Chapter 115: "Self-Defense"
Helford Manor is very large and has a small castle-like building.
Surrounding the dilapidated castle were gardens, windmills, large stables, servants' quarters, and even a family opera house with its roof destroyed.
Although it is now covered with weeds, and filled with the excrement of wild beasts and monsters, there are also some dried corpses, probably those of the servants who did not have time to escape.
If you look closely, you will see horrifying scars on the corpses.
Like something that was gnawed by a rodent.
A group of witch hunters holding torches were scattered around the dilapidated servants' quarters, constantly throwing flames into the collapsed wooden house.
As the house began to burn, a sharp hissing sound came from inside the house.
Soon, monsters with hunched bodies, twisted arms, and faces that still basically maintained a human shape, but whose flesh had rotted away and even black bones were exposed, rushed out in groups.
The dried and rotten flesh on their bodies, like biological weapons, brought with it a horrible stench the moment it appeared, and one sniff of it would make people dizzy.
However, the torches thrown everywhere also ignited their bodies.
Make them look like running human-shaped pillars of fire.
"The zombies are coming out! Surround them! Surround them!"
The old witch hunter in the lead yelled loudly, and under his command, the witch hunters around him opened fire, pulling the triggers of the single-shot firearms from World War I in their hands.
Smoke rose as bullets flew.
There were even a few guys who had small cylindrical flintlock rifles in their hands and burning matches wrapped around their arms. They didn't look very reliable.
The weapons technology is backward, and its technical content is uneven, even inferior to the new recruits of Fengming Country in Ku Mu Realm. Their weapons are at least of the real World War I level.
Although it is still a single shot, at least the accuracy is guaranteed.
There were three strong men in armor in the crowd, holding war hammers and large shields. They stepped forward to block the burning ghoul monsters with skilled shield strikes.
Or just use brute force to push the zombie back.
The burning bone claws slapped on the shield, splashing sparks, fully proving how sharp the monster's alienated organs were.
These ugly and disgusting zombies are quite capable in combat. Once they break into a farm, it only takes two or three of them to start a massacre in a house.
They don't have any very strange abilities.
But it can tear apart the body of an adult with just its claws.
This is still the lowest level monster.
Under the massacre of flames and bullets, the dozen or so zombies that rushed out of the staff dormitory were quickly slaughtered, and only one unlucky guy on the witch hunter side sprained his ankle while retreating.
In the blazing fire, the old witch hunter in charge walked forward expressionlessly and used the special wooden boxes he carried with him to collect a dozen piles of ashes on the ground.
These spoils will be divided equally among the hunting group members after the war.
Although these ashes can be ignited to gain powers, any witch hunter with a little bit of ambition will not use the ashes of weak monsters like ghouls.
No need to talk about combat effectiveness or anything like that.
Mainly because it's too ugly.
That's too disgusting.
You can't choose to burn ashes to exchange for abilities. Every monster has two or three mutations. It's like a roulette wheel. What you get depends entirely on luck.
What if what I get is the stinking ability of a ghoul...
It’s better not to have it.
"Go to the next one."
The experienced witch hunter looked back at the servants' quarters which had been burned down, and prepared to go hunting with his companions to the next area.
But just as he started to move forward with the box, an even more shrill scream rang out from the burning ruins behind him.
Flames rose in the ruins and ashes flew everywhere. The old hunter was startled and rolled forward decisively, barely avoiding the sharp claws from behind.
The black alien claws cut the ground into pieces, and an unconcealable stench broke out, making the big shield warriors who came to support dizzy.
The attacking monster was hunched over, looking very much like an ordinary ghoul launching an attack, but its black bone claws were as big as half of its body.
There were also withered yellow cloth strips wrapped around his body, and hideous bone spurs protruding from his body.
The foul-smelling toxins that have formed substantial green smoke around it have proven its identity.
Predator.
An alien species that may be born in the lair of a ghoul monster.
Level 3 monster.
If it mutates again, it may transform into a more dangerous Ghoul King.
Seeing this thing rushing out, the witch hunters around decisively turned around and ran. Although they were also experienced in battle, they could not deal with this thing.
