Our family is in decline

Why is the spear suitable for mass production? This is because as long as a wooden stick is put on the spearhead, it is completely blocked by simple weapons nowadays. As long as the spearhead is cut off, it becomes a wooden stick.

The spears can indeed push the enemy away, but the weak spear array cannot stop those ferocious murlocs. Once the spearheads are cut off by those murlocs with their knives, it will be difficult to get close enough to stab the spears.

Seemingly feeling that these humans were beginning to fall into a disadvantage, those elite murlocs among the murlocs who were obviously taller and stronger, and even had deeper-colored scales, began to take action.

They relied on their thick scales and ignored their spears. They charged into the formation with sailor swords, chopped off the spearheads, and approached the militiamen to wield their swords.

Those militiamen didn't even have leather armor, so they couldn't block the murloc's blade at all. The distance advantage of their spears made it difficult for them to stab the murloc in front of them.

It can be said that basically every murloc that rushed in caused damage and chaos, and the wails and screams made this line of defense in danger.

A disabled veteran whose calf was cut off because he stepped into a bandit's trap and could only be tied to a wooden stick looked at the fallen militiamen in front of him without any hesitation. He drew out the dagger that had been given to him by the lord for meritorious service during his service, and staggered without hesitation. He rushed towards the strong fishman elite.

The monster naturally noticed him, its cold fish eyes had a strange light, and he waved the blade in his hand.

Deep sea slash!

If he is healthy, he can kill directly with a gun in his hand. Even if it is a spear, he is sure to kill the monster in front of him and escape unscathed, but now he has one and only one choice.

Facing the blade, he never thought about retreating. He waved the torch in front of him, letting the arm be chopped off and the torch immediately fell.

Then he took the opportunity to fly over, briefly hanging in the air to get rid of the inconvenience caused by the broken leg. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he charged towards the enemy.

"kill!"

With a roar full of rage, he knocked the fishman elite down at the cost of his own life. While pressing him down, he also sent the dagger into the monster's body.

"Give me your teeth!"

Stabbing like crazy, completely ignoring the wounds the other fishmen made on his back, even if he tried his best to take away one of them.

The broken arm and torch that fell to the ground were immediately submerged among the fishmen and extinguished.

His body was broken, but his soul stood firm.

There are many people like him. Every disappearance of a torch means the death of a veteran, but it also means the death of a fish-man.

Not necessarily veterans, some brave people chose to exchange the lord's chips at this time.

It has to be said that the experience of veterans has come into play. Fortunately, this is a double gun array. Although the overlap reduces the range, it brings more intensive protection capabilities.

After paying some price, they still pushed out those elite fishmen, otherwise the formation would be easily disrupted.

It's just that the price is a bit heavy, but the same silent passion is awakened, and fanaticism fills those people.

"Hold!"

"For Hamlet!"

"We can't retreat! Behind us is Hamlet!"

The spear in the hand of a militiaman was cut off by a fishman warrior, but without the spear head, he couldn't be stabbed to death.

"kill!"

With a ferocious expression, he inserted the broken wooden stick into the fish's eye. When he pulled out the eye socket, a pool of mucus with broken lens leaked out, and the fishman's body also swayed and fell.

Who said you can't kill someone without a gun? Even for inhuman monsters, the brain is the absolute key and cannot transcend biological limitations.

The militiamen fought back and held the attack without collapse.

The fishman didn't understand for a while, why did those people become even more excited when I invested in elite members?

The fishmen's brains can't understand this, and they don't care either.

Amidst the weird screams, the murlocs continued to charge, and even more elite murlocs were involved.

There was still a steady stream of fishmen on the coastline and no decrease was seen, but the casualties suffered by the militiamen were very direct.

The battle line has shrunk by at least a quarter, and those who are still standing are basically stained with the blood of their companions and the blood of fishmen. You can imagine how tragic it is.

But don't forget that they are not fighting alone. The two hundred marines who had replenished their ammunition came back from the flanks, and the sound of gunshots was like the sickle wielded by the god of death, harvesting those fishmen.

