America: The Cremator

Chapter 152 The Glove Relic and the Demon King's Double Protection!

Faced with the five gruesome corpses roaring and charging at him, Isaac was the first to tear off his bull horn. His face instantly twisted and deformed, and suddenly swelled into a rusty, trumpet-like head, roaring out violent high-frequency sound waves.

After being compressed to its extreme by the horn, the sound wave transformed into a visible air impact drill, slamming hard into the chest of the fastest-charging corpse.

The terrifying force sent its massive body flying, crashing through a row of thick, ancient trees before finally slamming heavily into the muddy bushes.

Evan on the right also immediately came to his senses, quickly pulled out a specially made arrow with a cone-shaped arrowhead from the deepest part of his quiver, nocked it on the bowstring, and drew it to its full extent.

The bowstring creaked under the strain, and the arrow tore through the white mist, piercing precisely into the shoulder of the second corpse.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion echoed through the forest, and sparks mixed with sharp silver flecks burst forth in an instant. The tragic corpse was blasted backward by the violent explosion, and the reddish-brown flesh on half of its shoulder was completely torn apart, revealing the dark red muscles that were constantly writhing underneath.

At the same time, Hannah turned the pages of the Bible again, and several dazzling chains of holy light shot out from the pages.

This time, the chains of holy light did not attack the corpse's thick chest, but instead pierced through its limb joints.

Then, as the pages turned, the chains tightened suddenly, pulling the enormous creature into a starfish shape and forcibly fixing it in place.

Beside Evan, Lia also sprang out from behind him: she pulled a dark red long leather whip from her lower back with her backhand, then flicked her wrist so that it became a blur, and the whip lashed hard across the neck of the fourth corpse.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

He struck the victim ten times in a row, at an unbelievable speed.

The sound of the whip tearing through the air was like a string of firecrackers exploding in the ears. The dense whip shadows intertwined into a net, whipping the corpse's skin and flesh until it was torn and bleeding. Bright white flames ignited at the wounds, and the excruciating pain forced it back several steps.

Seeing this, Su Long raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but mutter, "This girl usually looks so delicate and doesn't show any strength, but when she does, she gives away ten free draws?"

The next moment, Su Long gripped "Lucas" tightly with his left hand, activated his will, and the primordial fire instantly enveloped his fists. Then, the violent flames ran down his legs and instantly gathered at the soles of his feet.

He slightly bent his knees, then suddenly pushed off with his feet, triggering an explosion of fire. He used the recoil to propel himself forward, twisting his waist and slamming his left fist into the rotting face of the corpse.

The moment the fists make contact, the armor-piercing and berserk effects are triggered simultaneously!

The Corpse's tough flesh, strong enough to withstand Magnum bullets, was torn apart like paper by this punch. Primal fire poured wildly into the wound, instantly igniting the rotting flesh on its face.

Its massive body was jolted by the enormous impact and fell backward.

Sulong gave it no chance to breathe, his right fist following up, triggering another burst of fire!

With a deafening roar, the combined power of the berserk attack and armor-piercing strike landed squarely on the corpse's face.

Its enormous head snapped back violently, its facial flesh blasted into pieces, its single, scarlet eye burst open, and its massive body lost its balance, crashing backward into the mud.

In a brief exchange lasting only a few seconds, the five individuals displayed their individual abilities, completely suppressing the strange charging momentum of the five C-rank high-level creatures.

But this was far from over. The corpse lying in the deep pit let out a muffled roar, its heart pounding wildly in its chest cavity. The shattered flesh on its face began to writhe and tear rapidly, and the broken bones made a teeth-grinding grinding sound, yet they were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The other four wounded, mangled, and blown-away corpses, covered in flowing pus, staggered back to their feet.

Their madness intensified, a low growl emanating from their throats, their powerful hind legs gathering strength once more, ready to launch a second attack at any moment.

The crowd's expressions were extremely grave. They gripped their weapons tightly, adjusted their breathing, and prepared to face the next, even more intense, attack.

Just then, an elegant and calm female voice rang out from behind the group: "Children, you have proven your strength, but the current situation has exceeded your capabilities."

Hedley calmly walked past the crowd, stepping alone to the very front of the formation to face the five terrifying monsters that were closing in again, and slowly put down the suitcase in her hand.

"Leave the rest to me."

Hedley reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a pair of black gloves, putting them on.

The gloves are made of a matte yet expensive velvet material, with fine pure gold threads interwoven along the back of the hand and knuckles.

Then, she bent down, opened the leather case, and took out two exquisitely crafted medieval knight models, each only the size of a palm.

The model has a bright silver metallic texture throughout, and the material and shape of the full-body plate armor are incredibly realistic.

Hedley's fingers glided lightly across the surface of the dolls, then with a slight flick of her wrist, she tossed the two exquisite dolls into the open space in front of her.

The moment the doll slipped from my hand, a blinding burst of light erupted in mid-air.

The silver metal, which was originally only the size of a palm, suddenly expanded wildly, accompanied by a tooth-grinding metallic friction sound, as countless thick silver armor plates sprang up, extended, and snapped together out of thin air.

