our family is gone

Chapter 216 Art is Explosion
Different from other mushroom people, this leader looks like a human being, wearing a worn-out black long dress and covering his whole head with linen, but when he opened his mouth, it turned out to be a deep and deep face in broad daylight. Black, completely invisible.

The height can be more than 1.8 meters, but the body is thin, and the exposed arms are like dead branches. There is no muscle texture, only a layer of dry and wrinkled old skin, and there are mushrooms of different sizes on it.

However, this is still within the scope of monsters. The biggest difference is that this monster has a white bone mask of an unknown beast on its head, and its two corners point to the sky to make it look taller and more threatening.

And in its hand is a weird straw doll, and in the other hand is a unique flame-shaped dagger.

This familiar shape reminded Lance of an elite monster called the Woodswoman in the game.

"Do it!"

Lance just swept it away in a hurry, and he didn't care what it was, he just finished it, and directly slashed at it with his sword.

They don't talk about Wu De's sneak attack on Hamlet while he was away, almost destroying his efforts, so don't blame him.

It may be that the team really put pressure on the villain in the forest. When the team approached, the thing opened its mouth directly, and a strong yellow-green breath came out from between the sackcloth and the mask.

It was smoked yellow visible to the naked eye, and it was definitely not a good thing without guessing.

"Be careful of the poison!" Lance, who was rushing forward, didn't dare to rush forward. He couldn't save himself from poisoning, so he could only be forced to retreat.

Disma waved the torch in his hand to disperse it, but found it was useless.

"Back back quickly! These are not spores, but the poisonous breath formed by the miasma." Lance couldn't help but add when he saw this.

At this time, the mushrooms on the back of the villain in the forest spewed out spores as if they were breathing, and all the surrounding fungal parasites rushed over consciously.

Only then did Leonard understand how it controlled those monsters.

"Oops, we can't drag it on, we must kill it as soon as possible." Lance raised his hand and split the monster with a sword, and rushed over without waiting for him to react.

He was a bit embarrassed, not to mention the other few people who also suffered violent shocks.

In particular, Disma had no heavy weapons, and the short sword in his hand only cut through his fibrous body, which did not hurt the vitals at all, so he could only drive away with the torch in his hand.

There are thousands of monsters around, and being able to kill them doesn't mean they can withstand a siege of this intensity.

Not to mention that this villain in the forest will not let them slaughter fungal parasites.

I saw it raising the straw doll in its hand, and a disturbing aura emanated, and the target of this invisible force was obviously locked on the most powerful Lance in the team.

The spiritual fluctuations in the air could not help pulling Lance's attention, and he was distracted just in time to see the monster inserting the dagger into the grass doll.

But at this time, an inexplicable force descended, and under that strange curse, Lance actually...

I can't feel anything~
Not even the feeling of being bitten by a mosquito.

Lance knew it must be some kind of vicious curse, but using these soul-attacking abilities on him was totally hilarious.

"I'm going to go, you all pay attention to protecting each other."

But it was obviously impossible for Lance to let a "Mage" hide behind and cast spells in a dark way, and charged directly at it again.

The villain in the forest still wondered why her curse had failed, even if she couldn't see her expression, she could tell from the repeated insertion of the dagger—it was in a hurry.

Lance could feel the curse on his body, but it still had no effect in front of [Asylum]. On the contrary, he was getting closer.

Total Annihilation!

The giant sword swept across, and any fungal parasites that stood taller than the blade chose to bow their heads physically, and made a backhand cleave, cutting the fort in half, leaving the spores and mucus that had not yet spewed out inside the mushroom .

With a kick, he kicked the neck of a mad dog that was coming to bite someone, and at the same time cleared the last obstacle.

Lance's expression was ferocious, and with twelve points of strength, the next sword was about to fall on the wicked woman.

But at this moment, the dagger in the hands of the villain in the forest was inserted into the grass doll again. This time Lance did not feel the problem, but there was a scream from behind.

"what!"

