Chapter 209: Gao Weier's Fall (Thirteen)

The sharp scissors wielded by the two remains were not real weapons.

It was an invisible technique formed by the influence of winter, blade and moth phase. However, due to the special chill contained in the winter phase, the invisible scissors seemed to reveal a trace of outline in the cold wind and snow.

The scissors suddenly hit Faris, and he immediately felt that the three phases of mana contained in it had reached the second level.

With the sharpness of the blade phase, the bone-chilling coldness of the winter phase was like a thin ice needle, piercing his pores, entwining his bones like a thorn in the bone, trying to hinder his actions.

The moth phase mana also tried to shake his mind, making him abandon and forget... Faris responded happily, and the pale silver hair fell off his head.

Not only did he not feel any weakness, but he stimulated the moth phase in his soul, making the buzzing in his brain more severe.

Looking at the familiar corpse flying towards him over the heads of five deformed and burly townspeople, Faris recognized in just a moment that it was a corpse attached to a Mansu creature... In the past, when he was young, he had summoned these low-level summons many times, and he had quite a bit of experience in how to resist these half-dead monsters.

He turned his wrist, and the blade of the dagger that was originally slashing at the neck of the giant townsman deflected, and he chopped directly at the deformed and huge bone claws.

With a clang, the bone claws and the dagger collided fiercely, and a crisp sound like the intersection of metal and iron burst out, and fierce sparks splashed. The seemingly incomparably hard and rugged bone claws suddenly cracked into a deep gully, extending all the way to the arm, and the broken body was further torn, and the radius was exposed.

But Faris looked completely unharmed, and even had enough energy to kick away another attacking sprouting zombie in the air.

He kicked directly at the swollen head of the sprouting zombie, and the opponent's forehead collapsed immediately, and there was a faint sound like wood cracking.

But the gray and miserable green had also taken the opportunity to wrap around his feet, and the thick vines quickly spread and wrapped around his calves. The sharp thorns protruded from the plant tendrils and pierced deeply into his flesh and blood, as if they wanted to take root and grow here firmly, absorbing his flesh and blood and nutrients.

The first collision between Faris and the two corpses was a win-win and loss, and both suffered losses.

The first time he landed over the giant townsman who was still immersed in the buzzing in his head, he immediately swung a dagger and chopped at his calf - the gray-green plants that kept wrapping around him were real ulcers. If they were not quickly removed, they would continue to absorb your flesh and blood nutrients, spread further and grow until they completely submerged your body and squeezed you into a mummy.

With a flash of silver light, the gray-green plant that looked like roots and vines had broken into several pieces. It was still twisting its body as it fell to the ground, like a long worm that was dead but not stiff.

Even the plant spikes that tried to hide in the flesh and release paralyzing toxins were squeezed out by the moth, along with the yellow turbid venom.

But before Faris turned around to face the two corpses, the sound of crackling bullets had already been heard at the foot of the mountain. Sharp bullets whizzed through the wind and snow, like a continuous rainstorm attacking him.

The power of these bullets was also quite limited. There was not even a trace of blade or casting attached. It just tore his flesh and blood, and was stuck in the bones and could not be stored. Not even a bone fracture could be caused. Even the accuracy was extremely poor. Many bullets missed and hit the dumb giant townspeople instead.

However, this seemingly inaccurate attack was actually calculated by the Crossroads Cult.

With a sizzling sound, the bullet pierced into the giant townsman's body. The pain, like the bite of a tiny mosquito, began to further stimulate their violent ferocity, and the scarlet blood completely devoured their eyes.

The five huge beasts turned their heads suddenly, staring at Faris who was half squatting on the ground and had not yet stood up, with primitive and savage beastly light bursting out of their red eyes.

"Roar!"

The giant townsman closest to the target suddenly let out a deafening roar, clenched his big hands like a palm leaf fan into fists, and smashed forward heavily, hitting Faris' chest!

However, before this heavy punch like a cannonball reached its destination, it suddenly met a sharp cold light halfway, and the huge fist had separated from the arm like a ripe fruit falling off a branch, blood plasma gushed out, the broken section of the wrist was flat and smooth, and the eerie white bones were clearly visible, and the broken fist rolled down the snow.

But even with such serious injuries, this stupid giant townsman did not flinch at all. He even suppressed his pain response and did not stop because of the pain. Even if his fist was cut off, he would use his broken arm to hit the target in front of him!

The broken wrist hit Faris' chest like a stick, and the overwhelming force directly knocked him to the ground.

The subsequent giant townsmen saw this and jumped up one by one, rushing towards the fallen target, as if heavy mountains fell from the sky, vowing to crush this thin and slender target into a puddle of meat!

Faris took the giant townsman's broken wrist blow, but felt a little stuffy in his chest, but his movements were not affected at all. He immediately rolled on the snow to avoid the mountain that fell from the sky - if he was pressed by these five giants weighing thousands of pounds together, even he would find it difficult to break free in a short time.

However, just as he stepped to dodge, the long-silent sniper shot again. A whistling sound suddenly sounded in the town, and the slender hexagonal bullet penetrated the wind and snow and hit his knee accurately!

The sharp metal with a blade-like edge tore through the flesh and blood, and cleverly got stuck in the gap between his kneecaps, making him completely unconscious in half of his leg and unable to move.

And it was this pause that gave the stupid beasts an opportunity.

