Chapter 192 Heroes always appear at critical moments

Monster monster!!!

This is the only thought in the minds of all the extraordinary people present at the moment.

Apart from escaping, no one had any other thoughts.

But even so, when faced with an all-out attack from a fourth-level transcendent, they, as ordinary people, had no ability to resist.

Many people with poor psychological quality even fainted at this moment, but still could not escape the clutches of the limb transplanters.

In the pitch-black old factory, the sounds of endless killing and screaming could be heard without stopping.

Because within the barrier cast by the Tomb of the Dead, using supernatural powers will accelerate the speed of one's transformation into a puppet of the Dead, therefore, most people are unable to activate their own supernatural abilities.

Rather than being killed by the limb-joiners, they could not accept becoming a mummified corpse and becoming a tool for the demons to use at will.

At this moment, the figure of the person who received the limb turned into an afterimage and flashed from all directions.

Every time there was a pause, someone among the fleeing extraordinary people would let out a shrill scream, and with blood splattered everywhere, they would be turned into human pigs and dropped from the sky.

As for the severed limbs, Bershuman did not waste them. He would simply piece together any material he thought was good.

Everyone's mood gradually fell into despair.

Trapped in the barrier cast by the Level 0 Seal, they had no way to escape.

However, due to the different speed of time flow inside and outside the Tomb of the Dead, the possibility of waiting for reinforcements was completely eliminated.

Two minutes passed inside, but only one second passed outside.

If you really have any lucky ideas, that would be the most stupid thing to do.

“Hehehe!!!” Borshuman laughed strangely and manipulated countless limbs on his body, selecting the targets of the ritual roughly and bloodily. “What a pleasant whine! Give me a perfect performance for my promotion!”

In the eyes of gods, the power of faith that extraordinary people can provide is far stronger than that of ordinary believers.

The same is true for Bershuman at this moment.

In order to advance to the fifth-level legend, he must absorb the fear and despair of a hundred fourth-level warriors.

Such a promotion trial is more difficult, which also means that after reaching the fifth level, his combat power and the number of divine factors will be stronger than that of an ordinary legend.

It's just that no one can imagine it.

Such a promising transcendent being was actually just a disposable tool that would be destroyed after use by the demons. Even Bolshuman himself was prepared for this.

The promotion to the fifth level was not for strength, but simply to elevate the status of this body, allowing the King of Evil and Cruelty to descend on Glostin in the most powerful possible manner.

The cruelty and viciousness of the demons are far more terrifying than humans can imagine.

However, at the moment, no one was in the mood to think about this matter.

Quasimo dodged a thrust with a stern look on his face, cold sweat slightly seeping out of his forehead.

Before coming here, he never imagined that things would develop to this point.

Although he didn't think that Kushustain could really descend successfully, the greater probability was that he would be killed by powerful people from all directions the moment the effect of the Tomb of the Dead ended.

But that only applies to the outside world.

For him, and all the extraordinary people trapped in the barrier at this moment, this is an unbreakable deadlock.

The time, the place and the people were all right, but nothing was on their side.

The only outcome may be to become a part of the person who transplanted the limb, or to become a walking corpse controlled by others.

But he didn't want to die yet.

At this moment, Bershuman, whose body was covered in blood and body parts, suddenly let out a scream.

Accompanied by the sudden expansion of an indescribable evil aura, the limbs that were sewn to the body began to sway gently like water plants in a strange and disgusting posture.

This scene made Quasimo dizzy, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more obvious.

At this moment, after devouring more than a dozen fourth-level warriors in a short period of time, Bolshuman's momentum instantly rose to an unprecedented level.

The mere presence of malice is enough to make one's legs go weak.

He has become even more powerful!

Quasimo instantly felt the alarm bell ring in his heart.

Almost all the human transcendents present had just entered the fourth level. Even if there were senior ones, they were still a long way from becoming fifth-level legends.

