"Huh? What happened?" When the mercenaries got up from the ground, they must have been very surprised to see the bandits lying dead on the ground and turned into pieces of flesh and blood.
"You guys let me down." Arthur turned his head and glanced at Hanover, the leader of the Crescent Mercenary Group, and said coldly: "I paid you to hire you to help exterminate the bandits, but you got hit by that brain monster.
All my illusions have been defeated. In the end, I still have to fight alone? Then what’s the point of paying you money?”
"...I'm really sorry." Hannover had no room for retort, so he could only apologize: "I didn't expect that monster to use illusion. It was a mistake. How did you avoid the illusion attack?"
?I only remember that before I fainted, there was a white light in front of my eyes, which seemed to be shot from your hand------"
"That's not the point." Arthur hurriedly interrupted. At least these mercenaries didn't see the moment when Arthur used [Spellbreaker], or at least, they didn't see it clearly. In the eyes of ordinary people, this [Breaker]
Magician] is also something similar to magic. Of course, the fewer people know about it, the better, lest the news gets out in the future and the heresy inquisitor of the Holy See will come to trouble Arthur.
"By the way, was this also done by you?" Hanover glanced at the bright red flesh and blood on the ground again. Originally, in addition to their group, there were also a large number of bandits. These bandits came to the hall when they came to it.
They began to kneel down in front of the red blood fountain, as if they were performing some kind of religious ceremony. According to the mercenaries' memories, after the brain-shaped monster emerged from the blood fountain, they all fell under the illusion.
During this period, Arthur was the only one taking part in the challenge. It is not known what happened. Could it be that the seemingly frail blond boy in front of him took the brain monsters present, together with at least thirty people?
All the human bandits were caught in one fell swoop? And they used some unimaginable brutal method to chop those bandits into minced meat in this place?
"Strictly speaking, it was the brain monster that did it." Arthur replied: "It seems that some kind of powerful necromancy was used to turn the living people into half-dead undead spirits, and then commanded these living dead people to besiege me. As a result, I
I still defeated the slow-moving living dead with a slight advantage, but the brain monster attracted the flesh and blood of the living dead and synthesized it into something else. However, I was killed in the end, regardless of whether it was the flesh-and-blood giant it transformed.
Or the brain monster itself."
"Really?" Listening to Arthur's understatement of all this, Hanover vaguely knew that the actual situation was much more tragic than what Arthur said.
He didn't want to ask for details.
"So... the fight is over? Just call it a day?" Verne yawned and said, "Oh, just in time~ I'm so sleepy, I can finally go back to sleep."
"No." Nante, the fortune teller in the Crescent Mercenary Group, suddenly said: "It seems that it is not completely finished yet."
"Hmm." Arthur also noticed something and held his Seraph Holy Sword tightly.
The brain monster cut in half by Arthur should have been completely cold. But in fact, it still had some strength left to struggle. The brain that had been cut in half began to twist, twitch, and scream.
A wail inaudible to human ears.
[be mine------]
[Don’t grab it!------]
"I don't know what you're talking about." Arthur deliberately pretended to be stupid.
The thing slowly floated up from the ground, as if it was using some kind of mental power to lift itself into the air. Even though it had been cut in half, its two heads were still floating in the air in separate places, which was weird.
"Hey, do you have a way to fight against illusions? Don't be knocked unconscious by this guy's blow again. It will bother me very much if this continues." Arthur snorted.
"Nantes?" Hanover asked.
"Take all of them, this is a specially made refreshing medicine that can wake you up and lift your spirits." Nantes threw several potions in iron bottles, each bottle as big as a finger, to everyone: "Drink it quickly."
Arthur also got a bottle. It just so happened that he didn't want to take the risk of [Spellbreaker] being seen by others and use it again here. He drank the bottle of potion without thinking.
He thought that this kind of refreshing potion would be terrible to drink - he had drunk various magic potions before, but few of them tasted good, and most of them were bitter as hell. But this time Nantes gave
The taste of his potion was just a little weird, not so bad that it could be described in words as unpleasant. Instead, there was a very strong smell of mint that began to flow from the depths of Arthur's throat to the tip of his nose, choking him to the point of bursting into tears.
That potion should be made from a very powerful awakening substance. Whether it can resist hypnosis is another matter. At least it really has the effect of awakening the mind and enlightening the mind.
Arthur and the others had just drank the potion and prepared countermeasures for the illusion. The brain monster had already released countless blood-red filaments into the air, as if they were nerve lines extending from its two brain hemispheres——
--Note that Arthur had cut open the brain monster before, causing the monster's brain-like head to bleed blood (?) fluid and become a shriveled state. Now it maintains this shriveled state, turning the nerves
Thread-like blood-red filaments were tied to the bright red minced meat scattered on the ground.
As if absorbing nutrients...
[I am the one who is qualified to own it!]
