

As soon as Barristan broke free from the severed hand, the monster screamed like crazy before turning back, and the severed tentacles did not grow out of the incision.

But without waiting for a closer look at the monster, he made an indiscriminate attack, incorporating everything around him into the attack.

Disma shot to distract him, but to no avail.

Barristan held the shield to protect himself, and stood firmly in front of the fallen Leonard.

"Quick! Rescue your lord and come back!" Some soldiers no longer feared the hideous and twisted monster, rushed forward and dragged Leonard out, which also liberated Barristan.

But that frenzied monster is still invincible. After losing the enemy, it usually instinctively moves towards the densely populated army formation, wantonly spreading the fear that makes people fall into despair.

Humans are group animals, and they value teamwork.

As long as there is a team, there is a leader, and the behavior of the leader will have a profound impact on everyone.

The bravery and unyieldingness that Leonard erupted just now awakened most people, and everyone was infected by this heroism.

Similarly, people follow the crowd, which is the so-called hot-headedness.

When this atmosphere spreads among the army, it makes the overall environment inclined to confrontation. At this time, those soldiers are no longer so scared that they can't even stand firm when facing monsters as before. Instead, they burst out with firm and fearless psychology one after another.

"Hamlet is behind us, and we have nowhere to go!"

"Choose to be a hero, or choose to be a coward!"

What's more, the extreme fear directly turned into fury.

"Kill kill kill!"

They took the initiative to attack without an order from the instructor. The musketeers fired freely according to the training. Everyone pulled to their limit, reloading and shooting tirelessly.

At the same time, the pikemen lined up and erected their spears, intending to use the human shield wall to block the monster's footsteps.

The dozen or so cavalry assembled by Hamlet put their weapons in front of them, ready to launch a death charge.

But Barristan still retained his rationality. He knew that it would be useless to fill in all these people. On the contrary, it would make the monster stronger.

"Retreat! Retreat! Go back and evacuate..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud noise suddenly covered the confusion.

"Oh!"

Barristan turned to look, and saw a hole in the monster's body.

Looking back, I realized that the artillery unit had finally arrived!

"Reload! Quick!" Patton roared and directed the artillery to reload, his eyes swept across the battle situation, and he stayed on Leonard who was lying down for a while.

There was a shortage of horses in the town, and these Totnes-built cannons were heavier than each other. They were originally deployed at the port to guard against pirates, but it took a lot of effort to transfer them.

Not to mention the messy logistics of ammunition, which is why he was slow to come.

But this weird battle situation made him a little difficult to understand...

Why are the commanders able to sacrifice their lives to lead the way?
Why are those soldiers able to stand firm knowing that there is a dead end?

Barton has always had a regret in his heart. He doesn't know whether the original failure was his fault or someone else's fault. If his companions were these people, would it be able to change the result?

Barton's gaze finally locked on the monster, so why not change the present?
Thinking of this, he immediately aimed the [-]-pounder gun that had been loaded earlier at the monster.

"Shoot!" Relying on the gun just now, he has found the shooting angle. He is too familiar with these artillery, so he grabbed the ignition stick and ignited it directly.

There was a sound of explosion, and the larger cast iron projectile roared out under the impetus of gunpowder, and hit the monster's head directly, blasting the entire distorted head like hitting a watermelon.

Patton's skills were perfectly interpreted. He was able to become a captain not because of his status or other flattery, but because of his strength.

But the monster didn't fall down, and the twisted flesh didn't stop wriggling.

"No, it's useless to start with the head." Disma backed out, rushed to Barton and shouted: "Hit the chest, give me a chance, I'm going to stuff the bomb in and blow it up."

After saying that, Disma searched among the shells, and directly locked on the explosive shell.

To deal with this kind of unkillable monster, we can only learn from the old lord's method and explode it from the inside.

Disma doesn't believe that it can be recovered after being blown into pieces!

Barristan assembled the soldiers and re-established a position relying on the artillery. When he rushed over and saw Disma's movements, he had guessed something.

"No, let me do this, I have a shield and armor protection, the aftermath of the explosion can't hurt me."

"Brother, I have observed that the wounds on the monster's body will heal soon. I am the only one who is suitable for this kind of thing. And the army needs someone to lead it. I can't do these things."

Disma graciously refused, but the soldiers at the side stood up.

"My lord told me to come, I can run fast."

"I come!"

"..."

Those soldiers rushed out, they knew the danger of this task, but they did not care about their own safety.

Disma glanced at these recruits who were estimated to be fifteen or sixteen years old, grinned and cursed:

"Damn it! Just you brats who want to be heroes? It's not that simple, go back and practice for a few more years."

Most of these recruits have families, and it doesn't matter if he dies alone, and Hamlet is related to the lord's grand plan, so there must be no loss.

Disma didn't give himself any room for regret, he took out a bomb and ignited it, picked it up and rushed up.

When those soldiers saw the figure rushing towards the monster, they unknowingly clenched the weapons in their hands. Whether it was Instructor Renard or Instructor Disma just now, both told them, what is a hero!
　Thanks to Brother Fu [Gaga Ya] for the reward of 1500.

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