Chapter 117 Transformation

A dark green flower of flesh and blood bloomed in Oppaia’s eyes, with a pale soul stamen emerging from it.

At the same time, it was as if a scorching fireball exploded in her mind.

She signed a spiritual blood contract with the blood soul beast. If the soul beast is promoted, it can also help her achieve a breakthrough.

This is a secret spell developed by the witch doctors of the Kurud tribe after thousands of years of continuous improvement. The people of the tribe tame and breed various magical beasts, and many of them are part-time animal trainers.

This secret spell is applicable to magical beasts with huge potential, and blood soul beasts are a perfect match for this.

Although the minds of soul beasts are confused and crazy, as long as they become strong, it is no big deal if they become a little mentally ill.

What's more, after continuous exploration and improvement by successive witch doctors, the side effects of the flesh and blood alchemy array have become smaller, and they have figured out a very effective method to control blood soul beasts.

Now, everything is ruined.

The blood soul beast died, and the secret spell backfired, causing her to lose her mind and fall into madness.

Oppaija jumped off the brown bear, and her body became huge like a blown-up balloon, from a petite person to a two-meter-tall devilish muscular man.

The animal skin on her body was unable to restrain her strong muscles. The originally slender gray-green tentacles on her cheeks and chin became abnormally thick. The teeth in her mouth grew twisted and twisted, and her originally charming little face became extremely terrifying.

A strange howl came from her mouth, and it was unclear whether it was in pain or comfort.

Damn, a female version of Predator.

I thought there were no more powerful enemies. I used time stop just now to avoid the explosion of evil creatures, and now I don’t have the sands of time to activate bullet time.

Klauen looked at the incoming enemy, turned his head to glance at Nick who was standing unsteadily behind him, then glanced at Geralt who was also in a very bad condition, and grinned silently.

You must pay for what you have done. These two have been fighting with the wild boar monster for so long that they are almost exhausted. Now only he can still maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness.

Six wolf riders and wargs, a giant bear, and an iron-blooded warrior of unknown strength, the pressure is enormous.

The Iron Warrior opened his arms, let out a twisted roar from his bloody mouth, and then ran forward wildly.

Crown exhaled, raised his sword and rushed forward, facing the group alone.

The wolf riders seemed a little flustered when they saw Oppai's transformation. The person in front of them was no longer the witch doctor aide they were familiar with, and they didn't know whether to keep up.

A wolf rider wearing a colorful feather headdress hesitated for a few seconds and shouted, "Follow us and find the great warrior Kurask to ask him for the decision." They drew out the javelins behind them, threw them into the distance, then tightened the reins, controlled their mounts and began to charge.

Surprisingly, the giant black bear turned around and ran away.

"Woo-gu. Woo-gu", the howling of a demon bird was heard in the sky, and it seemed to be filled with some joy, and the sound gradually faded away.

Crown met the Predator, and the enemy pounced forward like a wild beast, with its twisted mouth opened as big as a football.

Faced with such a straightforward and unpretentious attack, Crown decisively thrust out the sword in his hand.

The sharp sword pierced into the throat and went down the esophagus into the abdominal cavity.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and moved sideways, using the momentum of the enemy's forward charge to easily cut him in half.

Never catch your opponent's weapon with your mouth. The Terminator makes a brilliant appearance and dies.

The wolf riders who entered the scene last did not have a big impact on the situation. Alan came to reinforce, and Geralt did not completely lose his combat effectiveness.

Four wolf riders died on the spot, and the remaining two turned around and escaped.

. . . .

Crown wanted to help Nick up, but the latter shook his head and rejected his kindness.

The priest stood up tremblingly, leaning on his shield, with a look of relief on his face: "We must quickly clear out these wrongfully dead ghosts, otherwise they will devour each other and create a collection of evil thoughts."

Geralt walked over with an unusually bright smile on his face. "With so many vengeful spirits, we should be able to create a lot of spirit coins after killing them, right? How should we divide them? Tell me how."

"It's fair to split it between the three of us."

The demon hunter muttered in dissatisfaction: "Klauen arrived too late and only participated in the final attack. I used two rare and expensive sword oils and two high-level decoctions, and Alan also participated in the defense battle."

Nick waved his hand, interrupting Geralt's chatter: "The church is grateful for the efforts of Mr. Geralt and Mr. Allen. After the spirit coins are produced, they will be divided into three parts, and finally settled with an equal number of gold spirit coins."

"I've been waiting for you to say this, Father. So straightforward." Geralt gave a thumbs up and agreed readily.

"I haven't finished yet. Since the settlement is made with Golden Spirit Coins, then participating in the battle will no longer settle the mercenary bounty."

"No problem," the demon hunter agreed, knowing that he had made a fortune. "I am suddenly full of strength now. Alan, follow me. I will teach you how to kill these ordinary spirits."

Watching the demon hunter master and apprentice leave, Nick turned around and said to the person next to him: "Do you want to go with us? The spiritual sense of a second-level warrior can detect spirits."

Crown smiled and stepped forward, pouring life force into his weapon and stabbing it into a nearby wooden board.