Therefore, even if they were able to use their extraordinary abilities at the moment, they would have basically no chance of winning against an enemy like Bolshuman.

Along with a burst of black smoke that seemed to be tangible slowly pouring out of the body, the divine power unique to the devil was revealed to everyone.

Wherever the black smoke passed, the official extraordinary people who had just died tragically on the ground made a crisp "crunching" sound from their bones, and stood up again like zombies.

There was a faint green light in their eyes, and they all turned their gazes to the majority of the extraordinary people who were still alive on the field.

"I only need eleven more people to complete my promotion trial."

Berthulman muttered in an evil tone.

No, you have to save yourself.

Seeing this, Quasimo gritted his teeth and thought silently in his heart.

At the moment, the entire battle situation was a one-sided massacre. The crowd had long been in chaos, and the military subordinates around him had been scattered. Either they died at the hands of Bolshuman and became a part of him, or they had disappeared.

Fortunately, Quasimo saw the captain of the Punisher team not far away.

He was one of the first people to discover this place, but because of Lin En's instigation, civil unrest broke out and he was injured in the fighting and conflict and fainted on the scene.

Later, after being treated by the nuns of the Church of Silence, he barely woke up. However, before he could leave here, he met with another disaster.

It's really unlucky.

However, this was not one of the reasons why Quasimo paid attention to him.

There are many extraordinary people present who are just occupying their positions but doing nothing. Because of their family connections or aristocratic blood, they are forced into the organization to gain experience. This is a very normal thing everywhere.

Because these people had extremely poor discipline and psychological quality, and yet they were still mixed in the team, this chaos occurred.

If all the noble children here were replaced by members of the military or the Made Punishers, we could at least keep the formation intact and launch one or two counterattacks, even if we couldn't turn the tide.

However, all this has become a luxury now.

Therefore, Cosimo decided not to pin his hopes of survival on these idiots, but instead decided to find someone valuable to cooperate with.

"You seem to be carrying a seal on your body?"

In the chaos, Quasimo dodged physical attacks from all directions while approaching the captain of the Punisher team.

"The Scale of the Judge." The captain of the Substitute Punisher team did not want to exchange pleasantries. He simply showed the small golden scale and said, "The extraordinary power is almost impossible to use right now, so I have one last chance to use it."

"That's enough." A hint of joy flashed in Quasimo's eyes. "As far as I know, the Tomb of the Dead will only affect living things. If the sealed object does not have the characteristics of being alive, it is probably not within the scope of the restriction."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the bayonet that had just killed Lin En from his waist.

At this moment, above the originally pitch-black blade, a dark golden color slowly flows like magma, exuding a sharp and murderous aura.

This is also a powerful sealing item. With the physique that Casimo has trained in the military, he can barely break through the countless obstacles of his limbs and attack Bolshuman.

Hearing this, the captain of the Substitute Punisher team took a deep breath.

At this point, there was no time to discuss strategy further, as everyone's lives depended on these two people.

You only get one chance to try.

That was the moment when Bolshuman killed the ninety-ninth fourth-level transcendent and was about to be promoted to a fifth-level legend.

At that moment, the opponent's strength and vigilance will be reduced to an unprecedented level.

And if they fail, one can imagine what will happen to everyone.

"The ninety-fifth person!"

Along with Bolshuman's wild laughter, another desperate transcendent screamed as his limbs were torn apart, then torn into pieces, turning into a ball of scarlet energy that poured into his mouth and nose.

The already extremely powerful aura increased slightly again.

"Ninety-six!"

Bones were broken and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

“Ninety-seven!!”

"ah!!!"

“Ninety-eight!!!”

Every time the next number was blurted out, everyone became a little more desperate.

The sound was like a death warrant, indicating that their death was imminent.

finally.

"Ninety. Nine!!!"

Another ball of desperate energy flowed into Bolshuman's body.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in a layer of scarlet blood light, stained with layers of blood and body fragments, looking extremely terrifying and bizarre.

