It was an indescribable weirdness and terror, as if all the disgusting things in the world had gathered together at this moment, slowly wriggling and releasing weird cries.
The indescribable creatures were covered with horrifying symbols. They came from the fog and kept approaching the witchers. What they pursued was absolute death and the silence of all things.
His resolute heart was slightly shaken. Under the teachings of the cult, 042 attributed all abnormalities to demons. But now this power did not come from demons, but another unknown force.
Fear of the unknown.
The demon hunters were trembling at first, but they slowly tightened their grip on their spiked swords, their eyes ferocious and their flames burning with rage.
This is what makes them different from ordinary people. They are demon hunters, skilled, cruel and ruthless demon hunters.
Cowardice, pity, weakness... They abandoned all the bad qualities of human beings and walked on the desperate battlefield with absolute rationality.
“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed.”
016 prayed softly. The woman's voice was clear and seemed to be the only light in the darkness.
The next moment, the demon hunters jumped out like tigers.
042 rushed to the front. He did not look directly at those strange creatures, but observed their positions with the corner of his eyes. With the protection of armor, he was immune to most attacks.
The spiked sword pierced the air, creating a bloody curtain.
Crossbow arrows pierced the fog, one after another, casting silver light tracks in the gray fog. 011 did not stop during this time. Unlike 042's chariot-like propulsion, he was as light as a feather. In the chaos, countless sword lights fell, but they just brushed past his body.
He gripped the spiked sword tightly, and as he brushed past those strange creatures, the spiked sword left cruel wounds on them.
Shang Dafeng is protecting him. In his eyes, the future is already destined. He must find the path to survival amidst the intersection of death.
042 attacked frantically, not caring about the enemy's attacks. The dangerous knives fell and only caused sparks to explode on the armor. He turned around and chopped, and at the same time, the hardness of the armor grew along his arm towards the spiked sword.
The enemy is not a demon, and the holy silver on the nail sword no longer has that targeted suppressive power, so what he needs to do is to increase the killing range.
In fact, Medanzo's strength is most suitable for frontal battlefields. Under the protection of armor, they are the most powerful attackers. It is difficult to repel them whether it is arrows or projectiles.
The pitch-black hard material wrapped around the nail sword and continued to grow and extend, lengthening the size of the nail sword again, like a big sword.
042 swung it with all his might, easily cutting off the enemy in front of him, causing blood to gushed out.
In essence, Medanzo's power is not to forge armor, but to produce a hard substance as strong as armor on the body surface, and it will spread to a certain extent as the body extends.
Gentle breath escaped from under the visor, emitting a faint white mist.
The greatsword is different from a regular sword. It is huge and heavy, not easy to carry, but it is very intimidating. Of course, facing these crazy monsters, deterrence is no longer necessary.