Griffith examines a corpse and discovers that his body has been pierced by sharp blades. The wound was smooth, not like the bite of a living corpse, to the point that it looked like it was caused by a cultist's attack.

The body of another militiaman lay not far away. As a militiaman of a wealthy town, he also wears a good piece of chain mail and a half-broken spear in his hand. However, his upper body and sturdy chain mail were melted by something, and the edges of the corrosion marks were already blackened, shattering at the slightest touch.

Several corpses in the vicinity had similar marks, either pierced with sharp objects or melted by a substance like strong acid.

Something, together with the cultists, is here to stop the police and militia who broke through!

Griffith crept into the main entrance of the police station. There is no sign of activity here. The shattered corpses were scattered on the ground, and the bookcases, tables and chairs were in shambles.

Finally, in the center of a piece of furniture that was toppling in a firing shape, Griffith found that the ground had left traces of thumping and burning—the shockwaves from Amber's unleashed power.

This means that she had at least fought the living corpses here, and most likely survived somewhere nearby. The bad news is that with Amber's strength, even if you can't defeat the enemy, you can break through. Her being trapped here meant that there were enemies threatening the safety of the locals, making it impossible for her to fight or evacuate in peace.

Griffith thought about it for a moment and decided to go a little deeper. He took off the shield behind his back, held it in his left hand, and held a long sword in his right hand, and walked towards the interior of the police station.

As soon as he took a step, he felt himself being targeted by a greedy and fierce gaze. Before he could take the second step, a black thing suddenly struck him in the darkness beside him.

Griffith almost subconsciously bent over, and the shield in his hand was also knocked out.

He heard chains dragging on the ground, heavy footsteps coming from the darkness.

A four-meter-tall, spherical object appears in view. Its body swayed from side to side, and it seemed as if something was falling from it in the darkness.

Griffith sprinted forward in a hurry, swinging his sword. At the same time, a gust of wind crashed down behind him, sending the solid floor to smash into the rubble.

The sword that was swung also cut something, and it was a jerky and terrible feel like cutting rags.

After reducing, Griffith was able to see the whole thing in the light.

Five or six rotting and blackened corpses were haphazardly sewn together in a lump of flesh by thick ropes of hair. The main part of the body was a giant corpse that swelled and whitished like a floating corpse in the water, with legs like elephant legs and a head larger than a pumpkin. The fat torso was stitched with hideous and miserable corpses, and in six arms there were black chains, huge wood knives, kitchen knives, hammers, and sickles.

What is this!

Griffith only felt his scalp tingle, the first time he had seen such a chaotic and ugly stitching monster. Although he was not frightened, he felt very sick.

The stitched corpse swung its weapon and took it in stride towards Griffith.

Griffith flashed nearby, jumped onto a nearby desk, and swung a sword backhand at an arm that had been slashed with a knife.

"Poof!"

The severed arm flew straight out, spewing out a cloud of miserable green liquid.

When the liquid hits the ground, it emits a sickening, pungent stench, and even the contaminated floor begins to smoke and dissolve.

Griffith immediately understood that it was this monster that had befallen the police and militia. Although it has no armor and is not very agile, its strange power combined with the acid spurting from the wound is indeed extremely deadly.

The acid splattered everywhere, and even the saber that had been stained with a small amount of acid began to emit white smoke. Griffith's heart ached, and an ice spike had coalesced in his left hand, which was thrown towards the head of the stitched corpse.

Griffith's close-range all-out throw was powerful, and the sharp ice spikes hit the stitching monster's chest, straight through the chest. The stitching monster's thick, wall-like body was torn open with a large hole, and the scenery behind it could be clearly seen.

Although it penetrates the target, it does not deal knockback or more damage due to its strong penetration. The Stitch Monster unconcernedly swung out the chain again.

Griffith hurriedly slashed his sword in front of him, colliding with the black snake-like chains.

"Phew!"

The blow smashed a hole directly into the sword. Griffith's jaw was also shattered, and the saber in his hand spun and flew out.

After a brief encounter, Griffith realized the nature of the monster. Unlike the living corpses and ghouls it encountered before, this undead creature has a strong vitality and great strength that ignores pain.

While the Stitcher has no armor and suffers horrific trauma from attacks, it seems to have lost many of the scruples that the living need to be afraid of. It can't be stopped without destroying it completely.

It can be said that this stitching monster is precisely stepping on Griffith's shortcomings. He doesn't have a high-damage spell, and he doesn't have supplies like oil on hand to deal area damage, so he doesn't know how long it will take to destroy Stitch Monster after fighting it one-on-one.