The extraordinary power that was originally limited to the fourth level finally transformed under the influence of so many sacrifices! That was the last step towards becoming a legend.

Only one last sacrifice is needed to successfully advance.

Seeing this, Cassimo in the crowd exchanged glances with the captain of the Punisher team without leaving a trace.

The time is now!

The next second, as five bloody fingers fell into the scales, the captain of the Punisher team frowned and forced himself to endure the pain.

This was not the work of the limb transplanter, but rather he cut off his own finger as payment.

After all, Bershuman is too powerful, and if he only uses gold coins as payment, the Judge's Scale will most likely not react.

"I request a ruling: In exchange for five fingers, temporarily deprive 'Limb Reattacher Burrhuman' of his ability to move."

In an instant, golden light flashed, and the familiar Libra mark appeared above Bolshuman's head, grabbing a mass of nothingness.

Success!

Seeing this, the captain of the Substitute Punishers endured the pain and shouted loudly: "The Scale of the Judge can only suppress him for three seconds! Quick! Do it!!!"

However, just a second before he blurted out this sentence, Casimo, who had been watching from the side, reacted.

The next second, he suddenly turned into a shadow and quickly ran towards the limb-jointed monster that was in a stagnant state.

The bayonet in his hand glowed with the color of lava.

Looking at Berhuman, whose whole body was frozen by the golden light and temporarily lost the ability to move, Quasimo raised the bayonet and stabbed hard at his heart!

Let it end!!! He shouted in his heart.

When he thought of the series of awards and titles he would receive after successfully killing the limb-reattacher, and the possibility of even replacing Shia's position in the military, a hint of excitement rose in Casimo's heart.

As the saying goes, fortune and honor are achieved through risk, and he has always been a guy who dares to gamble.

What a pity.

This time, he seemed to have made the wrong bet.

At this moment, the distance between Casimo and the limb-replacer was less than half a meter, and the front end of the bayonet was even against the opponent's chest.

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But he inexplicably sensed a strange atmosphere.

Quasimo looked up subconsciously.

Borshuman, who had been unable to move just now, suddenly opened his bloody mouth, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, and let out a terrible sneer.

He should obviously be suppressed by the Judge's Scale right now.

"So, what price do you humans have to pay before you can abandon your unwarranted arrogance and self-confidence?"

"you"

Before he could finish his words, Quasimo suddenly felt layers of limbs rushing towards him and wrapping him up.

The pain so intense that it could not be tolerated spread throughout my body.

Looking at his body that was gradually torn into countless pieces, wails and screams erupted from his throat.

"The numbers I just reported were just to tease you."

As a demon, Berthulman is a master at playing with people's hearts.

Before completely tearing the desperate Quasimo to pieces, he leaned close to his ear and whispered with a smile: "Besides, I actually completed the promotion ceremony a few minutes ago."

The next second, a powerful aura that almost completely submerged the entire space swept across the entire place with endless malice.

A new fifth-order legend was born.

Human life is so fragile.

We were clearly talking not long ago, but in the blink of an eye, we were separated by life and death.

Feeling the boy's body that had become cold and stiff in her arms, Tia's expression was a little gloomy.

Having experienced several extreme emotional shocks in just over ten minutes, she was now in an unprecedented numbness.

Or in other words, the heart is dead.

It's not because of superficial reasons like love.

After all, such a relationship had never developed between the two of them, and even Tia herself had not thought about it in detail.

The reason for this situation is simply because of her personality.

As the Saint of Silence, she possesses compassion and moral standards far beyond those of ordinary people.

Not only do you demand this of yourself, but you also demand this of the people around you.

This results in Tia's self-blame and guilt after doing something wrong being much greater than that of ordinary people.

Maybe no one will punish her, or even take it to heart.

There was no way Kotia would be able to get over this hurdle in her mind.

Her conscience will torment her all the time and prevent her from pursuing happiness.

