Chapter 208 The Fall of Gowell (12)

Chapter 208 The Fall of Gowell (12)

The muscles are swollen like a puff of air, the arms are as thick as a mortal thigh, the thighs are as thick as a mortal waist, and the waist is as thick as a millstone.

Only the muscles in the head are shallowly distributed and not swollen. It still maintains its original appearance. Compared with the huge body, the head looks a bit petite, like a child inserted into the body of a strong man in his prime. His head looked particularly deformed and shrunken.

And this is the masterpiece of the Crossroads Order during this period.

These townspeople have been tortured by the magic of the esoteric cultists for many days, and they have become crazy and disorderly. Their hearts are filled with anger, lust, hunger, thirst, madness and other indescribable negative emotions.

And their muscles were injected with semi-finished diluted vitality liquid brought by the support team.

These vitality liquids have been specially added to make them more suitable for mortal bodies. While the effect of strengthening the body is becoming more and more obvious, the side effects are naturally becoming more and more obvious.

Mortals who have been injected with this semi-finished vitality liquid will only be abnormally excited at first, and they will only feel the unyielding power flowing in their blood vessels. They can't help but consume the excessive energy by cultivating the bed, running and boxing, singing and dancing, etc. .

But the Crossroads Order will naturally not allow these mortals to waste the vitality liquid they finally extracted. It will only imprison and restrain them, and at the same time interfere with their thinking with subtle spiritual influence, kill the light in their skulls, and make them crazy. As stupid as an unenlightened child, he obediently obeys the orders of the Crossroads Order.

Then, with the further infusion of vitality liquid, the hearts of these innocent townspeople began to be filled with violent emotions, and the whites of their cloudy eyes began to breed scarlet bloodshot eyes.

If this violent impulse cannot be vented in time, they will transfer the impulse to destroy everything to themselves, and start to self-mutilate crazily, picking at their own skin with their fingertips, and digging out their own flesh and blood like digging the ground.

Therefore, the Order of the Cross did not inject these townspeople with a threshold dose of vitality liquid until they were about to launch an offensive operation.

When the muscles of this group of cannon fodder troops swelled to the point where they were about to burst through the restraint ropes, they were immediately released and driven to the bottom of the cliff like a shepherd driving herds of herbivorous sheep. The lampman Mei, who was good at controlling the mind, Lanie inspired Blade John's last command idea - attack! attack! attack!

How to enable mortals to easily master the powerful taboo power has always been an important research direction of the Crossroads Order.

This group of monsters with deformed and swollen muscles is the latest research result of the cult - the unintelligent soldiers created by this method are the best assault cannon fodder troops. Their strength is far greater than that of ordinary people, and they are not disturbed by pain at all. , the pain will only further arouse the violent ferocity in their hearts and intensify their inner thoughts of destroying everything in front of them - presumably this vitality potion will satisfy the patron and increase their support.

The two special monsters at the end of the cannon fodder unit are the Blade-Phase Broken Walking Dead and the Moth-Phase Sprouting Walking Corpse summoned from Mansu by the Crossroads Order, using those scraps that could not withstand the injection of vitality liquid and had their hearts beat too fast to stop beating. corpse.

At this moment, this deformed and weird cannon fodder unit is steadily launching an attack on the cliff!

The five townspeople, who looked like little giants, were wearing simple chainmails, holding large shields as thick as door panels and long, straight-edged swords as thick as a palm - these were made by the caster Istvan who had died heroically and worked overtime to make them. The equipment comes out.

They lined up in a straight line and walked up the cliff with heavy and orderly steps that resonated with the rhythm of the unified heart. Every step made the snow on the ground seem to jump.

The surprised old Ethan lay down on the path of the second cannon fodder unit. He felt the abnormal vibrations coming back from the ground beneath him, and felt that his heart seemed to be beating involuntarily following the opponent's steps.

But such a slow rhythm is not the beating frequency of the heart. The slow-beating heart cannot even pump enough blood to circulate throughout the body. He suddenly felt dizzy in his head, but thought it was just an illusion due to shock, but he did not know that his blood was It has been drained almost dry.

When the second cannon fodder unit came to the sole survivor of the first cannon fodder unit, old Ethan's eyes had been completely stained with the grayness of death, but there was still a smile on his face - before he died At the last moment before his death, he saw the love of his heart again.

The second cannon fodder unit never set its sights on this old man in the town who they once admired very much. They just loyally followed their inner orders and silently moved forward, crushing some corpses that were blocking the way.

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Farris looked at the blood flower blooming in the snow in the distance and the unusually tall townspeople walking on the flower. Those pairs of red and violent eyes were staring at him closely.

He couldn't help but raise his head and laugh: "Hahaha, it's really interesting. I didn't expect that in less than eighteen years, such interesting things have already been invented outside!"

"There must be many new and unknown ingredients in the world. It seems that our recipes must be revised and improved!"

Faris laughed wildly and suddenly stepped on the ground and jumped into the air, actively facing the giant townspeople holding shields and wielding swords.

The strange sound of fluttering wings and the roar of the wind poured into the ears of the cannon fodder troops and poured into their brains. An inexplicable emotion of disgust arose.

They looked at the weapons and armor in their hands, which were not actually heavy, and suddenly felt that these iron pieces were superfluous and unnecessary. Why on earth do we have to take these things?

If these iron cards and iron pieces are of no use, then it is normal for us to throw them away... Anyway, it will not affect our offense, so just throw them away. It looks so annoying.

So the weapons and armor that Istvan had worked so hard to build were discarded one by one, and the heavy metal fell into the snow and immediately sank.

The cannon fodder troops who discarded these unnecessary things only felt more comfortable than ever before. That is, the vest made of iron rings had been deeply engraved into the flesh and blood, making it difficult to fall off. Otherwise, they would have to wear this awkward and uncomfortable vest. Throw away the comfortable clothes...wait a minute, if we dig out the flesh and blood around the vest, can't we take off this dress?

Hey, you are really smart. You can come up with such clever ideas. I am willing to give you my title of the smartest person in Ilkesmouth Town!

The unintelligent burly townspeople looked at each other and communicated in some incomprehensible and peculiar way...perhaps because the sound of the flapping wings of insects was ringing in our heads at this time.

So they followed the order to attack and moved forward while digging into the iron rings on their bodies with their fingers that were thicker than a carrot. However, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get through the thin iron rings. He could forcefully tear the iron ring with his fingernails, causing the fingernails to turn up, and hot blood slowly flowed out from his fingers, staining the body surface red.

Faris took the opportunity to fly up and cut the nearest petite head like a shriveled fruit core with the dagger in his hand.

But the only ones who were immersed in the influence of the moth phase were the five stupid, bloated upright apes. The two alien corpses at the back of the team were completely unaffected by the thought of giving up.

They suddenly flapped their limbs and jumped into the air, roaring with the roar they learned from their compatriots in Mansu. The invisible sharp scissors struck forward, almost condensing into visible frost scissors under the bone-chilling cold. .

The scissor blades clicked toward Faris' head.

The next chapter will be in the morning. I guess 147 will be solved by then.