The Stitch Monster doesn't care what happens to his enemies. It didn't even look at the blow to its chest, but methodically began to retract its chains, and was about to launch a second attack.

Before the Stitch could make a move, Griffith suddenly sprinted over, pulling out the corrupted feathered fencing sword in his hand.

The Stitch stopped his movements and slashed down at Griffith with three arms swinging a wood knife and a kitchen knife like a windmill.

Griffith didn't dodge either, using his gauntlets, ice armor, and chain mail to devour the attack, and the feather fencing in his hand stabbed into the stitcher's brain.

Shadow damage immediately spreads through the Stitcher's wounds. But the undead creature remained undead, spewing out a cloud of acid and slamming a punch at Griffith.

Griffith's ice armor blocked a small amount of acid, but he himself was knocked over by a punch and fell into a nearby table and chair, smashing through a broken piece of wood.

The Stitch Monster shook his festering and blackened head nonchalantly, picked up the chains, and walked towards Griffith.

However, when it reached the spot where Griffith fell, there was no one but a mess.

......

Griffith leaned down and trotted through the hallway window. He could only be regarded as a makeshift perception, and kept an eye on the footsteps and movements of the stitching monster, and found that after losing its target, it was only frantically destroying and searching in the hall of the police station.

Passing through a hallway, Griffith ran up the stairs to the second floor. There are usually sturdy archives and weapons depots, where survivors are likely to hide.

He carefully pushed open a broken wooden door, and was about to look inside, when suddenly an arm grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him inside.

"You're finally here!" Amber whispered in praise.

The blonde girl's left arm was splinted and bandaged to her chest, and she had several wounds on her forehead and body. Although she pretended to be indifferent, her body trembling from time to time, her pale complexion, and her cold body temperature all indicated that she was in a very bad state.

Behind the shelves of the small weapons depot were five police officers and two militiamen, all of whom were also disgraced, apparently having been through a fierce battle.

Amber pulled Griffith into a hidden corner and sorted out the language:

"Possessed by a terrifying presence, Iloti has developed symptoms of bloodthirstiness, and her scattered power can cause distortion and madness of the living creatures around her, and even transform ordinary people into living corpses. I tried to help her, but as soon as I got close to a certain range, my body also showed signs of mutation, and my strength was suppressed to only about one-third of my usual strength. ”

"That's the result of the seal of the summoning known as the Ancestor resonating with some unknown property in her body, and ordinary people will be transformed into living corpses when they get close to her," Griffith nodded, "Your injuries were caused by Ilody?"

"No, it's not her," Amber shook her head, her tone a little hurried, and her brow was nervous and uneasy, "she can still regain her senses intermittently. As I tried to contain her, the cultists we had encountered before appeared. Their extraordinary traits are not powerful, but the strength they show is very threatening. There are three wizards among them, and one is like a warlock who has made a pact with the demons of the abyss. They rushed up, it's so shameless!"

"Well, it's threatening," Griffith pulled out the healing potion and handed it to Amber, "let me see your injuries." ”

Amber unbuttoned her shirt without healing. She had several puncture wounds and arrow wounds on her body, which had pierced her leather armor, but the wounds had stopped bleeding and healed slightly. The most serious injury was a frostbite on his arm, and the cold lingered.

"Have you seen enough?" the girl pulled on her clothes, "what do you think?"

"Very sexy," Griffith replied solemnly, "and when the situation is stable, I'll show you mine to show you fairness." ”

"Okay, I don't mind this little harassment, be careful that I eat you!" Amber chuckled, "Thanks, I'm not so nervous now,

"Back to the topic, the cultists who attacked me are mainly Sequence 9 of the Ranger, Assassin, and Monster Path, which are 'Forest Ranger', 'Thief' and 'Half-Human', their training and equipment are mixed, but their strength exceeds that of the Sequence 9 Extraordinary Candidates who have grown up as civilians, and they have some actual combat experience. ”

Griffith thought for a moment:

"They are followers who claim to be the Creator, and although they are not strong individually, they are quite numerous, and they may have dangerous seals in their hands, and even have the help of powerful apostles. The entire attack was very well planned, the gathering of Sequence 9 was not as easy to detect as prophecy and divination as the high sequence, the teleportation circle and the local management system were destroyed before the official reaction was realized, and the activation of the seal was also stuck at the node before the arrival of the transcendent. ”

"I think there's something wrong with Winston, could he be in cahoots with the cultists?" Amber said, "Heura has become like this, and he hasn't even led a team to come to the rescue." ”

"Oh, that's not strange," Griffith shook his head, "I'm not saying he's doing the right thing, just not weird."

