Civilization grows, and perhaps the nations of the mythical age created glorious civilizations with the help of the gods, but the successors will one day surpass the achievements of their predecessors. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not to mention that the overall environment of the modern world is already different from that era, especially after the events that symbolized the end of the mythological era. Perhaps in the days when the moon was still intact and moving according to its intended orbit, the magic of the planet would be far more abundant and stable than it is now.

However, after the entire natural environment has been completely changed by force majeure, many technologies that were once freely available will inevitably change. Perhaps the ancient spells of the Age of Mythology are still very powerful even today, but they obviously can't continue to work as they originally were.

As a result, the curse that had been set in Eric Hoska's body thousands of years ago no longer had the power it had once been, and I am afraid that what I saw now was only the effect of the last bit of power of the mutilation technique. Even if it has regained some vitality over the years by eroding the host's life force, it is a power that cannot be restored to its heyday, and therefore pales in the face of modern technology.

At least after this event, he had more confidence in modern technology, especially in the theory of spells and the treatment of the manic tain. Maybe they haven't found a way to remove the curse at its root, but it's still quite easy to simply eradicate the effects of the curse.

A thousand years have passed since the time of the gods, and they have long since left this planet, so it is the time of the various races that still roam the earth. Relics from the ancient world may still be useful, but the vast majority of them are no longer up to date.

Some schools of sorcerers are always preaching things like "ancient wisdom", believing that everything in ancient times was stronger than this one. However, anyone with a little common sense should probably know that there has never been a truth in this world that the older things are, the more powerful.

However, if someone asks Frick about their battle with the curse on Eric Hoska, he will try to mention it as much as possible, "It was a bitter battle". It's not that the curse is really strong, it's that the people who came to the rescue took the unseen lightly.

In fact, the "giant serpent" born in the cursed sludge did not know how to restrain at all, and casually destroyed many houses along the way while chasing Frick. Dean had apparently heard the constant noise of destruction coming from this direction, and had led them here.

This group of soldiers was less than twenty men, and the equipment was not as good as the hundred-man team that Lemongrass had seen, and it seemed that it was only an emergency response team of the guard troops. When they saw Frick with a disfigured face, they apparently regarded him as one of the victims of the incident and immediately protected him.

But their experience was clearly not sophisticated, especially when Eric Hoska limped down the street, and they didn't immediately see him as an enemy. It was precisely because of this that the opportunity to attack first was lost, which led to the ensuing bitter battle.

In fact, this is not incomprehensible, after all, the adventurer has already described the withering, and most of the flesh and blood of his body have been rotted under the cannibalization of the curse, into pieces of charred and shrunken dead flesh. Who would have believed that such a weak man could be the culprit for destroying the streets?

They easily ignore Frick and Dean's warnings, believing that they are simply in chaos because they have been attacked by monsters in the city. Some soldiers even believe that the scrawny Eric Hoska is also a citizen who should be rescued, and that they must protect him in danger.

It was only when they knew that the obviously thin body was close to a distance of about fifty paces, and that the night light in the hands of the garrison could illuminate his figure, they discovered the obvious anomaly. The man's body was obviously not supposed to be a normal person, and being able to walk could only be described as a miracle.

Imagine that he had lost almost an entire arm, and that some black liquid with a tar-like texture was dripping from the twisted wounds. The two legs that supported his body were also on the verge of collapse, and as he took one step a week, one more scar would be added.

If such a zombie-like body swayed into the night, even the bravest citizens of the Empire would be frightened. In fact, one of the soldiers standing in front of Frick visibly shuddered when he saw Eric Hoska through the nightlight.

"Oh, this guy...... It's not human......"

An unorthodox voice spat out between his teeth, but luckily it only fell into Frick's ears, otherwise he would probably have been seized by his superiors to preach. However, Frick was not interested in telling him that the waddling corpse had told them a lot of important information not long ago.

However, as for the core of the question, whether the current Eric Hoska can be regarded as a "human" or not, he really can't give an answer quickly. After all, after being eroded by the curse to this extent, I am afraid that it is quite difficult to regain self-consciousness, and basically there is not much difference from zombies.

