The regrouped team really triggered a chain reaction. After noticing that the ghouls began to gather up their formation and move firmly in the direction of leaving in the flesh and blood mud, all the gangs who had stood by and let them kill their own leaders began to be unable to sit still.


    They can allow casualties, even a large number of casualties, because most of the people killed here are marginal members of the gang or chess pieces that can be abandoned. However, it is undeniable that even these abandoned pieces are also important assets of the gang. Today, they have made so many bets here that they must not lose everything.


    Typical gambler mentality, but these people are exactly gamblers.


    The pressure is coming from all directions. Cheese and others under the protection of the ghoul army can also clearly feel that some changes have taken place in the enemies who come to stop them. Maybe they are equipped, maybe they are weapons, maybe they are still firmly wielding the sharp blade in the face of the ghoul''s ferocious teeth.


    These enemies, who are still firmly blocking the way forward, are obviously different from those mobs who were promised wealth and status before. After seeing the highly militarized black lion army and the nomadic army which is naturally organized because of the tribal life, it is difficult for the cheese to call them regular army, but they are also very close.


    They are outlaws, real bandits. Even in street gangs, such people are still frightening, so their status in gangs is very delicate. After all, the survival of gangs is still a priority. If it can''t guarantee the life of its members, who will go to such an organization?


    But after all, gangs are not serious businesses. Organizations that use violence as a means of survival must have people who are loyal to violence, and the outlaws are the best among them. They are either born abnormal, or born with unexpected changes, or addicted to psychedelic mushrooms or other hallucinogens. In a word, these people are like a weakened version of crazy soldiers. They have no warrior''s physique, but they are very brave.


    The gang leaders who are really good at making use of these heavenly soldiers all know one truth. You can''t expect the cooperation between the outlaws. If they can''t get used to each other, they will win if they don''t stab each other during the conflagration.


    Therefore, in order to exert its real power, it is necessary to skillfully mix these outlaws into the minions, and it is better to mix them with the minions they know. It''s just like no one on the wine table will drink until drunk, but it''s hard to say who can soberly leave the table when there are people who are struggling with wine. The battlefield and the wine table are similar. As long as one desperate person in the crowd stirs up blood, it is likely to create a large number of temporary outlaws.


    The man with not only crying but also laughing in his mouth rushed to the ghoul soldiers with two pig knives in his hand and no inch on his upper body. The heavy meat cutter used to chop bones and muscles is not too much for cutting leather armour. Almost in an instant, the shoulder armour of the ghoul is reduced by half, while the madman''s abdomen is torn open with a terrible wound that can let the intestines flow out.


    If ordinary people were hurt like this, they would be scared out of their wits and run around with their own intestines. But the desperado didn''t care. Even though his intestines had been exposed, he still spat out his tongue and waved a steel knife, bowing left and right, straight to the soldier''s neck.


    Ghouls are not immortal bodies. They are ferocious predators, but they are also made up of flesh and blood. Weapons that can kill human beings can naturally kill them. The so-called specialized evolution of skin three times thicker than human beings may play an excellent role in the era of underdeveloped weapons, but the edge of steel has long made this subtle difference no longer important.


    As a result, the blood splashed, and the big head flew as high as the cork that was squeezed out of the bottle.


    "Kill! Ha ha, kill


    Death has a very different effect on both sides of the battle. As far as the ghouls are concerned, they have to tighten up to maintain the impact of the team. As far as gangs are concerned, they realize that these monsters who eat human flesh are not immortal. They will also fall down. They have nothing to be afraid of.


    The war situation has become more unpredictable. Different from the previous slaughter, now is the time to fight.


    The more such a situation is, the more unfavorable it will be for cheese. The battlefield atmosphere is driven in two directions. More and more ghouls are driven by the morale of their opponents, showing their wild side. But the beast can''t get out of the cage. To lead the herd to find a way to live, we must have a cool head.


    Cheese''s mind has been very calm, even some cold, he swept the battlefield indifferently, his hand unconsciously touched the Dragon flute hanging beside the machete. After this period of repair and maintenance, it should be able to withstand the impact of a dragon flame, the last time. If the progress is really not smooth, he will take it down and ask Migo, who is far away from Longji, to take another breath.


    But that also means that the relationship between him and Migo will come to an end. The Dragon flute is not only a tool and magic prop for their communication, but also a link between the two species and individuals from the childhood of cheese. Thinking of this, the master still put his hand on the machete. But he didn''t pull out his weapon after all. What''s the use of that? He''s the grey robe. Magic is his home court.


    "Secret casting is a new topic."


    The powerful magic of big flag and drum is bound to lead to the enchanting sound of nine ring sword. If you want to cast the magic smoothly, cheese should not only be fast, but also be careful.There is only one chance. If this spell can''t completely change the situation, the next casting will be interrupted. But is that a challenge for him? The magic light didn''t light up from the fundus this time.


    The inspiration of this spell comes from two sources, viya, a mage of the plastic energy school in the city of Dharma, and the grey robe of the alchemist. The combination of plastic energy and alchemy can only be done by the caster who knows a little about the magic of various schools.


    This is not an easy thing, because plastic energy magic lies in the control of invisible energy, while alchemy focuses on the transformation of matter. They should be the two most alienated and even opposite schools in magic. But in the eyes of cheese, these two kinds of magic are interlinked in the depth.


    Machete, out of sheath. But instead of waving to the enemy, he placed it flat and horizontal, and then made a stroke in the heart of his left hand, which just dyed the blade red. Blood, a part of his body, is an excellent medium for man-made contact.


    Dao is the object of communication. The first thing to take effect is the transformation of alchemy. Cheese has done similar things in the past, turning part of the blood in the body into toxic venom or acid. The same is true this time.


    The best machetes, the bright blade, all quickly disappeared, turned into dark and gloomy, as if they had been shelved for several years. It is a sacrifice and the source of plastic energy.


    "Hoo In one breath, blow away the machete and turn it into innumerable rust residues, floating around.


    As if by some kind of gravitation, these iron filings will move towards the metal objects when they float in the air. In this case, most of them are swords, perhaps because the materials of swords are closest to their original appearance.


    When the iron chips meet the blade, the pathological phenomenon occurs. The dark red stripes like snowflakes grow as fast as life. When they reach a certain limit, the weapons will shatter and become more iron chips. Without weapons, no matter how fierce a maniac is, he can''t exert his original fighting power.


    The creator of all this, sitting on the horse with close eyes, holding the handle of the machete in his hand, controlled the range of the scrap iron with his mind, and made them carefully avoid their own weapons.


    Just then


    "Ding ~" copper ring sound, clear and sweet.


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