"Lord God above, what the hell is this?!" Sovereign muttered as he looked at the figures who had rushed out of the quagmire in shock. Not only him, but everyone in the battle circle will have the same problem. Even Gadore, who had just been full of hideousness, changed his expression, opened his mouth wide, and looked at this group of strange visitors in a daze.

It's not any kind of creature in the sense of it, or even in a midnight nightmare, you can't see such a terrifying figure. The black mud that flowed up and down their bodies constituted their massive bodies, three or four adults tall with a small head disproportionate to their body on top of it, and a pair of dark yellow round eyes embedded in it were radiating a crazy light. Their limbs were thick, and their fists like stone hammers were raised above their heads, spilling mud like rain.

The shock of the crowd quickly turned into a wail of fear in the sound of the rapidly falling wind of the monsters, and their huge bodies stopped in the air for a moment before smashing down on the riders on the periphery of the battle circle.

In an instant, the whole land trembled, and in the deafening sound of landing, many riders who could not avoid it could not wait for a cry for help, and were trampled under the feet of the monsters with men and horses. Splashes of muddy water mixed with grass clippings, as well as the blood of horses and riders, sprayed into the air.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ......Roar, Roar, Roar, T

The thick blood seemed to make the monsters even more crazy, and they smashed their arms to the ground and shouted at the crowd on the spot, as if to announce that they were the masters of the land.

In the face of the real killing, everyone in the field finally came back to their senses in their pale faces. There was almost no warning, and the entire battle circle was instantly chaotic. The riders from Kugir ran in all directions crying and shouting, to hell with the wine and the women, and the gold coins. In the face of death, all the benefits promised by the sheriff have become the most ironic joke, after all, even if you don't have your life, what's the use of giving you everything?

But the monsters in the swamp clearly did not want to let go of these rare toys in front of them, and they strode towards the riders on horseback. The huge fist with the strong wind swung out, smashing puffs of blood mist and the sound of bones shattering, and many of the guards who had been lifted to the ground were trampled into crimson flesh before they could get up.

There were even horses and riders who were kicked into the air with great force, and before they could land, they were caught by another monster and torn in half in a series of terrifying tearing sounds, and thick blood sprayed and fell into the monster's pitch-black mouth. Then, these lifeless corpses will be thrown around like rag bags.

The screams, cries, and cries for help, along with the wanton flow of blood, the corpses scattered everywhere, and the excited roars of the monsters, mingled together, depicting a veritable human purgatory in this land entwined with white mist.

Gadore struggled to get up from the ground, looking embarrassed as he had just escaped death from the monster's feet. The original neat armor was covered with dark red mud, and his expression no longer had the honor of the past, only the twisted and hideous end of the road.

The sheriff looked at the scene around him and knew very well in his heart that everything was over. His plan is over, the pursuit that has been running for a whole day is over, and even the opportunity that has already been obtained, which can make him soar into the sky, is also over. But he was not willing to let this fail, he could hear the voice in his heart - never!

At this moment, someone suddenly grabbed the sheriff's shoulder, and Gadore was startled, picked up his long sword and turned around to stab it, but found that it was his own adjutant. "Great, sir...... Run!" Finn's face was covered with muddy water, "Get out, we can still survive, or there is only one way to die!"

Gadore roared and grabbed Finn by the neckline. "Escape, tell me, what else do we have if we escape?!" his expression distorted like a devil in hell, the former sheriff has become a gambler who has lost everything, and the only thing left is downright madness. "Just go back to Kugil! For the sake of the Lord God! Except for the mess left behind by the riots at the city gates, the dead and wounded riders, and the quick accountability of the lord! What do we have? Nothing!

Finn's face was pale, he was already frightened by his immediate superior, and if it was possible, he had no doubt that if he said another "no", the other party would kill him immediately. "Your Excellency...... You, you mean ......"

"That's enough!" Gadore yelled, pushing Finn aside, "Gather all the stumps!Running around like a headless fly will only make you die faster!" He searched for Soveran and the others in the chaos with his eyes, "Even if they die, they can't get out of here alive!

