More than a dozen screaming arrows shot down from the high canopy, and the monster's head was disproportionately small to its massive body, but it was also filled with feathered arrows and crossbow arrows in an instant.

Needless to say, the power of the Thur Silver Heavy Crossbow is not to be mentioned. The Spirit Monkey Militia wields the Thur Silver War Bow, and the cone-shaped armor-piercing arrows fired can also pierce the iron armor within 70 meters. The ogre's brute skin skills could not prevent the Thur Silver Warbow from shooting at close range, and even though the piercing damage of the arrows was of limited effect on large monsters with resilient life, the Marksman-level Spirit Monkey Militia knew how to aim at the head and chest of their targets.

The unknown giant humanoid monster did not dodge the feathered arrows and crossbows falling from the sky, nor did it raise its thick arms to protect its head and face, and was shot into a hedgehog in a moment, but it was only affected by the fact that its movements slowed down a little, and it still pursued in the direction of the alien rat's escape.

Brandon didn't understand why the monster was chasing the alien rat, since it wasn't attacking any other target, it could be a live target.

"Spearmen keep up and limit its movements!"

The young and handsome knight snatched a 6-meter spear and rushed forward first. Several other spearmen surrounded the monster from different directions, and their sharp spears pierced the monster's knees, hips, chest, and back. The round support between the tip of the spear and the shaft of the spear acts like the tip of the sword to prevent blood from flowing into the hand, but its main function is to hold the monster's body against it, so that it cannot slide down the spear in front of the spearman.

The brute strength of this monster is amazing, and the strength of the third-level source blood militia is not small, they tense the muscles of their waist and legs, and with the help of the fine iron spear shaft and the blocking of the round support, they work together to confine the monster in place.

The tip of the two-foot-long spear was deep into the monster's body, and there was no blood gushing out, and there was no hope of stabbing it to death with a spear.

"Stick it in the head and shoot it in the eye socket with a military heavy crossbow!"

With a flick of his wrist, Brandon's iron spear plunged into the monster's right cheek accurately, and another Blood Militiaman stabbed the monster's left cheek with his spear. The two of them picked up the monster's head with all their might at the same time.

The monster head is indeed restrained.

The adamantite crossbow arrows shot at each other, piercing the monster's small eye sockets, and the two pale flames inside were suddenly extinguished, the monster's body was visibly stiff, and the strength of resistance disappeared in an instant. The two spears lifted the faceless head high, and the junction between the shoulder and the head was forced out by the spear as a "neck".

Brandon clenched his spear and jumped on the spot, swinging a sword with his backhand in the air. The sharp blade slashed an arc of light that swept across the monster's stiff neck, and with the force of the spear's pick, it slashed off its head. Brandon's body hadn't hit the ground yet, kicking the monster's falling head like a ball.

The headless monster finally stopped moving, and Brandon breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself proudly, "It's not that difficult to kill it." ”

Killing a seemingly unkillable monster, with his wits and on-the-spot reflexes, young Brandon is entitled to be proud.

Just when he was full of ambition, a cold force invaded his mind, Brandon felt that his thoughts were becoming very distant, the thoughts in his mind were fading away, boundless despair ruled his mind, his eyes had no luster of intelligent life, showing a gray hollow, and his fighting spirit stopped running, even when he saw a pair of eye sockets on the monster's waist, which shone with pale flames, he did not have no thoughts.

It seems that his thoughts, emotions, and even his instinct for fear of death have been stripped away.

"Don't look at its eyes!"

Two thin-bladed flying knives shot into the monster's newly grown eye sockets from Brandon's ears, extinguishing two strange pale flames, the cold that spread to the whole body stopped, Brandon suddenly woke up after a second, and used his fighting qi to dispel the cold force that occupied his body and mind, and retreated back more than twenty meters in an instant.

