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Chapter 163 I kept part of it

Craft easily and effortlessly dodged the incoming host body sideways. Its explosive movements are not inferior to those of a living person, but it is upright and has no reservations. What makes it difficult to deal with is that its appearance is very confusing and its power movements are counter-intuitive. It can only rely on Pure reaction speed to deal with.

Leveraging its own inertia, the sword blade cut through the left waist when the body was turned around, splitting half of the abdominal cavity into two.

This thing may not be consistent with biology, but at least it is consistent with physics. The incision inevitably tilted the torso filled with solitary bushes to the left, restricting movement. He took advantage of the situation and used a counterweight to knock on the ridge where the hyphae were connected, causing it to He fell down in front of Coop.

"Don't hit your head, break your legs first."

Without looking back and saying a word, Kraft faced another bloated body full of Schizophyllum hepatica and cut off half of the opponent's arm by taking advantage of the length of the weapon. Unexpectedly, he saw the body combined with the fungus. The remaining muscle tissue shows a brown-black rust color that is incompatible with the yellow and white mycelium due to the deposition of oxidized iron components.

The fungi woven into the muscle fiber bundles seem to be replacing nerves and blood vessels, allowing those functional tissues that should die with the body to be manipulated and used when necessary, inaccurately imitating the activities during life.

In the eyes of people who are sensitive to this, this kind of activity is obviously pathological or even one-off.

The sudden tight tension exceeded the structural load limit, and because of the lack of pain reflex, the patient continued to execute unfinished action instructions after being cut, aggravating the injury until it pulled itself apart.

From a normal biological perspective, this may be a very uneconomical solution.

But it’s hard to say whether its nature is a body or a fungus living on it. There is no need to consider this issue. If someone is entangled with this kind of thing, unless someone helps cut off its limbs, it will never be possible to escape in a short time.

And once you fail to escape within half a minute, someone has already demonstrated the consequences.

There is still a long way to go before the painful lessons can be translated into practice. Even if you are reminded that you need to adjust your countermeasures, the habits formed through training cannot be adjusted immediately.

There was no fatal blow, and it was difficult to predict the next move. The most embarrassing thing was that he was wearing armor but not full-body armor, which was of no benefit to the situation. It also slowed down the action, and soon there were people who were unable to react in time and were hit.

In the peripheral vision, a guard on the edge of the battlefield was stabbing the victim's neck. The body with unimpaired athletic ability caught him at the next moment with the blade of the sword, and the rotten wood-like arms covered with fungi were tightened around the chainmail for protection. upper body, knocking him to the ground.

The companion used a shield to knock away the host, broke its thighs with a hammer, and turned around to rescue. However, the body holding the target made the sound of a dry pod exploding, the bloated head like a silk crown opened, and a cloud of dust erupted. The mixed color of deep purple-red and dark yellow spreads and changes in the air, and changes color rapidly as it changes color, showing an indescribable amount of rich tonal changes.

The dry cough and wheezing caused by the dust mist spread simultaneously with the color. The affected person hurriedly distanced himself, but the nearest guard holding a shield could not dodge. After escaping a few steps, he weakly grabbed his throat and fell down, losing himself in the deep and futile breath. consciousness.

"spread!"

In several rounds, Martin successfully cut open his opponent's thigh tendon and shattered his patella. After he was able to escape, he immediately noticed this scene and shouted a reminder.

He felt that he had inhaled the dust when he opened his mouth. They were everywhere. Just a little bit would give him a burning and scratching-like discomfort in his throat. Inhalers with more severe symptoms would have their faces turn red and their eyes would bulge when they coughed.

The body controlled by the fungus will not wait for them to slowly ease, and a chain reaction of deterioration occurs in the corner of the battle situation.

Those powder particles appear to be very heavy, and the cloud formed after being ejected spreads a short distance before settling and dissipating, and its spread range is limited.

"Ahem... cover your face!" Martin coughed and warned, pulled out a dagger, pierced the elbow of the mottled arm that hugged him from behind, and twisted left and right to disconnect the unexplainable rope.

He felt something clinging to the back of his helmet, like an expanding water bag or an overturned cow's stomach. The bumps and mesh pleats came to life, looking for a breakthrough in the metal.

Before a certain "sac" burst open, Martin held his breath and severed the tendon across the elbow joint, broke free from the restraints, and threw the dangerous guy towards another similar guy rushing through the defensive gap.

They collided and fell, and the caps of the hemispheres cracked and released psychedelic-colored dust, which quickly dried up.

The command had basically failed. In order to keep the distance, everyone was fighting independently in the camp. At this time, when he had a little breathing space, he realized that his side did not encounter a numerical disadvantage.

According to what I saw during the day, the number of those things was at least three times theirs, and there might be more in unseen places. If they were swarmed, there would be no chance of survival.

As far as we can see now, there are only twenty or thirty beautiful bodies moving in the camp. Most people only need to block one, and at most they will be attacked from the front and back and fall into danger. With the help of each other, they can barely cope with it.

