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Chapter 258 The Power of Flesh

Disma didn't dare to be stingy with horsepower at all, and desperately drove the horse under his crotch to run wildly, just wanting to return to the town as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the distance was not far away. Seeing the steady burning torch in the distance in the dark, the pressure in my heart was relieved by half.

back home...

"Who!" Of course the soldier on duty at night sensed the sound of the horse's hooves, and he dared to gallop at night without a torch. He was definitely a highly suspicious character.

At this time, the team on duty had already relied on the fortifications to raise their guns and planned to attack at any time.

"it's me!"

After several consecutive shouts, the soldier seemed to recognize the familiar voice, but he was still uncertain and hesitated.

And at this point, the fast horse had already arrived before the checkpoint, and Dismal reined in the horse. The brutal force made the carrot neigh painfully, which was particularly scary at night.

"Damn it! It's me, Disma, move Juma away quickly, I have an emergency."

"My lord, is your horse wrong?" Under the firelight, the men on duty confirmed that it was indeed the instructor, but the horse under his crotch was not the one they were familiar with.

There are only a few horses in the town, and the soldiers also need to learn how to take care of the horses. Among those horses, the lord's mount is the most prominent, and it was the one that Master Disma rode at that time, not the current one. .

This detail is not noticed by ordinary people, even those imperial soldiers, but Hamlet's soldiers are professional troops.

Especially after the last camouflage incident, they all received training in reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance.

As soon as this sentence was said, the soldiers who had been slightly relaxed immediately pointed their guns at Disma and questioned him.

"Who are you? Come down immediately to accept the inspection, don't resist, otherwise..."

"Fucking Tony, you don't even recognize me, do you?" Disma's violent temper almost couldn't resist raising his hand and shooting at him, but he still took out the copper plate of his ID card and threw it over, explaining He said, "There's a fucking fight ahead, I managed to grab a horse, let me get out of the way now."

"Quick! Move away."

The soldier named Tony took the ID check, and quickly followed the process to confirm before moving the rejection horse away.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, is the lord in town?"

"Just got back today."

The situation was urgent, and Disma didn't mean to waste time, so he galloped on his horse and rushed directly towards the lord's house when he got the answer.

Lance just brought the team back today. The victory in this battle directly wiped away the soldiers' fear of the wilderness, and also provoked the hostility towards the Ascension Sect.

Moreover, they added a batch of experimental subjects to Paracelsus, but unfortunately they didn't get any money...

Lance, who was working at his desk, suddenly noticed something suddenly raised his head.

Who dares to ride a horse at night in the center of the town?

But at this moment, they heard the shouts from outside, Lance's expression froze, and Disma came back!

Hastily walked out, and was walking towards Disma, that strange expression gave Lance a bad premonition.

Did the mission fail?

"No matter what happens, you just need to come back safely, and talk about things slowly."

Lance reassured him that the mission of delivering the letter was a casual move, just to draw the Ascension Sect's attention and get them out of town.

And I have the time to send troops to clean up the wilderness. To a certain extent, Disma's task of diverting the attention of the Ascension Sect has been completed.

It is normal to fail under the interception of the Ascension Sect, and it is not a loss for people to escape.

It's just that Disma didn't care about the task at all, and hurriedly explained the situation.

"Just when I came back, I met outside the town..."

After saying a few words, Lance was originally calm, but after hearing it, he flew into a rage.

"Fucking monster, dare to kill my horse!"

You must know that in this era, horses are an important production and transportation tool, and it is difficult to buy them with money, let alone which one is the best.

"My lord, shall I summon soldiers?"

"No, you stay behind, I'll go by myself." Lance hasn't lost his mind yet, half of the soldiers are on vacation now, and half are in charge of defense, so they can't move around.

And what Disma said should be a battle between extraordinary people, just as he needs to get more relevant information, the mysticism is really too tempting.

"Take a good rest, I'll go back as soon as I go." Lance raised his hand and patted Disma's shoulder, walked out and shouted.

"Wangcai, let's go!"

As soon as the words were finished, the huge body of the white wolf rushed out. It was not even a bird, so it rushed out to keep up.

I don't think so much in frequent contact, but Disma found that Wangcai has grown a lot in just seven days.

And when he realized that Lance had already ridden on a carrot and rushed out of town with Wangcai.

…………

"Oh!"

With the sound, Geralt rolled out of the body, but soon stood up again with the sword, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

I don't know how many times he was knocked down. At this time, Geralt's face was pale, and his body was covered with mud or blood. In the fierce battle, even the long hair of the ponytail was scattered, and he looked very embarrassed.

