The commander stared at Milton suspiciously and frowned: "This is not good! What if the defense line is loose and that thing escapes..."
Milton crossed his shoulders and looked at each other quietly: "Well, that makes sense, what next?"
"Then, then..." At this time, the commander remembered the miserable situation they had faced when facing these monsters in the past.
There is no way to restrain the opponent. If you want to eliminate the opponent, you can only rely on heavy firepower and constant burial of human lives. Fortunately, these monsters rarely appear, and even if they appear, they are smaller than cats and dogs. In a city, there are less than 10 monsters every three to five every year.
The abnormal cases that have occurred have not increased the risk rate of the JC profession to an unacceptable level.
"Everyone pick up their weapons and retreat to the intersection!"
The J side personnel who were waiting for the situation quickly obeyed the order and evacuated to the intersection. Several knights in heavy armor stepped forward and started to build a line more than ten meters away from the fountain.
Two large shields glowing with faint fluorescence were erected, and the abandoned old-era cold weapons such as one-handed broadswords, long-handled hammers, and battle axes reappeared.
"Praise the Holy Light!"
"Praise my Lord!"
Accompanied by neat and high-pitched shouts, the weapons and armors in the hands of the knights were faintly surrounded by a faint fluorescent light.
"It's really magical!" J Fang whispered beside the intersection.
In the nearby hotel building, the bureaucrats who had not yet left looked at the scene in front of the wishing fountain, with seemingly endless jealousy in their eyes.
In a certain room, John with blue eyes looked at the wishing fountain below and murmured in a low voice: "Oh my God! Such a miracle should belong to our world! Why, why would you choose that one?
world!"
"Why? Isn't this very simple? Because our world does not have the soil for myths to breed." In front of another window in the room, a blond young man in a burgundy suit said in a lonely tone: "If this were not the case, why should we betray others?
Those who help these visitors from other worlds guide and corrode our world."
"Fortunately, the revival of the myth of another world has only been less than a year. Except for the gods, everything has not opened up a big gap. We do not want the world to merge too quickly. As long as there are connecting channels, we will have the opportunity to pursue it later.
superior."
Glancing at the blond young man, John was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a scene that made people grin from ear to ear.
I don't know what those people from the Holy See in the other world did, but the calm water in the wishing pool suddenly exploded violently.
It was simply an explosion in the physical sense, but in addition to the blood-infected spring water, there were also various strange things shooting into the air, including metal fragments, half-digested cats and dogs,
And puddles of fishy green/lavender mud?
It was an extremely terrifying scene for normal people, let alone paladins. Who knew whether these messy things would contaminate the armor and weapons? He immediately ran away while barely maintaining the basic formation.
The next moment, the pool water mixed with all kinds of filth poured down, purple-green mud surged around, and a huge amount of white smoke accompanied by a burning sizzling sound could be heard.
"This... this?"
The commander who had been ordered to evacuate to the intersection was stunned. Not far from his feet was the surging mud. Whether it was the road or the metal street light base, whenever it was covered, thick smoke would rise, and there was no way to avoid it.
The upper part of the JC shoe was corroded in just a few seconds after it was stained with mud. Fortunately, the injury was prevented from spreading by my companion with a knife.
At the scene, the pungent smell from the intense white smoke made people dizzy.
The mud mixed with all kinds of messy things quickly flowed back. Milton, who had retreated in embarrassment just now, and the paladins gasped and looked at the figures gradually gathering in front of the wishing fountain.
The monster they disturbed from the wishing well has no fixed image at all. Its surface is green in color, and its body is a soft-bodied creature pieced together from various "waste"?
More than a dozen jagged bones were embedded in the opponent's front, and the large depression let out a hollow roar. A lavender corrosive liquid flowed out from what seemed to be a mouth, sinking down onto the road and corroding pits.
.
The external image looks very much like a creature like the slime ooze monster in human fantasy, but it is just an external outline. The actual image, with a height of more than ten meters, resembles a garbage mountain in a garbage disposal center.
, coupled with the highly corrosive liquid itself, makes it daunting.
Standing not far away from the ooze monster are the heavily armed paladins. At this time, they are a bit like scavengers who are about to "climb" to pick up garbage.
Watching the ooze monster gradually take shape, Milton became alarmed and quickly asked the commander to bring over the high-pressure water gun that had been connected to the fire hydrant. In an instant, the rumbling water column crossed a distance of dozens of meters and began to wash away crazily.
I don’t know whether it can disperse the ooze monster’s body, but the addition of water can effectively dilute the opponent’s corrosive liquid, making it easier for the paladins to enter. And the paladins wearing armor and protected by the holy light will naturally not
Injured by high-pressure water cannon.
"Praise the Holy Light!"
"Praise my Lord!"
The paladins without mounts screamed and galloped on the pothole-filled road, waving sharp or heavy weapons in their hands to kill the ooze monster.
Whether on Aquamarine or Earth, pure technological weapons have very limited lethality against these monsters. The lethality of natural broadswords and battle axes is just a cover. The most important thing is the layer on the blades of these weapons.
Thin holy light.
This thin layer of holy light covers the surface of the weapon. No matter how rough and violent the movements of the Paladins are, or the rapid flow of water from the high-pressure water cannon, it always adheres firmly to the surface of the weapon. Until the handle.
The blade of the broadsword struck the tissue on the ooze monster's body.
The mediocre holy light instantly expanded and burned, slicing open the ooze monster's dirty body like a hot knife cutting into butter. The next moment, a lavender corrosive liquid splashed out along the opened sword marks. Morning.
The paladin who was holding the sword before raised the shield in front of him as if he was aware of it.
The lavender liquid sprayed on the shield with a puff, and most of it was blocked and dripped on the ground, corroding the already bumpy road underfoot. There was also a small part stained on the shield that stuck to the holy light and made a sound.
Burning.
The liquid was quickly burned away, but the Shield Paladin felt a twinge of pain in his heart as he saw that he had become much darker.