The search scene was almost a mess.

The reporters who remained at the scene of the search were the biggest source of confusion, and the vast majority of the flies were in a mess as if their heads had been pulled off. The bold ones were eager to go to the place where the sound came from to get first-hand information, but the timid ones were already in a hurry and didn't know what to do.

At this time, Grostide was still mobilizing spare manpower to carry out the work. He commanded his staff in a loud voice, deciding on their area of responsibility. Several squads of armed security officers, armed with heavy protective gear, were already in armored vehicles ready to support the spearmen.

"Leonster, you go over and help first!"

Grostide shouted to Curt and asked him to lead each team of independent mercenaries to support the Lancers, but Curt was also powerless about this. The undisciplined independent mercenaries had already rushed to the place where the spearmen were engaged in battle, without informing him in advance.

In this incident, although Curt had the title of "Field Head of the Mercenary Management Office" on her head, few mercenaries were willing to deal with her at all. These independent mercenaries only use the Management Service as a platform for the management of the task cloth and do not actually buy his account.

Curt had long been accustomed to the disobedience of these mercenaries, and after a long sigh, he had no choice but to get into the guards' car and go to the scene. The sound of the mechanic's bang kept coming, the noise gradually approached, and the foreheads of the group were covered with oozing sweat.

Suddenly, a black shadow suddenly came out of the side of the road, and the guard officer who was driving the car subconsciously pulled down the handbrake of the vehicle, accompanied by the sound of "squeak-!" The vehicle turned a strange trail on the dirt road, avoiding the black shadow that suddenly appeared in front of them.

The young security officer sitting next to Curt almost bit his tongue during the emergency braking just now. Now that he finally eased up, he immediately sat down, pulled out the mechanic gun he was wearing from his waist, and said inarticulately: "What are you doing...... Could it be a monster?"

"Put your gun away, it's not a monster," Curt pressed his hand, hoping he would calm down, "It's a member of the Spearmen, he seems to be injured." ”

Under the light in front of the vehicle, a young man fell to the ground. The pikemen's uniform on his body was almost shattered into strips of cloth, and the smudges of massive bleeding stained his clothes. Through his clothes, he could see that there were many lacerations on his body, and the front half of his arm was torn off.

"Uh-huh...... Officer?" The injured young man was still unconscious, he clutched his wound and screamed, trying to sit himself up, "You're coming too slowly. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you're badly hurt. The security officer, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned around and told him to shut up, while the rest of the group lifted him into the car, "You guys come in that direction, and I'll take him to the hospital." Be prepared, that monster doesn't seem to be easy to deal with!"

With that, he moved the vehicle and carried the wounded away.

Quack, ah, ah, ah-

The sound of the monster's roar came from afar, and it was even more terrifying than when Curt had confronted him before. The cry was so loud that it sounded like a thunderclap out of thin air. The roar was chilling, and the few security officers standing on the side couldn't help but shiver.

There was also the sound of mechanics ringing one after another nearby, Arthur's battle with the target was not over. It is unknown how many wounded have been in the previous battle, and now the Lancers may have been in a situation where they had to fight it. If the refueling tactics continue, the situation is likely to worsen.

The leading security officer looked anxious, and he raised his weapon and beckoned to his colleagues standing beside him: "Let's go! we must ...... before more wounded people appear."

But before he could finish speaking, Curt interrupted him. I saw Curt shout "Get out of the way!" and rushed forward, knocking into the security officer who was standing in the backward position of the young man of the spear team in front of him. Before the middle-aged security officer could react, he was knocked aside in surprise.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh -

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and several iron bones about an arm's length flew out of the tent in the night. The black metal stained with a lavender stain was nailed straight into the ground. A fishy smell emanated from the iron bones that had been corroded to the point where they could not be seen in their original appearance.

The guard looked at the iron bones stuck in the ground and muttered to Curt, "Thank you...... You saved my life, or I'm doomed......"

"If you want to say thank you, it's not too late to wait for the incident to be over," turning around, Curt pulled out the long knife at his waist and looked at the direction where the iron bone was flying, "The other party is already here." ”

Quack, ah, ah, ah-

A terrible howl exploded in the extreme distance, and a huge black shadow about a story high appeared before everyone's eyes. It was only in the moonlight that Curt saw the monster - it had grown in size, but Curt was sure that the enemy in front of him was the monster he had seen that night.