He turned to the red wolf not far away and shouted, "I thought you had just escaped. ”

The thin, lean and fierce warrior lifted his cloak, revealing several alien rats tied inside, and said with a smile: "I'm just going to catch deserters...... This monster is more interested in the Alien Rats than the others, and I think they should be useful, but I don't know how to use them. ”

"Dude, I owe you a favor. Brandon didn't think much more, and the scene changed again, and he shouted to the spearmen, "You all let go, and go back!"

The headless monster's body began to wriggle and flip like a fluid, and all the mushrooms and moss on its surface were swept into its body, along with arrows and spears, and it was spit out from behind it in a constant tumbling. The monster's loose and bloated body became strong and solid, its height condensed from 3.8 meters to 3 meters, and its body surface was pitch-black gelatin, like tangled tendons. It regrew its head, its huge claws and feet, and its featureless face sunken into two eye sockets, igniting two pale flames.

The darkness seemed to be pouring out from its feet, covering an area with a radius of 2 meters, and the cold spread to all sides, exuding the smell of decay, decay, and danger.

Furgret quietly took off her horned helmet and stuck the giant axe blade into the ground. Brandon and the Red Wolf didn't notice the small movements of the dragon maid, their minds were highly concentrated at the moment, and what Brandon was thinking in his mind: this monster has awakened.

The red wolf thought: Oh no, this monster is angry.

The bloated monster lunged at Brandon, its five fingers and claws together like knives, stabbing the knight's chest. The knight did not retreat, but advanced, and the 6-meter spear stabbed the monster in the jaw, and he followed the brute force to retreat. The alchemy militia's arrows and javelins were shot at the monster's back, and they were bounced off a lot, and the few crossbow arrows and javelins that pierced the surface of the body actually did not cause effective damage. Several alchemy militiamen picked up the spear that was spit to the ground by the monster, cooperated with Brandon, and used the tip of the spear to hold against the monster's body, and together they burst into force to trap it in place again.

"Don't look at its eyes, stop shooting with a crossbow and burn it with oil!"

Brandon used the ability of the Psychic Fire to adjust the support angle of the spear, disintegrating the power of the monster's struggle layer by layer, preventing it from lowering its head and using the pale flames in its eye sockets, but the knight could feel that the pressure transmitted by the spear to the palm of his hand was increasing, and shouted eagerly: "Red wolf, move quickly, I can't support it for long, be careful of the dark realm under its feet!"

The red wolf ran fast, picked up a bucket of fire oil and threw it on the monster, lit the velvet and threw it directly.

With a "boom", the monster turned into a blazing torch. However, before Brandon could rejoice, the monster's body began to squirm and flip again, and the scorching flames were actually swallowed by it, and the spear also fell into its body. The barrier between the spearmen and the monsters suddenly became shorter again.

Brandon shouted angrily, "Let go, let go, don't go near its dark realm...... How the hell is this thing going to be killed?!"

Immune to physical damage and able to devour flames in his body, this type of monster is simply against common sense, and Brandon will inevitably have a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

At this moment, the darkness beneath the monster's feet seemed to come to life, stretching into a long shape and extending towards the shadow of the red wolf.

The red wolf let out a scream and threw out an alienated rat as he scurried back. The monster changed its target, grabbing the alien rat the size of a wild cat. Brandon saw the alien rat wither under the monster's claws at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a skinny corpse.

The monster was clearly interested in the alien rats, and ran after the red wolf. Every time he was about to be chased by a monster, the red wolf always threw an alien rat from his cloak like a prophet to distract the monster. He planned to lure this unkillable terrifying monster away, and then release the remaining 4 alien rats out one by one, covering himself to climb a tree and escape.

Brandon comprehended the Red Wolf's intentions and admired the resourcefulness of his companions, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the monster stopping, one of its eye sockets merging into one, and a pale flame staring at the Red Wolf's back.

"Red wolf, be careful!"

Brandon shouted hoarsely, but it was too late, and the red wolf stopped where he was, slowly turning his body, the expression on his face was empty and numb, and he could not see the slightest color of life, like the face of a dead man.

