our family is gone

The other soldiers didn't know what it was, but Barristan and the others immediately recognized that it was the real core of those cultists, the cultists who implanted the [Seed].

These guys are believers who have obtained the opportunity to "ascension", and were selected by the ascension sect to implant seeds and then fuse with the seeds to obtain inhuman power.

Stronger power, stronger body, and stronger recovery ability violate the physiological structure of human beings and do not belong to human beings.

As long as the seed is still there, even if it is fatally injured, it will not die directly, but will go out of control and transfer to the next stage.

Just like now, the head was injured and he didn't die, but the serious injury still passively stimulated the power of the seed to expose him in advance.

Doesn't that undistorted face show that he is the deacon who was with the cult saint before?
It's just that no one knows his identity now, only that a monster has appeared on the battlefield.

"Flesh soars!"

"My lord, please grant me Ascension..."

"Let me join..."

As soon as the monster appeared, it was crazily worshiped by those cultists. Even the attack stopped and turned their heads to bow to the monster, or twisted their limbs. What was even more frightening was that the cultists bit their own arms and sent their flesh and blood to the monster. Rubbing on the monster.

In their eyes, it seemed that this was not a monster, but an angel sent by God to pick them up.

And there are even more who chanted the words of various ascension sects to attack as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they also wanted to get the opportunity to ascend.

Then it is necessary to use flesh and blood to please their gods.

Whether it's their own or the enemy's, it doesn't matter to them.

But this unspeakable scene is a great shock to those normal people who have not been distorted.

"Damn!"

"Oh~ how can we stop it?"

"We killed this kind of guy, get the bomb!"

"Cannon! Cannon! Pull it out!"

The line of defense fluctuated due to the appearance of monsters. Some people were knocked down by the pressure, but more people resisted the pressure.

This is not the first time they have encountered this kind of monster. They had fought a similar monster when they surrounded and suppressed a group of cultists at the gate of the town.

Fear is nothing but lack of firepower.

Barristan was not so optimistic. Last time he and Leonard couldn't carry it. How could these soldiers be able to resist without the barrier of the high wall?

Geralt also felt the power of the monster, but he didn't pay more attention to it, his eyes flicked back and forth around it, as if looking for something.

Others may not feel it, but Geralt is also a powerful transcendent, he can feel the evil force left in the air, and understands that this is the real reason for the collapse of the high wall.

In other words, there must be a powerful spellcaster nearby. If it cannot be found, the threat it poses will be stronger than this monster.

Because even he couldn't bear the blow that broke the city wall, maybe that man could...

But now there are at least a hundred cultists stacked in the gap, and there are guys of different shapes mixed in it. It's hard to see with the naked eye if you don't shoot.

Not to mention that it was still in the melee, which involved a lot of his attention.

But the enemy will not wait for them.

Barrett shot through the head and broke the monster's camouflage ahead of time, preventing him from rushing into the line of defense, but it didn't kill it.

The gunshot damaged its brain, but a more distorted brain grew under the power of the seed. He has not completely lost control, but the power of the seed has taken over the body.

"what……"

After an incomprehensible or even meaningless roar, the monster casually knocked away the cultists and rushed towards the defense line.

A monster more than two meters tall rushed over, and the deformed and twisted appearance caused the soldiers' morale to plummet.

This is not the guy they should be dealing with...

"It can't pass my level!" Barristan stood up with a shield, his solid body blocked the monster's charge route, and he kept shouting to encourage the soldiers, "Listen, brothers, as long as we set up our formation, we will unrivaled!"

He had to go. In this case, if the monster rushed over, it would break through the line of defense in an instant. If the pressure exploded, they might collapse and escape before the monster came over, and the entire outpost would be lost.

The lord handed over this key position to himself. This is a key step in the grand plan, and there must be no mistakes.

At this moment, Barristan raised his shield forward, his one eye fixedly stared at the charging monster through the edge of the shield, but his muscles relaxed, ready to receive the monster's impact.

hold fast!

