I Have a City in a Different World

"What the hell is this, why is it so difficult?"

The black slime that suddenly appeared blocked the witcher's offensive and could not move forward at all.

Looking around, there are black waves in front of them, and they keep coming one after another.

After approaching the witcher, they suddenly accelerated, making it impossible to avoid.

In desperation, they can only keep retreating, looking for a solution to the problem.

A witcher looked at the steady stream of black mucus, and was so frightened that he hurriedly inserted his shield in front of him to block it, and cursed at the same time.

It's a pity that the shield can only block it for a very short time, and soon he has to continue to retreat, looking in a state of embarrassment.

A witcher next to him couldn't dodge in time, and was caught by the black liquid, and he couldn't shake it off.

"Erase it quickly, it's too late, it's too late!"

Seeing this, the witcher next to him gave a loud reminder with a worried look on his face.

The relationship between the two witchers was very good, and I couldn't bear to see the old man lose his life and subconsciously went up to help.

"Go back quickly and leave me alone."

Seeing his companions trying to rescue him, the witcher who stuck to the mucus quickly stopped him and quickly retreated to a safe area.

At this time, looking at the area stained with black mucus, the witcher's expression changed, and his brows furrowed tightly.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, those black mucus turned into worms with the thickness of mycelium, which were constantly burrowing into the skin.

They squirm on their legs, looking like wind-blown hairs, halfway through in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the witcher was so frightened that he kept scratching with his hands. Who would have guessed that after the bugs touched his palm, they actually got on his palm again.

"Damn, who can help me?"

In desperation, the witcher kept calling for help from the surrounding witchers, trying to get them to think of a way.

Everyone looked embarrassed, but they couldn't do anything about this weird thing.

"Thorn..."

The infected witcher pleaded for help to no avail,

He could only do it himself, pulling off his sleeves and trousers.

At this time, the black bugs had already drilled into the body, and they were following his blood vessels, constantly flocking to the position of the heart.

Where the bugs passed, the blood vessels and meridians were already swollen and turned into a black grid.

"Cut off your hands and feet, or you'll have to die!"

Seeing that the witcher's arms and calves were all black, his friend reminded him loudly that there was obviously no better way.

It's just that after the limbs are cut off, even if it is replaced with a prosthetic limb, it will definitely not be as flexible as before.

Even if he left the battlefield alive, the witcher's career would end there, which was perhaps the most painful thing.

If you want to continue your dreams and hopes, you can only cultivate one apprentice to inherit the mantle.

Although it was cruel, he had no choice.

"bring it on!"

The infected witcher made up his mind, shouted to his companion, and then closed his eyes in pain.

"Grit your teeth and hold back, my knife is sharp and won't hurt..."

Although the friend's face was unbearable, he still raised the sword in his hand to chop off his calf.

This is to save lives, there is no room for hesitation.

A knife slashed, and the cold light flashed, and it was about to cut off the calf.

Unexpectedly, just when the sword touched the skin, a mutation suddenly appeared, and the volume of the white flame originally attached to the sword soared.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a trace of flames, which suddenly separated, and directly drilled into the demon hunter's body.

"Something's wrong, stop it!"

After seeing this scene, the infected witcher immediately thought of a certain possibility, and hurriedly opened his mouth to stop his companions, and at the same time desperately used a knife to hold it.

His companion was also startled, but with his extraordinary power control skills, he still took the knife at a critical moment.

"What, do you regret it?"

The companion asked anxiously, thinking that this guy regretted it and didn't want to lose his hands and feet.

If he hesitated any longer, he might even lose his life.

"No, look, that flame got into my body!"

The infected witcher quickly reminded his companion, his face was full of surprise, and he stared at his calf.

As the white flames entered, he felt a burst of coolness, and the black grid-like traces on his skin had receded like a tide.

"That's right, now your kid is saved!"

The companions also noticed this scene and roared excitedly, obviously happy for the old friend's safe escape.

At the same time, he was also secretly afraid that if his old friend hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have cut off his leg with one knife.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Tang Zhen, if it weren't for him, I would be useless in this life!"

After sighing, the witcher stood up and shouted at the surrounding: "There are brothers who are contaminated by this black liquid, just bring the weapon close to the body, and the white flame will heal you.

Don't panic, and don't cut off your hands and feet rashly, otherwise you will regret it! "

This reminder came very timely. Many witchers on the battlefield were infected with black mucus. Originally, they were still hesitating whether to cut off their limbs, but now they have a better choice.

More witchers were inspired to slash at the black liquid with their weapons in their hands.

The white flame contacts the black slime, just like the raging fire touches the white snow, and it melts in an instant.

The white flame that can ablate the demon servants is also effective against black slime, and it also frees the demon hunters from the current predicament.

Just as they were about to move on, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the ruins ahead.

The billowing black smoke rose into the sky, and the smoke column was like a solid body, reflecting a faint luster.

In the thick black fog, there is a huge monster, which is roaring in anger at this moment, waving its sharp claws to scratch around.

Just in front of the monster, Tang Zhen's figure shuttled back and forth, and a cold light flashed through the sword in his hand.

Whenever a cold light appeared, the monster let out a roar, and at the same time, dark green blood spurted out of its huge body.

The whole process was smooth and easy, and it seemed that the demon in front of him did not pose any threat to him.

In just a few breaths, Tang Zhen withdrew into the air 100 meters away. At the same time, holding the knife in his hand, he looked coldly at the struggling and roaring demon.

"Ow... Humans, you won't be arrogant for long!"

The demon's roar was filled with endless anger and deep unwillingness. At the same time as the roar sounded, its body shattered into countless pieces.

The scattered flesh and bones were piled up together, looking like a hill, exuding a disgusting bloody smell.

A trace of blood-colored mist flew out from the corpse, condensed into a blood-colored crystal nucleus, and quickly flew to Tang Zhen's hands.

This method of condensing is far faster than absorbing it with red mist, and it is also more concealed.

The demon hunters in the distance forgot to fight and stared blankly at this scene with shock and excitement in their eyes.

In the real decisive battle, they were not used at all, and Tang Zhen once again single-handedly killed the demon.

Witnessing such a grand event again, they were still enthusiastic, and the photographer next to him in charge of recording was even more excited with his hands and feet shaking.

"Unfortunately, our strength is too low to be qualified to participate in such a battle."

A witcher sighed, and the witcher next to him seemed to feel the same.

Although there are some regrets, the demon hunters all have self-knowledge, and they are very clear in their hearts that they cannot be the opponents of demons at all.

The main force of the battle is still Tang Zhen, they are only responsible for assisting, but even so, they are still alive and well.

The battle of slaughtering demons is only the prelude at this time, and the future battlefield will be even more dangerous.

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