It had not been a quarter of an hour since the order was given, and all the guards Grostide had sent had returned, and several of them had suffered some minor injuries.

Apparently, they, like the garrisons in various parts of the city, were attacked by the enemy, and before they could prepare for a counterattack, some were wounded. But instead of rushing back to the armoured car, they returned to the armored vehicle on Grostede's orders.

The attackers broke away immediately after the first blow and fled away from the avenue - the attackers clearly wanted to lead them into a larger ambush. The officers immediately took their wounded companions and fought back to where Grostide was.

Perhaps because the guards were unwilling to go deep alone, the monsters in the darkness all rushed out, chasing the retreating target with their teeth and claws. The vanguards are still the little monsters they saw in the Eye of Truth stronghold, but today they have all changed into black metal armor and weapons in their hands that look good, and they look completely different from the rabble they have seen before.

Weapons the size of short swords for humans were held in one hand, and their bodies were almost completely obscured by small round shields covered with a thin layer of iron plates. The black armor seemed to Curt like an ornament designed for the four dolls, but it looked quite appropriate to wear on them.

Not only in terms of equipment, but the aura they exude as a whole is different, Curt has never seen a little monster rush to the enemy so fearlessly when there is no persecution from a superior individual. The mechanics in the hands of the guards opened fire continuously, but the attackers who followed behind them did not flinch.

The little monsters rushed towards the guards without fear of death, but they were easily shot by the ammunition filled with magic power. It fell like wheat was harvested. Their equipment may be able to protect them from some cold weapons, but they are useless in the face of the mechanic.

But that didn't shake their array. Even if your companion keeps falling, there will always be a new little monster to fill the gap. The little monsters shot by the guards quickly crumbled into black muddy residues. It then melts into their bodies when they are stepped on.

Behind the shield wall of these small monsters, there were several barely humanoid silhouettes, slowly moving in the backlight. The bodies of these little monsters have also been modified by the spell of Sain Democra - perhaps they themselves are the product of some kind of spell.

But it was the figures that came out of the shadows that drew more attention to their clothing, as if they were human not so long ago. They were the ones who attacked the guards, but now they seemed to have little energy, as if they had been exhausted by the encounter they had just struck.

It's just that it was "not so long ago", and they definitely can't be described as "human" at this moment. The alien bodies were twisted like the man, and the altered bodies without any consideration for rationality made their bloated bodies look quite incongruous.

"Are these guys human-turned-monsters just like that man, or are there any chances of them being rescued?"

Grostide gritted his teeth in exasperation. "Damn what the hell is the madman who made this situation thinking!" Sacrificing so many people just for his own selfish purposes, this guy is doing worse than all the criminals I've faced before. ”

Grostide glared at the approaching enemy and asked the retreating guards to load the wounded into the armored vehicles, but did not immediately order his guards to open fire. Now they all have more or less human characteristics on their bodies, and one of them even has only a human appearance of a "beast" with a human head, and if they shoot them directly without judgment, they may not only kill innocent people by mistake, but also may let go of the information that should have been in their hands.

Perhaps after being seriously injured, they will regain their original consciousness like the man, but all that remains of their bloodthirsty eyes in the darkness is their animal nature. Reason has no chance of being with them. I'm afraid that only shackles and cages can calm them down.

The figures approached slowly, and the rags wrapped around them were ragged clothes, vaguely visible as they were torn as they changed size. Judging from the details, it seems that they are just some ordinary regular clothes. I don't see anything special about them, and their owners should be just ordinary citizens.

Where had they been hiding to avoid the first search by the guards? The nearby streets had been cleared by the guards, but they seemed to have grown out of the ground. Attack the garrison from the shadows of the streets.

