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Chapter 185 Desperate Fight
"It needs the joy of battle, it needs brutal fighting, it needs thick blood."

The cultist shouted loudly.

"Yes, I heard it. It's the purgatory that leads to endless battles!"

As Witt spoke, his eyes were completely covered in scarlet blood, and his entire body began to swell as if magnified by a special power.

The already strong muscles swelled even more, and the bulging blood vessels were clearly visible.

The dark grey fur began to turn blood red, and a pair of horns grew on the top of the head, curving upward.

The fine horsetails were woven together, and bones grew out of the flesh and blood to form a lizard-like tail.

Witt has completely turned into a monster and is swallowed by the abyss of hell where the devil lives.

The two people who had just met did not say a word at this time.

They walked slowly toward the grassland, carrying their companions who had completely degenerated into monsters.

There was an air of madness about him.

To avoid being discovered by the enemy.

The Night's Watch who had been following was now at a distance where the enemy could not see them.

Use the red dots on the map to determine the enemy's location.

"The animals in the forest are afraid."

Robbie stood at the top of the tree and watched the flock of birds fly away.

Everyone below sent out this information.

Centaur camp.

In the chief's tent.

The chief was in the center of the tent, slowly sharpening the weapon in his hand, which was a spear that looked quite tough.

"Are there any enemies?" Andrew asked puzzledly from the side.

After all, the chief hadn't fought for a long time. Since the Night's Watch came, the dangers around him had almost been eliminated by them.

At this time, the chief suddenly began to sharpen his weapons.

The chief shook his head: "Just want to maintain the 'old friend'."

Andrew had no suspicion.

Until Lelia walked in, looked at Andrew and then at the chief, without saying anything, and left without saying a word.

Just as Andrew was puzzled, the chief stopped sharpening his weapon and began to pack up.

……

In Kana's office.

Aliris received the message, "Your Highness, the enemy has begun to move and is heading towards the Centaur camp."

Hearing this, Kana shifted his attention and nodded.

He stood up and walked outside with Alice and Popot.

The necessary number of Night Watchmen had already been lying in ambush around there.

Cana soon reached the far side of the Centaur camp.

The situation at the Centaur camp cannot be seen from here. All you can see is the red dot on the map slowly approaching the camp.

"It's getting dark." Popot murmured.

The Centaur camp was still peaceful at this time.

Some of the Night Watchmen are in the camp, which is normal.

It seemed that they were pulling goods and exchanging or trading with the Centaur camp.

A Centaur woman was a little confused: "Didn't you come here a few days ago? Why are you here again? Is there anything new?"

Another centaur woman who had just checked the goods shook her head: "No, it's still the same stuff, but with more wine."

"Really? Then I have to go exchange a few bottles." After saying that, the woman returned to her tent and took out some animal skins.

"Wait a moment, your son is back from hunting."

After hearing this, the woman turned her head away.

In the distance, a small group of centaurs were seen dragging their prey back to the camp.

He waved quickly and trotted over.

A young-looking centaur warrior, dragging a deer with him.

"Mom, did you see that? A big buck."

Said the young centaur, showing off to his mother.

The son smiled brightly as his mother looked at his prey, with only relief in her eyes.

"Look at this wound. It went straight through the side of his chest and killed him with just one arrow. I was 30 horses away at the time."

"Yes, yes, you are the best. In another year or two, you will become a powerful warrior of the tribe." The woman said jokingly with a smile.

"Hahaha, I think it will only take a year." The young Centaur said with some pride.

The woman just smiled and patted her son on the shoulder: "Okay, go back first, leave the prey to us."

More women gathered around and began to process the prey.

But he had just put down his prey.

There was a sound in the distance, their trumpet blew.

Hearing the sound, the young Centaur warrior who was about to go back immediately turned his head.

Look at where the sound comes from.

Not only him, everyone in the camp who heard the sound looked in that direction, and some people had already started running towards there.

Two or three centaur warriors are galloping towards us.

They had wounds on their bodies and were covered in blood.

"Enemy! Witt and the others have turned into monsters!"

The leading centaur warrior shouted loudly, but before he could run over, a slender spear flew towards him from a distance like a missile.

In an instant, he pierced the Centaur's belly, and with such tremendous force, he nailed it to the ground.

