"Be careful." Dismas, understanding Tadiff’s unspoken aning, nodded in response. He then grabbed his Short Sword, leaped over two entangled Pign, and headed straight for the Pigman drumr.
His musket, having just been fired, was now useless. But Dismas himself was no slouch; wielding his Short Sword, he fearlessly charged the grotesque monster.
The Pigman drumr, previously hidden at the rear, had now lost its cover. When Dismas’s figure appeared, it panicked like a startled beast, its drumbeat becoming erratic.
Without hesitation, Dismas lunged forward. With a quick step, he thrust his Short Sword, closing the final distance to the Pigman drumr as if challenging it to a duel.
This death-defying thrust, like a duelist’s strike, exploited its mont of panic. The Short Sword pierced the Pigman’s body, and a gush of fresh blood erupted as it was withdrawn.
But these Pign, accustod to surviving in such harsh environnts, were by no ans simple foes. Madness and ferocity seed almost ingrained in their very being.
The crazed creature let out a wretched squeal. Completely ignoring its wounds, it swung its bone club; if it had the strength to beat a drum, it certainly had the strength to smash human bones.
Otherwise, whose bones do you think these are?
Dismas was also valiant. The bloodline Bless from the Lord granted him trendous strength and the courage to seek victory even in the face of danger.
His expression was cold, his sharp eyes fixed on the Pigman drumr’s attack. Seizing an opportunity, he fiercely swung his Short Sword in a counterattack.
In the dim light, a silver flash was seen. The Pigman drumr’s attack was seen through, and instead, its own hand gained another bloody wound.
And this was just the beginning. Dismas swung his Short Sword, hacking at its lower limb joint and forcefully severing the tendons with a slash.
Sotis, height is not an advantage, especially for monsters like this, whose body proportions were not naturally selected but artificially fused.
Already struggling to stand, it now completely lost its balance, its body tilting precariously.
Finally, Dismas found his chance. He put all his strength into his blade, aiming for the neck and cutting, instantly causing a torrent of blood.
The Pigman drumr could no longer hold on. It dropped its two bone clubs and instinctively clutched its neck, trying to survive, but the bleeding was unstoppable. Its struggles were rely death throes.
Dismas stood before it, panting heavily as he watched the Pigman drumr collapse completely.
The rapid exchange had occurred in re monts, yet Dismas had launched three consecutive attacks. Such intense exertion took a heavy toll.
Of course, the result was obvious: the Pigman drumr had been decisively felled by his three-hit combo.
These Pigman drumrs seed to know a few strange Shamanic Sorceries and were quite troubleso.
But in the heat of close combat, it always ca down to a clash of strength and resilience. No matter how clever, such petty tricks could not escape Dismas’s sharp blade.
When Dismas looked back, the others had also dealt with their respective foes, leaving only corpses scattered on the ground.
The once-noisy corridor fell silent again, leaving only the heavy breathing of the group.
Reflecting on the battle, Dismas and the others still felt their hearts pounding. None of them had expected the Pigman drumr to have such a trick up its sleeve; they had almost been wiped out.
"Are you alright?" Lance’s voice drew their attention. They saw that the Lord had also finished his battle; haphazardly strewn Pigman corpses, indiscernible in the dim light, lay on the ground near him.
Each of them had struggled against a single enemy, yet the Lord, wielding his Shield Axe, had single-handedly taken down the opposition on the other side. He had staunchly guarded their backs and resolved the battle even faster than they had.
Before the mission began, Tadiff had actually felt so dissatisfaction.
He couldn’t understand why a Noble Lord would actively participate in such dangerous missions, knowing full well there were monsters.
He had feared that he might end up having to protect the Lord, and if their employer t with an accident, his own reward would be gone.
But unexpectedly, the Lord was incredibly fierce. He had taken the lead throughout their journey, always at the forefront when facing the Pign.
In the recent fight, he might have been able to handle that many Pign in an open space. However, killing them quickly would have been difficult, let alone being forced into a head-on confrontation in such cramped quarters.
Now he was thoroughly convinced; he knew he couldn’t have faced several Pign simultaneously and dispatched them so quickly.
"Boss, I’m injured."
Boudica’s words snapped Tadiff back to reality. He imdiately realized sothing: How could anyone erge unscathed from such an intense battle?
He rembered that to let Dismas pass, he had to forcibly intercept the Pign, taking a blow from a hamr and a slash from a blade in the process.
Fortunately, that Pigman had been shot in the arm and stabbed in the side, so it couldn’t exert its full force. Most of the damage from its attacks had been blocked by his Scale Armor; the dented and concave marks on the scales were visible.
But he had been hit nonetheless. During the battle, he hadn’t felt much, but as the adrenaline subsided, pain blood in his chest, accompanied by tightness and labored breathing.
Boudica’s words imdiately alerted Lance. He quickly approached with a torch and saw Boudica standing still, leaning on her War Halberd, an uneasy expression on her face.
On her right arm, a palm-length gash was bleeding profusely, the blood dripping from her fingertips.
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