"My Tyre......"

Gallo gasped heavily, leaning back as hard as he could.

His voice was as rough as a bellows, and the constant rush of blood and fluid forced him to spit, and his face, which had been young and handsome a week before, had become rough and vicissitudes by now.

"It's really ......****. ......"

Cold, slippery blood slowly trickled down his cheek. Gallo hastily wiped it, but let the scarlet marks drag a long trail on his face, turning into a hideous monster face.

It was not his blood, but the blood of his comrades. The blood of his dead comrades.

Lying behind Gallo at the moment was the corpse of the soldiers of the Fourth Legion of Fararuo.

It had been a week since the arrival of reinforcements from the Fourth Army.

However, in addition to easing the situation at the beginning, the situation was gradually defeated.

The number of monsters pouring up from the Great Crack seemed endless, and they became more and more frantic and their postures more and more distorted. No matter how much you kill, it's useless - kill one batch today, and another one will appear tomorrow. Gallo alone has already killed monsters that are close to the triple digits.

However, those monsters don't seem to have any concept of battle damage, and their only purpose seems to be just to enjoy killing.

It is also during the day, and it is also at night. They attack all the time, and the waves of monsters are constantly lapping.

At first, Gallo and the others were still in danger, but on the third day, they were forced to abandon the city due to the consumption of various materials and the lack of personnel, and instead began to lay a large number of traps, while slowly retreating to seek to join the large army, while calmly fighting guerrillas, trying to slow down the pace of these monsters' attack.

But everything seemed to be in vain.

Piece by piece, cities were reduced to rubble, leaving only a small amount of supplies behind. The people in the city also disappeared into thin air. Not even half of the body remained.

- They are cannibals.

Such ominous thoughts appeared in Gallo's mind. But he couldn't believe it at all.

The city was swept by legions of monsters, and fell into complete silence like a locust eating crop. Heading west, they didn't encounter anyone else, except for a few monsters. It was as if the country had been completely wiped out, and the atmosphere of dead silence in a deserted town was hopeless.

But if that's all there is to it, that's fine.

Just yesterday. They were finally discovered by a scout army. The boring fugitive life kicked off the final stage, and in just one day, they killed more than 300 monsters and wiped out the scout troops, but their team was only nine people.

There were now less than 10 of the 300 regulars and 18 Templars. In addition to herself and Sharna, even the last Templar took his last breath yesterday.

But they have not yet fled the danger.

Being discovered by the scout army of these monsters means that he is on the path of action of a large army. Sure enough, without receiving a reply from the scouts, more than 400 monsters were released today.

It's just a monster.

With the experience of surviving the meat grinder of nine deaths. At this moment, Gallo is no longer the same person as he was a week ago. If he was asked to deal with his current self a week ago, he could have killed his past self before he drew his sword.

Not only that—under the pressure of extremely dangerous circumstances, Gallo seems to have developed a talent that has never been seen before. It only took him a week to successfully advance to the Silver Rank. And the worst one of his companions has already reached the silver level, and some have even touched the threshold of the gold level.

If it weren't for the fact that they were caught up in this natural disaster, it would have been enough to make them so happy that they lost their minds.

However, the rapid increase in their abilities doesn't seem to be without any side effects.

In the first advance of Gallo's life, he clearly remembered how that warm and great power improved his body. so that it can be supplemented. If it was a careful tailor sewing two pieces of cloth together stitch by stitch, in the course of the week. Gallo felt nothing but intense pain.

It's like being hastily fixed by nails. The advance was neither warm nor comfortable, and it even made Gallo feel some kind of mutation in his eyes.

Outwardly, Gallo's pupils contracted quite a bit, and even in the dark, they only opened a little. This change reduced his ability to see in the dark, but his vision became much farther and he could see what was happening far away.

If he is a benign mutation. Then Sharna is undoubtedly a malignant mutation.

Her skin produced scales of some kind of fish-creature that were rough and unsightly, and their only function was to block the damage of certain sharp cuts - but as a Templar, Sharna simply did not need such a function.

She's a girl after all. After she found out about her mutation, she hid and cried for a while. Although it is not yet obvious. Only in the lower abdomen and the base of the thighs, but Sharna's overly cool armor couldn't stop the changes in her body at all. The originally gentle and sunny girl gradually became dark and cruel.

Gallo had a faint feeling.

This gradual detachment from the human realm and the appearance of some kind of bloodline mutation in their bodies is about the price of their rapid increase in strength.

With the help of his Hawkeye and the strength of his companions, Gallo and his party fought and retreated, and they could be regarded as killing all the monsters. However, a teammate from the Fourth Legion was negligent and had his head bitten off by a petrified manticore.

Blood gushed like a fountain, and Gallo was splashed with blood. But without the slightest hesitation, he cut off the beast's head with one backhand.

The team of nine people was again reduced by one.

"My Tyre...... Why are you punishing me like this......"

Gallo almost groaned, spitting aside a mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with his own blood and fragments of internal organs.

Then he knelt down and put his face against the cheek of his partner, whom he had known for a short time but had formed a deep friendship, which had begun to become cold, and gently patted his cheek with his other hand: "Good lad. Go to sleep. You can finally rest. Get a good night's sleep...... You will enter the kingdom of the elders, I swear. ”

Then after speaking, he raised his face, looked at the deep night sky, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and muttered disdainfully: "Huh...... Hell? Hell. .Mother. hell—"

Then the other seven came up in silence, and one by one they said goodbye to their friend, and then they carried his body to the fireplace of a nearby house and threw it into it as a simple disposal.

Even if it is burned to charcoal, it is better than being eaten by those monsters.

"Let's go, guys...... I think we have to get out of here as soon as possible. ”

"No, wait, Gallo. I have an idea......"

Staring at the corpses of his comrades slowly turning to ashes, one of the fighters said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Let's meet it!" them in waves, how? ”

"My good friend, you've got a bad idea."

A maniac smile appeared on Gallo's lips: "But, I like it. Is there anyone against that-"

Everyone was silent.

They stared at the burning fire, their faces lit up with the bright yellow flames that had been mixed into the corpses.

They don't have any expressions. There is no indication of anything. As if he hadn't heard Gallo's voice.

The corners of Gallo's mouth flicked, and then he laughed heartily, "Very well, buddy—unanimously passed!" ”

That's the smile that only people who walk on the edge of life and death have.

They are now in a desperate situation like never before.

War is brutal. It is enough to turn a knight into a madman.

When it suddenly descended on Gallo, Gallo could only see cruelty. There is no hope of any victory. Even the chances of escape are slim to none.

There is no hope. There is no warmth. There is no faith. Gallo's world has become made of blood, despair, and twists.

-- In that case, it is better to die early. (To be continued.) )

PS: Well, if there is no accident in the future, the second chapter is after midnight, so you don't have to wait if you go to bed early......