The plunderer's speed was as fast as the wind, and the power bursting out of its hunched body was enough to tear steel apart head-on, especially its mutated claws, which were filled with corpse poison.
It also has the ability to spread foul-smelling toxins. If you continue to stay here, you will soon be slaughtered by it with one claw.
The abandoned old hunter was quite calm.
He lay on the ground, watching the disgusting monster crawling towards him like a wild beast. He knew he could not escape, and he did not blame his companions who abandoned him.
It’s not that they don’t want to save…
This damn world has long taught these survivors what reality is. The result of rushing forward in a fit of rage is that one of them could have died.
Now two are going to die.
The old man, who was over fifty years old, grabbed a bone dagger from his waist and took out his pistol with his other hand, like a real cowboy.
Even if I die, I must bite this monster hard!
"boom"
Just as the old hunter was about to fight to the death, a loud bang sounded behind him, and the zombie raider that was rushing towards him jumped back nimbly and dodged the incoming shotgun shell.
The steel balls hit the ground, dust flew everywhere, and then there were a few more explosions. The bullets exploded in a small area and grazed the mutated flesh and blood of the plunderer, but did not cause much damage.
"monster!"
Niu Hanhan, who was rushing towards this side, used up all the bullets in his shotgun, then threw the weapon to the ground, roaring, and strode towards the plunderer with his bare hands.
This fool is timid when facing humans.
But when facing these monsters, he always strikes hard, which is contrary to his usual practice.
"do not go!"
The old hunter saw the big man over two meters tall rushing towards the predator and shouted hurriedly, but Hanhan ignored him. In fact, Hanhan couldn't understand what they said at all.
With a simple, joyful roar, he threw a punch at the swift predator.
As expected, the opponent easily dispersed the monster, which jumped behind Hanhan like lightning, waving its claws, intending to perform a craniotomy on Hanhan.
"boom"
The sharp ghost claws hit Hanhan's smooth back of the head, making a sound like steel clashing, and the recoil force shook the predator's body.
But Hanhan didn't care at all.
He seized the opportunity of the ghoul, clasped the sharp, poisonous claws of the predator with his left hand, and threw the monster to the ground with a standard and fierce shoulder throw.
Hanhan is very happy.
He seemed to enjoy fighting these "monsters", so he grabbed the screaming Ghoul Reaver's claws and threw it left and right like a sack seven or eight times.
He raised his leg again and smashed it down at the zombie like a sledgehammer.
After stomping on it more than a dozen times, Hanhan let out a regretful sigh.
The limbs of the Ghoul Raider in his hand had been broken by the hammer, and it seemed to be burning, turning into a ball of glowing ash gathered in the pit on the ground.
Hanhan rubbed his bald head. He hadn't had enough fun yet and the monster died. It was really weak.
"Over there, over there! There's more!"
Lao Jiang's new lackey, Cowboy Huck, came running over with four or five bags in his hands and a cowboy hat on, gesticulating to Hanhan towards the burning opera house.
It indicates that there are powerful monsters over there, which can satisfy Hanhan's desire to fight that has nowhere to go.
He himself took out a new bag and collected the ashes of the plunderers on the ground. These were the spoils of war of Master Jiang, the brave and terrifying follower of the warrior.
After that, it must be submitted to the master.
Although the bald warrior beside the master seemed to be not very smart, his fighting ability was really terrifying, which made Hack, who had been following him as a guide, stunned.
Hanhan touched his head and ran towards the opera house.
Huck packed up his spoils and ran over there as well, but was stopped by the old hunter who had escaped with his life. The old hunter kindly placed a wooden box of ashes at Huck's feet.
He took off his cowboy hat again and said to Huck:
"Master Bloodline saved me, and this is my reward."
"The master will definitely not look down upon these low-level ashes."
Huck curled his lips, rubbed his hands, and said:
“But it’s your apology after all, I would feel bad not accepting it.
You can take it first and give it to me later. By the way, you look very capable. Are you interested in joining our Sals hunting group? I am in great need of a good hunter like you.
