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Roland rubbed his eyes. What the hell is this? If the mutation of demonic beasts was still within the scope of biology, it was barely understandable, but the monster in front of him was obviously as absurd as in a horror movie.
From afar, it looked like a giant tortoise with two heads, but when he got closer, he found that it was actually two wolf heads.
Is this a Frankenstein experiment? Roland thought. The giant demonic beast was almost as tall as the city wall, about six meters long, and had a total of six feet, shaped like a rhinoceros leg, short and thick. However, the size of one foot was equivalent to an adult's torso. As for the head... the two wolf heads were not like the two-headed monsters commonly seen in movies, which took turns to raise their heads and roar, or bite each other, showing that no one was willing to submit to the other. They just hung their heads low, their eyes lifeless, and moved forward slowly like walking corpses.
The most eye-catching thing was probably the carapace on the back of the demonic beast. The gray surface was dull, covered with algae, and looked extraordinarily hard. It was like a tortoise shell, covering from head to tail. If this monster could also retract into the shell like a tortoise, it would be really difficult to kill.
However, Roland was not worried. Such a slow demonic beast was destined to be a target. Even if the gun could not penetrate the carapace, it could always burst the exposed wolf head. If it retracted into the shell, then he would directly blow it up with explosives.
"Your Highness, this is a hybrid," Iron Axe came over nervously, "I probably understand why there are different kinds of demonic beasts moving in groups. They must have been driven here by this hybrid. "
Like a lion driving a flock of sheep? Roland nodded, "This is very different from the one you met last time."
"This is also the first time I have seen this type of hybrid. Although it looks clumsy, you must not be careless. As long as it is a hybrid, I am afraid it will not be easy to deal with."
"It is about to enter the shooting range," Roland said, "Try with the bow and arrow first."
At this time, there was light snow falling from the sky, and at the same time, the northwest wind was blowing erratically. The weather was not suitable for archery. However, the two hunters selected by Iron Axe looked very confident.
They ascended the watchtower, determined the direction of the instantaneous wind, and shot arrows into the air.
These two sharp arrows seemed to have grown eyes. After rising to the highest point, under the influence of wind and gravity, they landed on the target's carapace at an almost vertical angle.
Just as he had expected, the arrow bounced off. Roland even heard the sound of a ricochet in his head.
The two of them did not panic and continued to nock their arrows. Very quickly, they shot out two more volleys of arrows.
The last volley of arrows was effective. They all landed in front of the monster. One of the arrows accurately landed on the wolf's head, and the other stabbed into the target's neck.
However, the other party did not roar angrily or accelerate. It only paused for a moment, then retracted its head and legs into the shell and continued to move forward slowly.
This change left everyone dumbfounded.
At this moment, the demonic beast looked like a tank that had lowered its position. The lower edge of its carapace was almost touching the ground as it moved forward. In this way, even the best archer would not be able to shoot an arrow into its body.
"Load the guns," Roland ordered.
Now that the target was only fifty feet away from the wall, even if it was a flintlock without any rifling, they did not have to worry about missing.
Carter, Iron Axe and the others immediately approached the wall, put the barrels on top of the wall, aimed, and fired.
A burst of white smoke floated through the air. Roland could clearly see the bullet hit the carapace, and a small piece of the carapace broke open. The hybrid was not affected at all and still maintained its original speed.
It seems that the strength of this layer of armor is still in the category of carbon-based creatures, he thought. Unfortunately, the lead pellets are too soft and easily deformed, so they are not suitable for penetrating thick armor. It is not realistic to rely on these four guns to break the carapace of the hybrid, so the only way is to use explosives.
Iron Axe's judgment was the same as the Prince's. He immediately called out the deputy of the Lancer Squad and ordered him to carry the explosives. At this time, the demonic beast was already on top of the wall. When it felt that it could no longer move forward, its carapace began to shake rapidly and repeatedly hit the wall like an electric hammer. Suddenly, stone chips splashed and several cracks quickly spread along the cement.
The rubble wall had a strong ability to resist pressure, but its tensile and shear properties were extremely poor. In other words, its ability to resist vibration was almost zero. The people standing on top of the wall felt a strong vibration. Soon, an ear-piercing sound of friction reached everyone's ears. The hybrid's carapace had already cut a hole in the wall.
But the collision did not stop. It began to move again, embedding its entire body into the wall.
The militiamen fled from the wall that was already full of cracks. Roland was carried by the invisible Nightingale and jumped directly from the top of the wall. If someone was watching the Prince at this time, they would find that when he landed, his feet were hanging in the air, just like a ghost.
When Van'er carefully arrived with a bag of explosives, he was surprised to find that the middle of the wall had been smashed open nearly nine feet wide. The demonic beast that had crossed the wall had stopped shaking and was still moving forward slowly at the same speed.
"Hurry up!" Iron Axe shouted, "Ignite it and put it under the beast's feet!"
Although Van'er's hands were trembling, his mind was unexpectedly clear. Every detail of how to operate the explosives during training appeared in front of his eyes. Different from the experimental product, the official product had reduced the amount of explosives and was sealed by wooden planks. Waste ore fragments were filled between the explosives and the planks. At the same time, the ignition design was optimized by using the pull-out method of flint and copper wire. If it failed, there was still a normal ignition fuse at the end of the explosives. He hastily tore off the outermost part of the oil-soaked cloth, fastened the exposed bend of the copper wire, and pulled it with all his strength. There was a rapid sizzling sound from the wooden box, and then there was a cloud of smoke — a sign that the ignition was successful.
This fuse, which had been soaked in salt, burned slowly. It took about ten breaths of time. Van'er saw the white smoke coming out of the box, and the surrounding world seemed to quiet down. He had seen the power of this thing. If it exploded in his hands, he was afraid that not even a piece of his body would be left.
Nine breaths.
Van'er listened to his own heartbeat and silently counted down. He walked step by step to the front of the demonic beast and put the explosives on its path.
Five breaths.
Then it just pressed forward, and nothing could stop it.
Three breaths.
Van'er turned around and ran.
Two breaths.
One breath.
Hearing a muffled sound, Van'er felt the ground under his feet shake violently, and the world became noisy again.
He turned his head and saw a white airwave rushing out from under the carapace – it was the snow brought up by the explosion of the explosives. At first glance, it looked very much like a cloud of scattered mist. The demonic beast finally stopped moving, as if it could no longer bear the weight on its back. Its huge armor crashed to the ground. Then black blood surged out from under the carapace and soaked the ground around it.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
The crowd suddenly burst into cheers.
Van'er sat on the ground. Only now did he realize that his clothes had been soaked in cold sweat.
It was finally over.
When everyone thought so, the high-pitched buzzing of the horn resounded through the border again.
Another wave of demonic beasts emerged from the horizon and rushed towards this border town.
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