our family is gone

Chapter 539 Death Resistance

Because they have stable logistical supplies, these troops now eat pork stewed with carrots, onions and other vegetables, plus salted fish for porridge. Their staple food is a portion of bread.

The battle was so intense during the day that they only ate dried meat during short breaks. Now being able to eat something warm was more important to the exhausted soldiers both physically and mentally.

In fact, the people operating in the camp are also logistics people. They sent the last batch of supplies today and stayed behind to start organizing the affairs of the camp.

Most of the soldiers were dealing with minor injuries, maintaining their weapons, or repairing their armor. These were all related to whether they could survive the next battle.

Most of them lie down with tired faces. They are really too tired. After such a high-intensity battle, they can now understand why the training intensity is so high.

But not everyone can enjoy a moment of peace.

Lance's worries are not wrong. Target No. 3 is a retreat for those cultists trapped in the wilderness. Its status corresponds to the importance of the outpost to Hamlet's army.

When even the cultists were taking a break, a battle still broke out on target number three.

"More money!" Tardif roared from under his helmet, and struck down his head with the ax in his hand.

Collect bounties!

The cultist was slashed into the neck, his head tilted and he died suddenly.

Alhazred held up the skull candlestick with one hand and made a gesture with the other hand. The shadow appeared at the feet of the rushing cultists.

The power of the abyss!

Darkness is the best cover, and then the shadow tentacles stretch out to control the unresponsive cultists in place.

Geralt rushed into it and took off the cultist's head with a swing of his sword.

But the wind of evil is still stirring in the dark night, and the evil magic inspired by these corpses is instilling desperate fear in them.

Geralt realized that there was a cult priest hiding in the darkness, and his golden eyes swept across, but in the next second, a new cultist rushed up, interrupting his rhythm.

But before the cultist could get closer, a guard stopped him. The long sword and the iron claw collided with each other, making a crisp sound, and the exploding sparks illuminated both of them instantly.

Darkness can cover the eyes of ordinary people, but it cannot cover Alhazred's heart.

The candlestick he was holding suddenly ignited with cold white flames, and he just raised his hand to make a strange gesture. The agitated spirituality turned into runes and emerged in the void, and fell on the sneaking priest the next second.

"there!"

Geralt didn't need to be reminded when he saw the target marked by Alhazred emerging from the darkness. He just ran a few steps and wanted to take action when he suddenly had a bad feeling.

You must know that before he killed him, the priests either chose to retreat or called for protection, but why was there no movement?

A slight hesitation slowed his pace, and it was this fighting instinct that prevented him from falling into a trap.

Because at this moment, a sharp claw struck in the darkness. Geralt didn't even need to think about it before he cast the Seal of Quen. The shield formed by the extraordinary power blocked him in front of him. The collision was easily torn apart.

Only then did Geralt realize that the black shadow next to the priest was not a tree trunk, but a monster two meters tall.

Messy withered hair, everted irregular fangs, and red eyes make up its ferocious face. It has a thin body but a thick frame. Although it is humanoid, its arms are extremely long, and its pair of sharp claws can divide gold. Broken stone.

Geralt is a witcher who specializes in hunting monsters. No one knows what the monster in front of him is better than him.

Ghoul!

And it has been alienated, otherwise it would never be so powerful. You can tell by looking at the part of red tissue attached to it.

The battle didn't stop at all. The ghoul charged forward with all his strength, and his claws were swung with the aura of slashing with a long knife.

Geralt didn't dare to take it lightly. The collision between the long sword and the sharp claws immediately made him feel strenuous. He couldn't help but take two steps back to stabilize his body.

Normally, he would investigate the types of monsters before hunting, then prepare restraint props and lay traps.

Especially for this big guy who is not easy to mess with, he prefers to lead him into a trap and use external force instead of fighting head-on like this.

Geralt had nine plans for dealing with the ghouls in his mind, but in the current situation it was not his turn to think too much and he could only go ahead with it.

"what!!!"

A furious roar sounded, and Geralt saw Balin, who was wearing heavy armor, crashing into him from the side.

Even a tall ghoul with a height of two meters could not block it and was knocked over directly.

