Chapter 520: A Bad Hope That Won’t Give Up
Chapter 513: A Bad Hope Unwilling to Give Up
Seeing that these soldiers were about to be swallowed up by the twisted flesh and blood, several female warriors riding brooms flew from the air, the very same witch hunters who had teleported to the nearby towns through the Flyway Network, and then rushed here on their brooms.
The ever-improving meteor-type flying brooms, combined with their extraordinary physique, allowed the witch hunters to fly faster than even the current territorial airplanes, and with the oily leather clothing to reduce wind resistance, this was how they were able to arrive in such a short period of time.
After discovering the target, several witch hunters sneered, not waiting to reduce the altitude, directly leaped in the air, the body is as athletic as a valkyrie, at the same time as jumping off the flying broom, the movement is sharp and draws out the silver sword from the back.
The noisy wind can’t cause any obstruction to the witch hunters wearing tight black leather clothes, the curved curve automatically excludes the airflow, the witch hunters in the air with the help of the impact of the fall from the height, just a smooth chop, will be long with thick tentacles of twisted flesh directly chopped off, and until this time, the long and slender legs have just landed on the ground.
In the feather fall high heeled leather boots and the role of the magic leather jacket, enough to fall on the person’s internal organs are sprayed out of the impact of the first is the feather fall leather boots to offset most of the impact, and then the rest of the impact by the magic leather jacket dispersed to the whole body, and this pressure on the physical breakthrough of the limit of normal people witch hunt is not much effect, just like a massage is almost the same, at best, the fluctuation of the chest is bigger.
Although it is just a sword, but the silver sword with the attribute of breaking the devil and exterminating the evil has extra killing power to the twisted flesh and blood of this evil and chaotic creatures, after being chopped off there is no way to heal itself, but the tenacious vitality of the two big pieces of flesh still twisted violently, and the tentacles are also stirring around.
Witch Hunter’s target was not these senseless twisted flesh, backhandedly threw out a few test-tube-like potions, and the fierce and fiery flames burned away the twisted flesh that was still struggling.
Even the twisted flesh ended up like this, the newly awakened undead and the imps like cannon fodder were even more unbearable, and could not stop these dual-sword wielding valkyries at all.
“Damn it, it’s a Demon Swordsman!” The Demon Warlock slapped his head hard and gritted his teeth.
Magic swordsman is proficient in swordsmanship, and has the ability to cast spells, usually equipped with magic swords and magic protective gear, so the strength to be above the same level of professionals, only for the equipment requirements are too high, and it is difficult to break through to the advanced level or above, so there is not much, but once encountered, no advanced level or above, the only thing is to be pressed and beaten.
The Undead Priest and the other two already have the intention to retreat, but as long as they look up at the flying broom, they know that they can only rely on teleportation if they want to escape, so they all set their sights on the Demon Warlock.
“Buy me some time, or else I won’t even be able to control the direction if I force a teleportation.” The Demon Warlock knew how strong the Glory Alliance was, it didn’t matter if they tossed it around at the edges, once they went deeper, the omnipresent faith network alone would be able to make them eat their words.
The other three looked at each other, this time it wasn’t a massacre of unresisting civilians, trying to buy time wasn’t that easy.
But just like what Evil Magic thought, now they could only rely on teleportation to escape, so they had to go on top.
The grassroots officer who was preparing for a physical fight was relieved when he saw the witch hunters, although he had never seen these strange female warriors, but they belonged to the same system transformed population, so there was no need to confirm their identity, so he immediately ordered the soldiers to load their ammunition, and then spread out, both as a cover of fire and to prevent the other party from escaping.
In fact, the witch hunt a total of ten people, in addition to the current five, there are five people stealth in the surrounding area, in addition to the fear of the other party to escape, but also in order to place the space anchor, so the demonic warlock just wanted to teleport alone to run away, but did not tear open the space, the original weak spatial membrane covered with a layer of metal mesh, resulting in he suffered a backlash, a mouthful of old blood spewed out three or five meters away, the skin and flesh of his body was rebounded by the power of the space to tear, and even the miserable cry! He did not even have the strength to send out a scream before he lay dying on the ground.
Seeing this scene, the living flesh and blood, undead, rats, that still do not know that the retreat has been cut off.
It is impossible to fight to the death without retreating, but they know very well that this time they have to fight for their lives, otherwise there is no way to live. Or the undead priest has the decision, both hands hard to break the white bone staff in his hands, but behind him suddenly appeared a beautiful lady, raised his hand white painted mortal version of the explosive gun, aimed at the back of his head without hesitation to pull the trigger.
With ear-piercing pops, the large-caliber holy bullet toppled the undead priest’s canopy, vaporizing the brain flower, and even the more ghostly souls were purified on the spot, instantly dying a clean death.
This was not an isolated case, the witch hunter who had cast stealth had long since infiltrated the town and locked onto the target to launch an attack at the same time.
The Flesh Priest’s head was similarly blown off, but the frantic growth of flesh and blood showed that the trouble wasn’t over yet.
The flesh of the blood priests had already mutated, but it was only suppressed, after all, they still needed to move, and the twisted form of the flesh was obviously not suitable.
However, this was just a dying struggle, the thousands of degrees of burning potion was enough to completely destroy this mass of flesh and blood.
The only one who missed was the evil ratman, the ratman’s intuition saved its life, but it was useless, the witch hunter whose reaction and speed were higher than the ratman didn’t leave the other party a chance to strike or escape, the continuous shooting of explosive bombs instantly transformed the skinny ratman into an indistinguishable piece of stuff on the ground.
The current successful siege is not an exception, under the situation of wrong defense, hundreds of evil professionals fell in the hands of the witch hunter, even the soul is not spared, if not the other side noticed that too many lost manpower, I’m afraid it will continue.
Although the effect is good, but the other side is not a fool, soon gave up this direct and very stupid approach, no longer choose to kill, but secretly spread more heritage and those weird items.
Like the devil’s egg such weird items are harmful, often a piece can cause a lot of casualties, but the most harmful instead of those inheritance.
They didn’t do it out of the goodness of their hearts, because these legacies were all modified.
These evil inheritances had three things in common, they were quick to start, quick to see results, and quick to die.
By killing a few people and performing an evil ritual, one could easily gain power and be childish, kill one person to get a share of power, and if you want to gain more power go and kill more people, it’s that simple and direct.
So as long as you get involved, you will be caught in a deadly cycle of constant killing until you die.
The upper echelons of the territory know the dangers of these legacies, but the lower echelons of the commoners don’t, and even if they do know, I’m afraid they don’t care, because they have no choice, especially when they are desperate, these legacies are their only choice, and their only hope, and even if it’s bad and deadly, no one is still willing to give up.
(End of chapter)