"Yes, sir!" replied Finn at once.

At the same time, Sovereign and the others on the other side of the battlefield also fell into an extremely dangerous situation. Thomas and the others were united, his horse had long since died at the hands of the monster, and if he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been dead by now.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the attention of this group of monsters is attracted by the fleeing riders, and they don't really care about this small group of real fugitives. Or, this group of monsters knows that these humans without mounts will not be able to escape from their palms after all.

"Where's Paislin?" Tandra, holding his greatsword aloft, led the crowd behind him to slowly move towards the periphery, they hadn't yet made head-on contact with the monster. If possible, it's best never to have contact, "Thomas, do you see Peslin?"

Thomas shook his head. "It's so messy, I just remember that Peslin was behind me when the monster appeared," he recalled as best he could, "and after that, it wasn't clear at all." ”

"We need to get out of here quickly!" said Old Sean, holding Kuhl, "and when these monsters have killed all the fleeing riders, it will be our turn!"

Sovereign looked around in the chaos of the battlefield, anxiously searching for traces of Paislin, and finally, he spotted the familiar figure in the crowd. At the same time, he immediately understood why Paislin didn't come to join him.

Paislin was crouched on horseback and running at high speed, and behind him, a tall mud monster was roaring and in hot pursuit. Countless pieces of dirt kicked up by the giant fist were scattered into the air behind him, and as the horse deftly changed lines, Paislin narrowly and narrowly avoided one deadly attack after another.

Suddenly, the monster chasing after Peslin roared, as if tired of this game of cat and mouse, and leaped into the air, pressing down on Peslin's thin figure.

"Hell!" Peslin cursed, and immediately urged his horse forward.

But soon, with a terrifying bang, the monster slammed into the ground behind Paislin. In an instant, the entire ground was lifted, and the tremendous force of the impact pushed countless pieces of dirt, along with Paislin and his warhorse, into the air.

With a bang, Paislin and his horse flipped and fell to the ground, the earth falling from the sky directly on top of him. "Paislin!" Sovereign roared, breaking away from the crowd and rushing forward, he did not allow the people around him to die in front of him again, and he had nothing to do but grieve.

The monster that had struck the blow roared excitedly, its eyes glinting with bloodthirsty light, and it wanted to smash its prey not far away to death.

Paislin shook his head in the dirt and struggled to get up, but found that his left leg was crushed by the war horse, and seeing that the monster was getting closer and closer to him, he yelled at Soveland, who was rushing towards him, "Don't come!

Instead of speaking, Solweran rushed to him, grabbed Paislin's arms, and pulled him out of the mound with all his strength. At that moment, the monster's fist smashed down with a fierce wind, and Peslin's horse died in front of them with a wail, and the blood splattered Sovereign's face.

The "Roaring ......" monster seemed to be enraged by the sudden appearance of Soveland, and it supported its huge body with its arms and roared loudly at the two small people in front of it.

A violent sound mixed with a foul smell spewed across Soveland's face, but instead of backing down, he rushed forward with his sword. A huge fist slammed down from the top of his head, and Sovereign rolled forward, burrowing under the monster's crotch with a crash behind him.

The huge body slowed the monster's speed, and before the monster could turn around, Soveran had already taken advantage of the momentum and slashed his sword at the monster's left leg.

Without the obstacle he had imagined, the long sword in Sovilan's hand slashed through a round of silver light quickly and quickly, as if cutting into a puddle of soft earth, instantly severing the monster's left leg.

"Roar...... The monster that had lost its support roared and fell to its knees, and Sovereign violently kicked the monster's back, rushing up with all his might, and did not stop until he stepped on the monster's shoulder. Dodging the monster's non-stop turn at his arm, Soviran roared and stabbed the monster in the head with his sword in his hand.

With a "poof", the sharp sword stabbed straight in, and the next moment, the monster's head suddenly exploded, and the foul-smelling mud sprayed into Soveland's face. However, the expected scene of the monster falling did not happen, and the wound after the explosion kept spewing mud, and finally, a hideous gap was directly opened.