"kill!"

As soon as Balin stood firm, he swung his ax and struck at the ghoul. If this blow hit, even an extraordinary monster would be uncomfortable.

But I didn't expect that the ghoul was not knocked unconscious, but reacted and opened his claws to stop him.

It's a pity that if it had a brain, it should know what heavy weapons are.

The sharp claws that had just been able to collide with the sword in Geralt's hand without being damaged were immediately split into half of his hand by the ax blade.

But this made Bahrain a little confused. Originally, he thought he could cut off an arm, but the feeling just now was like cutting down a thick tree trunk, and the bones were as hard as stone. What on earth is this monster?

There wasn't much communication at all during the battle, so there was the word tacit understanding.

Geralt did not blindly go over to help, but immediately went to kill the cult priest after Balin knocked away the ghoul.

But the delay just now had given the priest a lot of time, and the long-brewing soul-stirring curse did not spread. Instead, it fell on one person.

But that person was not Geralt, but Alhazred.

The curse that condensed the strong aura of death on the battlefield came. Even though Alhazred had already activated several props on his body, it was still difficult to resist, and he was instantly pulled into...

┗|｀O′|┛哦~~

The injury on the other side also caused the monster to fall into a rage. The ghoul got up from the ground, opened its arms and roared towards Balin.

The dead soul roars!

But what's even more troublesome is that with this roar, the breath of death spewed out from the ghoul's mouth invaded Balin's body.

The thick armor could not stop this strange power, and even the dim night became a bit darker, and the skin stung, as if something cold was sliding across it.

In this kind of weather, Bahrain actually felt an inexplicable coldness. It was not a reaction of the body, but a tremor from the soul.

A seasoned veteran like Geralt who was familiar with monsters would never have been tricked so easily, but it was useless to say that now.

The ghoul will not wait for you to recover. At this time, it has already raised its claws towards Balin.

The thick breastplate in front of the extraordinarily sharp claws was penetrated with only a slight obstruction, and penetrated straight into the heart!

Death waits in that moment of slight relaxation...

Geralt finally rushed forward under the cover of everyone, but the priest seemed defenseless as if he had completed his mission.

Without much thought, he swung his sword and raised his head, but when he turned around, his face was no longer as calm as before.

Alhazred looked horrified, as if he was fighting something, and the candlestick in his hand had long been extinguished. Tardif was covered in blood, and the scales on his body were damaged and deformed. He was breathing heavily, and his drooping arms seemed unable to hold the axe.

Barrett, Caesar and the like had already exhausted all the ammunition, bows and arrows in their hands, and were forced to pick up the weapons of their fallen teammates and block them in front of the cultists, trying to protect their teammates who were seriously injured and lying on the ground whose life or death was unknown.

When he looked over, he saw Balin's heart being pierced directly, and the ax fell from his hand...

Looking at the others, those who fell have fallen down long ago, and there are only a few who can still stand up now.

The Guards, Geralt, and the others were about 30 people. The battle had not subsided since they arrived at Target 3. They had gone through several plunders, retreats, and plunders again. They fought almost from day to night. Now they can still stand. It's already a miracle to get up.

So even killing the priest didn't bring him any joy.

Because this was a surprise attack, the direction in which the cultists appeared caught them off guard.

This group of cultists did not come from the passage, nor did they come from the encirclement from the south, but from the north!

This means that the Ascension Sect has reacted and even sent support.

Even if they kill this group, there will be more powerful cultists, priests who know how to use death and darkness, and monsters like ghouls emerging in the dark wilderness.

What about Hamlet's support instead?

All the situations flashed through Geralt's mind for a moment, and he couldn't help but ask.

Why don't the lords just blow up this place? Instead, let them be alone, facing cultists from all directions and underground?

Can we really win?

That's why Lance welcomes established heroes to Hamlet, and even offers them a good price.

But he still has to start cultivating Hamlet's own team.

Because for them, Hamlet is just one of their choices. Even if they can't survive here, they can go somewhere else.

But the talents trained by Hamlet himself will have an innate sense of identity and must not give up easily.