Even the surrounding land was cracked by this powerful force.

The centaur immediately opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of blood and some flesh fragments.

His eyelids were slightly closed, and he looked like he was about to pass out.

"There are enemies, fight!"

A centaur shouted loudly.

The entire Centaur camp immediately became chaotic. All the Centaurs began to take out weapons from various places and gathered in front of the camp. Some people wanted to go and support their compatriots.

Another missile-like javelin was thrown over.

"boom!"

A javelin also flew out from this side and collided with the opponent's weapon.

The flying spear was instantly broken, but it also caused the enemy's attack trajectory to deviate and directly hit the ground far away.

The powerful force caused the entire ground to explode instantly, raising a large amount of rocks and mud.

The Centaur was startled by the terrifying power of the attack.

The chief rushed over with the remaining soldiers in the camp.

The weapon seemed to have been thrown by him.

And the enemies also revealed their faces.

Most of the troops were stunned when they saw the enemies attacking them.

"Watt? What are you doing!" an old centaur shouted angrily.

"Bell! Come here quickly, how did you become like that!" An old woman said with shock and confusion in her voice.

The enemies on the opposite side were none other than their own tribesmen, but there was something obviously wrong with the appearance of these tribesmen.

Following behind him was a group of human-like creatures.

Leading the group was the Centaur warrior Witte, whose size had changed drastically and he looked like a gigantic monster.

The chief looked at Witt and said, "What do you want to do? How did you become like this?"

Faced with the chief's questioning, Witt did not seem to have completely turned into a mindless and crazy beast.

"Hahahaha!" He laughed wildly, his voice filled with joy.

"Look at me! You cowards and worthless things, look at my power!"

As he spoke, he also showed off his exaggerated body shape and his body that changed like a monster.

"We have thrown ourselves into the arms of our Lord. This is a gift from God."

The chief had known about it for a long time, and his face became very gloomy, but the tribesmen around him were confused, not knowing what was going on.

"Kill! Sacrifice them to our Lord!"

Witt shouted, and the sound caused everyone to go crazy.

"Roar!" "Fight, slash!"

"Fight!"

These centaurs rushed forward like crazy.

Facing former compatriots and current enemies.

These centaurs, who have normal human rationality, were a little at a loss for a moment.

Only the chief was the first to rush forward.

With a sudden force, he swung the spear in his hand and pierced the chest of a centaur.

However, such an attack seemed to have no meaning to the Centaur. He simply gripped the gun barrel with both hands, making it impossible for the chief to pull out the weapon.

Another centaur cultist nearby swung his weapon directly at the chief.

"when!"

There was a metallic collision sound.

Andrew rushed forward and chopped the weapon away with the saber in his hand.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the chief pulled out the weapon with force.

He raised his front hoof and kicked the enemy hard, changing from stabbing to smashing, and swung it hard.

This knocked the enemy to the ground, but the others did not give the chief a chance to pursue the victory.

Ropes made of blood tightly bound the chief's horse's hooves.

More Centaur warriors rushed over and began to fight the enemy.

However, the centaurs who were controlled and corrupted by the evil god possessed powerful strength and attacked madly, ignoring the pain and wounds.

"Hahahaha! You will all become my sacrifices to my Lord!"

Witt laughed loudly.

He threw the spear in his hand again.

This time no one can stop me.

It pierced through the body of a centaur in one go.

"Aru!" shouted a centaur woman who was shooting an arrow with a bow.

The young centaur who had just returned from hunting was now pierced through by a spear and nailed to the ground, his life or death unknown.

The Centaur woman went mad.

Rushed over suddenly.

A centaur cultist who wanted to attack her was knocked away by the explosive force.

"Cry, shout, and then die!"

Witt laughed.

He is just crazy now.

He quickly walked to the chief's side and smashed him down with the weapon in his hand.

At this time, his body size was more than a whole circle larger than the chief. In front of him, the sturdy Centaur chief looked a little petite.

He did not use a fatal attack directly, but instead used the weapon in his hand to smash the centaur's legs and kicked the centaur to the ground with his front hooves.

The hoof stepped on the centaur chief.

"Chief!" Andrew yelled, wanting to rush over to help.

However, he was also bound by the bloody power, and Witt swung the weapon on his body directly, knocking Andrew away.

