Chapter 457： stitch monster

Chapter 457 Stitching Monster

Just as the fighting under Nabil Forest Castle was going on fiercely.

On a sub-wall tower inside the castle, King Tihamoyle of Yaco, the queen, and many members of the royal family were present. Most of them had expressions of panic and tension on their faces, but the king was slightly calm.

"King, I... why do we have to follow here? Can't we stay in Netmoni? It's too dangerous here, I want to go back..."

A young man in a fine light yellow padded jacket was clinging to the pillar, his eyes looked at the blood rain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows from time to time, and the battlefield outside the city wall in the distance, stammering.

"..."

The king did not respond to the junior's words, but turned his head, and whispered to his wife to take care of his youngest daughter, the twelve-year-old Princess Ahsoka.

The queen nodded slightly, took the hand of the youngest daughter from the hand of another royal lady, and held her in her arms. Ahsoka's eyes were a little confused, his small arms wrapped around his mother's waist, and he leaned his face against her arms, his gaze shifted from the faces of those flustered uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, to his father's back.

She knew that her country was at war, but she didn't understand why these relatives were so afraid. Could it be because the enemy was very powerful?

Ahsoka often hears about the Trisul Empire in the palace, and probably knows that it is a big country different from the Principality of Yaco, and even the Principality of Biako is much more prosperous...

But why fight?

Didn't my father say that the Principality of Yaco was once part of the Trisul Empire, just like Brother Carlo, although he left Natmani after the coming-of-age ceremony, and was entrusted by his father to the Pala Land as the lord, But aren't we still a family?

In the attic of the tower, the atmosphere is very dignified.

At this time, the door creaked and was pushed open, and seven or eight men strode in. It was the Rose Messenger Group headed by Urbert Messenger.

"Your Majesty Tiha, I didn't expect you to love the people so much that you personally brought your family to the front line to oversee the battle. After hearing the news, the army guarding the Nabil Forest Castle was greatly encouraged and their morale was raised a lot..."

Messenger Ulbert stroked his chest lightly in salute, and said with a light smile.

In fact, he was quite clear in his heart that His Majesty the King of Yaco in front of him probably did not trust the envoys of the Beelzebub Kingdom very much, and had already planned to flee... Coming to the front to supervise the battle is one aspect. It works. Once the Nabil Forest Castle is captured, the Principality of Yaco will have no room to resist. At that time, the other party will be able to evacuate with the royal family members as soon as possible.

Ulbert did not point out this point, but instead complimented the other party with a smirk. He doesn't care whether the king of Yaco and the royal family are dead or alive, as long as the order of the Rose King is fulfilled... use the Nabil Forest Castle as a meat grinder, let Yako's army and civilians serve as fuel, and swallow as much as possible The flesh and blood of the Imperial Army!

"Envoy Ulbert, thank you very much for your help. I have seen the situation on the battlefield. It is indeed as you said, successfully resisting the attack of the imperial army..."

King Tihamoyle smiled, and did not answer the other party's words, but turned his head and nodded to express his gratitude.

"The Kingdom of Beelzebub is indeed a powerful country, possessing power beyond our Ako's reach...Even though the imperial army is extremely brave, the extraordinary means brought by you can give ordinary troops an astonishing boost. "

As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed, euphemistically speaking of the seemingly evil and brutal Blood Rain Ceremony as a means of strengthening the army.

Ulbert still wanted to say a few words modestly, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that some Yake soldiers fled in panic on the high wall outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Um?"

King Tihamoel noticed the strangeness of the messenger, and followed his gaze back to the battlefield.

I saw that the imperial military had already been shattered by the "degenerate meat puppets" transformed by the blood rain, but a group of young men and women with different clothes and strange dresses came from behind, and the number numbered thousands.

These guys who obviously don't look like soldiers, relying on powerful flintlock guns and bombs, instantly curbed the momentum of the "degenerate meat puppets", and each displayed extraordinary methods to continuously eliminate those twisted human monsters.

One of the figures caught the attention of King Tihar.

Because the distance was too far, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, so he could only judge that he was a young man based on his vague body shape and attire... This person was like a sharp knife, and he was inserted into the camp of "Fallen Meat Puppet" in turn. Thousands of weird men and women opened a distance of hundreds of meters, and went deep alone, forming a sharp contrast.