There were already several lying down beside Kraft. He was the main force to induce the enemy to attack, relying on his excellent timing and sense of space to pass them by.

Anyone who passes by him will have a wound that destroys their running balance, causing them to fall out of balance, and the follower with the hammer will follow up and hit the connection between their torso and thighs.

Without the protection of thick fat and meat pads, an osteoporotic hip joint may not be able to be cut off, but it is really vulnerable to a strike weapon. Even if the hit is not accurate, the femoral neck segment next to it, which is a famous fracture risk area, will be broken.

An orthopedic nightmare.

The deliberately selected position for striking the sutra is much more efficient than the knee. Kupu usually only needs two hammers to complete the task, and he can also find time to add another hammer to the upper limbs to ensure that they do not crawl around.

At a cursory glance, Martin found that there were several familiar faces missing from the people standing, including a knight consecrated by the Duke. The threat of death greatly accelerated the ability to observe and adapt, and they knocked down several times as many attackers as casualties, while on the field

The enemy density doesn't seem to change much.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Even if Kraft and Martin knock down a few quickly and put out fires everywhere, the pressure will only be relieved for a short time, and they will soon fall into a suppressed state again.

They have reduced from their twenties and thirties to their early twenties now, and their number has been surpassed by the remains on the ground, and there are always new ones to replace them.

He kicked open a crawling host body, sheathed his sword and picked up the two-handed ax left by the fallen servant. Avoiding the head, he struck it on the shoulder blade and chopped a section of its spine into pieces. When Martin was about to chop it into pieces completely.

, was surprised to find that this thing did not continue to move.

He thought these things had to be burned to kill them completely, but it just stopped.

This discovery caused the attention to shift from looking up to the feet. Most of the bacterial host bodies with different injuries and completeness were already stationary, and only a small number were still trying to get close to the living.

And the common feature of this small part of the activity is...can you still crawl?

As long as he still retains the ability to move, the one with most of his torso damaged can still crawl. On the other hand, Kraft's only has a hip and a broken arm. Even if his appearance is 90% intact, he will still be dead.

"Professor, Professor Kraft!" Martin fended off the body that rushed out from behind the tent and moved closer to Kraft. He felt that he had realized something important. He could not be distracted by the underlying pattern behind this weird fueling tactic.

Summarize it.

These horrific-looking bodies are not the point.

"Look at those things on the ground, they don't look right!"

Martin believed that Kraft's thinking did not require much reminder, and he only needed to be reminded of the problems he discovered.

"Huh?" Kraft responded, dodging the attack and casually cutting off a structure that was probably a part of the original quadriceps muscle. He also stretched out his foot to trip it up and handed it over to Coop.

He just knocked down any guy who was still standing with a mushroom on his head. He didn't feel any pressure. Someone who fell to the ground would take over. It was only then that Martin reminded him to pay attention to his defeated generals.

The consciousness records what it sees, quickly compares and evaluates the body crawling or standing still in the dust and grass, and draws a very subjective conclusion.

It seemed that their life and death had nothing to do with their vital points and the degree of damage, but rather had a clear purpose of "selectivity"? Once again, he recalled the thoughts he had when he first came into contact with them.

[This is unreasonable for individuals]

An individual rarely spares his own life, and this is no exception among the deep creatures he has come into contact with. He will avoid harm or respond to it.

This is not reflected in their behavioral patterns.

After Kupu destroyed the hip and shoulder joints, the body no longer moved, as if it was controlled by some kind of consciousness, soul, etc. and gave up on its own initiative.

[This is not its body]

It's not a long-dead human, or a fungus, or a combination of the two, it's nothing. They still face some kind of invisible threat, the nature of which is unknown.

In the direction of the village, another body hosting a fungus came out of the forest. The team seemed to have achieved a lot of results, but in fact they made no progress, repeatedly killing consumables driven by unknown things, and there were still many such consumables.

Kraft can keep up with it, but others may not be able to, especially knights wearing full body armor, whose physical strength will be exhausted faster. After losing these backbones, it won't take long for the battle line to collapse.

However, its ability limitations are also obvious. There is an upper limit on the number of controlled bodies, and the behavioral logic seems to be very rigid?

"Coop, try breaking the legs next!" It's better to leave more crawling ones than to add new ones, and that's the only way to try now.

Craft turned over a host body heading towards Martin, pinned it to the ground with the sword he picked up, and watched as it twisted and twitched, unable to break free on its own, and did not suddenly stop.

The moving fungus reminded him that his first encounter with this phenomenon was not today, but in the Duke's lungs.

"Martin, where were the corpses of the infidels?"

"Most of them have been dealt with." Martin first wondered why Kraft mentioned things far away in Westminster during the battle for no reason, and then suddenly got stuck.

Without the helmet and visor, Kraft would have definitely been able to see the drastic change in his expression.

"But I kept a few of them, thinking they might be useful..."

"ah?!"

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