I'm not exaggerating, but we do serve a Master Witch Hunter, and that's a rare honor."
——
The master that Hake mentioned, the "witch hunter" Jiang Xia from the East, is also experiencing a battle at this time.
But his opponent is a little peculiar.
"Hey, you, hand over the weapon in your hand!"
Jiang Xia, who was strolling around the manor, was blocked in a corner by four or five people dressed strangely, who were not polite to him.
The one that was specifically mentioned was Jiang Xia's exquisite silver-gray revolver.
Each of them is very knowledgeable.
Know that this is good stuff.
"This is the advance payment I received."
Jiang Xia touched the conspicuous revolver hanging at his waist, reached out to take out the cigarette from his lips, blew out a puff of smoke, and said:
"I like it very much, but I can't give it to you. Besides, I am a witch hunter master. Shouldn't you bloodline people be more respectful when you see me?"
"Haha, master of farts!"
The guy led by four or five people pushed his cowboy hat, a knife-like spark popped out from his fingers, and sneered:
"You, a swindler, may not know that bloodline people are able to sense each other. You are not a bloodline person at all, so you naturally cannot be a master.
You're just a pathetic liar!
You are not worthy of the weapons left by Master Fleming, hand them over! Or we can do it ourselves."
"whispering sound"
The smile on Jiang Xia's face disappeared. He curled his lips, threw the cigarette in his hand at his feet, stomped it out, moved his shoulders, and mobilized the spiritual power in his body.
The self-sacrifice decision is ready to go.
He looked at the bloodline people in front of him and said:
"The people in your world are really unfriendly. It seems that if I want to communicate with you, I have to use a language you can understand."
"boom"
The three-point move of Sacrifice suddenly rose up, and the soil under Jiang Xia's feet exploded.
Blue arcs of electricity wrapped around his left arm, and with the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed, it was as if an afterimage was pulling the current, moving in a Z-shape.
In an instant, he crossed several meters and landed behind the two people who were blocking him in front of him like a flash.
“Click, click”
The silver-gray arm knife popped out from the arm, like a mantis stretching its arms after hunting, and the blade vibrated at high speed, swinging up and down twice with a very technological feel.
On the recurved blade.
There were drops of blood .
At this moment, the windbreaker on Lao Jiang's body also broke into pieces and flew away like butterflies.
The moment he turned around, the bodies of the two bloodline members behind him were as if cut by a sickle. Before the blood and flesh could splatter, their lifeless bodies collapsed as if they were on fire.
In less than three seconds, it turned into two balls of glowing ashes.
Jiang Xia retracted the arm knife into his arm.
Looking back at the three bloodline members who turned around and ran away, he calmly popped out a cigarette, put it in his lips, then stretched out his left hand towards them who were running away, spreading out his five fingers.
On the left eye prosthesis, three cursors locked onto the target, and the four capacitors in the arm prosthesis discharged at the same time, forming three dazzling arcs, like the trident thrown by Thor.
The electric current bursting out from the fingertips split into three strands.
Under the conversion of the long-range discharge module, it pierced through the air at high speed and hit the three escaping bloodline members.
The high voltage electricity of tens of thousands of megaamperes made their whole bodies tremble.
Black smoke came out of his body and he fell to the ground, twitching continuously.
"call……"
The lighter made a slight sound and Jiang Xia exhaled a smoke ring.
He pulled out his beloved large-caliber revolver from the holster on his thigh , walked forward, and looked down at the female bloodline who wanted to beg for mercy but was unable to speak due to convulsions.
Lao Jiang looked the woman up and down.
Well, she had a nice figure and a charming face, which reminded him of those lively Nordic girls he had met in his previous life.
He admired this fragile beauty, his finger on the trigger.
Looking at those pleading eyes, I whispered:
"I'm not a witch hunter, but I think I'm much more dangerous than those who follow the rules. What do you think? Shush, shush, shush, stop howling. Be quiet and decent, girl.
Don't show that innocent expression of a victim, and don't accuse me of being a thug.
do not forget.
It was you who caused trouble to me first.
I was just acting in self-defense."
"boom"
