Lorne looked at the demon pig close in front of him, his expression slightly distorted.

If the purifying serum really works, it can remove the toxins from its blood, and restore it to its original appearance, and Lorne feels that its flesh is ...... Some are disgusting.

Looking at the festering body of the demon pig, black slime flowing down the mutated fangs, Lorne asked in a low voice, "Centurion, if it succeeds, can you really eat it?"

"Not sure yet. The centurion was obviously inexperienced, "I'll hold it down, and you inject the serum into the vein next to its neck." ”

Lorne was holding a 500 mg purifying serum syringe in his hand and was about to ask where the pulse was, but when he saw the thick black blood vessels beating on the pig's neck, he forced him back to hold back his words.

The centurion's basic abilities are brute force and iron skin, and he puts on thick gloves, frowns, and pounces on the demon pig. The demon pig snorted, turned his head to dodge, and instead pressed over with two fangs.

The centurion took a step back, grabbed the fangs with both hands, and pressed them to the sides, causing the fangs to snap in response. The demon pig let out a painful howl, enraged, and clusters of spikes suddenly erected from the back of the neck to the back from under the skin, protecting the blood vessels in it.

Lorne couldn't believe that a contaminated domestic pig had mutated into porcupine traits. But as soon as he thought that Bawen could burst out of his tentacles, he would be able to accept it all.

The spikes on the back of the demon pig stood upside down, like a cluster of iron fans, and the tail swept over, and the centurion had to pull out his long knife and slash it fiercely. With the help of brute force, the long knife sharpened the iron like clay, and large swaths of iron thorns were cut off.

The demon pig became even more furious, and its four hooves slowly swelled, and with a single force, the iron chain broke in response. The centurion couldn't help but widen his eyes, he didn't expect that these monsters had been locked up for so long, and they actually mutated themselves and had brute strength.

Irene screamed outside the iron bar, Lorne frowned, anger rose, and flew up to hold it against the door of the demon pig, but it was as hard as iron, and the soles of his feet were numb. But this kick was extremely powerful, and the demon pig couldn't bear it, and one slipped sideways and fell to the ground.

The centurion swung his knife with both hands and slashed violently, cutting off the pig's head and splattering black blood. He knew that he couldn't keep the demon pig, and if he let it break through the bars because of his momentary hesitation, Erin and Sheena would be hurt.

The four of them were all shocked into a cold sweat, looking at the demon pig that fell to the ground and twitched, and they were still a little shocked. The centurion felt strange, he didn't expect the monster to evolve on its own, and it seemed to have intelligence, knowing how to dodge and surprise attacks.

The monsters in these warehouses were originally inferior, but everything that they show now indicates that they are beginning to evolve to the inferior level. The hunters have not yet fully understood the conditions for the evolution of monsters, but there are two types of what are known so far: devouring their own kind, and slowly evolving over time.

A low scream came from the depths of the warehouse, and the monsters chained in the darkness began to be restless, shouting one after another. Erin and Sheena couldn't help but take a few steps back and suggested, "Let's go back and call someone to help." ”

Lorne was not afraid, but he was worried about Irene's safety, so he also echoed: "Centurion, it is better to go back first." ”

The centurion thought for a moment, took out the flare gun at his waist, held it high, pulled the trigger, and the blue flare burst in the air. He said, "I'll send some people to help, just wait here." ”

Lorne remembered that on the day of the Spider War, Samur gave him a red flare, so he asked curiously, "Centurion, how many flares are there?"

"There are four of them at the moment. The day you came back from the planting area, you used red flares, which represent combat alert. There is also purple, which is a crisis warning, which is generally used when pilgrims are scouting and making sure that they have enough time to prepare for a crisis. Then there is blue, which represents the need for manpower, not necessarily combat. Finally, there is green, which is used as a collection order. The centurion explained.

Lorne nodded, looking at the monsters stirring in the darkness, always feeling uneasy. The centurion also frowned and said, "Maybe I should have sent a red flare instead of ......"

Before the words fell, with a sharp scream from the depths of the warehouse, the sound of the iron chain breaking was incessant. Almost instantly, the centurion's eyes widened and he shouted, "Hurry up!"

Erin and Sheena came to their senses and hurried to the carriage. There seemed to be ten thousand horses galloping in the warehouse, and the sound of hooves overlapping was like thunder. Lorne and the centurion pulled the heavy iron door shut with all their might, one left and one right. In the next second, the monsters in the warehouse slammed into the iron door together, leaving a bulge on the iron plate.

The iron door was built to avoid such an emergency, at least for a few seconds in the event of a monster riot. The centurion and Lorne were relieved by climbing over the iron fence and fastening the barred door outside the warehouse.

There was silence in the warehouse for two seconds, and then a second impact came, which became more violent, and the screws on the door shaft were blown apart, and the iron door began to deform. Lorne looked back and saw that Erin and Sheena had already gotten into the carriage and were ready to leave, finally relieved.

"Lorne, the two of us have to hold on until reinforcements arrive. Three minutes, can't die. The centurion said in a low voice as he threw the long knife in his hand.

Lorne caught it with one hand and asked, "Centurion, what are you going to do?"

The centurion pulled out two chained claws from his hard leather hunting suit: "I'll restrain them, and you will behead them." ”

Lorne took a deep breath, "I see. ”

A third slamming impact came, and two iron doors flew to the sides, bent like springs. Herds of demon pigs burst out of the warehouse, and the fragile iron fence could not stop them at all, pierced by sharp fangs.

Under the daylight, the demon pigs left the darkness and were about to charge, but their movements were much slower. This is the most fatal flaw of inferior and inferior monsters, they cannot pose an excessive threat without mutating the ability to resist sunlight.

But even so, there are no less than fifty demon pigs in the herd, and they have developed rudimentary intelligence, so it is not easy to deal with.

Lorne pinned the serum to his waist and brandished his long knife, ready to fight. The centurion frowned, and suddenly whispered, "Half less." ”

"What?" said Lorne.

"There were at least a hundred, but now there are half of them. The centurion suddenly had an epiphany as he explained, "I understand...... I see......"

Before Lorne could fully understand what the centurion meant, three demon pigs rushed side by side on the left. Without time to think about it, Lorne leaned forward and swung his long knife to cut off the oncoming demon pig's hooves.

His judgment was very accurate, and he didn't spend more energy maneuvering, just cutting off the hooves would make the demon pig lose its offensive ability. Although he is not yet experienced in a hundred battles, the baptism of two hard-fought battles has made Lorne calm.