It was a group of animals, but had bodies similar to human form, but they were all hunched like monkeys, with huge eyes as big as teacups occupying the monkey's face, pale and sick skin, pus flowing on the traces of mutated diseases, and a thorny collar around the neck.
Jacob remembered the corrupt woods for some reason, and realized that these people might be in some sense the human version of the woods.
But the most terrifying thing is that these creatures are obviously, or have been, people.
But now none of these matters. Under his gaze, the attacker recovered from the shock of the explosion.
At this time, Armin threw out another grenade, and another powerful explosion illuminated the darkness, causing more than a dozen twisted monsters to die, their muscles torn apart and blood splattered on the survivors.
They retreated by the unfamiliar explosion, covering their huge eyes with claws and webbed hands.
The smell of blood and the pressure of waiting made the beast in Jacob's heart angry. He jumped out of his hiding place, and the explosive pistol spitted death.
He fired shots after shot, and shot at the enemy group—they got too close and too tight to make every bullet hit something.
Sometimes bullets even hit another target through the flesh and blood leaning against each other, screaming of pain and roar of primitive anger.
However, even if they mutate physically, these monsters did not lack courage. Instead, they were more determined, or even more crazy.
Jacob quickly realized that it was a mistake to open the fire. The flames flashed from the muzzle and the light of the explosive bomb exposed his position. They noticed his position and then rushed towards him frantically.
"Open fire!"
Armin responded to the monster's roar with a roar, and then Jacob also heard the echo from the communicator, and all the recruits began to shoot at the enemies surrounding the camp.
They pulled the trigger again and again, and one explosive bomb after another hit the target.
In an instant, the head exploded and the chest was torn apart when the bullet exploded. These monsters were faster, but not tough, and had no protection against this kind of shooting.
All they have is a numerical advantage and a crazy courage.
In the blink of an eye, they were approaching so that the recruits could see what everyone looked like.
Some poor creatures were covered with hair, some had horns on their heads, and some had shark-like teeth, as well as hooves and claws in their misplaced chins.
They seemed to be images that emerged from the most terrifying nightmare, as if the gates of hell had opened and a group of grinning monsters surged out.
Jacob frowned, and the signs of these enemies were derived from something else, perhaps the badge of chaos, the appearance of those whose souls were corrupted.
But it seems a bit different. In theory, chaos should not be limited to this.
Armin, not far away, was also observing, but he concluded that the conclusion was deeper than the recruits. He found that the traces on these bodies were not very similar to chaotic pollution, but were closer to physical distortions caused by chemical pollution.
And he saw the remaining fragments of clothing on some things, which were the silver-gray uniforms worn by the Knights of the Astral Realm, which shows one thing-
These attackers are likely to be the missing persons during this period!
So who made them like this?
But the time for thinking was gone, the attacker had approached the camp, and Jacob jumped onto the stone where he was hiding.
These monsters have no long-range firepower, so he does not need cover, and taking up the high ground in close combat can give him a moment of advantage.
When the chainsaw sword started after pressing the button, it vibrated angrily in his hand, and the sharp blade accelerated to its highest speed.
Jacob laughed and felt a new desire to fight filled him.
He looked down at the ocean of mutant faces, let out a long roar, jumping into them like a swimmer jumping into the surging sea.
Jacob swung the chainsaw sword before it landed. It cuts the muscles like a meat-cutter cutter. The smell of the friction-heated bones rushed into Jacob's nose. The scream of the chainsaw sword made a high note when it cuts open the bones.
In a flash, the chainsaw sword cut off a piece of limb cleanly, and blood spurted out from the broken limb. He then cut off another head, easily cutting off the neck bone, and then knocked down another one.
While he was wielding the chainsaw sword, he kept keeping the explosive pistol firing, attacking targets that were so close that he would not miss.
The screams and howls of the near-dead person echoed in his ears, making the beast in his heart even more angry and sending more power into his crazy limbs.
At this time, the monsters had recovered from his charge, rushed towards him, and began to attack him frantically, while those attacks that could not accurately hit his fast moving body, slipped harmlessly from the smooth shell of the armor.
He felt like he was as if a person felt rain hitting his cloak. This feeling was very uncomfortable, but not painful.
Other recruits also activated the chainsaw and began their first killing.
In an instant, the night was stained with heavy scarlet red.
Jacob passed through his enemies like a whirlwind of death, leaving behind a lot of death along the way.
At this moment, he felt that nothing could stop him, and his whole body was invincible and unstoppable, like a god of death who reaped his enemy's life.
In that moment of ecstasy, he seemed to feel what it means to be truly alive.
He turned around and punched and kicked, feeling the bones breaking under his sword, then stepped on them hard, crushing the dead enemy's fingers and skull into meat sauce, then tilted his head and let out a long howl of joy, and his bloodthirsty desire was fully revealed in the roar of his comrades' response.
At that time he even felt that he didn't need them, and he could kill all the freaks alone.
It doesn't matter how many people they have or how brave they are. They have no way to fight against him. This battle is completely one-sided.
He was sincerely satisfied.
This is the power of Astart, this is the power of God.
Then, an incredible pain came from his intercourse.
Jacob gritted his teeth, sucked the air conditioner and lowered his head, but saw a crystal-like fragment piercing into his armor and penetrated into his body.
It emits a strange purple crystal light. It is obviously not metal, but it cuts out the armor that can block metal.
How is this possible?
Then he noticed the tiny glowing red runes on its surface, a strange word.
In a moment, Jacob rose up with a burst of suspicion and realized that the evil power flowed through his body like poison. He knew that this vicious ammunition was implanted in his mind with a story about them - the poisonous crystal weapon of the Dark Spirit!