"Although he will be investigated and held accountable after the fact, as a seasoned mage, he must have realized the meticulous planning of the cultists and the complexity of the incident, and it would be dangerous to lead a team to support him now, and hiding in the relatively safe city of Neopolis would have a legitimate reason to avoid the battle.

"As long as there is a delay for most of the day, and the transcendent arrives as scheduled at night, and he brings other reinforcements to Hepu to support, no matter what tragedy happens here, he can fight for a favorable role—the savior who is a little late. ”

"This bastard!" Amber gritted his teeth angrily, "he must be a fat bald head, a bureaucrat who sleeps until noon every day!"

"Don't talk about him," Griffith waved his hand, "and we'll retreat to the vicinity of Cangyue Mountain." The defense line needs your support, and I'll figure out how to deal with those cultists. ”

After Amber rested for a while, Griffith moved outside with the survivors. The monstrous stitch monster had blocked the passage on the first floor. Griffith had to let the police and militia wait behind, and he and Amber cleared the aisle first.

"I'm not good at dealing with this kind of uncritical monster," Griffith asked, "and how much more power do you have?"

Amber shook her head: "The power of one blow is still there, but this stitching monster will explode with acid when attacked, and I can't bear it." Hey, I've told you all the weaknesses that I'm not good at, and you're responsible for me!"

“......”

Griffith was speechless for a moment. He thought for a moment, then moved his fingers, and a layer of cold ice armor covered Amber's body.

"Spells, Ice Armor?" Miss Investigator Trainee looked at herself in surprise.

"Yes, it can provide good all-round protection, I can use some frost enchantment support, you attack, and I will follow up to provide defense," Griffith said seriously, "I told you all the hole cards, you are responsible for me." ”

"Come on, then!" Amber slapped Griffith on the shoulder, "Hurry up and get rid of this monster, let's get Iloti and everyone out!"

......

Stitch monsters, walking sideways in the rooms and hallways on the first floor, suddenly sensed the breath of a living person.

Before it could react, an ice gun pierced its wrist, knocking its palm to the ground along with its chains.

Whirling golden light flashed across the intricate terrain and slammed into its fat body. The surging power poured into its swollen body, and the dead black body was like burrowing into the carpet of a nest of rats, convulsing violently.

Griffith stepped forward, standing in front of Amber as he completed his attack, holding up a shield he had found in his arsenal to resist.

"Bang!"

With an alarming loud bang, the stitching monster exploded like a bursting water bag. Acid splatters everywhere, corroding floors, furniture, and walls.

The acid splashed onto Griffith's shield and body, blocked by the blue ice. The ice disintegrated instantly, emitting a foul smell. The acid remained unabated, corroding and dissolving his helmet and chain mail.

"Take off!" Amber, dodging the attack, pulled with all his might, tearing Griffith's chain mail into splinters that were rolling all over the ground. She flipped her helmet and dragged him backwards.

The Stitch dissolved into a foul-smelling liquid, and the armor and ground splashed by the acid turned into horrific wreckage in the blink of an eye.

Griffith's body was also splashed, and he hurriedly ripped off his coat and threw it on the ground.

The shield that had been found had become a twisted pile of scrap metal. Griffith couldn't help but be glad he didn't hold the Vanguard Shield against the acid.

......

It's a terrible thing.

Griffith didn't find an extraordinary crystal on the body of the stitching monster, and he couldn't help but sigh that such a rudimentary monster could be so distinctive. Although it is not strong and not durable, it is still very threatening.

"This is an immature life form, and although it has a chaotic form and low combat efficiency, it has already evolved and grown. Minos explains, "Minos collected valuable essentia. ”

"What the hell is the essentia you collected for?"

"Minos collects essentia to help the bearer evolve into a higher life form," the Bone Ring repeated the same old answer, "Griffith, bearer of Minos, you have shown great potential, and in the near future, the door of truth will open to you.

"Before that, if you have fallen into despair, try to pray to the Great Being through Minos. He will give you refuge for a fair price. Do you need to pray now?"

"No, I refuse," Griffith refused, "which god are you loyal to?"

"Not really," Minos replied, "the explanation is pointless, Minos will wait for your decision." ”