I saw the opponent continuously throwing poker cards one after another, accurately hitting every "corrupted meat puppet" within 20 meters in front of him, and these cards flew out of the opponent's hand, like terrible blades, easily cutting through the twisted monster Bloody arrows splashed out of his limbs and head.

And the king also saw with his own eyes that this enemy flicked his cloak and moved forward on the battlefield, like a real magician, performing "teleportation" like turning the battlefield into a stage.

Those distorted human bodies that are terrifying to the king, once they get close to this person, they will be easily torn to pieces by the opponent's palm that turns into a crocodile head!

"Sure enough, the Imperial Army still has countermeasures..."

King Tiha couldn't help but took a deep breath, retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice.

The envoy Urbert was silent for a few seconds, then chuckled suddenly, raised a finger and said to the king:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, although the Imperial Army has sent a large number of undead aliens, the 'Flesh and Blood Punishment Ceremony' has just begun... Wait a moment, and you will see them retreat steadily."

As he spoke, Ulbert walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the tower, overlooking the battlefield in the distance, and opened his arms and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Wow, the number of these undead aliens should be two to three thousand, and they are all superhumans... It's a pity that they are still too weak."

He shook his head.

King Tiha and the members of the royal family stood quietly, with a little hope, hoping that the battle would turn out as the messenger said... In this way, they would not have to abandon their power and wealth and leave here.

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"Fuck! Brother Beizi is too fierce!"

The Dragon King spread his arms and turned into huge dark brown wings like a falcon, hovering over the battlefield. After seeing the back of the monster tide in front of him, he shouted excitedly.

He saved a short video of what he saw and shared it on the power channel, so that all the circus players who are fighting can know.

"—This method, this operation, this viewability... a proper boss!"

"—Judging from the back view and the ability to shoot, it really looks like a replica of Jack... But I have to say, he is really handsome!"

"—Let's call Brother Beizi 'Little Jack' now, hahahahaha..."

"—As we all know, the head of the circus, the consul of the Senate of the Generous Parliament, and the member of the Imperial Jury, Jack Speight... are known as 'Little Beizi'."

"—die laughing."

"—Don't be so merry! Hurry up and kill monsters! There are a lot of people dying in the west, and there is a gap!"

"—Received! I came out of the resurrection point in the rear camp, and rushed over there immediately to support!"

Circus players communicated in the chat channel.

With their help, the imperial army quickly regrouped. Under the officers' whistles and orders, they assembled in an orderly manner, and once again fired muskets at the wave of fallen puppets.

The sound of crackling gunfire was endless, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke permeated the air.

Countless twisted human bodies were pierced by bullets, shattered like broken dolls, and fell down on the way of sprinting.

Seeing that the imperial army gradually overwhelmed the monster and was about to fight to the gate of the castle, at this moment, bursts of earthquake-like loud noises rang out.

Boom!

As if taking Nabil Forest Castle as the center, a shock wave visible to the naked eye was set off in all directions. The blood rain falling from the sky turned into blood mist, and the stumps and broken arms on the battlefield floated as if they lost gravity.

Immediately, under the amazed eyes of everyone, these stumps and broken arms seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible huge hands, constantly twisting and twisting, forming seven huge "flesh vortexes" in the midair of the battlefield!

Even some of the "Fallen Meat Puppets" who were charging and wreaking havoc flew up uncontrollably and were sucked into the vortex.

"What the **** is this?!"

A player looked up at the vision in the sky and said in amazement.

"No... I don't know, it seems to be some big move by the other party, we won't all be seconded, right?"

The player next to him replied.

KaKaKa…

The scalp-numbing sound of bones breaking, accompanied by the greasy sound of disgusting mucus, spread to the surroundings, and the seven vortexes shrunk and became smaller, finally forming a "big meat" composed of flesh and blood with a diameter of more than ten meters. The ball" crashed to the ground.

Boom!

The soil soaked by the blood rain set off layers of dark red soil waves, and the imperial army and players could clearly feel the tremors under their feet.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the seven huge meat **** started to squirm, and gradually unfolded dozens of pairs of thick arms and legs curled up in a ball, and stood like a huge "centipede human body" up.

It looks like a giant monster stitched together by countless corpses, with countless heads growing on its body, some of which are fallen meat puppets, and some are soldiers of the imperial army, with hideous faces, howling and howling.

