The Legend of Fatality

The gate of the inn had Rennes and twelve other soldiers. They simply formed an inward arc formation. Put the undead monsters outside into the hotel to take advantage of the number to continue to slaughter. The other battlefields are basically at the windows and the back door of the hotel.

Eichmann stabs the long sword in his right hand into the head of a monster that rushed forward, stirring it with his backhand, breaking its brain. When he was finished, he raised his left hand and aimed a short distance away at the head of an undead monster wearing broken armor and fired a shot. Directly smashed the monster's entire head. Then he stepped back a few steps and began to reload the pistol.

The undead slowly climbed up the window and patiently searched for a place in the stone where it could be grasped. Looking up with pale green eyes, always smiling absently, as if expecting the smell of blood. Some people used to be men, and fragments of worn armor covered the worn bodies. Others are women, or even children. They are still wearing cheap cardigans and are holding insect-eaten dolls in their hands, climbing higher and higher.

No matter what expressions they show when they are alive, they are now replaced by scary and empty smiles.

Eichmann raised his head for a moment, gazing through the sea of ​​corpses slowly moving outside the door. Surrounded by the sharp scratches of metal weapons mixed with the screams and shouts of human soldiers. The deceased kept coming wherever Eichmann could see. They seem to have no end.

"We have to find the guy who controls the undead behind!" Eichenmann whispered to Ren in front of him, knowing that these undead were bound to be controlled by a caster. As long as the caster is killed, these undead will disappear.

Without waiting for Rennes to answer, there was some confusion in the team of the undead, and they seemed to be suffering. Part of the undead's flesh began to throb, and their muscles began to become mushy, bubbling, breathing, and dripping from the pores. They seemed to learn how to scream again, their jaws twisted.

Aichenman frowned and looked at it all, it seemed a little familiar, he looked for everything about this scene in his dusty memory.

Other undead creatures standing around that group of undead. They have all changed. Their skin is crying, not pus and disease, but from their own blood. Some of them were singing, shaking their stiff limbs, and words that Eichmann had never heard, as if they had learned this since.

Echmann felt his heart beating with their singing, and then he heard a different voice in the soldiers' shouts. It was the sound of cracking wood and cracking earth and stone. He suddenly remembered that he had seen such a scene, but the last similar scene was full of living people.

"Everyone!" Eichmann had no time to explain to others in detail, and he shouted with all his strength.

"The door is open! Rush out!" Eichmann still could not hide the panic in his voice.

"For the glory of Gaitan!" Renn's absolute obedience to Eichenmann saved him, and the big man shouted and waved the warhammer crazy, and opened a flesh and blood road that rushed out of the hotel door.

"For the glory of Gaitan!" "For humanity!" The soldiers and mercenaries also shouted out of their guarded window, ran to the gate, and rushed out.

While the other party didn't seem to want to let them leave, Eichenmann saw the undead creatures again starting to resemble a turbulent river, trying to sweep them.

The man on the tide is a familiar figure, waving his warhammer, bringing out a ruinous arc. The hammer's head smashed the things that blocked it. If any undead is close enough, it will usher in a second death under this violent attack.

Rennes, like the ancient heroes of mankind, is surrounded by undead. In the eyes of the master behind him, enthusiasm never seen before rushed towards the enemy.

Eichmann reached out to take some spiked spheres on his coat. He threw them into the undead group in front of him, like a fisherman, they bounced back on the undead and the ground.

"What are you doing?" Ganderner rushed over first, using a poor knife to cut down a dead palm dead who tried to catch Eichmann.

The sound of explosion exploded like a burst of shells. Some of the undead were torn apart, and minced meat sprayed around like a fountain. Some fell to the ground, burning and burning. There are more than a dozen undead in the colorful mist, their skin is like the curd of the bone, and everything on the body begins to melt, flowing down from the top.

"Open up a little space," Eichmann said to Ganderner, then turned to others and issued a series of quick battle orders. "Leave the hotel immediately and come to me by the festival!"

Twelve swordsmen escaped from the hotel and walked through the door with a large amount of dust together with Eichmann. The rest of them stayed with Rennes, establishing a defensive formation and covering their rear.

Decher and Gandner hurried to catch up with the witch hunter, and they opened their mouths as they passed the stench of the explosion.

"What is that?" Ganderner asked after catching up with Eichmann, who had left the door of the hotel.

Eichmann did not answer. He jogged, accelerated, and jumped to break a dead soul. At this time a squeaking sound came from behind him, and the hotel began to collapse.

The collapse of the inn buried all the soldiers who could not run out. The nearest one was pressed under the ruins by the collapsed inn in front of Rennes. Renn could only see his one hand exposed.

Except for the soldiers who followed Eichenmann, everyone else surrounded Rennes. He turned around and led the soldiers towards the witch hunter. When they ran, he could hear the jingle of boots on the ground and their armor. He hadn't seen any of them fall behind, which made him relieved. He trained them well, they are just a little nervous.

Etchermann chased towards the red light not far away ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It moves like firelight, blinks and fades. He stopped in front of another group of undead creatures, flanked by his men. He removed one of the mahogany boxes from his belt and opened it.

Ganderner looked at him in confusion.

"Close your eyes and don't look at it." Eichmann ordered, adjusting the copper dial in the box. "Do it now."

Before the undead rushed up, he tapped the box. Throw it in the middle of the undead group, it bounces and spins, jumping among the bones and flesh of the charge. When it stopped, it suddenly opened. Eichmann took a step back and covered his eyes with his hands. At the same time, Ganderner and Decher did the same thing.

A ray of bright white light burst out of the box. The sound of the explosion came. Even behind Eichmann's eyes covered by his hands, he could feel that light seemed to be burning his eyes. This sensation lasted a few heartbeats before the flashing light disappeared. Raging wildly like the flames of heaven.

Eichmann opened his eyes and adjusted the edge of the hat.

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