The sudden battle finally came to an end with the curses of Number 86, and the grove outside the stables regained the quiet it had been. Except for the corpses scattered in the distance, and the battlefield where a layer of ground has almost been scraped off, no one could have imagined what a thrilling scene had just played out here.

86 gulped down the forest air, the thick smell of blood, mixed with the stench of demonic blood and the burning bitterness of the trees, poured into his nose. The heart that had not yet calmed down was pounding in his chest, like a war drum that kept beating, and his body trembled slightly.

Shaking off the broken sword that could no longer be used, 86 turned around and took a few difficult steps in Semar's direction. "You, are you alright?......" The sharp pain that surged up and down his body like a tide made his expression look a little twitching.

"I didn't ...... It's okay......" The mage was leaning against the tree panting, his bloodless cheeks covered with fine beads of sweat, "Just take a break, I need to relieve the over-consumption of mental power......" said and waved his hand at Number 86, indicating that he was fine.

Mott descended from the air, dissipating the toxins that remained in Skin 86. "Boss, bear with me, there are too many wounds on your body!" The flames in the eye sockets of the skull jumped and jumped, as if the tragic situation of No. 86 did not make it too sad, but had some excitement.

"Shhh...... Tap, man...... Don't let me not die at the hands of the demon, but let you toss to death......" The sharp pain from the wound made No. 86 gasp, "For the master's sake, the same severe pain, can you tell me what is the difference between healing and injury?!"

"You can choose to die, trust me, I'd be happy to wait for you to come and beg me when you can't stand it. Quack ......" the skull monster said with a smile. Meanwhile, Semar, who was not far away, was amused by the strange pairing, though he still looked very weak. "Ahem, ahem...... Looks like. The days of the purge are not boring. ”

"Of course!" replied Mott, taking the moment, "because there is the great Mott!"

"Yes. That's right, it's ...... for you," 86 pouted, but he quickly remembered another question, "By the way, how is the stable? I mean, is there a ......?"

"I'm sorry, boss, no. Not a single one. The skull's voice revealed a hint of coldness, "Three grooms, a guard, and seven or eight war horses, all killed, and most of their blood was sucked out......," Mott said, "This also explains why that adult blood beast has such strength." ”

No. 86 and Semar glanced at each other and sighed silently, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little silent. Although being able to kill all those blood beasts here is already their limit. But hearing more about the victims inevitably made them feel a little uncontrollable frustration.

'We've done our best and no one can guarantee a path to victory. There will be no other casualties...... In this world, there is no perfect savior......" Mott's eyes slowly returned to their normal state, "Okay, boss, all the toxins have been expelled, and I saved your life again!"

"Thank you, Mott. 86 nodded gratefully, "By the way, don't you think it's very strange? Is the appetite of the Blood Beasts already so great?"

The mage's brow furrowed tightly. "Maybe they need a lot of blood to breed their young...... "the only thing to be thankful for." We found the dying guards at the last minute, otherwise. I'm afraid it won't be long before these young beasts will be as terrifying as that guy. The horse said, looking at the corpse of the adult blood beast.

"The problem is that we haven't found the true owners of these blood beasts until now," Number 86 said, looking at the mansion that was faintly visible outside the grove. "...... in the current state of affairs"

Before he could finish speaking, a faint cry for help came from different directions! Those sounds were so abrupt that they suddenly appeared in the dark night, like steel needles, piercing No. 86 and Semar from the ground in an instant.

"What's going on with these voices?!" Eighty-Six blurted out in shock, and he didn't even care about the wounds on his body anymore, and quickly rushed to the edge of the woods. Semar followed closely behind him, and Mott had already rushed to the high canopy, and a sense of foreboding slowly rose in everyone's hearts.

The distant cries for help became clearer, and as No. 86 stood at the edge of the woods, surveying the manor in front of him, the screams from all directions mixed with the low roar of a beast sent chills down his body. "Hell, this, this is ......" Semar, who was standing next to him, was not much better than him, his cheeks covered with cold sweat were even paler.

