When the humanoid monster in front of him was thrown by Lanen, the huge impact force basically caused its back to plow a furrow on the extremely humid ground.

Eventually, when it grabbed and stood up, it was still carrying damp clods of dirt in its hands, and it was scattered in all directions.

"Roar!"

The large mouth that could bite the human skull when opened roared, but the sound was strange, as if it was using the human vocal structure to imitate the roar of a wolf.

The people in this convoy were all organized by Archbishop Klimt, and the level was not bad.

Even believers who can't fight have at least the consciousness that they won't cause chaos for the combatants.

Therefore, when Lan En threw the monster into the range of the camp's fire, the nearby worshippers and maggots with hoods immediately scattered to the side.

The soldiers who were wandering and patrolling here immediately drew their weapons and looked at the monster with vigilance.

It's just that with ordinary enemies, they will start a confrontation with the opponent for a period of time, which is used to observe the enemy's posture and weaknesses.

This monster is simply a veritable mad dog!

Without observation or hesitation, all it seems to have in its head is to keep attacking and destroying.

"Woohoo!"

The arms that naturally hung down and could hold their ankles waved wildly.

In the brief contact with Lan En just now, the brute force that was subdued by the skill was fully displayed at this time.

"Bang".

The thin, blood-stained arm, with its claws smashing against the shields of the surrounding warriors, made a sound like a war hammer!

The warrior with the shield obviously didn't expect that the opponent's strength and attack range would be so large, and the attack speed would be so abrupt.

Holding a irise-shaped shield, he was directly hammered away while holding the shield!

The warrior's eyes widened under his helmet, and his hands were squeezed between the shield and torso, and the shape was distorted.

In the same vein as the monster that was thrown away by Lann, the warrior tumbled on the wet ground with clods of dirt and mud dots, and finally crashed into the formation of the people around him, and fell to the edge of the carriage of the archbishop and the goddess.

Archbishop Klimta frowned, and his lips pursed under his white beard, looking very dissatisfied.

It's just a mess of people turning their backs.

The enemy's attack was frequent, swift and swift, and after smashing the warrior into the air, several more fighters were knocked out at almost the same time.

In all directions of the camp.

Some of them were not smashed into the air, but only staggered, rolled and crawled to the ground and were beaten far away.

But it basically disrupted the camp set-up.

But even though he was dissatisfied, Klimt stretched out his hands from the wide bishop's robe, and in his hands there was a rattle of strange shape, which looked like a religious object.

He shook the bell and said something in his mouth.

Then, a warm golden light appeared from under his feet, forming a circle of golden magic lines.

Then, with the soft sound of the last bell, this circle of golden lines spread out softly, sweeping the people around them like a wave.

But the wounded who were beside Archbishop Klimt seemed to be all right after this burst of golden light.

The twisted arm was as usual, and the only blood stains left in the bleeding wound remained.

This is a unique spell possessed by the priesthood, [Miracle Medium Recovery].

Together with the people around you, you can receive the blessings of the gods and recover from your injuries.

It's not a very advanced spell, it's just a 'labor-saving' plan made by Klimt after checking the damage of his own personnel.

Then, in the noisy and chaotic camp, many of the same warm golden lights flashed around them.

It was the light of the priesthood in the crowd, healing the wounded who ran to their side.

At this time, it was only after a period of frantic grasping before the monster got back to its feet.

Lan En, who had seen the whole picture of the monster clearly from the darkness, had already drawn his sword and approached the monster at this time.

Naturally, he also saw the warm golden light in the dim light of the fire, and the movement of the priesthood to release the [miracle].

The supernatural powers of the other world are certainly worth exploring and curious about.

But at this point, his primary target was the monster.

The monster waved wildly, just as it swept out a no-man's land with its two extra-long arms.

Lan En, on the other hand, was bold and rushed directly into this no-man's land and entered the attack range of the monster's arm.

Its two arms were like two nine-section whips, with the whipped strength of a whip and the hardness of steel.

The attack range is wide and the frequency of swinging is fast enough.

But under the eye of the witcher, this attack is not without gaps.

Lan En, who had already entered the range of the monster's attack, gently raised his blade to his side.

"Phew!"

A fierce spark burst from where the limb met the blade!

The air spread due to the collision scattered the sparks into a circle.

"Huh!?"

The monster still roared, but its movements inevitably stiffened.

But it never showed any signs of wisdom, so Len didn't think it had a human form, and therefore had judgment.

Just as Lan En thought, although he felt an inexplicable stiffness in his body, the irrational monster was still waving his arms wildly.