Even small matters are like this, let alone matters of life and death? For Tiya, who was born in the Elf King's Court, life is the most precious thing in the world.

Simply because everyone only has one.

That’s why Lynn’s death had such a profound impact on her.

It would be fine if he really was the murderer.

But he is not.

Not only that, he even endured worldly slander and, like a lonely ascetic, embarked on the journey of tracking down the murderer alone.

After much difficulty, he caught the murderer, but in the end, he was labeled as the culprit by his own group.

In the end, he died in the dirty schemes of those nobles.

From beginning to end, I did nothing except watching him die in front of my eyes. Oh, it seems that I did something.

For example, forcing him to stay where he was allowed to be, allowing Quasimo's bayonet to pierce his chest without hindrance.

From this point of view, I am also an accomplice in his murder.

This is beyond doubt.

certainly.

The most crucial point is that until now Tia has not been able to figure out whether the twelve years of memories that Lin En talked about are true or false.

Although she always deceived herself and thought it was just a lie from that guy.

But only she herself knew how much doubt she had deep in her heart.

What if that guy wasn't lying? In the past twelve years, I really had a past with him, and we were even lovers.

If this is true, how desperate was he when he left this world after being backstabbed by the woman he once loved?

Tia, who has a strong ability of empathy, doesn't even dare to consider this possibility.

Once she thought about it carefully, her worldview might completely collapse.

I am such a despicable woman.

Tia gently pushed aside the strands of hair on the boy's forehead, trying to remember his face forever in her heart at the last moment.

"You must atone your sins."

The girl whispered softly.

It's not for anyone to see.

Just to give the boy an explanation.

Thinking of this, Tia, regardless of her bloody hands, gently picked up the boy's body and handed it to Sister Louise, who was standing aside and watching the surroundings.

The people from the Church of Silence were relatively far away, and with the temporary protection of the Sealed Object, therefore, Bolshuman only occasionally cast vicious glances over here, and did not take any action.

But now that he has been promoted to the fifth level, the seal can no longer work on him.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the massacre spreads to the members of the Church of Silence.

So Tia didn't want to hesitate any longer.

As the captain of the search team, she is responsible for the safety of her team members.

not to mention.

Before his death, he was condemned by thousands of people, endured countless contempts and insults, and died unjustly.

In this case, his body cannot be left restless even after death and become a part of the person who receives the limb.

Even though the person is dead, everything seems too late and everything is in vain.

But this was the last thing Tia could do for him.

Let Lynn's body leave this bloody slaughterhouse safely and be buried decently.

Even if it would cost her life.

Thinking of this, Tia took a deep breath: "Although the limb grafter has been promoted to the fifth level, things have not progressed to the point where they cannot be reversed."

"Later, when the King of Evil and Cruelty is about to descend into his body, I will seize the opportunity for you and open a crack in the Tomb of the Dead."

"It won't last long. You must seize the opportunity and take him away from here to seek help from the church."

Her voice was cold and resolute, as if she had never been so determined.

Seeing this, Louise, who took over the boy's body, was stunned, and then said anxiously: "Tia, you..."

"The nuns have taught you a lesson countless times." Tia turned her back to her and slowly raised the moonlight scepter in her hand, "When you are outside, you must address your position."

It has come to this point, and you are still entangled in this Although she was very panicked, Louise still changed her words: "Saint, your life safety is the top priority! Don't sacrifice yourself here for nothing for us, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Tia again.

Only this time, there was a hint of tenderness in her voice.

"Since you call me Saint, how can I bear to watch you get hurt by this damn ugly guy?"

The next second, the quiet and soft moonlight flowed slowly in all directions like a stream.

Louise stared blankly at the scene in front of her, hugging the boy's cold body, unable to say anything.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on Tia.

However, there is a corner that they don't pay attention to.

Suddenly, the boy's index finger trembled slightly.

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(End of this chapter)