Even elite fishmen with thicker fish scales can't resist the power of lead bullets, which is enough to show that these are not invincible things.

However, the damage caused is indeed smaller. Those elite fishmen who are hit will not directly lose their combat ability. Their strong bodies bring more vigorous vitality.

It can be said that the crisis facing the militia front has not been resolved. The pressure brought by the fishmen makes them like a small boat facing the waves, and the fewer torches also make the light a little weaker.

But at this time, it was two people from the church who came to support under the flickering firelight.

"Oh, my God!" The beggar monk couldn't help but be shocked when he saw everything in front of him. The coastline was full of dense fish-men.

After seeing the tragic situation, he couldn't help but have a solemn expression.

The candle on the old man's staff was inexplicably lit. The weak candle flame seemed useless here, but it was the light in the darkness.

"May the Holy Light shine on you!" I saw the mendicant monk raising his staff and praying, and the big cross on the top of the staff shone through the night with light.

The gentle light turned into a curtain and fell on the militiamen, giving strength to the tired bodies and the wounds began to heal...

The same divine magic, one is a point of light, and the other is a whole piece of light. Even Junia cannot achieve such terrifying power with the help of holy relics.

However, the trembling old body of the beggar monk can cover such a range with just one move. His strength is simply beyond the ordinary, and has even reached the realm of legend!

The appearance of the Holy Light not only healed most of the injured militiamen, but also frightened the fishmen, and the deterrent it brought was even stronger than the gunshots just now.

Suddenly their orderly attack was interrupted, and at this time the veterans took the opportunity to command the militia to advance, not to counterattack, but to drag back those who could still be saved.

Blood and broken limbs could be seen scattered on the coast, and the remaining militiamen retreated with the wounded in this environment.

Even though most of the doctors and nurses trained in the town were taken away by the lord, Hamlet did not give up this choice.

"Push, push!"

"Save people! Help people!"

"Where's the doctor?"

"Drag to the back first..."

At this time, the mendicant monk performed his second divine spell, and the light shone on the wounded, once again showing its powerful power.

Those with minor injuries recovered immediately after two treatments, and even those with serious injuries were out of danger, and some could even stand up on their own.

The morale was greatly boosted for a time, and it was no wonder that the church could become one of the top extraordinary forces on the continent. The effect of this move was really outrageous.

Even the two people watching the battle on the boat couldn't help but sigh.

"That's right! Why didn't I think of that~" Sierra's face no longer had the same uneasiness as before. Instead, she was quite excited, as if she understood why Amanda was so calm.

"People from the church hate these strange monsters the most, and they will definitely take action. These monsters will die without them, and we don't have to die."

Although other extraordinary forces in the empire can only survive under the suppression of the church, the Roma people have also suffered a lot of suppression.

But at this time, the church people are still reliable!

Amanda also muttered in her heart when she heard this. This was not what she was referring to, but at this moment she couldn't help but think of the fact that this guy Sera had written most of the information on her, but the two people from the church only wrote their names, obviously they were afraid of it. What.

Even she had this reaction, so she asked curiously.

"What is the origin of this mendicant monk?"

"He is the legend of the church - Martin the Martyr." Serra didn't pay much attention at this time, looking at the battle ahead, and briefly introduced the origin of this mendicant monk.

Everyone knows about the luxury and corruption of the church except for the low-level believers, and this Martin is the most devout believer and believes that this situation is corrupt and degenerate.

At that time, the young Martin joined the mendicant order and became an ascetic like a mendicant monk by practicing the vow of poverty.

The mendicant monk's idea is to preach in poor places, so he is more aware of the danger of the church's corruption than those clergy who have never left the monastery in their lives.

But he did not have enough influence, and the church's degradation became increasingly serious.

In order to change this situation, Martin did a very terrible thing. He burned himself in the church, threw himself into the fire, and wanted to be a martyr to awaken the clergy.

But the strange thing is that he was not burned to death. On the contrary, he burst out with powerful power in the flames, claimed to have received divine revelation, and then began to promote his own claims.