Boom boom boom...

The seven suture monsters took a step forward and rushed towards the imperial army like a mountain toppled.

"Fire!"

Beep!

The officer blew his whistle vigorously to convey the firing order.

The soldiers of the imperial army were shocked when they saw the huge monster, but they were not timid. They raised their guns and pulled the trigger without retreating.

Amidst the crackling sound, countless dense ballistic trajectories concentrated on the stitch monster, but they couldn't cause substantial damage at all.

Next second.

There were several loud bangs, and the ground seemed to explode like a wave of earth. A suture monster raised many fists and beat wildly in the camp of the imperial army. I don't know how many soldiers were directly smashed into flesh.

Suddenly, the hoarse retreat orders and shouts were intertwined with screams.

The players reacted early and began to focus on the seven suture monsters.

They realized that this might be the second stage of the war, and they were facing the "level boss", so they almost did not hold back their output.

However, the behemoth in front of me seems to have a certain degree of mysterious resistance. The sequence abilities used by the players can cause very limited damage to it, even comparable to those ordinary flintlock guns...

Almost impossible to break the defense!

at this time.

A fireball burning with golden light fell from the sky, directly hitting the chest of a stitch monster.

Whoosh—Boom!

The huge impact made the Stitch Monster stagger, and a raging fire was burning on his body.

The players followed the direction of the fireball, turned their heads and looked back, and found that the huge mechanical catapults were firing golden cannonballs... The attack on the stitch monster came from them.

However, the stitch monster itself is composed of "corrupted meat puppets", which has strong high temperature resistance. Even though its body is burning with flames, it still moves non-stop and wreaks havoc in the camp of the imperial army.

At the same time, the constant rain of blood from the sky was still providing the Stitch Monster with a steady stream of energy, prompting it to recover from the minor injuries on its body.

Seeing this, the Imperial Army and the players seemed to be in a difficult predicament.

There was a soft whistling sound, the flying card flashed across the line of sight, and the figure of Polaris suddenly appeared in front of a suture monster. He was holding a small hand crossbow in his hand, and with a few squeaks, he shot out several red rays of light, hitting the opponent.

I saw several arms of this suture monster disappear out of thin air, and there were strange wounds that had been bitten on his body.

"efficient!"

"Brother Beizi is awesome!"

"To defeat the BOSS, you still have to rely on Brother Bei Zi's output!"

The players shouted excitedly.

hold head high-

The heads on the Stitched Monster screamed together, making a strange and majestic howl. The blood rained continuously from the sky, pouring its huge body, and soon new arms grew out of it.

The players' happy mood once again fell to the bottom.

The Stitched Monster used its newly grown arm to take a few snaps and almost knocked Polaris down from the sky. Fortunately, he flew out of the card in the first place and shifted his position, thus avoiding being caught in a second.

"A Bei, is there another way?"

"Our damage is too low, we can't even break through the defense... This big guy is not afraid of crowd tactics at all."

Dongyang and Chenxi came to Polaris and said in a deep voice.

Polaris shook his head helplessly as he watched the stitch monsters still wreaking havoc.

Several members of Gaowan's team couldn't help showing headache expressions.

Right now.

In the camp behind.

All the cadres of the circus have returned. They stood quietly behind the head of the circus, looking at the distant battlefield together.

As the rain of blood became heavier and heavier, Antonio suddenly sneezed, his eyes gradually covered with bloodshot eyes, he shook his head a few times, and said to the boss in a deep voice:

"Mr. Jack, Anton feels a little uncomfortable... It seems like something is growing out of his body, it's very itchy and uncomfortable... Anton wants to kill, wants to vent."

Chen Lun looked back at the cow thoughtfully.

I guessed in my heart that the ritual arranged by the other party might have inadvertently triggered the strange holy sword in Anton's body, which caused it to have some symptoms of discomfort.

'Forget it, players are not good at dealing with such enemies at this stage...'

Immediately, he nodded and chuckled, touched Anton's forehead affectionately and said:

"In this case, let's play."

"Thank you, Mr. Jack."

Antonio snorted happily, danced a five-second "tap dance" with four legs on the spot, and rushed out immediately.

Floy and the rest of his men continued to remain silent, watching the cows gradually disappear into the **** rain.

(end of this chapter)