A faint wailing sound was heard, and a pale light flashed under the wooden board.

He bent down and pulled out a few gray-white fragments from under the wooden board. He held them in his palm and handed them to the priest. "Let them do this job. I'll go check the situation elsewhere."

The strongest enemy has been killed, and someone is needed in the camp to calm people's hearts.

Originally the priest was the most suitable person, but he now had difficulty moving, so Clown had to do it instead.

"Very good, go ahead," Nick nodded with great satisfaction.

For some reason, he remembered the day of the holy baptism when Crown foolishly crushed the ground with his feet, trying to destroy the ritual array.

Now, the young man who was suspected of being possessed by an evil spirit has become his most capable assistant.

With a gentle smile on his face, he placed the shield flat on the ground, knelt on one knee on it, and began to pray devoutly.

. . . .

Snow was falling and many people in the camp stayed awake all night.

Everyone was busy treating the wounded, clearing the rubble, gathering the dead, and directly conducting a cremation ceremony.

Many people sobbed softly, some had lost their husbands, some had lost their sons or their fathers.

We were busy until the early morning and the work was finally finished.

As the sun rose, Crown returned to his residence to visualize the golden light spell, then ate some rye bran bread in the restaurant and returned to the camp gate, where there were still spoils waiting for them to count.

Four bodies of the cultists were left behind: that of the leader, that of an iron-blooded warrior, and two ordinary wolf riders. These were prepared for dissection to see if the source of these human mutations could be found. The rest were piled together and burned to prevent any hidden dangers.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The snow finally stopped after a night of falling, and the townspeople were sweeping the snow and carrying it outside.

Outside the camp gate, there were many simple wooden racks with wolves hanging on them. The men were busy skinning and chopping the meat.

There were several large pots standing nearby, with the water inside bubbling away.

Geralt was skinning the giant white wolf, and Klauen saw spider-web-like tendons on the skin.

After the witcher finished skinning the wolf, he scraped off the tendons and threw them away.

After a while, Crown picked up the thin tendons in the snow and pulled them hard, and found that these tendons were very tough and did not become stiff due to the cold.

It should be possible to make a bowstring, he thought, and rolled up the silk tendon.

"The entrails of these wolves have some mutations, but the meat is fine. We cut a few pieces for experiments. We soaked them in holy water and there was no sign of melting. We soaked them in golden talisman water and there was no adverse reaction either." Geralt smiled and turned around. "Today, the chef will show off his skills and give everyone a snack!"

Crown took a piece of meat from the wooden basin on the ground and examined it carefully.

The meat was bright red, and there was nothing foreign to the naked eye. He nodded gently, "No problem, but all the meat still needs to be soaked in diluted holy water. At noon, I will give it to ordinary people who are willing to try it. If there are no adverse reactions, I will cook for everyone in the evening."

“Snap,” Geralt snapped his fingers. “It’s a happy deal.”

Crown raised his hand, holding up the ball of tendons, and shouted, "Everyone, keep all the tendons that were peeled off when skinning. I have a use for them."

He walked around and called out three times.

. . . .

The setting sun cast its last rays of light, coating everything on earth with an orange-red halo.

In the southeast corner of the camp, there were six large iron pots, which were used to hold all the large pots.

Crown directed several chefs to cut the meat into small slices and then marinate it with the ingredients he had prepared.

Two hours later, the camp had its meal and the townspeople ate black bread and quickly finished six full pots of soup.

Many people drank quickly despite the fact that it was hot, and finally licked the bowl clean, saying that they couldn't get enough of it.

The meals in the backyard restaurant seemed even more sumptuous.

Fried spareribs, sliced ​​meat with soup, grilled skewers, wood ear and shiitake mushroom stew. Crowne tries his best to make various delicacies in different ways.

There were five extraordinary people in the camp, plus Evelynna and Del's daughter Janice, a total of seven people, all with red faces after eating.

The little girl bit her tongue twice, but she endured the pain and insisted on eating to the end.

. . . .

In Nick's room, the lights were crackling.

Del reported the battle statistics: "We killed 206 cultists and 163 wargs. Our side suffered 732 deaths and 312 injuries. Now there are only more than 2,300 people in the camp, and there are less than 100 young and strong men available."

The air was a little stuffy. The casualty rate of untrained ordinary people facing well-trained enemies was too high.

Del's expression was particularly heavy, as he would never see too many familiar faces again.

He sighed and continued, "Many of the wooden houses in the camp were demolished by the monster. Now there are not enough houses. Many people can only take turns sleeping. Fortunately, there is still a lot of usable wood, and enough houses will be built in the next few days.

The loot was only a batch of wolf meat and wolf skins, and thousands of javelins and scimitars. "

"Wolf meat can be preserved in this season, so store it first. I remember that the spears all had metal tips, so melt them all and make them into crossbow arrows." Nick's fingers tapped the table rhythmically. "I'll need you to keep watch tonight, Del."

"Understood." Del stood up and said, "Father, Master Crown, I will go on night patrol now."

(End of this chapter)