Andrew's waist, abdomen and horse belly even collapsed.

The number of enemies is much smaller than that of the centaurs, but they are much more powerful as they are blessed by the evil god.

Able to fight one against three, or even one against five.

The crazy emotions and the desire to fight made them completely unafraid of attacking. They only wanted to leave more wounds on the enemy or take the enemy's life.

"My dear chief, why are you... so weak?"

Witt asked as he stomped his horse's hooves hard on the chief's body. With a crackling sound, he trampled a dent in the horse's belly.

"Ah!" The chief screamed and spat out a lot of blood.

"Look at this power! This is the gift from our Lord!"

"You are nothing but a coward who has sided with the evil god!"

The chief endured the pain and spoke intermittently.

Hearing this, Witt stopped and looked at him.

The spear in his hand pierced down fiercely, directly through the chief's thigh, and the two legs were strung together.

"Look around you, they're all going to be sacrificed, and you can't protect them, you weak coward!"

After saying that, Witt laughed loudly, looked around, and his expression became gloomy. Then he roared, "Where's Lelia! Where is that damn woman! Come out! Face me!"

"The Night's Watch will arrive soon. Lelia will chop off your head as a sacrifice to the dead tribesmen! Then, she will become the chief you've always dreamed of!"

Enduring the pain and suffering, the chief once again provoked the enemy.

At this time, the crazy Witt lowered his head and looked at the chief who was almost half-dead.

"In that case, you are useless."

As he said that, he kicked him away, kicking him next to the cultist. The heavy blow almost twisted his body.

The cultist looked at him, forcing a cruel smile onto his stiff face.

"Come, let me transform you into the abomination of vengeance in my hands!"

The blood around, whether from enemies or friends, began to gather.

Lelia, who was far away, could not see the battlefield, but could only hear the fighting and screams there, and she was extremely anxious.

"Can't we just go through? Those people are cultists. The camp will be destroyed!"

George watched the channel.

Only after seeing the information he wanted did he immediately say, "Action!"

Lelia, who couldn't wait any longer, rushed out first.

As soon as he rushed out and saw the camp in the distance, he shouted loudly.

"Wert! Get out here, you scarred coward!"

While shouting and rushing, Lelia could already see the tragic situation in the camp from afar.

Witt caught Lelia's voice in an instant.

Laughing wildly, he rushed forward with his weapon in hand without hesitation.

The two collided instantly.

"Lelia, you weak woman!"

Witt smashed the weapon in his hand directly down. Lelia, who was blocking with a spear, took a step back. She was caught off guard by the enemy's strength.

Looking at Witt's current appearance, Lelia's face was filled with disgust: "You look like a monster now, kneeling at the feet of the evil god, begging for strength. You are such a coward."

As she spoke, Lelia stomped hard, and the war trample under her feet immediately made the surroundings shake.

The spear in his hand was wrapped in flames and rushed forward.

Facing Lelia's attack, Witt didn't want to block or dodge at all, and also swung his weapon.

However, unlike what he expected, Lelia did not dodge either, and the two of them thrust their weapons into each other's bodies.

"It hurts, wimp."

Lelia gritted her teeth and said this while enduring the pain. The spear in her hand was wrapped in magic power. The spear head that was inserted into the enemy's body spun in an instant, and the scorching flames directly destroyed the enemy's body.

A charred hole appeared in Witt's body.

Even the body strengthened by the evil god could not fully withstand such an attack and immediately screamed.

Lelia took this opportunity to kick the enemy, sending him flying.

"Can't you bear this little pain? Go back and cry in your mother's arms. Forget that your mother is dead."

Facing Witt, Lelia could be said to be settling all the new and old grudges together, beating and scolding him without any mercy.

Charge forward with gun in hand.

Wrapped in magical power, the spear at its tip was like an unstoppable chariot, charging towards Witte who had been kicked over.

"boom!"

The collision produced a strong vibration.

Witt's huge body was knocked away in an instant, and his chest and front legs were twisted irregularly.

The whole person was thrown away like a rag doll, hit the ground and slid a long distance.

"This is impossible! My Lord, I pray for more power! I pray for the power to defeat the enemy!"

"Waste." A voice sounded in his mind.

But the power surged up directly.

(End of this chapter)