Griffith examined a body and found that his body had been pierced with a sharp blade. The wound was smooth, not like the damage caused by the bite of a living zombie, but more like the damage caused by the attack of a cultist.
The body of another militiaman lay nearby. As a militia member of a wealthy town, he was also wearing a piece of good-quality mail, and in his hand was a half-broken spear. However, his upper body and solid mail armor were melted by something unknown, and the edges of the corrosion marks were already black, and they shattered at the slightest touch.
Several corpses nearby had similar marks on them, either because they had been pierced by sharp objects, or because they had been melted by a strong acid-like substance.
Something is here with the cultists to stop the police and militia from breaking out!
Griffith quietly walked into the front door of the police station. There is no sign of activity here. Broken corpses were scattered on the ground in pieces, and the bookcases, tables and chairs were in a mess.
Finally, in the center of a piece of furniture that fell in a shooting shape, Griffith discovered that there were marks of heavy blows and burns on the ground - the shock wave caused by Amber's release of power.
This means she at least fought the zombies here, and is probably still surviving somewhere nearby. The bad news is that with Amber's strength, even if he cannot defeat the enemy, he can still break through. Her being trapped here means that there are still enemies threatening the safety of the locals, making it impossible for her to fight or evacuate with peace of mind.
Griffith thought for a moment and decided to dig a little deeper. He took off the shield from his back and held it in his left hand. He held a long sword in his right hand and walked towards the interior of the police station.
As soon as he took a step, he felt that he was stared at by greedy and fierce eyes. Before he could take his second step, a black thing suddenly rushed toward him in the darkness.
Griffith bent down and rolled almost subconsciously, and the shield in his hand was knocked out.
He heard the dragging of chains on the ground, and the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the darkness.
A four-meter-tall, spherical object appeared in the field of vision. Its body swayed from side to side and up and down, and there seemed to be many things falling from it in the darkness.
Griffith rushed forward in a hurry and swung his sword. At the same time, a gust of wind struck behind him, sending rubble flying from the solid floor.
The sword he swung also cut something, and what he got was a raw and terrible feel like cutting tattered cloth.
After stopping, Griffith could see the full picture of the creature clearly in the light.
Five or six rotten and black corpses were haphazardly sewn together into a ball of flesh with thick ropes made of hair. The main part of the body is a giant white corpse that swells like a corpse floating in the water. Its legs are like elephant legs and its head is bigger than a pumpkin. A hideous and miserable corpse was stitched on the fat torso, and the six arms held black chains, huge hatchets, kitchen knives, hammers and sickles.
What is this!
Griffith felt his scalp numb. This was the first time he had seen such a chaotic and ugly suture monster. Although he was not frightened, he felt very sick.
The Stitched Corpse Monster waved the weapon in his hand and rushed towards Griffith with long strides.
Griffith dodged nearby, jumped onto a nearby desk, and swung a sword backhand at an arm that was slashed by a sword.
"puff!"
The cut arm flew out directly, spurting out a ball of miserable green liquid.
When the liquid hit the ground, it gave off a pungent and nauseating stench, and even the contaminated floor began to smoke and dissolve.
Griffith knew immediately that the police and militia were encountering this monster. Although it has no armor and is not very agile, its strange strength coupled with the acid spewing from its wounds makes it extremely deadly.
The acid splashed everywhere, and even the sword stained with a small amount of acid began to emit white smoke. Griffith felt a burst of heartache, and he had already condensed an ice spike in his left hand and threw it towards the head of the Stitched Corpse Monster.
Griffith's all-out throw from close range was very powerful. The sharp ice spike hit the Stitch Monster's chest and passed directly through the chest. A large hole was torn open in the Stitch Monster's thick city wall-like body, and the scenery behind it could be clearly seen.
Although it penetrated the target, it did not cause knockback or greater damage because the penetration was too strong. Stitch Monster waved the chain again without any care.
Griffith hurriedly blocked the long sword in front of him and collided with the black snake-like chain.
"Bang!"
This blow directly made a gap in the sword. Griffith's jaw was also shattered, and the sword in his hand spun and flew out.
The brief encounter allowed Griffith to realize the characteristics of this monster. This undead creature is different from the living corpses and ghouls encountered before. It has strong vitality and powerful strength that ignores pain.
Although the Stitch Monster has no armor and will suffer horrific wounds when attacked, it does not seem to have many vital points that living people need to worry about. It cannot be stopped without destroying it completely.