The monster strode towards the lifeless Fierce Warrior, and Brandon threw his Adamantite Sword with all his might, but he knew it would do little to no avail.

Just when Brandon was at a loss, the red wolf's hollow eyes regained a hint of brilliance, but it was a beastly luster, and he let out a menacing roar, turned and ran towards the depths of the Black Forest.

The monster chased after the fierce warrior, but a tall and hideous dragon man flashed to the monster's side, tore its head with one claw, and used its powerful dragon tail to fly it more than twenty meters away.

Before the monster could recover, the dragonman in her form opened her bloody mouth, and a cold and piercing dragon's breath continued to spray on its body, freezing it into a strangely shaped ice sculpture.

The monster that had just been invincible was as weak as a rabbit in front of the dragonman, and Brandon was not the first time he had seen Frgree's dragonman form, but he was still dumbfounded by her unbeatable strength.

"Ma'am, is it dead?" asked Brandon cautiously, stepping forward. He didn't know if he was wary of monsters or afraid of the dragon lady in front of him, who was more than 3 meters tall.

"I didn't freeze it completely, the owner was still interested in it. Furgre flicked his tail and opened and closed his fanged mouth, "That red wolf is in a strange condition......

At this time, the red wolf had already run away, and Brandon said worriedly: "I don't know what happened to the red wolf, he seems to have turned into a beast." Please allow me to take someone to get him back......"

"Go, go. Furgre, the dragonman, curled his tail and said impatiently.

Brandon leaned down and saluted, beckoning a group of scouts to chase in the direction of the red wolf's escape.

On the other side of the Black Forest, three figures walked out: Victor, Nelson, and Pastor Dane. With a cheer, Furgret turned back into a beautiful wurmite female, threw herself into her master's arms, and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, I did not destroy this monster according to your will. ”

Victor undid his chameleon-changing cloak, wrapped around Freggy's snow-white and voluptuous body, and complimented, "You're all doing a good job...... Let me see this unbeatable monster. ”

As he spoke, a stream of blue-black air struck out of thin air, whistling and striking the frost-frozen monster. The blue frost cracked under the wind elemental, and the monster had just thawed when the area hit by the blue-black air flow suddenly collapsed into a large crater, as if it had been smashed with a fist by the Wind Giant.

The monster could no longer maintain its humanoid form, and the soft mud gum that made up the body tumbled and wriggled, quickly collapsing into a large pile of mud. Even so, it wasn't dead, a pitch-black skeleton emerged from the gelatinous mud, two faint pale flames flashing in its eye sockets, trying to reunite its body. But it was badly damaged by Victor's Wind Djinn's Grip and could only crawl slowly on the ground.

"What kind of monster is this?" Nelson shouted in surprise, clenching the Adamantite Decapitation Sword in his hand, looking eager to try.

Dane's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's the undead!"

"Your Highness, please allow me to purify it!" he said solemnly, turning to Victor.

Victor's face is not very good-looking, he had already used the wind on the monster when he used his old enemy talent to watch the battle from a distance, but it didn't have any effect. The Wind Djinn's Grip just now scattered the monster's form, but it couldn't completely defeat it, and it can still slowly recover from its current appearance.

Victor is no stranger to this kind of monster. A few years ago. A team of alchemic creatures broke into the Everfree Forest and encountered the same monsters, and the alchemy dragon lizard and two Gripon militiamen died at the hands of this monster. Their soul fire returns to the No. 7 Alchemy Tower, and at the same time uploads memories from the 5 minutes before they died, including some information about this monster.

Victor stared at the pitch-black skeleton rolling in the mud for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "This is not an ordinary undead, it is an ancient undead...... Dane, don't rush to purify it, we need to do a few tests seriously to find out its weaknesses. If I'm not mistaken, there are similar monsters waiting for us ahead. ”