In front of him, there was a muscular monster close to three meters tall. After a moment of confrontation, the monster's transformation became deeper, except for the approximate figure, basically no human traces could be seen.

But don't underestimate the power of a wizard who has lived for an unknown amount of time. The soul of that wizard still remains, and he competes with monsters for control of that body from time to time. Otherwise, it would be difficult for them alone to struggle to this day.

But now the remaining will of the wizard has gradually disappeared, and what has taken over is madness and bloodlust.

I have been fighting all my life, but I have never faced such a terrifying monster. This is no longer human beings can...

The other two were not much better. Geralt was able to survive until now because they kept giving him buffs.

The nun is better, with the torch for power, but not much better, because she needs to go up and entangle the monster a little while Geralt is down.

In the face of the monster's inhuman power, the armor on her body was also dented, the armor on one shoulder fell off, and the hood was torn to pieces. If she hadn't reacted quickly, the big hand would have almost caught the head.

"Hurry up and think of a way, I can't last long!"

Geralt yelled, but gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

But it's not time to let the nun fall, otherwise there is really no way out.

The nun was replaced, and she cast divine spells without taking a break.

A ray of light that is particularly conspicuous in the darkness emerged, even if it was very faint.

Geralt could feel his body recover a little, and the hand holding the sword stabilized again.

Before he could breathe more, the monster charged up again.

A bitter look appeared on Geralt's face when he saw this, the fucking bastard took my horse away, or he would have run away.

At this time, it was really running out of ammunition and food. Tamara almost couldn't stand still when she cast excessive spells, and she drank a few bottles of life-saving potions.

But the battle still didn't improve at all, and even got worse.

Everything that can be used has been used, and now there is only one way to escape.

Why had no one in the team escaped before?

That's because none of them are opponents of the monsters individually, and only by working together can they barely deal with them. Once the formation is scattered, the monsters will instantly defeat them, and none of them will be able to escape.

But now, if they don't run away, they will be doomed, so they can only fight. Whether they can survive depends on their own ability to escape.

"Let's go, I will buy time for you." The nun seemed to feel the attitude of the two, and there was only unyielding perseverance on the pale face.

As a person chosen by Sheng Yan, she knows that when she embarks on this path, she will never back down, and any wavering is...

As if recalling something from the past, an indescribable... entanglement and anger appeared on the resolute face of the nun!
Immediately roared.

"Come on!"

Geralt and Tamara both looked a bit tangled, there was a difference between voluntary escape and the current situation.

There is no psychological pressure to escape by oneself, even if there is, it will be overwhelmed by survival instinct.

But if a stranger takes the initiative to stop and urge him, he will appear ashamed in front of the brilliance of others, and the instinct for survival will not even be able to suppress his face.

Or conscience, sometimes human beings are so strange.

It's just that the monsters continued to follow their instincts of killing and madness regardless of their pain and entanglement.

The nun also planned to risk her life, driven by her pious will, the power hidden in the torch was discovered, and then a terrifying spiritual wave erupted.

"The blasphemous thing! Burn in the holy flame!" The nun took the opportunity to throw the torch towards the monster, and saw that the flame expanded several times, directly forcing back the surrounding darkness, and it fell on the monster and started to ignite spontaneously.

"Ouch!"

The monster was directly engulfed by the flames and turned into a Pyroman, and a thick and painful howl came out.

This scene stunned Geralt and Tamara, why didn't you use this power earlier?
But the flame on the monster's body was extinguished in the next second, together with the torch that fell to the ground, completely devoid of spiritual fluctuations.

The flame attack caused the monster's surface to be burned, but under the action of the flesh and blood, it quickly healed, forming the disgusting waxy flesh on the surface.

In any case, the monster suffered a great deal from this injury, so the attention was naturally shifted to the nun, and she punched it whole.

The howling wind of the fist stirred up layers of air waves, which struck with unparalleled power. Under that terrifying power, the armor was almost like a leaf.

Facing the oncoming fist nun, she seemed very calm. It turned out that she had directly overdrawn the last power of the torch just now, and of course herself...

"Holy Flame, I'm ready."

It was just at this moment that Geralt rushed out from the side to save someone, but it was too late.

But for some reason, the monster's movements stopped for an instant. At the same time, the crystal ball in Tamara's hand was broken, and the last spirituality of her body was drained. The already pale face became even more terrifying, as if she would tilt her head in the next second.

