Chapter 1117: A One-Sided Battle
These guys, with horns on their heads, tongues sticking out of their mouths, arms transformed into bone blades, and ambiguous sexual characteristics, rushed out of the large fort in a chaotic mess. They possessed no combat quality or discipline, but were extremely Nausea-inducing to behold.
The moment they came into contact with the knights, many were instantly cut down. Even in death, they maintained maniacal laughter, and when a sword pierced their bodies, they emitted satisfying groans before spraying disgusting blood and bodily fluids onto their enemies.
“What in the world is this?!” a Female Knight shouted in disgust. Her skirt armor was splattered with a large area of white, sticky fluid, and she couldn’t even be bothered with fighting these mutants, instead focusing on wiping her armor.
The battle was a one-sided affair. The knights were hacking down these mutants as if they were slicing vegetables. It wasn’t because the mutants were too weak; quite the opposite, they were quite powerful.
After mutation, they became incredibly strong. Buck’s subordinate soldier was sent flying, shield and all, by a single blow. Even the shield was deformed, and the soldier let out a scream, his arm seemingly fractured.
Their mutated bone blades were also incredibly hard, capable of clashing with the knights’ heavy swords without sustaining any damage. Their skin could grow a type of armor with a very strange material, unlike metal or bone, but with astonishing defense.
Furthermore, they were completely fearless of pain. When swords cut into them, or bullets pierced their bodies, though they would cry out in pain, it was more with extreme excitement and pleasure, as if they reveled in suffering.
Enemies who were unafraid of death or pain, with powerful physical qualities, and biological weapons, would be a headache for anyone. If ordinary soldiers encountered them, it would undoubtedly be a hard fight.
But the people here were not ordinary soldiers. The knights under the Viscount were truly of Knight Captain level, and even the Attendants possessed formidable Combat Power, their melee skills not inferior to those mercenaries.
The body weapons of those mutants were completely unable to penetrate the knights’ exquisite enchanted armor. The carapace that grew on their bodies was easily pierced by the knights’ lances or keen swords, or their entire bodies were cleaved in two, blood spraying onto the ground.
The battle was one-sided. We couldn’t afford to slack off too much, but actually, those three Demon Hunters had already charged forward.
“Boom!” The Youth Demon Hunter’s hammer struck a mutant, making him stagger. But he just let out a cry of pain, steadied himself with a laugh, and stood up again.
The Youth Demon Hunter let out a laugh similar to his. The next second, the hammer head suddenly exploded, and before the mutant could react, he was blown away, a large hole blasted in his body.
The Old Demon Hunter dual-wielded pistols, gracefully dodging a mutant’s heavy arm swing. He directly smashed the grip into the mutant’s temple, then slashed downwards, the bayonet slicing his throat.
Another gun was thrust directly into the mouth of a Female Mutant, but her eel-like tongue actually licked up the bayonet and the pistol. The Old Demon Hunter, without hesitation, fired, shattering her head.
The Female Demon Hunter fared no better, wielding her scimitar to dismember a mutant. Her scimitar was enveloped in a layer of swirling Blood Energy, absorbed from the mutant she had just killed, which should enhance the scimitar’s power.
The others were not to be outdone, contributing their share. The gangster gunmen behind, including myself, raised their guns and fired. Buck was also clever; he had instructed everyone to leave the heavy steam machine guns in the carriage, bringing only shotguns or steam rifles into the village to preserve their strength.
These mutants also had strong resistance to bullets. Even when their bodies were pierced, they wouldn’t go down, and they possessed incredibly fast self-healing abilities.
But facing a storm of bullets, they would still suffer excessive blood loss, or collapse due to severe damage to their bodily functions.
Ultimately, no matter how badly mutated they were, they were still human. Humans die when they are killed, and that was their weakness.
As for me, I held my revolver, aiming remotely with the scope, targeting only heads and using these wobbling enemies to practice my marksmanship, especially my scope snipe technique. These mutants were perfect targets. They were particularly insane, only charging at the foremost knights and completely ignoring the rear lines. They were also quite resilient; even a headshot wouldn’t immediately take them down, allowing for more shots.
The situation seemed to be progressing smoothly, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. It was just too smooth, the battle was too one-sided.
Although I knew that a cult organization in a small village shouldn’t be that strong, and these mutants were likely ordinary villagers not long ago, they shouldn’t be too formidable against the Viscount’s elites.
However, my initial feeling was one of strong foreboding, a sense of great danger lurking in the shadows. This feeling of danger had not disappeared even now.
I carefully observed my surroundings and noticed that the enemy leader, the Priestess, was still watching leisurely, her bizarre staff in hand emitting a crimson light, seemingly casting some spell.
Moreover, I felt that since the light barrier was cleaved by the Viscount, the concentration of corrosive elements around had been increasingly high. As these mutants were being killed one by one, a sweet, bloody smell permeated the air.
Not good! That Priestess must be the greatest threat. I immediately reloaded and aimed for a six-shot volley, attempting to at least interrupt her spell if I couldn’t kill her.
However, as the six bullets flew, a small crimson light shield blocked them, protecting the Priestess. The Viscount also recognized her threat, and a flash of Sword light slashed towards the Priestess, cleaving her and her shield in two once more.
“Ah ha ha ha!” The Priestess’s enchanting and unrestrained laughter echoed from an unknown location. “It’s useless, you can’t kill me!”
“Hmph! A wicked spirit possessing a borrowed body, your subordinates are almost all dead; let’s see how you plan to revive then,” the Viscount said dismissively. Indeed, on the battlefield, the knights held a significant advantage and were rapidly finishing off everyone.
But the more enemies died, the stronger my unease grew, especially as the sweet, bloody smell in the air intensified, giving me a sense of insatiable craving.
“Heh heh, it doesn’t matter. They are sacrificing themselves for the dark prince. When they all die, you will also experience this ultimate pleasure,” the Priestess’s laughter rang out.
Not good! This is a sacrificial ritual! I suddenly realized it was a sacrifice that required the devotion of believers. Once all the believers here died, the conditions for the sacrifice would be met.
“Stop quickly, no more killing!” I shouted loudly, but it was too late. And who would listen to a little girl here?
As the last mutant was stabbed to death by several knights, the magic power concentration reached its limit. The Priestess laughed heartily, “Thank you! It’s time for my promotion!”
