When the red blood splattered out, the clothes were torn, and the monster's claws almost tore off a large piece of flesh. The amount of blood splattered was enough to be fatal. Cesare's pupils trembled, and his mouth desperately wanted to make a sound, but it was not out of fear...
He saw that although Crocia's body was still trembling, the moment she realized that her brother was in danger, she desperately pounced on Cesare in a difficult situation, trying to block the monster's blow with her thin body, childishly His arm protected Cesare's heart, and the monster's claws were embedded in the girl's thin arm, instantly tearing out a large amount of flesh and blood, even exposing the white bones.
"Klosia...Klosia!" However, facing Cesare's roar, Krosia just used her last strength to raise her eyes. The extreme pain and the terrible amount of bleeding were almost instantaneous. All the girl's consciousness was gone, Crocia's eyes were filled with tears, and she seemed to want to say something, but as soon as she pursed her lips, she lost the last bit of consciousness in Cesare's arms.
Looking at the oozing injury, it seemed that the wound on Crocia's arm was infected by some unknown source. The blood that was still gushing out in a steady stream just now turned into thick black blood. Cesare, who had always been calm, looked at his sister, and suddenly his mind went blank. Anger and self-blame arose spontaneously. He gritted his teeth angrily, facing the monster without any fear at all.
And the monster did not just take advantage of the victory and pursue it. Instead, it suddenly took half a step back. Looking at the blood and flesh dripping from its claws, the only pupil that still retained human characteristics showed a surprised expression, as if it was conscious. His eyes were shaking as if he had hurt the wrong person.
"No...I don't mean...what have I become?" A human voice came out of the monster's mouth, but it sounded extremely hoarse and unpleasant, as if it was struggling with some kind of self. But this time Cesare was not prepared to give it too much time, and he no longer cared about what it was. It was absolutely unforgivable to hurt Crocia.
Cesare carefully laid the injured Crocia flat on the ground, and stood up. He didn't even care about raising his arms too much, and said "Broken!" several times in quick succession.
Then he used his forearm and his wrist to fire out continuous magic towards the monster like a conductor of a band. Magic forms colorless and odorless air waves in the air, like white dye splashed on a blank canvas. People without talent cannot see or feel its operation. Magic itself has no shape, and it cannot be described in words. It is as if It can only exert its effect when it is invisible. It seems that only after it is released, people can detect its magical effect from the results and changes it brings.
The vague impact of existence is like an arrow that is shot out, distorting the trajectory of the surrounding rain. The trajectory of the magic can be barely discerned in a stream of water mist that comes out of thin air.
The monster, which had not yet fully recovered from its own struggle, was suddenly hit. The impact on its face shattered some hyphae, and then several more spells hit its shoulders and chest. A spell that could break the wall hit the monster. It was like a few ordinary punches fell on the body, except that the monster took a few steps back and instinctively protected its head, leaving no destructive wounds.
And this attack seemed to anger the monster. When the arm protecting the thing's head slowly fell down, the pair of human-like pupils had disappeared, leaving only a pair of scarlet eyes with no blank space. It waved its arms, opened its torn mouth to the limit, and roared fiercely at Cesare. Its roar made the trees tilt and the earth trembled. Rotten black liquid spurted from the five senses. There was no mind at all. It was completely gone. It's the posture of a beast.
The monster overturned its joints and jumped up like a spiral. The sounds coming out of its mouth were completely unrecognizable. They were all sounds like the friction of dead wood and hay. It grinned its fangs and swung its claws at an exaggerated angle. Cesare charged again.
The terrifying situation struck again. Cesare swallowed his saliva and changed his posture. He propped his right leg back and put his right hand behind his back. His remaining left arm was first placed on his right shoulder and then he suddenly spread his mouth outward. Li quickly said "Retreat quickly" and the magic power gathered in his body turned into a hurricane and blew towards the attacking monster. Countless fallen leaves and branches danced in the air, showing the outline of the vortex. But for real monsters, this student's trick doesn't work at all. That thing is like a product of another space. It is completely unaffected by the huge wind force, and cannot even affect its rapid charging speed. Cesare's Magic can't do anything to delay time.
The sharp claws were about to press Cesare's shoulders. The monster turned its head sideways, and its huge mouth almost split the whole head into two halves. The sight of its eyes rose along with the width of the upper half of the head, just when the smell of blood was about to be stained with the sharp claws. When he was teething, the muddy leaves carried by the wind "chirped" and blurred the monster's entire field of vision. In addition to his keen sense of smell, he could also smell the smell of meat on Cesare's body so close at hand. The nerves in his eyes temporarily lost their function. .
Immediately afterwards, he felt something hard trying to be stuffed into the hole where his nose should be, followed by the violent impact and pain that went straight to his face.
Cesare, who remained calm, stretched out his right hand hidden behind his back in time. He was still holding a hard stone that was just the right size for the monster's face. He had discovered this stone when he was holding Crocia just now. I thought since magic was unreliable, let's try pure mechanics.