Because Hamlet is their home.

Geralt's wavering does not affect others, and the world is still running.

The ghoul's sharp claw penetrated Balin's heart, which seemed to take the last breath away from Balin, who was already on the verge of reaching his limit. Even the [Decapitator] that was originally easily controlled became so heavy that he dropped it from his hand.

Treading on the edge of death, facing the endless abyss!

Even for cultists who have extraordinary self-healing abilities, having their heart destroyed is equivalent to a serious injury, and for ordinary people, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

It's just an accident. Bahrain is not an ordinary person. He is the heir of extraordinary bloodline, but in the past he has always been hidden, only showing a strong physique.

But now that the fierce battle has squeezed out the last bit of his physical strength, the evil aura that wants to invade his soul and the serious injury of his heart being pierced have instead inspired the power of blood hidden in his body.

What's more important is that his obsession keeps his will still resisting.

I haven't completed the Lord's mission yet, I can't die yet...

When the power of blood was activated, his soul seemed to see a roaring giant walking with the mountains, and the entangled ghost dissipated in an instant.

Fury brings hot and even scalding blood up, dissipating fatigue and directly getting rid of the state of exhaustion. On the contrary, a steady stream of power needs to be vented.

Death resists!

Will transcends matter, this is the charm of extraordinary power.

He had a feeling that even death could not take him away if this anger did not go out.

Suddenly, a hand directly grabbed the ghoul's wrist and pulled it out. The originally lowered head suddenly lifted up.

Even the ghoul couldn't help but be stunned by this action for two seconds, and his ferocious face revealed a moment of innocence.

But Bahrain would not be polite to it. With a roar, even the helmet could not suppress the fury.

"Kuchiya—!"

The next second, the ghoul received a heavy punch on the head. The power that broke out in Balin's rage was completely injected into it, making it dizzy.

Because his hand was caught and he couldn't even dodge, Bahrain's arm was like a hammer and punched the face at a terrifying speed.

The fist with the gauntlet and the fangs collided and made a strange sound. The once terrifying appearance suddenly became "peaceful". Unfortunately, the teeth in his mouth were broken, and he will not be able to eat four dishes in the future.

The ghoul's entire face was completely unrecognizable, with unknown black liquid splashed on it like ink staining, making it even more blurry in the dim environment.

But Balin's fury was far from subdued. His fist turned into a palm and grabbed the other arm of the ghoul. This was not for dancing, but for a hard kick.

The violent force fell on the ghoul's skinny body, but it didn't know how many people had been digested. Only a crisp "click" sound was heard. That was because the spine could not withstand the force and broke directly, but the skinny flesh and blood was still connected to the body, directly Just let your lower body hang in the air.

Because God itself is still in the hands of Bahrain.

The ghoul who was not dead in the first place couldn't help but let out a strange but painful cry because of this.

But this sound only aroused Bahrain's desire to kill even more. He used both hands to tear off one of the ghoul's arms.

You must know that this thing has a strong physique that can't break through the defense with a knife. It actually had an arm ripped off. What a terrifying power this is!

He threw the half-crippled ghoul to the ground with his backhand, and then stepped on it with a fierce kick.

"Oh!"

The skull, which had not been broken even after being punched for several times, exploded, and black sewage splattered in all directions, representing complete death.

Everything in Bahrain actually happened in a few seconds. What he just happened was undoubtedly exciting for everyone.

But it wasn't over yet. The cultists also discovered Bahrain and immediately pressed them down.

Balin could feel his anger beginning to subside and the power within his body beginning to wane, but he was not afraid of death. He needed to kill more cultists for his teammates.

It is his honor to dedicate his life to the lord!

War roar!

Bahrain let out a roar, which seemed to contain magical power, directly dispelling the gloomy breath of death on the battlefield. On the contrary, the fever of war was awakening in their minds, allowing their extreme bodies to sprout strength out of thin air.

At the same time, it also strengthened everyone’s will.

The only option at this moment is to fight to the death! An Neng said he would surrender?

"For Hamlet!"

　Thanks [I didn’t even see sleepiness] for the 200 reward

　　

　

(End of this chapter)