Because of the miracle, the story of Martin's martyrdom has been widely spread, and has a huge influence in the church. He did use his own power to say that the change was a bit too much, and indeed alleviated the extravagant and corrupt situation in the church. Those people are afraid of martyrs. His reputation began to fade.

"There are many legendary stories of martyrs, and if the candle-burning priest can follow him, he must be a champion." Serra seemed to be very confident in the two, after all, he was a legend.

Amanda couldn't help but admire this legendary story, but she didn't understand the act of self-immolation.

In her opinion, it was more of Martin using this incident to build momentum. Otherwise, if it was so powerful, why would his skin be burned?

But these were not important at this time. The fishmen on the battlefield seemed to have received some guidance, and the panic situation was immediately relieved.

The power of the mendicant monks also attracted the attention of the fishmen. They seemed to have extremely high hatred for the Holy Light, and they went crazy towards the two of them.

Ordinary people would have panicked, but the pastor of the church is not the kind of guy who only knows how to hold a book and pray in scantily clad clothes.

On the contrary, look at his burly figure, wearing heavy armor covered with various residual traces of battle, holding a war hammer with sacred patterns on the hammer in his left hand, as well as the fierce eyes under the hood and the scar-filled His resolute face shows that he is definitely a ruthless person.

Just like Serra said, if you can follow the legend Martin, how can your strength be inferior?

"Holy Light!"

Priest Ranzhu roared, and the big shield in his right hand was raised again, and the swaying candle suddenly burst out with intense light.

Blinding glare!

The beggar monk's light shone on the militiamen just now, and it was gentler, and did not cause direct harm to the fish-men.

The light triggered by Burning Candle Priest is like a flash bomb, and the burst of light from the candle is directly facing them. The fishman has no eyelids and cannot even close his eyes subconsciously.

Not to mention that they originally lived in a dark place, and this light directly blinded the fishmen who rushed over and drove them crazy.

This is not enough...

"The Holy Light will never tolerate such evil things!"

The fanatical belief made the priest extremely disgusted with these inhuman monsters, and the power of this strong will made the warhammer in his hand glow with a white light at night.

Without any pause, he swung his war hammer and struck the approaching fish-man.

Hammer of Faith!

The devout faith turned into power, and the war hammer condensed with the power of faith fell on the fish-men, causing the scales to break and even fly upside down.

A fire ignited on the wound, and after that it was like being burned by a branding iron, leaving traces on the surface of the hammer.

With one strike against a child, the murlocs that surged up were like waves hitting a rock. They were unable to shake the Zhu Zhu priest at all. Instead, they were beaten to pieces.

It's just that a person's guard is limited. Those fishmen are not brainless beasts. They know how to entangle one part, and the other part to bypass him and aim the bladed spear gun at the mendicant monk.

But when it comes to the power of faith, the mendicant monk is even crazier than the candle-burning priest. The drooped head is raised, and the ferocious face cannot hide the fanatical eyes.

"Monster! Burn in the light!"

With a cry, the monk slightly raised the staff in his hand, and a strong beam of light shot out like lightning. Only a moment of light was seen, and the next second the fish-man who was hit lay down straight.

It was like being struck by lightning, his whole body was like charcoal, and it was even smoking.

But what's even more terrifying is that this move gives the monk a force, allowing him to inspire the next move. Every flash of light represents a fishman being roasted.

I'm afraid those fishmen couldn't understand that this old man who looked like he was shaking even when the sea breeze blew could be so cruel.

But the murlocs had no fear, and there were so many of them. Such high damage to a single target could not stop them, and the elite murlocs mixed among them approached at a faster speed, taking the opportunity to rush up and swing their swords.

They are sure to kill this enemy with just one strike.

Facing the incarnated Blade Mendicant monk, he showed no intention of resisting and continued to spark flashes of light.

But at this time, the priest Burning Zhu, who was entangled by the fish-men, came back and raised the big shield with his right hand. You could see that Youlan's spirituality formed a shield pattern. It was obvious that this shield had extraordinary power.

Knight's Oath!

The guardian ritual links the two, and the inexplicable power protects the mendicant monk. For a spellcaster, there is nothing more important than this. (End of chapter)