"Blood beasts, hordes of blood beasts!" Mott's voice was extremely anxious, "It seems that it is not that we accidentally 'discovered' the blood beasts, but that they didn't want to hide their tracks at all!" In an instant, 86 and Semar immediately understood the meaning of the skull - the blood beasts that had been hidden for more than a month were finally going to kick off the slaughter tonight.

Semar slammed his fist into the trunk of the tree in anger. "What are we going to do?!"

"Let's go! Hide in the mansion now!" Mott fell, "Fight the blood beast in the open ground, and we'll only be torn to pieces!" The skull set its eyes on the brightly lit three-story building, "Maybe we'll find reinforcements there!There is even hope of survival!Quick!Get moving, before we are besieged!"

"Wait!" Eighty-Six thought of something very important, "What about staying in the cabin Tik? What is he going to do! If we don't save him, he won't survive tonight!"

The skull was already going crazy, and rushed directly to the opposite side of No. 86. "Maybe he's been murdered! Don't say if he can survive tonight, it's us! We could all die here, you know! Boss!"

Number 86 shook his head resolutely, his eyes covered in fine bloodshots. "Even if he dies, I'll see it with my own eyes!Mott, I'm not a savior, and I can't be a savior!But if I can't save even a child, and I assume his death, I'll never be able to forgive myself!" he roared. The voice was almost hoarse.

"You're crazy! You're fucking crazy! Haven't mortal emotions faded from you! You're a purging one, you know how to purging one!" the flame in Mott's eyes burned brightly, and such a hideous scene had never been seen in this skull, which was always teasing. But it didn't keep the quarrel going. Instead, he suddenly turned to Semar. "Mage, tell me what spells you have left to use!

"Wait!" Semar immediately held the large book at his waist in his hand. Flip through it quickly. "A few fireballs, two bursting flames, a resistance force field, a flare force field, a channeling magic bullet, and a boiling blood flame......" The gilded pages kept flipping and flowing a magnificent light, "There are also a few buff spells, but none of them are of great use!

"Let's save some money, we haven't even met the Lord yet! Damn!" The skull looked in the air in the direction of the cabin, "Whatever you want to do, let's do it now, we don't have time!Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Number 86 didn't say anything more. Rushing out first, Mott and Semar followed closely behind him. It wasn't until they left the somewhat remote stables that they really felt what the manor was in chaos at the moment. Countless screams, cries for help, and the roars of blood beasts came and went, and even raging fires had ignited in some directions. The air was filled with the smell of blood, and what was even more terrifying was a stench that was stronger than the smell of blood.

In fact, the layout of the manor was very scattered, with many low-ranking servants living in the outer wooden huts, except for the mansion in the center. As you can imagine, they have become the target of the Blood Beasts, waiting for their results. There is no other possibility than death.

The three of them crossed the main road in the middle of the manor and felt in the direction of the gardener's hut. By the dim light. When No. 86 saw his cabin, he couldn't help but feel a little numb in his scalp. Five or six young beasts were gathering in the open space in front of the wooden house, gnawing on a bloody corpse, and the jet-black blood sprayed everywhere was accompanied by the sound of sharp teeth rubbing against bones, which sounded chilling to the bottom of the heart.

"Damn brutes! He's still just a kid! he's just a kid!" Eighty-Six was furious, anger gushing out of his chest, draining what little sanity he had left. I saw him roar and rush out of the bushes, casually picked up a pair of pruning shears from the clearing and slashed them at the blood beast that was eating. The sudden sound startled the young beasts lying on the corpse, but before they could react, one of them had its ribcage split open. Straight to the ground.

"Boss......" Mott roared, only to find that Semar beside him had also snatched a shovel stuck in the ground and rushed forward. Don't say number 86. Even the mage was enraged by the bloody scene, and the scene before him was a complete desecration of life. Such behavior is absolutely not allowed in the precepts of the Circle of Sanctions.