Geralt seized the opportunity to raise an Alder sign, but he aimed at the nun instead of the monster.

The shock wave hit the nun's body and knocked her flying, while the monster's fist also fell and brushed past.

The nun was sent flying, and struggled to get up from the ground. Although it was uncomfortable, it was better than being smashed flat.

It's just that she looked at the two of them strangely, she thought they had escaped.

Geralt naturally felt this look, but an ugly smile appeared on his face.

"I've died once, and there's nothing to be afraid of."

He has lived for too long, and it is difficult to survive in this desperate world, but if he turned around and ran away at that time, he would probably lose his last humanity, and it would be meaningless to live like a walking dead.

Tamara couldn't even speak, not only her spirituality was overdrawn, but also her already weak vitality.

The shattered crystal ball fell from her hand, and the moment it touched the ground, it made a crisp sound and bloomed into a gorgeous but fragile crystal flower.

But in the next second, the flower withered and turned into fragments all over the place.

"Is it going to end..."

She had been running away for the first half of her life, and she didn't dare to stay anywhere for too long. She was also tired of that life of hiding, and now she could finally rest.

The monster's attack failed, and it let out a roar, trying to destroy the three annoying bugs, but only heard three gunshots in the darkness, followed by the sound of horseshoes approaching quickly.

It was late at night in the wilderness here, and the sudden change directly shocked the three of them.

But this direction, could it be the guy who ran away just now?
Before they could think about the darkness, a fast horse rushed out without slowing down, and the man on the horse jumped unexpectedly.

Raising his hand, he drew an exaggerated giant sword from the darkness and slashed at the monster's head.

The gigantic sword whistling with gale undoubtedly cut into the monster's shoulder and opened a big hole. The man stepped on the monster without stopping to pull out the giant sword, turned over and fell to the ground.

The whole movement is very smooth, showing super physique and control of the body.

Who would it be if it wasn't Lance for this exaggerated weapon?

His gaze was on the monster right now. If it hadn't subconsciously turned its head to avoid the sword just now, it would have been headshot, but the wound on the shoulder that reached the spine also caused the monster to suffer a lot. You can see the blood oozing from it. The granulation attempts to pull the wound back together.

To be honest, he didn't know this kind of thing, but the twisted flesh and blood made him instinctively vigilant.

Could it be the method of the ancestor again?

Geralt focused all his attention on that sword strike. Who was it?
It's just that before he could figure out the next situation, it was a bit difficult for him to understand. The horse that lost its rider actually trotted towards him.

Didn't he realize that it was his own carrot when he got close to Geralt?

But wasn't the radish snatched by someone just now?Why come back but another one?
He was confident that he did not admit his mistake, so why did he change every time he came and went?

As for the two nuns and Tamara who are in extremely poor condition, they can barely stand, and they can't even stand steadily. It is even more difficult for their brains to support their thinking. I came back to my senses.

Maybe because he noticed the gaze over there, Lance couldn't help but turned his head to look at the other three people, a mercenary suit, a nun suit assembled plate armor, and an alien suit, all of them were dressed in strange shapes, which also fit his ideal for superhumans. cognition, but...

"Tamara? Why are you here?"

Lance put his eyes on the woman in the alien suit. Although his face was pale and haggard, didn't Lance recognize that this person was the Roma he met on Rat Street in Totnes?
This cry made Tamara recognize who, after all, her current appearance had a lot to do with that man, and she would not be mistaken if she turned into ashes.

But she remembered that the man's powerful body was even immune to petrochemical rays at close range, maybe it was really...

"Be careful!" Tamara's face changed drastically, because in just two or three seconds, the monster had recovered and attacked Lance.

Every movement of the monster's huge body was very obvious. Although Lance turned his head back, it was impossible not to notice the killing desire that was almost condensed into substance.

Among the three, even Geralt's demon hunter physique, which had undergone various strengthening rituals, was difficult to slash against monsters.

But that doesn't mean Lance can't.

Lance turned around and swung his giant sword to touch his fist. No matter how twisted it was, as long as he didn't break away from the shackles of flesh and blood, he couldn't compare to steel.

The blade directly tore through the giant fist made of granulation, and Lance didn't step back at all.

Confronting head-on without losing the wind shows how terrifying Lance's strength is.

Both are master ranks, except that Lance is certified by the system panel, and his pure physical strength has reached this level.

"kill!"

But the monster's punch made Lance angry, and the roar was somewhat tempered.

It had nothing to do with Tamara being disabled, the real reason was that his war horse was lying on the side.