It can be said that this seam monster stepped on Griffith's shortcomings. He has no high-damage spells, and he has no supplies such as kerosene on hand to deal area damage. He doesn't know how long it will take to eliminate the Stitch Monster if he fights it one-on-one.
Stitch Monster doesn't care what his enemies are like. It didn't even look at the heavy damage on its chest. Instead, it began to retract the chain in an orderly manner, and it was about to launch a second attack.
Before the Stitch Monster could take action, Griffith suddenly sprinted over and had already pulled out the corrupted feather sword.
The Stitch Monster stopped what he was doing and used his three arms to swing his hatchet and kitchen knife towards Griffith like a windmill.
Griffith did not dodge. He used his gauntlets, ice armor and mail to absorb this round of attacks, and the feather sword in his hand penetrated the Stitch Monster's brain.
Shadow damage immediately spreads across the Stitch Monster's wounds. But the undead creature remained undead, spitting out a ball of acid, and then punched Griffith.
Griffith's ice armor blocked a small amount of the acid, but he was knocked over by a punch and fell into a nearby table and chair, breaking open a piece of broken wood.
Stitch Monster shook his head that had begun to fester and turn black indifferently, picked up the chain and walked towards Griffith.
However, when it came to the place where Griffith fell, there was no one there except a mess.
…
Griffith leaned forward and trotted under the corridor window. With only a mediocre sense, he kept paying attention to the Stitch Monster's footsteps and movements, and found that after it lost its target, it was just frantically destroying and searching for it in the police station hall.
After passing through a corridor, Griffith ran up the stairs leading to the second floor. There are usually strong archives and weapons depots there, and any survivors will probably be hiding there.
He carefully pushed open a broken wooden door and was about to look inside when suddenly an arm grabbed his shoulder and dragged him in.
"You're finally here!" Amber praised in a low voice.
The blonde girl's left arm was fixed on her chest with a splint and bandage, and there were several wounds on her forehead and body. Although she pretended not to care, her body was shaking from time to time, her pale face and her cold body temperature showed that she was in a very bad condition.
Hidden behind the shelves of the small weapons depot were five police officers and two militiamen. They were all disgraced and had obviously gone through fierce battles before.
Amber took Griffith and retreated to a hidden corner, and sorted out her words:
"Elodie was possessed by a terrifying existence and developed bloodthirsty symptoms. Her lost power would cause distortion and madness in the living creatures around her, and even turn ordinary people into living corpses. I tried to help her, but as long as My body also showed signs of mutation when I got close to a certain range, and my strength was suppressed to only about one-third of its usual strength."
"That is the result of the resonance of the sealed object called the ancestor's summons with some unknown characteristics in her body. Ordinary people will be transformed into living corpses if they get close to her," Griffith nodded, "Your injuries are caused by Lottie caused it?”
"No, it's not her." Amber shook her head. Her tone was a little urgent, and there was tension and uneasiness in her eyebrows. "She can still regain her senses intermittently. When I tried to take her in, what we encountered before The cultists appeared. Their extraordinary characteristics were not powerful, but the strength they displayed was very threatening. There were three wizards among them, and a warlock who seemed to have signed a contract with the devil in the abyss. They swarmed up, so shameless !”
"Well, it's very threatening." Griffith took out the healing potion and handed it to Amber, "Let me take a look at your injuries."
Amber unbuttoned her shirt nonchalantly. There were several stab wounds and arrow wounds on her body that pierced the leather armor and left injuries, but the wounds had stopped bleeding and had healed slightly. The most serious injury was a frostbite on his arm, and the cold lingered.
"Have you seen enough?" The girl pulled up her clothes and asked, "What do you think?"
"Very sexy, eh," Griffith commented seriously, "When the situation stabilizes, I will let you see mine to be fair."
"Okay, I don't mind this little harassment, just be careful if I eat you!" Amber chuckled, "Thank you, I'm not so nervous now.
"Back to the topic, the cultists who attacked me were mainly rangers, assassins, and monsters in Sequence 9, namely 'Ranger', 'Thief' and 'Half-Man'. Their training and equipment were mixed, but Candidates for Sequence 9 Beyonders whose strength exceeds that of civilians and who have grown up have certain practical experience."
Griffith thought for a moment:
"They claim to be believers of the Creator. Although they are not strong individually, they are quite numerous. They may possess dangerous sealed objects, and may even have powerful apostles to assist them. The entire attack plan is very thorough. The gathering of Sequence 9 is not as easy to be destroyed as high-sequence The prophecy and divination detected that the teleportation circle and local management system were destroyed before the official reaction, and the activation of the sealed artifact was also stuck at the node before the arrival of the transcendent."
