What is hell like? Or, when do people feel like they''re in hell? It''s not a difficult question to answer. Religious or emotional poets and writers who have the concept of hell can tell you the answer in their own way. But if you think about it from another angle, the difference between hell and purgatory that people often say can make it easier for us to understand what it looks like. That''s the possibility of redemption. Purgatory can be redeemed, but hell can''t. In hell, there is only eternal endless pain, or just eternal endless is already a kind of pain. When a long time is combined with depressing and unpleasant emotions, torture is born.
Torture, a feeling that had never been felt before in the battle of Lothar. This is not to say that the cannibals falling from the shadow of the cableway on the roof of the workshop are more difficult to deal with than wolf walkers, demons or rat people the count has ever seen. The change is not the enemy, but the heart of the warrior. Lothar''s heart was full of scars. Since the shadow of his parents'' killing in his childhood, everything he has experienced has made the wounds engraved on his heart become bigger and bigger, and the cracks are also more and more.
In response to this trend of fragmentation, the count learned indifference. He learned to be arrogant, to ignore, to follow blindly, and to make a protective shield out of his heart with other dirty, sticky, wet things like mud to prevent his heart from breaking into pieces. His glory, ideals, beliefs and help from others are like heat, baking the mud wrapped in the outside into beautiful ceramics, firmly protecting the heart.
This protection should last forever, and with the increase of the heat, the hardness of the ceramics will increase, and the dirty impurities will be discharged, leaving a white and smooth outer wall. It should have been, until he used the heart again, he used it to fall in love with someone, so when the heart beat, the coating on the outside broke. Exposed inside the fragile organs, the heart full of scars. He used to be able to force himself to wield weapons to take other people''s lives with responsibility and faith, but now, he can''t do it.
For the first time in many years, Lothar hesitated in the face of his opponent. The enemy was not fast enough for the count to sidestep, then knock him down, and then give him a fatal blow with his Tomahawk. But the blood from the body that was killed was bound to spatter on his body, and the pungent smell of blood on his hands would be wrapped around him, which was longer than the most effective perfume. It would be smelled by his lover, and perhaps he would also be smelled by his children. That''s not what he wanted.
Hesitation is a great taboo for soldiers in the battlefield where changes are likely to happen in a moment. Fortunately, Lothar''s fighting instinct saved him this time. Instead of using the axe blade, the count threw the counterweight at the bottom of the handle at the head of the man who had fallen from above. The attacker can''t change his movements in the air. Even if there is, the bloodthirsty desire will not allow him to retreat. "Click!" After a toothy collision, the bloody attacker was knocked over and turned on the ground several times before his head hit the edge of the forging table and did not move.
Other people don''t have the same reaction and skill as Lothar. There were five enemies from above and behind the forging table. Except for the one that was knocked down by the count, the chief mate successfully gave an oral examination to the enemy who attacked him with his machete. Of course, the depth of the examination may have been closer to the gastroscope. Bobcat did not hesitate to hide behind the other three sailors, he is not good at fighting, the dagger in his hand is not so much a weapon as a bold prop. The three sailors were not as lucky as the intelligence dealers. Although they all tried to wave their weapons, one of them was bitten off three fingers holding the knife, one was directly bitten off his throat, and the other was even more unlucky because of the difference between the light inside and outside the room, the number of enemies and the angle of attack. One of the three sailors was even more unlucky and was held away from his companion by two enemies holding a leg.
"Help The hauled sailor reached out and grabbed Lothar''s ankle and hissed for help. Lothar did not have much hesitation. He waved his Tomahawk and chopped at the enemy who was dragging the sailor''s right leg. However, his opponent actually loosened his hands first and let the fool''s justice fall through! What''s more, the enemy who escaped Lothar''s attack seemed to suddenly think of something. He turned around and took something from the casting table. It was an iron sword that had not yet been made completely. Seeing this instinctively, Lothar took back the Tomahawk and prepared to defend, but the enemy with the iron sword didn''t launch a counterattack. He screamed, holding the sword in both hands, and cut off the poor sailor''s left leg from under his knee!
"Ah The scream accompanied by bleeding changed the atmosphere in the workshop. At the same time, the chief mate gave up taking his machete which was too deep into his opponent''s mouth. Instead, he opened the enemy who was gnawing on the neck of another sailor with both hands, and punched the belly of the thing fiercely! "Goo Wah!" The mixture of blood, stomach acid, and sliced meat that had not yet been chewed out of the victim''s mouth with the blow, and it just hit the first mate''s face.
The first mate''s sight is blocked. Seeing that the enemy who was beaten by him has recovered, he is ready to tear open the throat of the first mate and create a second victim. However, the figure of Bobcat quietly comes to his back. His trembling hand raises the dagger and stabs the human heart from the rear! "Gaga! Cluck... " The stabbed things roared, wriggled their arms to catch the attacker behind, but SM had already given up the dagger and jumped to the place where the enemy''s arm could not reach. After a few seconds, the scream and the frantic wriggling subsided, and what killed a sailor was also killed and fell face down on the workshop floor."Ah Ah... " The sailor, who had been bitten off three fingers, covered his right hand. He wanted to howl, but he was afraid to attract more enemies. He could only make a strange sound with his throat between howling and crying. "SM, take the wounded." Lothar clenched her teeth, feeling guilty and angry at the consequences of her hesitation. Bobcat didn''t say much. He rushed to Lothar, grabbed the sailor''s arm with his broken right leg and dragged him away from the workshop. At this time, the chief mate finally cleaned up his face. He looked at the companion with a broken throat and picked up his machete. "What the hell are these things?"
"Ghouls, or ghouls, they''re different from what I''ve seen." Lothar pointed his chin at the enemy who had been beaten to the edge of the forging table. It basically retained the human appearance, but the lips of his mouth had disappeared, and the exposed teeth and gums had an obvious tendency to protrude, which seemed to be changing towards a certain trend.
"Have you dealt with this before?" The first mate went to Lothar''s side and helped him to monitor the blind area of his vision. When the Bobcats left the wounded, they were the only two combat forces left.
"Yes, it''s a lot more than that. But the terrain was good for us Lothar''s eyes searched quickly through the shadows, and his brain came up with a picture of him and the net worm relying on the bridge against a large number of ghouls that day in Wangdu. At that time, the count did not hesitate to face the monsters. At that time, there was no concern on his shoulders, only responsibilities and obligations.
At this time, bobcat, who had just pulled the wounded out of the door, ran back, "no, the broken leg is bleeding too much, so we must stop bleeding immediately."
"We don''t have the tools to stop bleeding here." Said the chief officer, frowning.
But the count looked at the red light in the deep of the workshop and put forward a different opinion, "no, we have."
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