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Chapter 721 Battle between Monsters

When the madman fell to the ground with multiple bullet wounds, blood spread out, staining the ground red.

He wanted to point at something with his hand, but he was too weak to lift it. All he could do was keep his chest heaving like a bellows, and he coughed up blood foam.

When he fell, everyone thought the matter would come to an end.

But the problem is that it is the supernatural power that is out of control, and the human body is just a carrier, or even a cage.

More importantly, the darkness that obscured the sky also expanded the domain of a new god, making it easier for the corruption of flesh and blood to break through the boundaries of reality.

"Danger, leave here and don't destroy the scene."

"Is anyone injured? Send to the hospital quickly."

"..."

At this time, flames gathered from other places. More and more police were attracted by the gunshots and quickly dispersed the crowds around them according to regulations. However, they saw countless people lying on the ground.

Some simply fell into a coma, while others were completely unresponsive, becoming corpses whose lives were taken away by evil magic.

Perhaps it was because of the police training. They subconsciously wanted to protect the scene and treat the injured. They did not have the habit of repeating the shooting that the military had developed when dealing with cultists.

Or in most people's understanding, if you're shot eight times, you should die, right?
It was not until the "corpse" stood up again in the darkness that it attracted the attention of the police. They held up torches and discovered the horrifying scene by the light of the fire.

The one who stood up was not a human being at all, but a deformed monster with twisted flesh and blood, with densely packed black eyeballs that kept blinking as if peeping at something.

However, this alone is not enough to scare everyone. What is truly difficult to detect is the spiritual pollution that continuously radiates from the monsters, constantly impacting everyone's will.

In the supernatural world, the monster that was born out of control because of spiritual pollution is called the "Fallen One". So what should the monster whose flesh and blood are corrupted and whose soul is polluted be called?

No one knew that the newly trained police officers were studying public security management and had never seen such a scene before. They stood there in a daze. Only the flickering firelight seemed to reveal the anxiety and fear in those people's emotions.

For ordinary people, this is simply a synonym for despair, but the initiative is not in their hands.

Because the monster moved the next second!

"what!"

A scream came from the darkness, and a policeman who collapsed instantly because he was too close turned around and wanted to escape, but the monster considerately prevented him from becoming a deserter, because he was killed in an instant as soon as his eyes locked on him, and his flesh and blood showed varying degrees of changes.

If there are truly knowledgeable supernatural beings, they would know that those who are evil and fallen because of spiritual disorder will eventually have their bodies collapse because they cannot withstand the increasingly huge force. Their movements will be very slow and their behavior will be dominated by supernatural forces.

But the outrageous thing is that the corruption of flesh and blood makes up for this very well. The stronger body can withstand greater force without collapsing, which gives the monster even more powerful power.

Combined with the polluted aura of the fallen and the corruption of the cultists' flesh and blood, with two great powers serving one, how could that be a small blessing?
What will happen when such a monster is thrown into Hamlet?
"Go and call for help!"

"shot!"

He couldn't care less about all that now. When he saw his companion being killed by the monster, he immediately shot at the monster. However, the damage caused by the bullet on its body was barely painful. Instead of stopping it, it angered it.

But the police knew they had to drag it here, otherwise if the monster rushed out into the street it would be a massacre.

"Beep beep beep!"

"Evacuate! Get out of here!"

"what!"

Sharp whistles pierced the air, mixed with gunshots that tore through the dark silence, and a steady stream of police came to reinforce from other places.

Those policemen were like moths flying towards the flame, constantly being burned by the scorching flames, but still flying towards the flames.

They are Hamlet's order keepers, they are the lord's loyal people, and they have the glory of the police.

There is no doubt that the negative effects of darkness are becoming more and more obvious. The burning torches rush into the darkness, but fall to the ground in an instant and then gradually go out.

But more and more torches also reflected deeper darkness, and the monster's twisted figure became more powerful under the firelight.

The fear woven by countless screams enveloped everyone. Not everyone could withstand the tremendous pressure. Even the police began to go crazy. Some people abandoned everything and ran away.

