"Help!"

"Stop them!"

There was a shout, but no one could stop the erosion.

Until a monk in a black robe stepped forward.

His face was full of sorrow and compassion, like a priest accustomed to the sufferings of the world, his mottled hair was stamped with the traces of time, and his wrinkled face looked comical.

He was so old, and his wrinkled skin looked like the bark of a tree that had been peeled off, like a sunset about to sink into the mountains.

"Alas......" he sighed, not knowing whether it was for the innocent people or for himself.

"Old Nit, what are you going to do, don't be impulsive, those abyssal erosions are monsters, don't die in vain!"

A middle-aged woman behind him reminded.

"I don't want to come forward if there is a little hope, but now I can't continue to run away from it. ”

Old Nit said in an almost aria tone, and then walked straight to Ken, who was rushing to the front.

"Huh?" Ken saw the old man in front of him.

Kenzi, who had been eroded by the abyss, would not have any thoughts of respecting the old and loving the young, and suddenly stretched out his claws and twisted them towards the neck of the old Nit.

This prey has too low health activity to have no value for transformation.

"Old Nit!"

Many people exclaimed after seeing this scene.

It's really that the contrast in this picture is too strong, and a group of young adults in their twenties and thirties are constantly losing in front of Ken and dare not step forward.

In the end, it turned out to be an old man who was dying.

Such an elder with a dead aura almost surpassed that of an angry elder, but he was confronted by a strong, tyrannical and bloody abyssal erosion body.

Completely disproportionate power, yet gives a feeling that seems to be just as powerful.

Ken's strength comes from the power of the abyssalization, while the strength of Old Nit comes from his steely will.

"Smack!"

Ken's hand finally fell.

To everyone's surprise, Old Nit actually blocked Ken's attack.

The thin, withered arms were like steel, standing in Ken's way.

Then Old Nitt raised his other hand and patted it gently at Ken.

Immediately, I saw that the monster that had terrified many monks was slapped into the wall by Old Nit.

"Old Nite is so good!"

There were cheers all around, and at last a young, fleshy monk who had not yet been completely defeated by fear stepped forward.

"Even old Nite has come forward, what right do I have to hide behind?"

The thought crossed the minds of the young monks, and although old Nit did not seem as weak as he seemed, they were not as weak as they appeared.

"Whew-"

Old Nit was panting, but a smile of relief appeared on the old man's face: hope still exists after all.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Ken in the wall suddenly struggled to climb out, and he was not dead.

After the abyss, Ken has a vitality that is different from ordinary people.

He came to Old Nit again at an astonishing speed.

"Old Nite be careful!"

Someone reminded that old Nit also knew that danger was coming.

But he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to turn around now.

Being able to slap Feiken just now wasn't because he had some hidden strength or something, but he spat out the accumulated bad breath.

It was the attack he released that consumed the little life force he had left, and now he no longer had any combat power.

"Click!"

Ken has been eroded by the abyss, does not possess human feelings, and will not spare his hands in the face of an old man who has no resistance.

His powerful hand fell, and the head of the brave old Nit fell.

And like a smashed watermelon, it turned into countless pieces, except for the gray hair, and there is no trace of the old Nit's life.

A group of people were stunned, this was the ending that no one expected.

But then, it was as if a fire was burning in their hearts.

Especially the middle-aged woman who stopped Old Nit before.

She was still secretly happy when she saw Old Nit suppressing Ken before, thinking that Old Nit was a hidden master.

I thought it was just the beginning, but who knew that it was already the peak, and then the old Nit ushered in the end.

Old Nit died like this, and it seemed worthless because he couldn't stop Ken until the last moment of his life, and he took his own life.

But his death seemed to awaken something in the hearts of the monks in the twilight.

The "wise men" bowed their heads in shame, some were still numb, but many woke up from wishful dreams.

More and more monks rushed out, and even a few were not as weak as the old nits, but they were also scarred.

They bravely stepped forward, and several men huddled together to besiege an abyssal erosion.

They were greeted not only by applause, but also by slander and abuse: "What? Why are people who are dying running over to them, thinking that there are not enough monsters, and they want to be a part of them?"

"Rhine, what are you talking about? Are you embarrassed? As a palace-level warrior, you don't run to fight and hide behind, you still have the face to mock those heroes!"

"Why am I embarrassed?" said the young man nonchalantly, "at least I didn't go out to add companions to those monsters!"

"You ......"

There are more than one young monk like Rhine, who may not only be afraid of the expansion of the ranks of the Abyssal Erosion, but more importantly, they want to use this kind of rhetoric to calm their inner shame and guilt.

Even at times like these, they can find in their hearts a suitable and logical-sounding reason for their evasion and cowardice:

It's not that we don't shoot, we just want to observe, and blindly rushing out is just reckless, and it will only expand the enemy's ranks.

The Abyssal Erosion is a mutated breed after all, and unlike the almost wounded monks in the Guild Center, they have lost their sense of pain and possess great resilience, being an abyssal creature with necromantic properties.

Therefore, don't look at the number of monks who rush out, but in the battle against these abyssal erosion bodies, the monks' side basically loses more and wins less.

Even a few have already been scratched and bitten, and as Rhine says, it is only a matter of time before they become new erosions.

"Look, I'll just say that blindly rushing out is just an enemy, and it's a sign of recklessness!"

Rhine looked at the infected monks with a triumphant expression that made people want to tear his face.

It's just that the next moment Rhine's face froze:

I saw that the monks who were on the verge of rout, including those who had been infected but had not yet completely completed their transformation, suddenly stepped forward and hugged their opponents.

They used their bodies to firmly resist the pace of the erosion.

"Become an erosive body? Phew, you killed the brothers of labor and management, and labor and management finally recognized the person who got along all their lives, how could I become such a filthy existence for you!"

It was a young man with a rotten face, and he looked to be in his twenties, which was the most youthful and beautiful age.

Half of his face had been eroded, and he should have been disgusting and ugly, but at this moment, because of his resolute and proud expression, he looked extremely sacred, as if he had crossed a layer of holy light.

Then, "Die, bed bugs!"

The teenager detonated himself.

The monks who were surrounded by erosion bodies, but were not infected, also showed a look of madness, and did not dodge the violent explosion.

"Bang bang!"

The teenager's self-explosion was like igniting a signal, and the sound of powerful explosions came and went.

All of the erosion that broke through was buried by the blazing fire, and they began to struggle to escape from the center of the explosion as they appeared to be unstoppable.

However, their thighs were tightly confined, and the monks who would not retreat from them grabbed them with the last of their strength.

In the light of the fire, they walked together to destruction.

The erosion was blown to pieces.

Even the resilience brought by abyssalization can't make a piece of minced meat become a whole person again.

Therefore, after the bright light of the fire disappeared, in addition to the monks who lit the fireworks with their lives, the erosion that seemed to be invincible forever also disappeared.

The "Rhinees", who were hiding in the rear, looked at the messy ground and were speechless for the first time.