Inside the crack, a dark black spirit, as if trapped in the mud in chains, suddenly burst out of the monster's back and rushed towards Soviran.

"Hell!" Sovereign exclaimed, and immediately jumped off the monster, he didn't expect that there would be an evil spirit trapped in the monster's muddy body.

"In the name of order!!," Old Sean raised his fist and roared loudly at the evil spirit on the monster's back. With his voice, a bright golden light smashed into the evil spirit from the sky, and dark golden runes burst out from the shattered golden flames.

"Ahhh......h It writhed on the monster's back, thick smoke wafting through it, and against the backdrop of this smoke, you could faintly see the shimmering red chains bound to its body.

Another figure rushed forward, and the golden light that flowed from Tandra's body left a series of dazzling afterimages in the air, and with a loud bang, the monster was knocked out by Tandra, rolling on the ground, and raising a cloud of dirt.

Everything in front of him was far beyond everyone's imagination, Tandra had a sense of foreboding in his heart, he nodded to the panting Soveland, turned to old Sean and the others and said, "We better ...... quickly"

Before he could finish speaking, a more terrible, or rather angry, howl erupted from the monster that was lying on the ground. I saw that the monster that had been knocked out by Tandra used its arms to prop up its broken limbs, and the black evil spirit stared at Soveran and the others with its empty eyes, and little by little, it re-sank into the body made of mud.

The next moment, the muddy water in the quagmire around the monster seemed to come alive, spurting out of the quagmire, hovering in the air, forming several jet-black water columns, converging on the monster's body. Almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, the monster's left leg regrows, the crack on its back slowly heals, and finally, when the small dark yellow eyes open again on its mud-covered head, Sovereign and the others saw the strongest killing intent inside.

"Run!" Soveland's voice was quickly drowned out by the monster's louder roar.

With the roar of the resurrected monster, all the other monsters gave up their prey and rushed towards Soveran and the others, all the lives in front of them were dying in the blood that spilled in front of them.

At the same time, Gadore's eyes lit up. "Here's our chance!" he whispered to Finn, who was beside him, and to the seven or eight men who had just gathered.

Seeing the many monsters rushing towards him getting closer and closer, the hearts of Soviran and the others instantly fell to the valley. Anyone knows that they don't want to outrun these monsters on this land. It has been proven that these monsters do not know what kind of creation, and they cannot be killed at all.

Sovereign clenched his sword and stood beside Tandra, behind them, Thomas holding the wounded Paislin on his shoulder, and Shaun Sr. supporting Kull. At this moment, no one speaks, let alone complains about the unfairness of fate, or the attachment to life. Yes, there is an end to escape after all, and if this end will be the moment when life dissipates, there is no fear in their eyes, only determination.

The earth trembled slightly under his feet, and the roars of the monsters grew louder and louder, and Soveran whispered to his companions, "Thank you...... Everybody. It is my greatest privilege to walk with you, Lord God......"

At that moment, a jet-black arrow flew out of the mist behind them, over their heads, and shot at the monster that was rushing wildly with a gray-white trail.

"Puff ......"

After a series of dull sounds, the jet-black feathered arrows sank into the monsters' massive bodies. The next moment, as if fiery iron bars pierced into the solidified butter, in a cloud of boiling smoke, the monsters stopped and wailed loudly, as if they had encountered the deadliest nemesis.

Without the slightest breath, another feathered arrow was fired, and the monstrous monsters succumbed. They roared in terror and fled, leaping back into the thick mire, splashing up a cloud of mud like rain.

Shocked by the reoccurrence, Sovereign jerked back in the direction where the arrows had flew, and in the gray-white mist, he could vaguely see a group of figures on horseback. "Hell...... What kind of trouble are we getting into again?" he said with a wry smile, "Well, it's better to be a human than a monster......"

Tandra's brows tightened together, and when he saw the first black banner to appear in the mist, the commander of the garrison, who had never changed color in the face of death, suddenly opened his mouth in shock. Then, in a solemn tone, he whispered, "You're wrong, they're the bigger trouble......"