But some people still chose to stand up and stop the monster. They had to buy more time for everyone, even if it meant death...

But the monster would not just stand there and wait for them, and it indiscriminately slaughtered the people retreating around it.

"For Hamlet!"

A policeman shouted and stood in front of ordinary people to face the horrible monster. When he was stared at by countless eyeballs, he seemed to lose all his courage, not to mention the monster's indescribable evil form.

He really wanted to turn around and run away, but when he thought of the countless ordinary people behind him, he became determined and raised his torch to rush forward.

However, at this moment, the shadow reflected by the fire actually swung its weapon at the monster.

He thought he had gone crazy, but it was indeed the pickaxe that pierced the monster's back directly, attracting its attention and allowing him to survive.

And an unexpected figure emerged from the shadows, it was the tomb robber Audrey.

You have to know that the madman ran away from the inn, and although the hotel is no longer full like when adventurers gathered in the early days, there are still many outsiders staying here temporarily.

The madman was the first to be driven mad by the ultra-dark vision, but he was not the first person to be affected.

If you really count it, Audrey was one of the first people to truly come into contact with Hamlet's darkness. After returning from that dark dungeon, she fell into long-term torture.

That experience had been tormenting her sanity. The emptiness and despair made her lose her desire for reality. She was like a gutter rat, and everything became meaningless.

Until the darkness fell, all kinds of noisy sounds outside, wailing, screaming, gunshots... seemed to instantly pull her back to the place of despair, and the violent reaction almost triggered her stress and caused her to fall into heart failure. Then she heard fierce shouting outside and the sound of continuous knocking on the door. The police who were preparing to evacuate ordinary people shouted until their throats were broken, and finally broke in through the door.

Because many people were affected by the spiritual riot and fell unconscious, the police didn't care and just carried her away.

The chaotic scene outside, the flickering flames, and the police who were fighting the monsters to their death in order to protect the people.

The policemen's perseverance in the midst of despair calmed her down because she remembered a man who had brought her out of the dungeon intact.

At this moment, her shaky soul suddenly stabilized as if it had found support. Audrey didn't know why, but she knew that she was alive again.

The policeman who was carrying Audrey felt a lightness on his back, and when he turned around, the person was gone. He suspected that he had gone crazy.

But Audrey was already fighting the monster. Compared to the police's moth-to-flame blocking, her nimble figure was able to hold the enemy back without getting hurt.

However, the dagger and poison dart she threw out did not cause much damage and could only delay the opponent.

This gave Hamlet some breathing space, and the policemen began to rescue their teammates. Some were killed by evil spells and there was no way to save them, but some of the injured could still be saved.

However, this window period was not too long, because Audrey's condition deteriorated rapidly. Don't forget that she had not eaten or drunk for a while, and the monster's strength was also very terrifying.

Then he raised his arm, which was twisted by deformed flesh, and wailed strangely at Audrey, and the violent spiritual impact rushed towards her, which meant that she was not a spellcaster, otherwise there would be problems.

Audrey broke free quickly. She had followed the lord to see some truly horrific places, and the torture she had endured over the past few days had made her more resistant.

Just this moment of distraction made her lose her greatest advantage, and now the monster had already rushed in front of her. If she was caught by the monster, she would not have much ability to resist.

Even if she wanted to dodge, she could not react. At this moment, she seemed to hear something. It was the sound of the chain moving. But why was it here...

Then the next second, there was a loud bang from the monster. It was the sound of flesh and steel colliding. Then the monster paused and inexplicably fell into stiffness.

It was then that Audrey saw in the firelight the strange man with a hunched back, chained and rags walking out.

The chain connected to the wrist shackles was held in his hand. The long chain hung down to the ground. From the blood-stained end, it could be seen that it was the weapon that had just hit the monster.

Looking at the monster again, the back of its head was hit by the chain, and large pieces of flesh were directly smashed. You can imagine how great the force was at that time.

