The second floor of the room, which was full of artworks, has now been semi-forcibly turned into a battlefield.

The few fluorite lamps that fell to the ground in the commotion were still waving their normal functions, and I don't know who kicked them, and the fluorite lamps rolled on the ground. The scattered light sources make the lighting in the house completely chaotic, and the frantic light and shadow are intertwined, reflecting the already chaotic situation in the house dazzlingly.

The artwork inside the room is animated by some unknown power, perhaps some unknown spell. The stiff statue stiffens and moves towards the unwelcome who steps into the house, and the monster in the picture comes to life, and the body of an unknown material sticks out of the painting, twitching wildly.

The status quo is not good for Curt's side, especially after the team has been forcibly closed and divided into several weak parts. They are indeed experts at fighting against humans or common monsters, but they may not be able to deal with these unknown monsters.

Curt peeked behind him at the guards who were still entangled with the monsters flying out of the artwork, the neat and orderly formation had been disrupted by the monsters that rushed out of the frame. It is not expected that the things that are expressed in the annoying artwork are not only in the frame.

The Mechanic's Gun, as the greatest means of attack, has been deprived of the chaotic situation, and its own personnel are entangled with the enemy, so they can only choose hand-to-hand combat in order to avoid accidental damage. This makes the guards quite passive, and it is extremely dangerous to use human flesh and monsters in close melee combat. Especially Grossted, who had given Curt the spare dagger earlier, was beating a winged monster flying out of the frame with his fist.

Leaning closer to Beate, who was about to shoot with a mechanic's gun, Curt whispered, "Beat, you go and help Second Officer Grostide first." Remember. Don't get entangled with those monsters, just rush over and burn those paintings in the hallway. Then bring out the others who were trapped in the house. ”

With that, Curt took a step forward and stood in front of the humanoid monster that had already stood up. The monster hunched over, its claws sticking out from its back rubbing against each other. I don't care who my opponent is. From the tips of those hooks dripped, dark sewage fell to the floor, leaving speckled trails.

Beate didn't say anything, he knew that Curt was better at close combat than him, and this division of labor was quite correct. He nodded, leaving a sentence of "Then how careful you are." He hurried into the middle of the hallway, which was already in disarray. His colleagues are fretting with more and more monsters.

Curt looked at his opponent. The monster slumped around and clumsily approached Curt. Its wrinkled face is no longer able to distinguish its facial features, and it may have lost most of its sensory functions...... Despite this, there is not the slightest pause in its actions.

Click, click......

Rotting limbs ran over the hallway floor, leaving long trails of water in their wake. Compared to the sluggish lower limbs. The tentacles poking out from behind twitched rapidly. It's like a different creature from the lower half of its body, and its randomly swinging hooks draw irregular trajectories in the air.

"I'm sorry, it's not going to work. ”

Curt half-jokingly greeted the roaming monster, responding to his on-the-radar attack as a matter of course. From behind the rotten limbs, four or five hooked claws shot out, stabbing at Curt from different directions, sealing most of his evasive angles.

But Curt didn't intend to shy away from it.

Keng――

With a soft sound, the police dagger was pulled out of its sheath by Curt. The simple-shaped blade reflects a sharp cold light in the thin dim light.

Curt's previously lazy and vacant eyes finally fluctuated slightly, and in his vision, the trajectory of the galloping hook was clearly discerning. A little ember-like light flickered in the dark eyes like silt, giving people the illusion of the dead being pulled up by the last shred of hope.

The hook swept quickly, but Curt reacted faster, facing the direction of the hook that was rushing in the chest, Curt held his hands on the short knife and swung the first knife.

Poof!

The rotten water and pieces of flesh were sliced open by the blade. Erupting from the incision of the hook.

Curt stabbed the hook through the base of the hook with just the right amount of slash, sending the blade into the muscular gap. The tentacle attached to the hook has no skeletal structure that prevents the blade from propulsion. The sturdy and sharp police knife easily tore through the gap, and in the blink of an eye, it was cut in two.

One hit. Never stay.

After this severed tentacle, there were also a few hooks that had locked him, and Curt naturally wouldn't wait for them to rush over. He took a swift step, and swung another knife in the same way, and the tentacles that had no way to change the trajectory of the attack were immediately cut again.

The blade flickered, and the tentacles that tried to attack Curt fell victim to the short knife in his hand. Swift footsteps guided the blade's direction, and Curt walked through the attacking tentacles with a paradoxical step, and with each swing, a rotten hook was bound to be cut off by him.