Facts have proved that the trauma caused by this stone is much more obvious than the previous few spells. The monster's neck tilted at a weird angle under the impact, and the hole at the nose was opened several times larger, and the rot inside The tissue turned outwards, and the originally oozing face became even more terrifying.
It raised its arms and gave up the attack, and instead wanted to protect its injured face, but Cesare didn't give it any chance. Instead, he grabbed the monster's chest and dug his fingers into the mycelium and rotten flesh. As if grabbing the human ribs, he then waved the stone in his right hand, venting all the anger that hurt Crocia, and slammed it again towards the monster's face, hitting it several times until the deformed and protruding face It began to sink inward, and the monster screamed in pain and used its strange strength to push Cesare out.
Realizing the monster's counterattack, Cesare protected himself in time, but was still knocked several meters away by the incredible force. He fell heavily to the ground, and the pain he felt all over his body just now hit him again. Unable to tolerate the suffocation caused by the swelling in his chest, Cesare did not dare to stop for half a second and knelt on one knee to support his body, his eyes fixed on the monster's condition.
It is recovering, at a speed visible to the naked eye, relying on those abominable mycelium. It is obvious that the head has been knocked into mud by the stone. After just a few short wailings, the broken and injured positions were covered by the continuous surging. Mycelium covers the filling, turning into new flesh. What on earth is that? If the Lord really exists, why would he create such terrible things in the world? I am afraid that the answer to this question can only be answered clearly after death and after seeing the Lord.
The monster's wailing gradually weakened, and its claws gently stroked its healing face, seeming to be a little surprised by this rogue's healing ability. However, Cesare did not have this ability. His body was almost at its limit. Whether it was the damage to his muscles and bones in the two collisions or the exhaustion of his physical energy, he was at the end of his rope at this moment.
Seeing that the enemy had almost recovered, he stared in Cesare's direction again with his crimson eyes. Cesare teased with a wry smile: "Aren't you tired..." Then, he held on without any choice. He stood up from the ground, and the rain washed away the little strength from his body every minute. Looking at Crocia who was dying not far away, and Sandino who didn't know where he fell, I really didn't expect that today's errand would be so bad...
What made Cesare even more unexpected was that the misfortune was not over yet. Using magic without the assistance of a cane was extremely energy-consuming. Cesare had already realized this in the attic of Henry's grocery store. In his hazy vision, his exhausted eyes that might close forever at any moment actually saw a new monster in the woods behind the monster...
The new guy slowly emerged from the shade of the trees. Unlike the monster in front of him, the guy was not tall and had a similar build to Cesare, but he was covered in blood like a bloody gourd, and the rain washed away his body. Dried blood, and soon new blood gushed out from the cracks all over his body, constantly staining the white body. He limped over, holding something in his hand, and shouted in a painful and hoarse voice: "It's really easy for me to find... You and I are not over yet..."
The voice sounded very familiar, and it was a very familiar person, and it was a voice that could be heard recently. With this doubt, Cesare looked carefully at the top of the "monster's" head, and sure enough, he could still identify it in the blood. Already messy blonde hair. "Hilton?" Cesare's weak inquiry did not receive a response. He only saw the scarred young man unbuttoning the white coat that had been stained red with blood on the outside, revealing the bloody lining underneath, and pulled out the cane. He drew his sword and aimed it at the monster's back while panting.
"I didn't react before... Let's decide the winner or lose seriously this time, bastard!"
The monster slowly turned around, looked at Hilton, who miraculously survived, and then looked at the sharp blade in his hand. While feeling threatened, it seemed to let out a weird laugh. Then the monster leaned down, its forelimbs and hind limbs touched the ground at the same time, and suddenly at a certain moment, it used force to jump forward, roaring and hissing, its fangs and claws ready to finish off this arrogant boy who didn't know the heights of the world.
On the other hand, Hilton had already exhausted all his strength just by getting here. Seeing the monster attack, the pain in his lungs forced him to cough several times, and he also coughed up a large amount of blood in his throat. "Damn... I was looked down upon..." The boy, who was so weak that he might collapse at any time, endured the severe pain and covered his bleeding mouth, while the monster's figure jumped above him to block the sun, and the shadow enveloped Hilton's whole body. .
There was only a flash of light, flashed by Han Mang and the boy's eyes. The sword drew a semicircle in the air, while the boy's body slid away from the monster's swing. The two disproportionate bodies were frightened. They missed each other within a jumping distance, and the monster's shoulder received a considerable wound in the process, so that only a few hyphae were left to connect the entire claw arm, and the broken wound separated from the torso and flew upwards.
However, the smile on the corner of Hilton's mouth also disappeared after a period of weakness in his legs. His body lost his balance and fell uncontrollably to one side. The moment before falling to the ground, he made his own ivory The sword hilt and cane, the most precious magic wand for nobles, was thrown in the direction of Cesare. The slowly closing eyes did not express any trust, but instead were full of disgust and unwillingness. Then, the boy's body fell into the moist soil, like a baby sleeping.