Originally, he had been under the pressure of heavy government affairs recently, and had no chance to take action when he led a team into the wilderness to clean up, but now he can finally release himself.

The giant sword erupted with terrifying power in Lance's hand. Every time the sword hit the monster, it would cause an obvious wound, directly pressing the monster.

Seeing Lance picking up the giant sword and fighting the monster back and forth, Tamara finally let go of her hanging heart.

To be so strong... and to say that he doesn't know about supernatural beings... a liar...

As soon as Tamara relaxed, she slumped on the ground. Without the sensory immunity brought about by the high tension, the consequences of overdrawing her spirituality were revealed in an instant.

She just felt like there were countless maggots crazily wriggling and gnawing on her brain. The severe pain made her have no time to think about the battle ahead, so she couldn't help but keep patting her head and moaning in pain.

The nun wasn't much better either. The backlash from detonating the torch severely injured her, but she was so ruthless that she didn't make a sound until she fell down.

Tamara's reaction caught Geralt's attention. He was in better condition than the two of them, and hurried over to drag Tamara and the nun out of the battlefield.

That's all he can do. As for entering the battlefield to assist?

Geralt set his eyes on it, he didn't know who the monster was...

Is this a power human beings can achieve?

Lance is also wantonly pouring out the power in his body. Ordinary enemies can't even hold his sword. This is an excellent target. Not only can it compete with the giant sword, but it will also resist.

In fact, Lance's power is definitely not as good as the monster transformed by the wizard, but the giant sword in his hand is specially designed to deal with this large monster. The blessing of the steel weapon is too great, and his power is continuous, which is why this weird situation.

"Mouth!"

Lance didn't want to continue entanglement, and the strength in his hands increased again, turning around and mobilizing the muscles of his whole body to slash.

The giant sword cut into the monster's waist, and the vigorous muscles tensed up to block it, but it was difficult to stay for half a minute, until it cut into the spine, it was considered slightly stuck.

But this didn't affect Lance's further actions in the slightest. He directly retreated to avoid the tentacles rolling towards him and the big hand grabbing his head, and let the giant sword be pulled. The power carried along the giant sword even dragged the monster .

The huge body lost its balance and fell like an iron tower, further revealing the wound. What can be seen in it is only a lot of diseased inhuman organs, and there are countless granulation growing on the internal organs.

Even if Lance was used to seeing those things, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, but this did not affect his further movements. A backhand sword slashed at the thick leg like a concrete pillar, which accelerated the process of falling.

Only when the monster is down can he attack the upper body. This is the helplessness caused by the huge height gap.

But now it's all over, Lance slashed directly on the monster's head with a sword.

It's not that Lance doesn't want to cut his neck, but the muscles on his neck are almost as thick as his shoulders.

If it was an ordinary long sword, it might be bounced off by the skull, but the heavy and huge sword body of [Giant Killer] directly crushed the skull, cutting off half of the head.

The moment the monster lost its head, the monster lost its response for a short time, but the granulation on its body moved by itself.

"Chu!"

Lance cursed in a low voice, and made two more sword strikes with his backhand, completely smashing that brain, but at this time he hadn't completely lost his reaction.

If Lance had heard Tamara's judgment before, he would have known the possibility of controlling this body...

【Sacrifice】

Lance doesn't play fancy things with you, if you can't kill him, then leave it to your superiors.

Without the main consciousness, the judgment passed successfully, and the power emerged from the void and directly devoured the monster's corpse.

gift...

Lance stood there blankly, feeling that the huge amount of spirituality fed back was far more than ordinary sacrifices. Only the unprovoked gift on the boat back from Totnes last time had this amount.

Sure enough, if you want to get a gift, you can only challenge and kill a more powerful monster. How much is the gift for killing the ancestor?

And the surprise didn't stop there, Lance could feel a part of the gift acting on his body, and quickly opened the panel, all he could see was one sentence.

[Deepened understanding of the power of flesh and blood... flesh and blood reconstruction +1]

Surprise!

Lance couldn't help showing a smile on his face, the one who got the upgrade turned out to be [Flesh Reconstruction].

It can be roughly felt that the use of skills consumes less spirituality and can treat more serious injuries.

It's just that he still remembers the source of [Flesh Reconstruction] clearly. It was obtained by sacrificing the old thing butler, and now he has obtained new flesh and blood power from this monster.

Doesn't that mean monsters...

　One hundred monthly tickets, plus two thousand, the contract is reached!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)