It still supported its body with its thick forelimbs, and its thin body, which was as thin as it had that night, was full of large mouths, and many fine sharp teeth were hidden in it. Strangely, its body seemed to be partially covered in jet-black clay at this time, and its distorted body showed a strange sense of expansion.

Several stout "skeletons" protruded from this strange torso, stretching crookedly and wantonly. On closer inspection, you can barely see that these are over-corroded pieces of metal, and like the ones that flew at you, they are all stained with rancid sludge.

As the size expanded, the huge forelimbs were further enlarged. It is like a huge rock block, and you can feel its quality and hardness just by looking at it. Look at the originally thin lower limbs, in order to support the weight of the whole body, it is also stretched thickly.

In just one day, the monster had grown so big that Curt couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at it closely, only to notice that most of the tissues that made up the monster's body were black solidified earth, especially the limbs, which were almost all made up of cemented rocks.

Huge monsters can show great oppressive power just by standing here. Like the legendary giant who was the enemy of the gods, it roared angrily with its wide mouth, swinging its thick limbs to send all the plants and trees that stood in its way fly.

The guards took advantage of the monster's slow movement to move closer, and they drew their rifles and loaded them with high-powered magic bullets to shoot at it. With a few thuds, several magic bullets dragged their pale blue shimmering tails and shot at the monster's twisted head with unmistakable accuracy.

The Dominion strictly controls the equipment carried by armed groups, and the militia units of civil society can only use civilian-grade weapons. The mechanics used by the garrison officers are slightly larger than those equipped by the spearmen, and the ammunition they can shoot is more powerful than ordinary civilian-grade projectiles.

These highly-condensed nucleus projectiles are so powerful that they can easily lift the steel-solid shell behind the rock crab that boasts of its defensive capabilities. However, after they hit the monster's head, there was no image of it blowing up its head as expected.

It strode towards the harassing security officer, its colossal body unfazed by the mechanic's round-robe. Seeing the monster raise its forearms in a large upper section while rushing forward, Curt secretly said in his heart: "Don't be stunned, disperse quickly! Keep a distance from it and suppress it with fire!"

The guards don't have much contact with the monsters, and they don't know how they move. However, they are quick to respond to instructions and trust Curt's judgment as an experienced mercenary. Before Curt could finish speaking, the men hurriedly dispersed from where they had first stood.

It was too late, but the guards had scattered for a moment, and the monster's forelimbs, which looked like giant stone pillars, sliced through the air with great speed and slammed into the ground in front of Curt.

Rumble!

The earth cracked, and the crumbling earth and stones rolled up like a dust storm, and the smoke and dust almost obscured his eyes. The air in front of Curt distorted, and the shaking caused by the previous heavy blow made people unsteady on their feet, and the security officer who had not run far almost fell on his heels.

It's really as powerful as his size, Curt couldn't help but pout.

Now it may be enough to shatter the armor of the regular car that took a lot of effort to lift before, and if nothing else, it can also smash the regular car protected by the armor flattened. If the monster he encountered last night was what it is now, Curt would not have been confident that he would have rescued the driver.

At the same time, he noticed that the monster's blow was not aimed at him, it was just trying to retaliate against the guards who kept attacking it. In fact, even now, the monster still didn't pay attention to Curt in front of it, but stared left and right at the scattered security officers.

Quack, ah, ah, ah-

Maybe it was a missed hit, and now the target is scattered and continues to harass, and the monster suddenly becomes furious. It uses its legs as support, and its forearms are wide open, and its random attacks are difficult to hit the guards who are shooting from a distance, and it only unilaterally exerts pressure on its surroundings.

Rumble!

A cone-shaped projectile sinks into the monster's right arm and bursts open. The blast ripped open a portion of the crust that covered the forearm, revealing the pulsating sludge underneath.

"Get out of the way!

Curt turned his head to see Arthur Dowwin approaching with his spearmen's team 6, divided into several squads to join the battle, shooting at the monster from all angles. The firepower under the multi-angle cross-attack was greatly increased, but the wound was quickly filled with sticky dirt.

The battle continued, and Curt didn't feel that his own side, which was superior in numbers, had an advantage.

Dozens of people besieged a giant monster, and the monster was almost undamaged under the dense fire, which was really unimaginable on a normal day.

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