As they crashed heavily onto the muddy ground, they transformed into two fully armed, silver-armored greatsword knights, each over three meters tall, standing like mountains in front of the crowd.

Looking at the two silver-armored knights, a word involuntarily popped into Su Long's mind.

"The Demon King's Twin Guardians!"

The others present were also amazed by the power of the A-level exorcist; the oppressive aura emanating from these two creations alone was enough to inspire awe.

Hedley slowly straightened up, gracefully raising her arms, her ten fingers moving lightly in the air.

His posture was remarkably like that of a principal conductor leading a magnificent symphony in Vienna's Golden Hall, or a performer sitting behind the scenes skillfully manipulating a puppet.

With each tiny flick of her fingertips, the two massive silver-armored knights began to slowly move forward.

"Clang"

"Clang!"

The heavy silver plate armor clashed against each other, and the extremely heavy metal combat boots mercilessly trampled the muddy ground, causing the earth to tremble under the weight and collapse into deep mud pits.

Su Long narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the two silver-armored knights, and keenly sensed that something was amiss.

This is absolutely not the weight that a human wearing heavy armor could generate!

Moreover, one could see from the gaps in the knight's plate armor that there was no one inside; it was a completely solid metal structure.

Su Long quickly calculated in his mind that if these were solid metal toys made of pure silver and scaled up to three meters tall, the weight of these two knights would be at least a thousand tons!

Just as everyone was in shock, five utterly crazed corpses roared and pounced upon them.

Hedley pressed her right index finger down sharply, and the silver-armored knight on her left instantly moved.

It gripped the two-meter-long silver cross greatsword with one hand, the blade tearing through the air with a sonic boom-like shriek, carving out an extremely violent semicircle in mid-air.

"Pfft—"

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The two corpses at the forefront didn't even have time to dodge before being swept in the waist by this powerful sword strike.

The tough flesh was forcibly cut open with a huge, bottomless gash, and foul-smelling intestines and various deformed internal organs gushed out like a burst dam, crashing onto the ground with a clatter.

Thick black smoke rose from the two wounds, and the Corpse's supposedly abnormal regenerative ability was completely rendered ineffective by the Silver Knight's attack.

The rotten flesh at the edges of the wound showed no signs of healing at all; on the contrary, it continued to fester and rot outwards.

At the same time, the other two wretched corpses had already bypassed the greatsword's attack range and were frantically pouncing on another silver-armored knight on the right.

Their massive bodies, carrying immense force, slammed into the knight's metal legs.

But the silver-armored knight's body didn't even sway, remaining as steady as a mountain in place.

The highly corrosive acid secreted from the corpse was now heavily soaking the knight's silver plate armor, yet the deadly acid could not even damage the outermost layer of silver armor.

In contrast, the two suicidal corpses met extremely tragic ends.

One of them was thrown back by the terrifying recoil, rolling backward more than ten meters, breaking a large swath of bushes along the way, and crashing heavily into the mud and water, unable to get up for a long time.

The other one was even less fortunate. Its entire right shoulder twisted and shrank instantly under the enormous recoil force, and its scapula and collarbone were violently shattered into countless tiny bone fragments.

The situation on the battlefield was completely reversed in just ten seconds. Four of the five sad corpses were instantly maimed, and the last sad corpse, whose face had been smashed by Su Long, finally managed to recover.

Its newly grown scarlet eye stared intently at the steel behemoth before it, and a desperate roar erupted from its throat. Then, it lunged forward without hesitation, opened its arms, and tightly embraced the silver-armored knight on its right.

Hedley's lips curled into an elegant, cold smile, and her left hand suddenly clenched into a fist.

The silver-armored knight on the right slowly raised his right arm, and the silver longsword in his hand moved from bottom to top, aiming with extreme precision at the chest of the corpse.

"puff!"

The broad blade pierced through the corpse's tough flesh without any resistance, going straight through its entire chest cavity and emerging from its back.

The corpse let out a painful roar, but it was unable to break free from the thick metal spike. It could only wave its arms in vain, its sharp claws scratching wildly at the knight's arm plate armor.

A teeth-grinding scraping sound rang out, and the claws sparked a series of dazzling sparks on the arm armor, but failed to leave any scratches.

The silver-armored knight suddenly exerted force upwards with his arm, and his heavy metal body burst forth with terrifying power, lifting the monster, which weighed several hundred kilograms, high into the air like a string of candied hawthorns.

Reddish-brown pus and blood gushed wildly from the sword groove, dripping onto the knight's silver armor and then sliding into the soil.

Just then, the silver-armored knight on the left strode over, dragging his greatsword. He stopped in front of the raised corpse, gripped the hilt with both hands, and raised the greatsword high above his head.

Hedley swung both hands downwards at the same time.

The greatsword, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, transformed into a cold, silver lightning bolt and slashed down fiercely.

"Click!"

The enormous, deformed head shot into the sky, and foul-smelling black blood gushed out like a fountain from the smooth, severed neck, splattering all over the ground. The headless mutilated body convulsed violently in mid-air a few times before finally letting its arms hang down completely, turning into a lifeless corpse.