Barton, who was slashing his saber to kill the enemy, suddenly felt his body froze. His brain seemed to be unable to control his body, and his consciousness was separated.

In the blurred vision, it turned into the doll in the monster's hand, and the dagger in his eyes was constantly enlarged.

That feeling was fleeting, and before he could react further, he felt a piercing pain in his abdomen, as if a knife had really been inserted into it, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

It was obvious that the evil woman in the forest had inserted the doll in her hand, but Barton, who was far away, really felt the hurt.

And the power attached to that weird curse was more than that. Apart from the severe pain, Barton only felt his body become weak and weak, and he didn't even know where he swung his knife.

Fortunately, he was surrounded by comrades with rich combat experience. With a shield attack, Barristan knocked the enemy away and protected him behind him.

And Disma didn't care so much, the bullets in his hand that were reserved for the leader could only be fired at a rushing monster.

At the moment when Lance hesitated, a mushroom head staggered forward and blocked the wicked woman. The giant sword cut her in half neatly, but it lost its strength.

Lance didn't care about other things, and raised his hand to refresh Barton's [Blessing] status, which saved him from suffering from negative effects and recovered.

Lance saw more and more monsters swarming up and knew that he couldn't delay any longer. The enemy's support was continuous, but the spirituality in his body was used up a little bit, not to mention that the previous consumption had not been replenished.

And at this moment, the evil woman in the forest used the corpse of the dead monster in front of her as a material to perform a strange spell.

The naked eye could see that the skinny corpse seemed to be sucked by something. In the next second, a mushroom emerged from the corpse, and then grew rapidly, reaching half a person's height in just a breath.

But the corpse used as nutrients has completely turned into a mummy, not to mention fibrosis, the last nutrition has been drained, leaving only dead bones.

The huge mushroom cap is honeycomb-shaped like the fungus cannon-red mushroom, but it has thick stalks and is dark orange. It looks like a combination of two kinds of fungi in those parasites.

This thing seems to be alive, as soon as it comes out, it spits out unprecedented orange spore dust.

The weird thing is that the spores showed a distorted scene when they touched the corpses on the ground. The fibrous bodies of those corpses couldn't bear it, and they were melting rapidly, which seemed to dissolve the flesh and blood like accelerated corruption.

Even their own monsters can't stand it, aren't they humans going up for nothing?
"withdraw!"

What the hell is this?Seeing this, Lance retreated immediately.

The funny thing is that they are not the only ones running away, even the fungal parasites that surged in just now are unwilling to approach, as if running away from a fire source.

But the villain in the forest has no intention of stopping. The fight just now left a large number of corpses here, and more and more big mushrooms were summoned.

The scary thing is that the mushrooms will spit out spores as soon as they come out, and the spread range can be seen to spread instantly with the naked eye.

Lance noticed this, and hurriedly sacrificed all the way to collect those corpses. After running a hundred meters away, he looked back and saw the terrifying orange mist covering the entire site.

At this time, I am afraid that there will not be a living thing inside except the wicked woman in the forest.

"Oh~ What the hell is this?"

"The corruption is spreading..."

"We have to stop it from expanding, or it's going to be a dead zone."

Lance looked at the thicker fog in front of him and frowned, knowing that the attack on the leader had failed...but there was still a chance.

"Give me the torch, and you all back off."

Lance took the torch from Disma, and before anyone else could ask him, he stepped forward and asked them:

"Do you know what art is?"

A few people didn't know why, but they saw Lance laughing wildly, holding up the torch and throwing it towards the spore cloud, shouting:
"Art is a blast!"

As soon as the words fell, the torch drew an arc and landed on the spore cluster, which exploded violently in an instant.

The flames shot up into the sky, and the next second the sound of the explosion, which was hundreds of times stronger than that of the artillery, made everyone's ears ring with noise. Even Barristan's footsteps couldn't help but shake as there was also a powerful shock wave and a rolling heat wave.

Lance had decided to give these monsters a little scientific shock when he knew that spores could be ignited, and it made so many of them.