Given the friendship that had been made in those few minutes, Frick might have considered asking the garrison to give Eric Hoska a beating and shoot him on the spot with a mechanic's gun. Continuing to exist in this way will not only increase the pain for no reason, but will also give the curse a greater chance to spread.

Click!

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but part of the curse slammed into the nearby house, shattering the second floor along with the windowsill and the wall. The crumbling building materials were scattered in all directions, and even after dozens of steps, you could feel the stench of corruption mixed with the flying smoke and dust.

"The first row of deterrence fires! If you don't stop immediately, all the staff will shoot directly at the target!"

Although it was not clear how Eric Hoska, who seemed to have done nothing, had destroyed the nearby houses, the leader of the group had the decisive choice to let his men open fire on him. Perhaps in order to avoid manslaughter, he also deliberately asked the soldiers to deter according to the regulations.

Bang!

The mechanic's gun in the hands of the soldiers in the first platoon fired, and all but one of the projectiles missed the ground in front of Eric Hoska. Of course, he had no intention of stopping, and continued to approach them tremblingly.

So the soldiers who had been ready for a long time did not hesitate to launch a volley at him, who was still more than twenty paces away, and this time it was already aimed at his body. However, it may have been too late, as the images mapped into Frick's consciousness had already told him that the sludge wrapped around the host's body had kept all the projectiles in order.

This is a scene that can only occur in fantasy, and the surging black seems to have predicted the trajectory of each projectile, and moves to the most suitable defense point like a living creature to catch these metal projectiles. If it was the development seen by the eyes of this group of ordinary soldiers, it was probably that the projectile that seemed to be about to hit the enemy's body suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then disappeared into the air as if it had evaporated.

"Tsk, awful...... You should shoot in batches - at least with buckshot!"

Didn't anyone tell them that they needed to have at least two or more shots of lead bullet in the face of an unidentified alien enemy? Frick really couldn't figure out what the soldiers were thinking, or if they really thought that ordinary live ammunition alone could shoot all the monsters?

It was a fatal miscalculation, and it was only then that they remembered to use lead bullet against someone with anomalous magical powers. But even if they were only now switching to buckshot, it was already a little late, and Eric Hoska, who had blocked the first shot, suddenly sped up.

How on earth did that mangled body move at such speed? In the blink of an eye, he had crossed a distance of more than twenty paces and swooped into the crowd.

There was a dull thud, and in the blink of an eye, the three people standing at the front were knocked away by the invisible force of the curse, and their bodies flew up like garbage and crashed into nearby buildings, and the neatly lined ranks of soldiers were torn open in the middle of the blow.

Even if they didn't get the order of the commander, the people who weren't hit by the black mud "hula-" scattered to the corner of the street. In a matter of moments, they managed to distance themselves from the enemy, but they were disrupted before they could organize an effective counterattack.

The monster that scattered them in formation did not hesitate to pursue the scattered soldiers, trying to catch and pinch the "flies" that harassed it one by one. Fortunately, the soldiers were on their toes after the first assault, avoiding it and starting to fight back.

However, the black mud on Eric Hoska's body obviously has no normal reason, and he has no idea what fear is, and will only spread his power everywhere in a violent manner. Therefore, even if it is targeted by more than a dozen mechanics, it will not stop its movements, only thinking about destroying the target completely.

Even though it can penetrate the black mud defenses after replacing it with buckshot, the effect does not seem to be very obvious. The man probably didn't feel the pain anymore, and the projectile of the mechanic's gun had little effect on him, leaving only a black hole wound as if it had hit a dry branch.

In order to inflict substantial damage on him, everyone except for the chasing team members who were trying to attract his attention, everyone was pouring fire on him as much as possible with the mechanic's gun. Eric Hothka was almost beaten into a honeycomb, but even then he was still struggling to act.

According to Frick's rough estimates, they fired at least 100 rounds of ammunition that night, despite being equipped with light mechanics. This level of firepower is enough to shoot several large monsters, and even the black giant wolf that appeared in Lemongrass is not so difficult.

But after being shattered by the projectile, Eric Hoska – or his cursed corpse – finally fell.