In an instant, a most brutal bloody battle broke out in the open space in front of the wooden house! Two desperate men waved the weapons in their hands and completely gave up the defense, except for the remaining few young beasts, the other young beasts hidden in the wooden house also screamed and joined the battle circle.

A puddle of viscous blood sprayed through the air with the muffled sound of shattering bones, spilling on the ground, and the sound of heavy wheezing mixed with the screams of the young beast after eating in pain, constantly tearing at the eardrums. As if they hadn't learned the meaning of fear, as long as they could move their bodies, they launched endless attacks one after another.

The stench of blood stained the weapons in the hands of 86 and Semar, and even holding the wooden handle became extremely difficult. But they didn't hesitate to move, and it was no longer clear whether it was the blood of the blood beast or their own on their blood-stained clothes. He has only one idea, smash, smash, smash, kill, until he loses his strength!

I don't know when it began, Mott closed his mouth quietly, just watching silently, and his burning eyes were filled with an inexplicable look. It remembered a phrase his master had told him many years earlier. "Sometimes, it's not necessarily cold and almost ruthless reason that can lead us to victory......," it remembered the fierce battle with the High Lord from the Burning Hell, in which it lost a lot of things......

With a muffled thud, the last cub was smashed and flew away, rolling and dragging a trail of blood on the ground. As far as the eye can see, the original open space has become a terrifying scene like the Shura field. Countless stumps, blood plasma, tendons, and the carcasses of young beasts glowed eerily in the darkness of the night.

Semar was already out of strength, gasping for breath and bracing his crumbling body with his shovel so that he wouldn't fall down immediately. For a mage, such hand-to-hand combat was obviously something that had to be avoided, but he didn't regret his choice.

On the other side, No. 86 dragged his tired steps and knelt down beside the half-cut corpse that had been gnawed. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he didn't even have the courage to raise his palm. "He, he's just a child...... "Uncontrollable tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, onto his blood-stained face, washing away a meandering tear stain.

"Boss......" Mott whispered as he floated in the air. Semar walked over and gently pressed his palm to 86's shoulder.

At that moment, there was a sudden commotion in the bushes behind the hut, as if something was about to come out of it. No. 86 and the others were shocked in their hearts, and they all stared at the direction from which the voice came from. The next moment, a small pale face poked out from between the branches. "First, sir, is that you?......" turned out to be Tik's timid voice!

For a moment, everyone's mouths grew in shock, because in such an environment, no one could have imagined that this teenage boy would be able to escape death. "Tik, Tik?!" 86's voice trembled slightly, and he hurriedly wiped it on his face and waved his hand vigorously at Tik Jr. "It's me! Come here!"

The boy's nervous face suddenly relaxed, and he quickly ran from the bushes to No. 86, grinning and crying as he ran, but he finally held back.

"Sir...... There were so many monsters, so many screams...... "Tik Jr. rushed straight into 86's arms, "What happened? Why are you covered in blood? Are you hurt?!" the boy asked, struggling to take a step back, looking at his red-stained clothes.

Number 86 decisively chose to avoid this issue. "There's no time left to explain to you, little one, we need to get out of here at once, as soon as possible!" he said, "can you still run?"

"Yes, sir. Tik nodded vigorously.

"Alright, let's go right away!" 86 stood up and looked at the young mage and Mott, "Semar, how are you doing?

"No problem, don't worry. The mage smiled affirmatively.

The skull glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "Boss, you seemed to be crying at the unknown dead corpse just now......

Number 86 listened, almost tripping over the ball of his own foot. "Can't you just let this go like this......" he glared at the snickering skull and muttered, then said solemnly, "Thank you, Mott, thank you......"

The skull following No. 86 was suddenly stunned. "Wait, wait, boss, what are you saying, I don't hear clearly, can you say it again? quack quack......

"I said, why don't you die!" said 86, looking up at Mott and whispering. Semar next to him finally couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

Tiny Tick glanced blankly at No. 86 and the strange Semar. "What are you talking about?"

"No, I'm just talking to myself!" replied 86. Soon, the group turned back into the bushes and fled away from the gardener's hut. (To be continued)