Chapter 2165 Ugly Monster

At the moment, whatever Carter Horton's strategy is, it doesn't matter.

Because, the third wave of disaster is beginning to happen.

It was like a giant gluttonous beast. It first stretched out its two sharp claws, teased the prey, and then showed its fangs.

A ferocious big hand was sunk deep into the edge of the pit, and the thorny muscles were like little mice lurking under the skin, constantly burrowing in and out.

Soon, an ugly face appeared.

The sunken eye sockets, shriveled eyeballs, and the two ends of the huge mouth extend below the ears. If they were opened completely, it would really be a bloody mouth that could swallow a human head whole.

Inside the huge mouth, there are two dense rows of sharp fangs, which reflect cold light in the sun, like sharpened razors.

"What an ugly monster! It's so ugly that it makes you shudder!" I shuddered and subconsciously said, "Why don't we just ignore this monster and let's attack those that look pretty and pretty."

After being slapped hard on the back of the head, the old Duke laughed and scolded: "You dare to be picky at this time, believe it or not, I will punish you with military law!"

"I don't believe it. You old man can't bear it." I touched the back of my head and said with a smile.

After hearing this, the old Duke said with a smile: "I am reluctant to kill you, but I am willing to beat you. I know that you have strong self-healing ability and cannot be beaten, but I didn't say that you are not afraid of pain."

"Hey, look at you, you're serious. I'm just kidding you." I quickly put down the telescope and smiled as I rubbed the old Duke's shoulders and patted his back: "Actually, I have disliked that monster for a long time. I have been thinking about it just now. How can we deal with it to relieve our anger? You are right. We can't be picky. Since the task we received is to stop the third wave of disasters, and now a monster has appeared in this third wave of disasters, it is not enough for everyone to share. Yes, you see I am idle, how about you let me go up and practice my skills first? It can be considered as finding something to do."

"Yeah." The old Duke nodded comfortably: "No."

"Huh?" I looked confused, and then stopped: "Why, you just nodded!"

"Nodding does not mean permission. Besides, we still don't know how strong this monster is. If it is ridiculously strong and kills you, Master Dewey will have to skin us old bones?"

When I heard this, I became even more unhappy: "You won't let me go up here, so why did you bring me here? To see the scenery? Or to watch the excitement?"

"Only you can command those mechanical puppets. If I don't bring you here, the overall strength of the army will be reduced by at least 30%."

"This is an army of tens of thousands! My destroyers only brought a few hundred people, so how come they accounted for 30% of the combat strength?"

"Soldiers are more valuable than finess." The old Duke picked up the telescope and observed the ugly monster in the distance. He said leisurely: "Except for the occasional few of our tens of thousands of troops who have reached the lowest level of national strength, the rest are all tens of thousands." A first-level adventurer, in terms of combat prowess, he is definitely not your driver, so why is he?"

"The Destroyer Legion."

"Oh, yes, I am definitely no match for your Destroyer Legion." At this point, the old Duke paused and then said: "I heard that your Destroyer Legion has a total of one thousand Destroyers. This operation , why did you only bring a hundred?"

"One hundred is a lot, that's one-tenth of my overall strength!" I complained: "Look at the soldiers you brought with you, they are less than one percent of the population of a small town. , before I said anything, you started scolding me."

"Hey, I'm an elder. Are you still unhappy?"

"What you said doesn't make sense. Of course I have to refute it. A great man once said this: 'I love my teacher, but I love the truth even more.'"

After listening to my argument, not only the old Duke laughed, but also Mr. Taylor. The old man hit me on the head with a wine bag: "You kid, don't talk nonsense there, and calm down. There may be a fierce fight soon." One game, use your strength at that time.”

The old man's words were very reasonable. I couldn't refute it, so I had to sit down obediently and observe the ugly monster and the source of the disaster.

Since we are responsible for blocking the third wave of disaster, that means we cannot let any monster escape our control.

In order to identify the strength of the monster without causing any damage to our army, the only way is to send a powerful but experienced warrior to fight it.

There are not many such characters, and there happens to be one next to me, Achilles.

Legend has it that the heroic attendant has experienced several disasters and has a considerable understanding of disasters. He is also very powerful and can even challenge the forces of three countries without losing.

With his strength and Taylor's healing skills, as long as he is not directly killed to pieces, he can be saved. Even if he is disabled, he can be healed.

Here I have to admire the old man’s extraordinary healing skills.

As long as it doesn't, he can be cured. With this layer of protection, Achilles has no worries. He holds the war spear and the war shield and strode away from the ugly monster.

As soon as one person and one monster met each other, they went straight to work without saying a word.

Achilles thrust out a spear, like a rainbow, tearing the air, sending out a harsh sonic boom, heading straight for the monster's head.

The monster showed no sign of weakness. It raised its big paw suddenly and blocked it in front of it. In the blink of an eye, it expanded more than ten times like an inflated ball. In an instant, it changed from a human claw to a bear claw.

The tip of the spear pierced the center of the bear's paw, making a muffled sound. Then, a majestic force of transformation surged out, destroying the monster's paw that had been stabbed with flesh and blood.

Muffled sounds continued one after another, and the chubby giant hand, which was bigger than a human head, was blown to pieces with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The monster grinned in pain and backed away.

Achilles' consistent philosophy in dealing with monsters is to never show mercy.

Although the monster grinned and looked pitiful, he couldn't feel any sympathy for it - why did it look so ugly?

The spear was retracted and thrust out again, accurately hitting the monster's ferocious mummified head. Although this thrust was not as fierce as the previous thrust, it still had five or six points of strength. Unexpectedly, it did not pierce its head, but got stuck in it. Inside the skull, it cannot be pulled out or penetrated.

Just when Achilles was suspicious, he saw the monster smile ferociously and suddenly turned around.

This turn scared me.

The monster's head was still facing Achilles, but its deformed body had been turned 180 degrees. I could even imagine the constant screams from its slender neck.

That was the sound made when the neck bones were broken.

What is this monster going to do?

Could it be that he refused to die at the hands of Achilles and chose to commit suicide?

Just when I was puzzled, I saw dozens of deformed meat bags explode at the same time on the monster's twisted back.