"I think there is something wrong with Winston. Is he colluding with the cultists?" Amber said, "Hepu has become like this, and he hasn't led a team to support him yet."
"Oh, that's not strange," Griffith shook his head, "I'm not saying that what he did was right, it's just that it's not strange.
"Although it is inevitable to investigate and hold him accountable afterwards, as an experienced mage, he must have realized the meticulous planning of the cultists and the complexity of the incident. It would be dangerous to lead a team to support now, so hiding in the relatively safe Nai There are legitimate reasons to avoid fighting in the city of Opelis.
"As long as there is a delay of more than half a day, the extraordinary person arrives as scheduled at night, and he brings other reinforcements to Hepu for support. No matter what tragedy happens here, he can win a favorable role - he is a little late Some savior.”
"This bastard!" Amber gritted her teeth angrily, "He must be a fat, bald bureaucrat who sleeps until noon every day!"
"Let's not talk about him anymore," Griffith waved his hand, "We retreat to the vicinity of Cangyue Mountain. We need your support on the defense line, and I will find a way to deal with those cultists."
After Amber rested for a while, Griffith led the survivors outside. The ferocious suture monster has blocked the passage on the first floor. Griffith could only let the police and militia wait behind, and he and Amber cleared the aisle first.
"I'm not good at dealing with a harmless monster like this," Griffith asked. "How much more power can you exert?"
Amber shook his head: "The power of one blow is still there, but this suture monster will explode with acid after being attacked, which I can't bear. Hey, I told you all the weaknesses that are not good at defense. Can you Be responsible for me!"
"..."
Griffith was speechless for a moment. He thought for a moment, moved his fingers, and a layer of cold ice armor covered Amber's body.
"Magic spell, ice armor?" The trainee investigator looked at herself in surprise.
"Yes, it can provide good comprehensive protection. I can use some frost spells to assist you. You will initiate the attack and I will follow up to provide defense," Griffith said seriously. "I have told you all my cards. You can You have to be responsible for me."
"Then come on!" Amber patted Griffith hard on the shoulder, "Get rid of this monster quickly, and let's go rescue Elodie and everyone!"
…
The Stitch Monster walking sideways in the rooms and corridors on the first floor suddenly sensed the presence of a living person.
Before it could react, an ice gun shot through its wrist, knocking the palm and chain to the ground.
The whistling golden light flashed across the intricate terrain and struck towards its fat body. Surging power was poured into its swollen body, and its dead black body was twitching violently as if it had crawled into the carpet of a nest of mice.
Griffith stepped forward and stood in front of Amber who had completed the attack, raising a shield he found from the weapons arsenal to resist.
"Bang!"
With an astonishing loud noise, the Stitch Monster exploded like a bursting water bag. Acid splashed everywhere, corroding the floors, furniture and walls with holes.
Acid splashed onto Griffith's shield and body, being blocked by the blue ice. The ice instantly disintegrated, emitting a foul smell. The acid continued unabated, corroding and dissolving his helmet and mail.
"Take it off!" Amber, who avoided the attack, pulled with all her strength, tearing Griffith's mail armor into pieces rolling on the ground. She knocked off the helmet and dragged him backwards.
The Stitch Monster dissolved into a puddle of foul-smelling liquid, and the armor and the ground splashed by the acid instantly turned into horrific wreckage.
Griffith's body was also splashed a little, and he hurriedly took off his coat and threw it on the ground.
The shield that was found temporarily had become a pile of twisted scrap metal. Griffith couldn't help but be glad that he wasn't holding a Vanguard shield to resist the acid.
…
Really scary stuff.
Griffith found no extraordinary crystals in the Stitch Monster, and couldn't help but sigh that such a basic monster had such unique characteristics. Although it is not strong or durable, it is still very threatening.
"This is an immature life form. Although its shape is chaotic and its combat efficiency is low, it is already evolving and growing." Minos explained, "Minos has collected precious source matter."
"What is the use of the source material you collected?"
"Minos collects the essence to help the holder evolve to a more advanced life form," the bone ring repeated the same old answer, "Griffith, the holder of Minos, you have shown great potential. , in the near future, the door of truth will be opened to you.
"Before this, if you have fallen into despair, you can try to pray to the great existence through Minos. He will give you shelter at a fair price. Do you need to pray now?"
"No, I refuse," Griffith refused flatly, "Which evil god are you loyal to?"
"Not so," replied Minos. "There is no point in explaining. Minos will wait for your decision."