[You mortals, disappear for me!!]
(Still qualified...)
Arthur couldn't help but feel disdainful.
(Bewitched by the "Abyss Grimoire", he even lost his self and turned into this kind of monster that does not resemble a human form.)
(What qualifications do you have for a stubborn guy like you?)
"Roaring, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," the brain monster began to expand. Sure enough, it was because it absorbed the nutrients from the minced meat scattered on the floor. It was already shriveled and expanded at an alarming rate.
It turned into two blood-like spheres. Countless blood-red filaments surrounded the sphere, making its shape even more incredible... incredibly disgusting.
That thing seemed to be a collection of a large number of lower creatures, with countless pieces of meat squirming in the blood-red silk mesh. It was no longer the shape of a brain, it could only be said to be a big meat ball, covered with blood vessels.
So ugly, so crazy, this is the end of the road for those who are driven crazy by the grimoire. If he had not understood the ins and outs of the matter, Arthur would not even be able to recognize that the big meat ball in front of him was actually a living human being. Seeing it in front of him
The ugly appearance of this monster made Arthur even more determined to destroy the Abyss Grimoire--and he will do so one day, as long as he finds the right means. Even if the Grimoire cannot be truly destroyed physically
To destroy it, he should at least find a way to seal it forever so that this evil thing would never fall into the hands of mortals again.
"Bordeaux, work." Hanover, the leader of the Crescent Mercenary, shouted when he saw the big meat ball in front of him swelling to a dangerous level.
"Yes, yes." Scout Bordeaux immediately threw out dozens of flying knives, and threw them continuously, with smooth and practiced movements, and it would never take more than two seconds. Arthur saw the flying knives glowing with green light.
Based on the trajectory, we know that the flying knife itself should be highly poisonous. Poison may be very effective when used on ordinary creatures, but how effective it can be when used on things that have been contaminated by the abyss and have mutated into something beyond common sense.
What about the effect?
The big twisted ball of meat turned slightly black after being hit by the poisonous flying knife, and then dozens of fist-sized pieces of meat fell off one after another. The black piece of meat fell to the ground and struggled for a few times, then seemed to have died completely.
It seems that the poison is still effective, but the large meat ball is composed of countless pieces of meat that can be separated, so the poison cannot spread, and the effect is not as good as expected.
"Tsk, this situation will never end." Bordeaux snorted.
"He's going to fight back, be careful!" Arthur shouted when he saw the big meat ball starting to squirm unusually. He wasn't worried that the group of experienced mercenaries would miss the obvious sight of the big meat ball.
It's a sign of counterattack, but it's hard to tell about Verne's kid ------ Even if Bediville is protecting Verne, maybe the kid will still be carelessly attacked? So this sentence is basically to remind Verne.
Erner shouted.
Fortunately, Arthur reminded everyone like this. In the next second, hundreds of small holes emerged from the large blood ball floating in the air, and high-pressure water jets sprayed out from those black holes.
..... Or blood flow. The bright red blood flow, which is about as thick as a finger, but very fast, spurts out in a straight line. It doesn't specifically aim at anyone in the scene to shoot, but just shoots towards
A large amount of blood flow was continuously emitted in the general direction, intending to kill everyone in one fell swoop.
"Wow!" Verne exclaimed as Bedivere took him by the back of his neck. Because the blood attack is diffuse, the farther the distance, the smaller the threat. The big white wolf took that
The kid retreated to a relatively safe distance before stopping.
Arthur, on the other hand, used continuous and flexible dodges to dodge the bloody attacks one after another. Arthur's mind-sighting skills were of no use here, because the opponent's mind seemed to have collapsed long ago, and the attacks were disorganized and had no effect at all.
Targeting who will launch the blood flow, the trajectory of the blood flow is completely random. But fortunately, Arthur has good dynamic vision, or the body of the blond boy he is controlling now has good dynamic vision. With his
My reaction speed and eyesight are barely able to completely avoid those quick and fast blood flow attacks!
On the side of the mercenaries, apart from Hanover, who was blocking with a shield, and Scout Bordeaux, who relied on agility to dodge, they remained in the front row. The others had already retreated to a relatively safe distance. Ranger Milan had already raised his bow and started shooting, and
The fortune teller Nantes seems to be preparing something too.
Arthur had no time to pay attention to the group of mercenaries. He was thinking about how to kill the enemy in front of him alone without relying on external force. Someone was watching him fight, which made him more restricted. After all, many of his moves were under the supervision of others.
A "forbidden move" that cannot be used freely.
Whoosh!------Just when Arthur was hesitating about what "non-forbidden moves" method to use to deal with the enemy in front of him, an arrow suddenly flew from the distance and accurately landed on one of the big meat balls.
Prepare to spray blood into the hole, and then a loud bang will trigger a fierce explosion! (To be continued)