But Hamlet never fights alone.

Many people have noticed the appearance of the monster. After all, it is so conspicuous that it is difficult not to see it.

At the first moment, some musketeers fired a round of shots, but there was no movement at all when the bullets shot into the body, and those ugly flesh and blood squeezed out the bullets and recovered in an instant.

"Monster! Taste the taste of the bomb!" Sobrey yelled and threw the bomb whose fuse was almost burnt in his hand.

The bomb actually exploded when it precisely landed on the face of the running monster. When facing a moving target, it was able to pinpoint the time and position so precisely, as if the monster had voluntarily bumped into it. It really is a talent!

The bomb exploded close to the face. This kind of power can directly blow up the face of ordinary cultists, and the injection of shrapnel can turn the brain into paste. slow down.

It can be seen that a large number of shrapnel got stuck on the face and did not penetrate the skull, and at the same time, all the shrapnel were squeezed out with the rapid recovery.

The explosion enraged it. With an incomprehensible roar, it raised its hand and threw it out. The mutated bone-grown arm hit a cultist and sent him flying, making no distinction between friend and foe.

Looking at the appearance of the cultist again, the bone spurs penetrated his body, and the terrifying force sunken his entire chest cavity, even the strength of flesh and blood could not save him.

This...who can resist...

The expression on Barristan's face became even more solemn, and the palms of his hands holding the shield and weapon were sweating, but he did not waver a single step.

If you can't stand it, you have to stand it, this is life!

"My lord, please witness my courage!"

Under such high pressure, a soldier suddenly roared, and thrust the spear in his hand into the face of the cultist in front of him to instantly kill him. He picked up the spear and stood firmly beside Barristan.

This sound seemed to have some kind of magical power, which inexplicably awakened those soldiers. The fear was not terrible, but the terrible thing was that they were defeated.

"How could I back down like this!"

"Hamlet must win!"

"For Hamlet!"

Those soldiers whose morale was low just now stepped forward one after another, facing the attacking monster together...

Barrett didn't shoot along with him just now. He knew that the monster couldn't be hurt by the gun, so he had to find a better way.

He fixed his eyes on the monster to observe its deformed structure, looking for the slightest chance.

He finally found a clue of the situation when the explosion exploded in the monster's face.

It was the eyes, the big eyeballs that protruded from the wound where he shot. When the monster exploded just now, the monster subconsciously turned his head and raised his hand to block it.

(Weakness observation, marking, plus crit)
When the target was determined, Barrett raised his gun and aimed directly, but he didn't know why the moment he met him, he felt the eyes on the monster's head looking at him, and there was an indescribable pressure in an instant.

"Huh~huh~" Barrett instinctively avoided his sight, but he didn't realize that his breathing was messed up. When he wanted to aim again, he didn't know why he subconsciously resisted.

At this time, the monster had already got rid of the influence of the bomb, and raised its hand to knock out a cultist.

This scene gave Barrett a great shock, and that invincible emotion welled up in his heart.

But the loud cry of his comrades woke him up.

They were not afraid to face the monster, but they were overwhelmed by fear while hiding in a high place. It was a shame to have the title of sharpshooter on themselves!

The strong sense of shame dispelled the fear, and Barrett raised his gun to aim in an instant. This time, his hand no longer trembled, and the movement was like a machine.

His eyes were firmly locked on the big eyeballs on that head, and he looked directly at it.

What are you doing!

The monster's movement didn't affect it, the last ten yards or so was crossed, and it swung its bony arm towards the battle line.

And at this moment Barrett pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" Accompanied by a gunshot, he could vaguely hear his murmuring.

"forty."

No matter how weird the eyeball is, it is difficult to affect a lead bullet that escaped from the muzzle of the gun. As for the body trying to retract the fist that was thrown, it is too late, so it can only close the eyelid subconsciously.

It's a pity that the bullet instantly tore open the eyelid and shot into it, and the black eyeball the size of a baby's fist burst open, making the monster's movements inexplicable.

