"Is anyone still alive?" In the camp of the Ganges, Abshek clutched his belly and shouted, the countless monsters that rushed out of the shadows in the previous battle instantly made all attempts to maintain stability in the camp fail, and Garamchand and he were surrounded by seven or eight monsters.

The Ganges lion was a brave man who made it to order, and at the last moment he didn't hesitate to lift Abshek above his head, throw him out, and then get entangled with those monsters.

Abshek didn't even have time to think when he was mixed with another group of Golden Regiment soldiers who were caught in a bitter battle and began the road to break through, with the living constantly joining him, but many more died in battle.

At this moment, whether it is a scattered war hound or an organized large mercenary group, they have become brothers who depend on each other for life and death, because they are all human beings, and the enemies they face are so dangerous and so weird.

Abshek felt something wriggle in his wounds, and the sensation not only made him hurt more, but also made him unsettled.

In the previous battle, many of his comrades-in-arms who were still fighting bloody battles suddenly went berserk and aimed their weapons at their colleagues, and a few wounded people were injured and mutated after not taking a few steps, and disgusting tentacles or limbs that did not belong to him spread out along the wounds, which was enough to wake Abshek from a nightmare fifty years later.

In such a fierce battle, a person like Abshek, who had little fighting talent, was quickly pierced through the abdomen by a monster tentacle after lacking the protection of the Ganges players, and his former comrades decisively abandoned him.

The last image in his memory was the approaching hilt of the sword, and the cold, "I'm sorry, we decided not to take you." ”

When Abshek awoke again, he was on the edge of the camp, and the once bustling mercenary camp was completely silent, as if all the enemies and survivors had left.

But Abshek knew that this was not the case, and vaguely he could hear some trivial voices, like someone was gasping in his ear, constantly telling something.

Everywhere you can see, there are corpses everywhere, there are humans, there are non-humans, the mercenaries are not easy to mess with, these chaos demons who attacked the camp caught the mercenaries off guard in the early stage, but the mercenaries who reacted also brought some casualties to the enemy.

It's just that Chaos itself doesn't care about such casualties at all.

"Anyone! And there are no living people! Abshek screamed hard, even though he knew he had a better chance of attracting the monsters, he still didn't want to give up hope of living, he couldn't survive alone.

The feeling of a foreign body in the wound in the abdomen was even more obvious, and Abshek blocked the wound with a mass of rags, and he did not even dare to look at the exact location of the wound, which was on the underside of the ribs, where the liver should have been, but it was strangely not bleeding.

Abshek cried out in fear, trying to find someone who could help him, he didn't want to face such a terrible outcome alone, even if it was a Seris or an Amazon?

At least they can give him a happy result!

Abshek pressed hard against the wound in his abdomen, as if something was trying to rush out of the wound, but Abshek stubbornly covered the wound and did not let it out, as if it did not exist anymore.

"Anyone! Can anyone help me! Abshek wailed loudly, not at all like a seriously wounded and dying man.

A barely indistinguishable humanoid monster came out of the camp dragging its own 'tail', seemingly attracted by Abshek's shouts.

From the armor, Abshek could vaguely tell that the other party was once a soldier of the Golden Regiment, but his swollen body grew along the cracks in the armor and turned into a terrible sarcoma, one of his arms was three or four meters long like a python, and he was left behind, and at the end of the arm was another face, which was biting a half-eaten corpse in its mouth.

The mutated Golden Regiment soldier had protruding bone spurs on his shoulders and human heads stuck in them, and they all stared at Abshek with their own dead eyes.

Abshek felt that he was about to suffocate, as if he had suddenly crossed from a fantasy game to some horror game, in all fairness, Abshek actually wanted to reject this feeling, after all, in reality he was already a rich man who had entered a mid-life crisis, why should he suffer such a crime?

He felt that his reason was like a spring stretched to the extreme, and it might break in the next second, but the monster on the other side seemed to lose interest completely just by looking at him, and turned around and dragged his 'tail' in another direction.

There, several bodies that appeared intact were waiting for him.

Da, da!

Behind Abshek suddenly there was the sound of horses' hooves, and a series of horses' hooves proved that there were not one or two, but a large number of cavalry!

It's the second group!

Abshek immediately realized that it was the reinforcement he had been waiting for! Knights of the Second Son's Regiment!

"Here! I am here! Abshek turned sharply and waved his arm in the direction the knights were coming: "I ......"

"Phew! Bang! Bang! But he was greeted by a flurry of gunfire, and the special cavalry muskets of the Second Regiment's cavalry fired a not-so-uniform salvo as the knights charged, knocking Abshek and the mutated Golden Regiment soldier behind him to the ground.

"Why!" Abshek, who had three holes in his body, stubbornly got up and questioned the knights who should have rescued him.

"Monster, suffer death!" Griffith whistled past Abshek with his gorgeous saber, slashing his head!

Abshek watched as a crimson baby's head landed on the ground behind him, and he tried to turn around, only to see a body the size of a human child of four or five years old growing behind him.

He did plug the wound in his abdomen, but it was a penetrating wound, and the mutated tissue in his body spread out behind his back, and the gasp he heard before was from the mutated tissue behind him!

"I'm sorry, but the only thing I can give you is eternal sleep!" Griffith rode back and watched the poor man give the last mercy with his musket.

No, you can't, Abshek thought desperately to the last of his consciousness.