I have a shelter

Chapter 111 Another Hell Level Difficulty Start

(This chapter has been modified and renamed as ‘Hell Level Difficulty’)

“Corruption, these ulcers all come from corruption. If they are not dealt with immediately, people will die. So, Jack, I suggest you amputate.”

Anthony said to Jack on the stretcher with a serious face. Then Anthony took the linen cloth handed over by Aji and wiped the blood on his hands. It seems that he has done a lot of this kind of work today.

After hearing this, Jack felt a rumble in his head. He grabbed his dirty robe and stood there with a pale face. After a moment, he looked at the smiling Aji next to him and couldn't help crying. On the one hand, he scolded him for gloating over other people's misfortunes and not talking about the friendship between comrades, and on the other hand, he scolded him for not having any mercy.

"Jack, just thank God. Look at those people who were chopped by the blasphemer. Most of them have rotted to bones. You just had your limbs amputated. It's okay."

The wounds chopped by the blasphemer will rot rapidly. The wound on Jack's leg has been purified in the holy fire, so that the rot has not spread. But the rotten wound still looks a bit scary.

Jack just covered his face and cried, but from what he mumbled, it seemed that he would be more uncomfortable than the danger of his life if he could not fight in the future.

"Don't worry, it will be over in a blink of an eye." Anthony comforted him, "It's guaranteed to be painless."

After hearing this, Jack cried even more miserably

There were many soldiers crying and groaning around him. But they didn't cry as miserably as Jack. There were still many white-robed and gray-robed knights walking around, but their sacred power seemed to have been used up, and they could only sigh constantly during the patrol.

"Disperse, don't make trouble here!" A big hand suddenly reached out and took Aji aside. Aji looked back, made a grimace, and ran to the side with his neck shrunk.

Anthony, who was standing by, saw Aunt Stia squeezed over and looked at her thick arms. He also packed up his things with an ugly face and walked to another stretcher without saying a word.

"Bah! Useless witch doctor!"

Aunt Stia spit into her palm and lifted her sleeves. She pushed Jack, who was sitting on the stretcher, down and roughly pulled off his pants amid his crying.

"Thanks to your priests for coming in time, otherwise these brave children would not be able to go back alive." Baron Gavi looked at the busy white-robed and gray-robed priests and sighed again.

Dawn Light Rain and the local monks could only deal with the wounds bitten by zombies at most, but for the corruption caused by the blasphemer, this level of purification was not enough.

The healing mantras mastered by the white-robed knights had no problem dealing with such injuries, but their sacred power was too little. Twenty or so people together are not as good as the milk of an old lady!

In addition to the seven or eight priests led by the three old ladies, and more than thirty apprentice priests, most of the wounded in this battle can be saved as long as they still have a breath.

But some soldiers with poor physical fitness may still be unable to escape the fate of amputation.

"This kind of blasphemous power is more difficult than I thought. If it is not effectively treated, I am afraid that in addition to amputation, it will definitely die." George looked at the wounded and said, "The warriors of Bianhe are indeed very brave."

George's words were not compliments. Through the light of dawn, he has a deeper understanding of these blasphemers.

These blasphemers have a terrifying blasphemous curse. This curse can transmit their own pain to the human hearts that look directly into their eyes. The more fearful, the faster the damage will spread.

Once these blasphemers come into contact with the blood sacrifice, this curse on their bodies will spread in the form of mist. After being infected, they will be cursed.

This curse is of the "dark system", and only those with a dark resistance of more than 20 can be immune. Otherwise, after contact, the whole body will fester and die within a day. And those who are cursed will immediately turn into monsters when they die.

So in the final charge, except for a few warriors who were blessed by the Dawn, they all rushed to the battlefield with the power of the curse. Although the Dawn Light Rain can restore certain injuries, it cannot purify the curse or relieve the pain. And there is only a short recovery time.

So these warriors finally fought with their courage and will.

Not to mention facing these blasphemers. Just facing those zombies is actually enough. There are only so many local monks, and after the wounded are infected, not many can be saved.

So these soldiers, if they are not determined to die, will not come out to clear the monsters.

Baron Gavi next to him, after hearing his praise, showed a trace of bitterness in his eyes.

He took this opportunity to cry about his poverty: "Sir, if it wasn't for a bite of food, who would take up arms and face these inhuman monsters?"

George nodded, understanding what Gavi meant.

"Sir Gavi, I did bring a lot of supplies from the Holy Court. But these important supplies can only be distributed to others in limited quantities." George spoke half-truthfully.

Gavi had expected George's words. After all, the Archbishop has a Templar Order. The consumption is naturally not small.

How much can be transported from outside the valley with such a long transportation line?

However, Gavi believes that the Archbishop must still have goods. The last batch of weapons is amazing in both quantity and quality. So the key is whether the Archbishop is willing.

So George's words are what Gavi wants. He plans to have a good chat with the Archbishop about this matter during today's dinner.

However, George's next words dispelled his idea.

"Lord Gavi, I'm not stingy. Although the Church cares about the valley, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst, and there are so many people in the valley, and they can't all rely on the support of external materials." George said seriously: "Currently, the valley lacks food the most. And the grain produced by this diocese this autumn is also related to our mission here - I think we shouldn't go far away when it comes to food."

George naturally doesn't have much resources.

But in the wild wheat fields in the south, there are plenty.

Seeing that Gavi didn't react for a while, George opened his mouth to wake him up: "What I care about is how to distribute the food in the Rat-Dwelling Territory. Of course, if someone can help us to reclaim land in the future and take on the logistical responsibility of the Templar Knights, it will naturally be better."

Gavi was struck by lightning. He looked at the archbishop and suddenly understood what he meant - he wanted to divide up the Rat-Dwelling Territory!

And according to the meaning of the bishop's words, he wanted to control the entire diocese!

At this time, even the capital of Rodunk has fallen. Naturally, the king doesn't care who the land belongs to. This fertile land cannot be left to the dead Viscount Jeffrey. It must be left to the living.

With the strength of a Templar Knights, the so-called demon is not to be feared at all!

It can even be said that if the archbishop can give him one of the divine fire seeds he brought, even if Gavi leads these 500 people, he will have the courage to rush into the manor and fight the demon!

Gavi has seen the two holy objects today. For the strategic materials of the Holy Court, such as the divine fire seeds, he should bring one.

"My lord! The people of Bianhe will follow you closely!"

George nodded slowly.

He really needs these lords to follow him closely.

Otherwise, the forty or so people in the shelter can do nothing.

Not only that, judging from the situation of this terrifying blasphemer in today's battle, there are hundreds of blasphemers in Jeffrey Manor! In addition, there are tens of thousands of zombies gathered!

The army of the Rat Dwelling Territory is now less than one-third of what it used to be, so even with more than 40 people and the plug-in fully activated, the manor will definitely not be taken down!

Even if everyone is determined to die, it is useless to face an enemy that is dozens of times larger than themselves.

- But this demon must be killed, and the sooner the better! Otherwise, they will all die without waiting until winter!

Therefore, facing this hell-level mission, George knew that normal routines would not work.

He already had an idea.

"Gavi, I think you may have misunderstood." George looked at Gavi and said, suddenly smiling: "I didn't say that I would help you eliminate this demon-about this matter, we are still discussing it internally."