This is the wrath of the sharpshooter!
But the fist had already been swung out, and even if he faintly wanted to retract it at the end, it still hit Barristan's shield.

At this moment, the relaxed muscles suddenly exerted force, and the swollen muscles even made the armor tense, and the shield in his hand went forward.

Even if he had already been mentally prepared, the attack was interrupted, and there was a vague blow to stop the attack.

But the power carried by this blow still made him grunt. The pile of rocks under his feet began to shake, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on, making his face flush abnormally red.

However, Barristan still blocked it, the most difficult one was to withstand it first, and it would not be so terrible without the momentum of charging.

But it's not over yet, Barristan tried his best to suppress the smell of rust rising up his throat, and while the monster wasn't moving, he directly slammed his hammer on the monster's ankle with all his strength, making the monster who was still in a daze kneel down on one knee .

"You push forward immediately, drive those cultists out, and I'll hold it back!" Barristan swung the Morning Star Hammer to cause as much damage as possible to destroy the monster's joints, but directly let the soldiers stay away.

No way, it's not that their fragile bodies can block it, nor is it that the spears and firearms in their hands can cause damage.

Now is the time to separate the monsters and the cultists, and not allow them to merge.

Only in this way can the power be transferred to deal with this guy after the cultists are cleared. It is really impossible to lure him to the armory to order a few barrels of explosives.

But the premise is that he can bear it...

Barristan looked at the monster that had been hammered so hard that nothing happened, but he could see that its head was still back.

Suddenly the monster seemed to wake up, and raised its hand violently to grab the corpse of the fallen cultist. The power of flesh and blood twisted instantly, and it devoured the corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bone was also integrated into the monster's arm. superior.

The wounds of the monster supplemented by the corpse healed faster, and it even looked like it had two heads, and the mutation further deepened.

The monster swallowed a person alive, then fused the body.

This horrifying scene made the soldiers' morale drop again, and they subconsciously moved away from the monster.

"Damn it!" Barristan couldn't hold back now.

You must know that the battle just now has made the corpses all over the ground here. If it is swallowed up, the entire outpost will be destroyed, and at the same time, a terrifying monster will be born to attack Hamlet.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The big one is coming!"

A fierce and even anxious voice sounded, and Sobrey's slightly short figure rushed up from behind, obviously just running out of the armory.

No wonder there was no explosion just now. It turned out that all the baskets were blown up and went back to replenish ammunition.

It's just that this time the guy in his hand is not as simple as a bomb, but a glass wine bottle with a piece of sackcloth on the cork at the mouth of the bottle.

Sobrei didn't talk nonsense at all, he directly lit the sackcloth on the bottle with the torch in his hand, then raised his hand and threw it towards the monster.

Precisely, it hit the monster's head without any accidents, smashing the glass bottle directly, and the liquid in it drenched all over the body in an instant.

It was filled with tar, methanol, and some messy combustibles, which instantly ignited the fire.

The upper body of the invincible monster just now was instantly enveloped in flames, and it slapped itself frantically with both hands and let out a terrifying wail.

But Sobrey didn't stop, but continued to throw another one, the flowing flames swallowed it whole, black smoke emerged from it, and the crazy "dancing" looked like a flickering flame in a torch.

It's just that this "flame" is a bit big.

The real strength of human beings is the brain, knowing how to make tools to smooth the gap, and knowing how to use tools to do what you want to do.

Monsters are also subject to human wisdom, at least temporarily...

"Quick, quick! Advance!" Seeing this, Barristan couldn't control it so much, he went up and blasted the head of a cultist with a hammer, and hurriedly organized a team to push the front line forward.

The soldiers did not hesitate to carry out the order, and took the opportunity to directly pass the monster, push the front line forward, and leave those on fire behind.

At this time, there are already a lot of soldiers coming to support. When the encirclement shrinks and the cultists are driven out, it is basically not difficult to hold the gap.

But a figure wrapped in a black robe among the cultists will not just look at it like this... (End of this chapter)