And they were all taken by Lan En one by one with [Dengli].

A series of tight sparks burst open.

Most of the warriors here don't seem to have seen such a fierce fighting rhythm with attack after attack.

Therefore, many of them were directly stunned.

The monster's movement posture became more and more stiff and sluggish under the skill of [Den Carp].

Eventually, when Lan En estimated that it was about the same, there was another exchange of blades and claws.

After a "poof" sound.

The monster could have knocked several heavily armed knights away at once, and by the way, it would have knocked down a circle of people with claw blows.

After this blow, it was blocked and raised high.

At this time, Lan En's technical feature of using [Immortal Peak Foot] appeared again under his feet, the air hammer.

He swept a low kick to the side of the monster's knee, and with a short, crisp 'bang', half of the monster's body was directly shortened with the side bend of the knee.

It's a good position for execution.

The golden light accumulated on Arondaite had reached its peak at this time, and in this state, the power of the next slash would be doubled!

Lann, on the other hand, held the hilt of his knife and stabbed the monster in the chest with a 'poof' diagonally downward.

The golden light exploded, and the width of the blade on that chest was twice as wide as the blade width of the Sword of the Lake Maiden.

And Lan En's expression still did not relax.

"Flannel balls."

He beckoned without looking back.

At the same time, the figure of the kitten also rushed from the ground not far away, stepping on the crook of Lanen's legs and shoulders from behind, and rushed straight to the monster's head.

"I'm coming!"

The Thundercat Sword was unsheathed, and as the flannel ball swept through the air next to the monster's head, it was placed horizontally in front of the monster's neck.

With a 'stab', the Thunder Cat Sword directly opened a deep and wide hole in the neck, and viscous, almost black blood sprayed out.

Facing strange enemies in this strange world, Lane felt that just stabbing his heart was not enough to safe. I've got to cut off my head anyway.

"Meow?"

The kitten barked in confusion.

It seems that it was because of the too sticky blood in the enemy's body that the sword that originally wanted to cut off the head turned out to be just a neck.

But just when the flannel ball reflexively wanted to jump up again and cut it from the back of the neck, the kitten found that it was no longer needed.

Because just as it hit the ground, a curved blade like a crescent moon had already hooked the back of the monster's neck with an inner arc.

Then it jerked." Click", the head fell to the ground.

It was Leonard's odd-shaped blade, the Crescent Curved Sword.

It was only at this moment that the terrifying red light in the monster's eyes faded and dimmed.

The mouth that kept opening and closing, as if it was eager to bite something, gradually stood still.

As Lan pulled the Lake Maiden's sword out of the monster's chest, the viscous blood made the movement make a 'bang' sound.

Pretending to pat himself on the body, the blood of this monster was actually blocked out by the [Kunn Law Seal], and it had already flowed down the close-fitting protective shield.

"What is this thing?"

Lan En flicked the blade, letting the sticky, almost black blood run down the knife. Flannel Ball walked over to Lan En and did the same as him, protecting his Thunder Cat Sword.

Leonard, who finally helped him, casually turned the severed head into the sky with his toes and looked at it.

"It's . Looks like [Wolf Possessed]?! But how can it be here, and there is still that kind of light in my eyes that I have never seen before."

From Leonard's muttering, Len got a lot of information.

For example, this kind of red light in the eyes is not very recognizable even to a goddess knight like Leonard.

"[Possessed by a wolf]? What do you mean? ”

Does the wolf's soul become an evil spirit and then possess it?

Leonard shook his head.

"The Fran Undead are an army of undead who share wolf blood and make contracts with each other. And sharing wolf blood is a dangerous act, although what kind of dangerous method it is, this is a 'little secret' that the Flange Immortals refuse to reveal. ”

"But the dangerous result is to make people like this, [wolf possessed]."

"But here's the thing. This kind of loser who shares the wolf's blood deserves to be locked up in the abandoned Flange Fortress. How did it end up in the Punishment Forest? ”

The convoy organized by the archbishop seems to have adapted to the dangers of the wilderness, not to mention that this time, with the help of the priesthood, not even a single person died.

So everyone went back to the campfire and quietly tidied up the disrupted camp.

Archbishop Klimt is also coming this way.

The atmosphere was a little silent and not good.

Because even Leonard, who just spoke, knew that when a dangerous thing that was locked up somewhere escaped, it meant that something was wrong with that place of detention.

It's just an abandoned fortress of the Flange Immortals. It seems to be out of natural awe of the identity of the [Salary King].

The news that something happened to the original station of the [Salary King] is a bit difficult to accept.

(End of chapter)