The silver-armored knight on the right, carrying the headless corpse, slowly lowered his thick mechanical arm. He raised his extremely heavy metal boot and placed one foot heavily on the abdomen of the mutilated body hanging from the sword blade.

With a piercing metallic scraping sound, the headless, wretched corpse was kicked off the broad cross-shaped greatsword and crashed heavily onto the muddy ground, splashing up a large amount of foul-smelling black water.

The knight flipped his wrist, and the massive cross-shaped sword tip pointed downwards, piercing the heart of the mutilated body without any resistance. The next second, an extremely violent spiral of air suddenly erupted from the broad silver blade.

The gale raged inside the gruesome corpse, instantly shredding the tough flesh and bones. Reddish-brown pus and bits of flesh splattered everywhere, leaving only a pool of foul-smelling flesh, with not a single intact bone fragment to be found.

Just then, several mournful roars came from the bushes in the distance.

The four previously severely injured corpses forced themselves to their feet again. They staggered to their feet and frantically pounced on the two silver-armored knights.

The knight on the left faced two charging corpses, holding his greatsword horizontally with both hands. The two monsters' massive bodies slammed into the broad blade, producing a deafening metallic clang.

The knight's ten-ton body remained motionless. He suddenly raised his right leg and delivered a powerful straight kick, striking one of the corpses squarely in the chest. The terrifying kinetic energy sent the corpse flying backward.

After kicking one away, it quickly turned around, gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, and slashed the huge cross sword horizontally several times in mid-air.

The other corpse didn't even have time to dodge before it was cut into dozens of evenly sized pieces of flesh. Dark red muscle tissue and reddish-brown pus rained down on the ground, completely losing its life.

The wretched corpse that had just been kicked away struggled to its feet from the ruins, letting out a furious roar before lunging forward again. It spread its arms and tightly embraced the knight's right arm, which was holding the sword, and opened its mouth full of sharp teeth to frantically gnaw at the silver plate armor.

The knight simply loosened his grip, letting the heavy greatsword crash into the mud, then thrust his silver helmet forward, slamming it squarely into the rotting face of the corpse.

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the corpse was knocked to the ground by this brutal blow, its head sinking deep into the soil.

The knight on the left took the opportunity to bend down, and his two huge metal hands grabbed the corpse's left and right ankles with great precision, lifting the corpse upside down and using it as a huge fleshy iron hammer. He then swung his arms around the corpse and smashed it wildly towards the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The earth trembled violently. The corpse's proud defenses became a joke in the face of absolute physical crushing force; its torso,

The skull deformed and shattered with each violent impact, splashing reddish-brown acid everywhere and corroding the surrounding soil, leaving it riddled with holes.

After striking the ground more than a dozen times, the knight finally stopped. He opened his metal hand and casually tossed away the two remaining, solitary pieces of his shinbone.

The rest of the corpse had completely merged with the muddy land, turning into an unrecognizable mass of flesh.

On the other side, the knight on the right was equally decisive and efficient in his fight.

Two wretched corpses, one on each side, tightly entangled its arms, their sharp claws scratching wildly at its plate armor, trying to find a gap.

The knight ignored the obstruction on his arm, raised the extremely heavy metal combat boot, and kicked out two kicks with great precision.

"Snap! Snap!"

Two crisp cracking sounds rang out in succession. The kneecaps of the two wretched corpses were instantly shattered by the kicks, and their massive bodies, now without support, suddenly slumped down and knelt heavily before the knight.

The knight raised the greatsword with one hand and delivered a simple, unadorned vertical slash from top to bottom.

The kneeling corpse on the left was cleaved in two with remarkable smoothness from head to hip, and reddish-brown pus mixed with dark red internal organs gushed out instantly, splattering all over the ground.

The knight reached into the still-writhing pile of rotten flesh, yanked out the deformed, beating heart, and then his metal fingers snapped shut with a "plop," crushing the heart into a pile of dust on the spot.

The corpse on the right struggled to get up, but the knight kicked it hard, knocking it to the ground. Then, the ten-ton steel behemoth took a step forward, and its heavy metal boots landed mercilessly on the corpse's chest.

"Crack—" A large area of ​​the sternum collapsed, piercing the internal organs.

The knight raised his foot and stomped heavily on the corpse's head.

One, two, three —

The dull thud echoed through the forest. The corpse's screams abruptly ceased. Its upper body, trampled by ten tons of force, had its bones shattered completely, its flesh and blood mixed with the soil, ultimately turning into a pool of red and white minced meat.

The battle was completely over, and the five C-rank superior corpses that had caused everyone such a hard-fought fight had all been reduced to ashes.

The entire battlefield was a gruesome sight. Apart from the one corpse that had been vertically cleaved and left intact, the other four had all been reduced to a putrid pulp, with not a single bone to be found.

Hedley remained standing in the same spot, her dark, custom-made wool coat untouched by a single drop of blood.

She gracefully withdrew her hands, interlacing her fingers in front of her, her expression calm.

"Gentlemen, it's over. Would you please clean up the battlefield?"