"I've heard someone say that the whole of a human being can be divided into two parts -- the so-called body and soul. If you divide it carefully. The soul can be divided into many parts besides thinking and memory, and many things in the body, especially the brain, can also affect the nature of the 'soul'. The mind, in particular, is the most susceptible, or the mind in general. ”

Curt said as he reminisced, and the "someone" he was talking about was naturally Lizzie, who was now looking through Curt's eyes at what was happening at the scene, so she casually answered Grostede's question. However, she doesn't seem to take into account the receptivity of ordinary people to spell theories, so much so that both Curt and Grosteld, who are in charge of paraphrasing, are confused.

"I understand every word you say, but I can't figure it out when you put them together. Grostide smiled wryly and said to Curt, "Actually, Leinster, I dare say you've only listened to the rough idea, and you don't know what 'someone' is talking about." ”

He ordered his men who had already returned to help their companions who were still on the way, and the little monster that followed them was a more immediate threat than the slow-moving figures. Their fearlessness symbolizes the charge ahead, and the magic bullets of the mechanic's guns can only slow down the speed of action slightly.

"To put it simply, those who are still mutating have been eroded by abnormal magic in both body and soul, and it is estimated that they are all hopeless. And in my experience of fighting that man, if they don't do more damage than they can recover, the darkness will continue to erode their bodies, causing their ** to continue to mutate until they become the beast-like appearance just now. ”

With that, Curt immediately grabbed a wrench from Grostide and smashed it into the darkness in front of him with all his might. The cold piece of metal came out of his hand, swirling in the air, and in an instant it penetrated into the darkness of the street corner a little farther away, making a violent collision sound.

Roar -

It sounded like a person howling hoarsely, and I could faintly hear some indistinguishable words mixed in. A long, distorted shadow fell from the darkness that Curt had smashed, and the wrench pierced directly through its chest, and large strands of darkness erupted.

Suddenly, the silence around him boiled over, and there seemed to be a huge number of shadows dancing in the darkness. They blended in almost perfectly with the surrounding landscape, and they had been lurking in the shadows until now, approaching the armored vehicle, which was like an assassin in the dark.

The sluggish monsters are just a façade, and the real killers set up by Sain Democlera are these eerie shadows. They looked like deliberately elongated human shadows, with sharp claws on what should have been hands, like a sword with its tip split into several sections.

"Hey, you guys come back quickly!"

Feeling uneasy, Grostide immediately set up his heavy mechanic and ordered his guards to aim at the shadows floating in the darkness.

The sound of the mechanic's guns firing blended into the sound of firefights throughout the city, and the bullets fired instantly lit up the streets shrouded in darkness. The retreating guards also increased their movements, and under the cover of their companions' fire, they no longer had to fight the enemy behind them.

Soon, after Grostide gave the order to open fire, the officers who had been sent to investigate everywhere returned to the area around the armored vehicle. Like the companions who came back before, they were all more or less injured, but fortunately they didn't have enough to affect their movements.

Behind them, in addition to an endless stream of small monsters, more than a dozen figures followed, swaying slightly in the dim light. They were surrounded, and Sein Democlave had clearly given them the most care - and there were many shadows dancing in the shadows.

There were quite a few enemies, and while none of them could compare to the man who died here, the garrison was less than a tenth of a dozen of the humanoid monsters that were still mutating. With sheer numbers, the best option for the garrison may be to retreat, and entangled in them is only self-defeating.

However, all the roads that allow armored vehicles to pass are blocked by small monsters, and it is difficult to get through Guò directly. Indeed, even when heavily armed, the little monsters pose no threat to the guards - yet the path they block with their bodies as "walls" does not allow the enemy to move forward.

"Curt, it looks like you've been discovered, and what you've got in your hands is of great value to that madman. Lizzie burst into a burst of laughter, her sharp laughter filled with sarcasm, "We're approaching you now, try not to let these guards die." ”

Reinforcements from the academy were on their way, and it seemed that this should be considered good news. Looking at the figures approaching from a distance, Curt couldn't help but laugh, if necessary, I'm afraid he would have to sit on the armored car and run over these enemies. (To be continued......)