Striding into the attack of the meteor, Curt rushed towards the monster, and the short knife changed in his hand, connecting into a flickering sword shadow. Curt's figure is ghostly, and with each shot, the blade tears off the flesh of his enemies, and when he dives into the arms of his enemies, the short knife pecks at the monster's throat like a bird's beak.

Boom -

A sudden jolt slowed Curt's attack, and the result of the shaky foothold was that the gouge from the short knife failed to accurately hit the monster's throat, but only stabbed into the arm it used to block. The short knife instantly ripped off a large piece of rotting flesh, spurting a large amount of rotten water from the wound.

――What is the cause of this tremor?

Curt drew his dagger back, and a few simple steps back widened the distance between him and the monster.

Perhaps because the body was split by Curt with a knife, the monster also seemed to feel pain. Instead of continuing to pursue the retreating Curt, it staggered back a few steps. The folds that covered his face were hula and fanned, and the holes hidden behind the folds were spitting out stale air.

Some parts of its body are almost semi-fluid, and some of the * things are showing white bones after they fall. Although I haven't felt it, the feeling of peeling off the flesh is unbearable to think about. How could a monster who didn't care about the natural collapse of his body retreat because of a few knife wounds.

Curt suddenly stopped, he had managed to slash most of the hook on the enemy's back in this attack, and now only the base of the tentacle was gray and retracted back. A sticky liquid dripped from the area cut off by Curt, and the liquid dripped onto the ground, leaving a thick, phlegm-like residue.

The sticky liquid had an oily viscous feel that had been applied to the blade when Curt slashed the monster with the short knife just now, staining the short knife as if it were mold. Curt, who intuitively felt that these filths were not easy to clean, began to have a headache as to how to compensate Grostide.

Curt alerted the monster, which was still slightly humanoid, and moved to the side of the stairs, and did not continue the pursuit. His purpose was not to kill the monster, but to block its attack, and now that it had begun to retreat, Curt did not pursue it exhaustively, but stuck to the place where it had stood.

It's not that they don't want to pursue, after all, it's a delay, and it doesn't say that they can't annihilate the other party. It's just that the action pattern of this monster has not yet been figured out, and Curt is unwilling to act rashly. A threat that can be ignored when you have only one of you, you have to be cautious when you have a teammate behind you.

Rumble!

At the other end of the hallway, Grostide had just knocked the monster to the ground with his fist, and he was about to make up for it with his feet, but something was burning not far behind him. After a while, the monster that was still fluttering suddenly stopped moving, and its body began to burn from the edge, and finally disintegrated into flying ashes.

Only then did he notice that Beate had set fire to the painting that had fallen to the ground with a lighter, and the dry canvas was burning so fast that it would burn out in a few moments. The monsters that burst out of the paintings did not escape the flames, and the world they appeared in was wiped out with it.

Seeing that the monsters around them who were still showing off their might not long ago were engulfed in flames, the guards regrouped. Grostide scattered the little embers that were still scattered on his body, and told the guards to break through the closed door and immediately go to support his men who were still struggling to support behind the door.

Curt also felt the light and heat of the flames burning behind him, and the sound of something burning together. During the time he was entangled with the monster, Beate had managed to burn all the paintings that released the monster, and the security officer, who had recovered from the chaos, had reorganized order and began to rescue his colleagues trapped in various rooms.

"Leinster, are you alright?"

It was only then that Grostide noticed that Curt was still confronting the monster that had jumped from the attic. The monster with a few tentacles severed still retreated to the stairs to catch its breath, and Curt still held the short knife at his waist in both hands, his eyes locked on the enemy.

"No problem, just your knife is a little dirty. ”

Curt's voice was relaxed, but he still didn't look back. Grostide looked across the empty hallway, and saw that the dagger he had lent Curt was already covered in the slime from the monster. You don't have to think about it to know how many times this knife has already beckoned that monster.

Boom Boom

There was another shake, this time the shock was stricter than the previous ones, and the guards who had just regrouped were shaken again. Not confined to the second floor, Curt felt that the whole house was shaking, the building structure could no longer support it, and the mournful sound of materials could be heard everywhere.

"Be careful!"

The cracking sound continued, and Curt hurriedly reminded his companions behind him to watch their feet. The tremors were unlike anything they had ever done before, and the building looked like it was almost overwhelmed.

Click!

Suddenly, right in front of Curt, the building was torn in half. Dark green plants protruded from the collapsed walls, and the huge vines swept past the wheezing monster, crushing it to pieces.

This is the culprit that shook the house, a behemoth plant. (To be continued).

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