69novels Chapter 524 Monster
Chapter 524 Monster
Chapter 524 Monster
The white flames instantly ignited, turning the surrounding floor into ice crystals.
An unknown force propelled the snow carriage away into the distance.
Chris had to kneel down and grab the handrail to avoid falling. With only one hand, maintaining his balance was extremely difficult.
He looked up and saw that the remaining seven guards were all blocking Chris's way.
The young black man at the back pointed his palms toward Chris.
He was panting heavily, seemingly due to excessive physical exertion.
So, did he push me here?
Moody stepped forward: "Elder, are you alright?"
Perhaps due to being too surprised, Chris found himself unable to make a sound.
But Moody had already grabbed his right arm: "Hurry! Elder, I'll take you; we'll get there faster!"
Just like that—he left?
"But I finally managed to take this city," Chris said unwillingly, "Let's fight back—"
"I'm sorry, Elder," Moody sighed, "those things are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people; they easily wiped out our people—"
"But any living thing can be killed!" This was the only thing Chris was absolutely certain of.
"But our army is currently in a precarious situation. We've marched a long distance, fought for days, endured a mutiny, and been ambushed. Our command has completely collapsed, and those things seem to be quite numerous. We have no chance—"
Upon hearing this, Chris immediately understood the current situation.
As a result, he recovered from his shock.
Cities are important, but what's important is to preserve oneself.
However, there were still things he needed to carry.
Chris climbed into the snow sedan chair, tucked the "Guide to Destiny Interpretation" into his pocket, and then took a piece of cloth, wrapped his cane in it, and held it in his hand.
Stepping out of the snow palanquin, he planned to have Moody lead him to safety: "Let's go through the north gate; that's where we have the best chance of escaping."
Moody nodded, but then a corpse suddenly flew over.
The other person's face was burning with white flames, and their entire head was frozen solid.
Is this what it means to play with fire and get burned? — Chris wondered.
But this left only six guards.
"Back off!" shouted the bald wizard at the front. "I'll hold them off!"
The other five retreated toward Chris, while the bald wizard raised his arms.
In an instant, the floor tiles broke apart from the seams, then rose up, blocking the way between the deep-sea creatures and them.
The youngest blond guard laughed, "Ha! Success! We should be able to buy some time—"
"Bang!"
Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud bang.
The wall, which had been modified with witchcraft, collapsed instantly.
The flying pebbles struck the blond guard.
But it's impossible to tell his hair color now, because there's nothing above his neck.
Looking at the wall again, a blue-skinned monster with a hammer-shaped head stood on the other side of the pile of stones.
Two protruding eyeballs grew on either side of the hammerhead, which, combined with his body that was at least ten feet long, made people tremble with fear.
Chris wasn't the only one terrified; the bald wizard was too.
"Idiot!" Chris thought. "If you're that close, don't just stand there!"
Even someone as far away as Chris just wants to distance himself immediately.
Sure enough, a glob of black liquid spurted out from the monster horde.
It landed on the bald wizard and splashed up black mist.
When the black mist dissipated, there was no trace of him.
Moody had already pulled Chris away and fled.
Chris had never felt so light.
He was being pulled along by Moody, who moved so effortlessly that it was as if Chris had no weight at all.
That's true. He doesn't need to worry about running away at all; instead, he has time to look back and watch the battle.
The fat wizard slammed his palm down on the ground.
Immediately, a cluster of blue, dark, pointed cones emerged from under the feet of a monster.
The sharp cone pierced the opponent, causing him to bleed bright red blood and fall to the ground.
Those things can indeed be killed—Chris thought—even the blood is red.
The spike continued to thrust, killing another monster.
When dealing with the third one, the opponent noticed the anomaly and jumped away to dodge.
Wow! Tall and big, but not stupid at all, and quite agile!
But the fat wizard was clearly more experienced. He predicted the opponent's landing point and pierced through him with a thinner, sharper cone.
Meanwhile, another wizard fired something with his finger, leaving only a cloud of white mist around his finger.
And in the direction his finger was pointing, a monster's shoulder was pierced.
The wizard raised his other hand and launched something with his fingers as well.
This time, it hit the center of the forehead.
Another monster fell.
Just then, a pink monster that looked like a lobster and a horse pouted its long, thin mouth.
With a sudden inhale, snowflakes were sucked in along with the air.
Then, swell the base of the long beak into a round ball.
Then, its mouth suddenly compressed—and a water bullet shot out, killing the wizard.
At the same time, the fat wizard also knelt down on the ground.
What killed him was his own mysterious, pointed cone.
Chris didn't understand what was happening, only seeing a few strange rays of light seeping out from the group of monsters.
At this point, Chris was left with only one bodyguard.
This person had no intention of fighting from the beginning and simply tried to stay behind Chris and Moody.
Chris thought it was a wise decision, and having a bodyguard by his side would definitely make him safer.
He also realized that this monstrous army was not something that could be easily defeated.
Even if Chris's troops were in top condition, they might not be able to defeat them.
Although there were only about two hundred monsters.
Two hundred against thirty thousand, and thirty thousand of them are wizards —
Whether in terms of size, strength, or special abilities, those monsters have an overwhelming advantage.
The monster showed no sign of giving chase—Chris turned his head—at least his life was saved.
Chris was still very agitated—every decision he made from the moment he personally led the army was correct, so why did this happen?
He did indeed conquer the city, but he also did indeed lose it.
And now it seems that they are likely to be completely wiped out.
Although the soldiers were worthless to Chris, only one-two-thousandth of them were his elite troops.
These losses are irreparable, and it's hard for Chris not to feel heavy-hearted about them.
Soon, they arrived at the northern gate of Heddy Square.
At this moment, quite a few remaining enemy troops have already fled to this place.
They looked at Chris and his group, seemingly unable to distinguish friend from foe.
After all, none of them were wearing military uniforms.
The city gates were tightly shut, but Moody quickly led Chris up the stone steps beside the city wall.
Then, holding onto the outer wall, he slid down the high wall.
Neither of them was harmed.
"I'm not good at fighting," Moody explained, "so I try to avoid conflict as much as possible."
"And what about him?"
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"We can't control him. He's a key member of the Holy Alliance; he'll definitely find a way to escape—"
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