I saw a giant town resident with a female face rushing over first. Although she could no longer hit the target smoothly, her big hands like a palm leaf fan still grabbed Faris's shoulders, vowing to control the fleeing target in place so that other companions could hit the target.

With a wave of his dagger, Faris easily cut off the hand that was grabbing his shoulder, but just as he continued to move forward, the hateful sprouting zombies released winding vines that stretched out and tightly bound his legs and feet, restricting his movements.

Even though he had immediately cut off the vines wrapped around his legs, it was precisely because of this moment of interference that the heavy meat mountain that seemed to cover the sky had already fallen down.

The huge body of at least more than 300 pounds pressed heavily on Faris. Even though his bones were as hard as steel, he couldn't help but let out a creaking wail at this moment. A stream of bright red blood slowly flowed out from the bottom.

One, two, three... five meat mountains pressed up in an orderly manner, and the heavy sound of hitting the ground rang out one after another, even the snow trembled, and the frightened snow particles trembled and jumped.

Under the meat mountain, crisp bone-breaking sounds came one after another, coming from Faris at the bottom and from the giant townspeople who were under pressure from their companions.

Faris was completely imprisoned under the heavy layers of meat, with only one hand lucky enough to escape. At this moment, the veins were already bulging and he was struggling to dig into the snow.

However, even this only hand was quickly entangled and wrapped by the vines that swept over, firmly restraining it from moving.

The victory of the Crossroads Cult seemed to be just around the corner. As long as the housekeeper of the Gowell Inn was defeated, the only one left would be the old innkeeper, Michaelis, who had not made any movement so far.

However, just as the broken zombie followed the summoner's instructions, dragging its bone claws, which became sharper the more broken they were, towards the meat mountain.

When it was about to cut off the target's palm, it suddenly heard a thunderous roar like a giant drum, which exploded directly in its consciousness!

And in this evil drum sound, there was also a strange and hoarse laughter that was difficult to describe specifically.

This strange laughter was crazy and wild, and it spread more and more as the strange red blood gradually spread out from under the meat mountain. The snow suddenly appeared in circles like water.

The broken zombie only felt that his thinking activities suddenly stopped, and his memory seemed to have stopped recording, or it could be said that part of his memory was suddenly missing.

When it woke up again and looked at the pile of meat, it found that the thunderous fluctuations, the crazy and unreasonable strange laughter, and the scarlet and bright blood seemed to have covered the whole place in an instant. Even the whistling wind was stained with a crazy meaning, the fluttering snowflakes began to dance wantonly, and the cold air became sweet and fragrant... Even the broken zombies who no longer relied on the five senses of mortals to perceive the world could smell this strange and resounding breath.

Then, its special vision, which was different from that of ordinary people, observed that the gray, bright red and tender mottled colors gradually rose from the bottom of the blood-red meat mountain, like a wisp of colorful smoke rising up, quickly rendering and soaking the five layers of meat mountain.

Layers of pale skin fell off like pages of a book, exposing muscle fibers that were abnormally swollen, but even these fibers as tough as steel wire began to lose control, breaking one by one, and the freed flesh and blood fibers began to dance happily, splashing deadly fragrance into the air.

The female giant townsman at the bottom was the first to be unable to suppress the alien hunger that emerged in her heart. She turned her head suddenly and bit the arm of her companion hanging in front of her back.

She exerted so much force that her chewing muscles bulged high, and she immediately bit off a large piece of dancing flesh and blood. She felt the active taste and moving taste in her mouth, and felt that her hunger and thirst became more and more vigorous... Delicious, but it’s not enough! I want more! ! !

So she bit her companion's arm more wantonly, and she seemed to have started a chain reaction, causing the other four giant townspeople to turn their heads and start eating each other.

And this constant struggling and twisting movement immediately caused the high tower of meat mountains to collapse, and the first pile of meat mountains on the top fell down first.

When he landed on his face, he immediately found that the palm wrapped in gray-green plants exuded the most attractive fragrance. He licked the intoxicating blood-colored snow while biting the annoying vines that prevented him from enjoying the delicious food.

This rude behavior immediately caused dissatisfaction among the sprouting zombies. Although it was living in the corpses of mortals, its essence had long been replaced by other things. It was the least affected by the secret teachings, and it still remembered the summoner's orders in its heart. It immediately extended thick vines, trying to wrap up the gradually disintegrating meat mountain, and continued to maintain this suppression posture, so as to prevent the secret teacher at the bottom from escaping.

However, even if it tried its best, it could not reach the tremendous power of the remaining four layers of meat mountain, and it could not stop these mindless beasts from getting lost in the appetite of the cup phase.

The Broken Zombie finally stepped forward and cut off the struggling palm with one claw, and the blood gushed out, painting the snow red.

However, the blood-colored and mellow spring gushing out of the broken wrist released an indescribable wonderful and mellow wine aroma, which made the intoxicated meat mountain even more hungry and thirsty.

They suddenly burst out with unprecedented strength, broke free from the shackles of the sprouting zombies, and all crawled to the broken wrist, greedily sucking the sweet blood spring, while the smartest and first giant townsman who fell had already grabbed the broken palm and ran to the side to enjoy it alone.

The meat mountain inevitably collapsed, and the imprisoned monster finally broke free.

A round of silver light flashed, and the gray-green vines wrapped around it broke one after another, and the sweet juice splashed everywhere.

Another round of silver light flashed, and four bright red blood lines appeared on the throat of the greedy giant townsman.