There was no time to care about so many things now. Audrey, who had fought with those flesh monsters before, immediately used her pickaxe to finish off the monster, hitting it directly into the monster's head, causing the still-squirming flesh to tremble.

"Hurry up and find something to burn it!"

While shouting, he pulled out his pickaxe and wanted to continue finishing off the enemy.

But let me say it again, this guy is not a cultist, nor is he a flesh and blood demon. On the contrary, the two forces are in some kind of weird balance. In fact, behind it is the confrontation between the ancestor and the out-of-control spirit, and now they have broken it.

Instantly, a large amount of polluted spiritual energy was released, causing a tide that swept the surroundings. The most obvious thing was that a large number of torches in those people's hands were extinguished, which dealt a heavy blow to everyone's soul.

Audrey reacted in time and ran away, but was still caught up by the violent tide, and her whole body wilted instantly.

The flesh and blood body is dead, and now the evil spirit has the upper hand, but the body is not such an inconvenient thing!

The monster's flesh and blood continued to mutate, and countless eyeballs closed, but increasingly powerful spiritual fluctuations were still spreading, and the unrestrained power seemed to devour everything.

"Ah!" Wailing sounds came from the chained man's mouth. Because he was close to them, he suffered a lot of impact, which happened to hit his weak spot.

The blood in the body seemed to be boiling, and there was a tearing pain in the muscles and bones all over the body. But what was even more painful was that there seemed to be a voice constantly echoing in the mind. If one wanted to stop all this, he would have to release "himself".

The chains on his body clanged, and the uniquely shaped padlocks grew dimmer in the spiritual turmoil.

Until one moment, the man suddenly bent over, the muscles on his skinny body squirmed, the blood vessels bulged, and a strange force broke out from the inside out. The next second, the teeth-grinding sound of chains tearing could be heard.

┗|｀O′|┛哦~~
With a roar, the man broke free from the shackles and tore the rags that covered him, but what appeared was no longer a human being, but a monster shaped like a demon from hell.

The body is much larger, and sulfur-like yellow-green blood vessels can be seen bulging on the red skin. The strong muscles all over the body look like lava fissures against the backdrop of the blood vessels.

Although he had five fingers on both hands, they were all transformed into powerful sharp claws. His feet were also arched like those of cows and sheep, and also had sharp claws. No wonder he didn't wear shoes.

The most exaggerated shape is the head. It doesn't look like a human at all, but a ferocious animal head like a wolf, with a mouth full of sharp teeth.

There were exaggeratedly long horns on its head. If it weren't for the branding pattern on its face, it would be hard to recognize that this monster was the man who had just transformed.

And this guy really didn't seem to be rational. Audrey, who was struggling against the power of the Fallen One, was stunned when she saw this scene.

Aren't you a teammate? Why do you look like the monster?

It’s over, it’s over. I can’t even beat one of them, and now another one is going crazy…

No one knew what kind of power the werewolf with the appearance of a purgatory demon had, but it was actually moving around in the polluted spiritual tide as if nothing had happened.

And he seemed to still have some sanity left, his eyes fixed on the mutated monster, he lowered his head and charged without mercy.

Crash!

The power unleashed by the whole person was so great that he easily crushed the brick ground and slammed into the monster like a dump truck, stirring up the transformation process and causing the monster to fly directly and crash into the building next to it, making a loud bang.

In other words, the building quality of Hamlet is okay. If it were located somewhere else, it might have been directly crashed through.

However, the matter was not over yet. The violent werewolf stretched out its strong and powerful left arm and tore at him, and pieces of flesh and blood splattered under its sharp claws.

What was even more horrifying was that the werewolf actually bit the monster, completely ignoring the decay of its flesh and blood, and used its sharp claws to tear the monster apart.

The monster that had survived countless bullets was torn into pieces in a short period of time. The violent spiritual tide began to recede, and the pollution dissipated, but the werewolf whose rage had not yet subsided was left behind. Its eyes seemed to be locked on Audrey who was still present.

Damn it! Why are you looking at me?
Thanks to [Enqingmao] for the 1000 reward