Under the dust explosion, the flames and high temperature killed all living things. There was no living thing that could stand up for a hundred meters from the center of the explosion. Those huge fungi were either blown up or burned in the explosion just now. Bad, or simply overcooked and lose its activity.

To some extent, hitting Lance slowly may not be able to solve it so quickly, but it helped and accelerated his own death.

Maybe they have some kind of extraordinary power, but it is still difficult to escape the purification of the flames.

Several other people also recovered from the shock. They didn't understand the principle of the scene just now, and only regarded it as the power of the lord.

I can't help but sigh how powerful the lord is, even this situation can be easily resolved.

Lance was still afraid that the monster was not dead, but when he got closer, he found that the flames still burned the body like a mummy.

This explosion did not happen in a confined space, and its power was still attenuated, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to leave the whole body behind.

Lifting the sword, the bone mask was overturned, revealing the weird scene underneath.

This guy has no head, or no head in the human sense. Instead, it is a large group of indescribable deformities. It looks like a sack like a rag bag, and a crack grows out of it. sharp beak.

Everything seems to be put together abruptly, and then forcibly merged.

Seeing this kind of novelty made the other people feel disgusted and stressed.

Raising his hands to sacrifice the monsters, these poor ghosts have nothing good at all, but the abundant spirituality contained in them still gave him a great supplement.

On the contrary, the grass doll on the ground was a bit special, and it survived the explosion.

The explosion completely eliminated the spores in the air, which also caused the fungal parasites to fall out of control. At this time, they completely followed their instincts, and some of them had already started shopping, while those who were closer began to attack them.

"Let's go back and organize the soldiers to put out the fire. Leonard took a few horses over there to bring Boudica and the others back. Just leave the rest of the monsters to me."

Lance assigned a task, and the remaining miscellaneous fish just replenished the consumed spirituality by themselves. He, who is used to storing spirituality, always felt insecure after exhausting it, just like Shushu's winter food reserves were taken out.

Then Lance directly drove Wushuang and swung the giant sword, harvesting those mushrooms like a lawn mower, and then sacrificed with his backhand.

Those out-of-control fungal parasites did not threaten him at all, and he didn't know how many cuts were made to replenish the consumed spirituality. Only at this moment did he feel what a sense of security was.

But the naked eye can see that there are still many mushrooms wandering around, and Lance is like an old farmer, continuing to harvest.

…………

In the spore forest deep in the wilderness, the witch who stirred the cauldron never stopped, adding some indescribably strange materials into the cauldron from time to time, and at the same time, the liquid rolling in the cauldron gradually gave off a strange smell.

"Wow wow!" It seemed that the pot of soup was about to be finished, and it could be seen that the guy was in a very good mood and let out a strange laugh.

It was only then that she could feel the strangeness of the witch, turning around and opening her mouth to a big cocoon made of emerald green thorns.

"The tribe is already dead, so why are you here to die? As long as you hand over your things, I will let you join us and become one of us."

"Only I can let you survive the disaster, you don't even know the doomsday..."

"Only I can let you see the truth of the world..."

All kinds of strange words popped out of her mouth, but people couldn't understand them at all.

But the big cocoon didn't make any movement, just remained silent.

Seeing that there was no response, the witch directly scooped up the weird thick soup with a spoon and poured it backhanded.

The moment the two came into contact, there was a "呲呲" sound, and the scorched smoke rose up, and the emerald green thorns became dry and yellow in an instant, and a strange force was eroding its vitality, corroding directly on the big cocoon. Out of traces.

But the thorns and vines moved, and the withered yellow part broke and fell to the ground, while other parts sprouted new sprouts in an instant, filling the corroded gap in an instant.

The witch kept pouring more soup on the cocoon, but in the blink of an eye the new thorns returned to normal.

Seeing this scene aroused her greed even more, shouting in her mouth: "That's mine!"

This kind of confrontation has already begun, and naturally it will not end, until a sudden feeling interrupted her movements, and she couldn't help turning around and looking in Hamlet's direction and roaring: "No! My child!"

(End of this chapter)