"Is there anyone alive?" Abshek shouted in the camp of the Ganges, covering his abdomen. In the previous battle, countless monsters rushing out of the darkness instantly made all the attempts to maintain stability in the camp fail, and Galamchangde and him were surrounded by seven or eight monsters.

The Ganges lion is worthy of being a high-priced and customized brave man. At the last moment, he raised Abshek over his head without hesitation, threw it out, and then got entangled with the monsters.

Abhishek didn't even have time to think, but he was mixed with another group of Golden Order soldiers who were trapped in a hard battle and began the breakthrough. Living people continued to join, but more people died in battle.

At this moment, both the scattered war hounds and the organized large mercenary group have become brothers who depend on life and death, because they are all human beings, and the enemies they face are so dangerous and so weird.

Abshek felt something squirming in his wound. This feeling not only made him feel more painful, but also made him feel restless.

In the previous battle, many comrades who were still fighting bloody suddenly went crazy and pointed their weapons at their colleagues around them. Several wounded people mutated after being injured after taking a few steps. The disgusting tentacles or limbs that did not belong to him spread along the wound. The scene was enough to wake Abshek up from his nightmare fifty years later.

In such a fierce battle, Abshek, who had no combat talent, was soon penetrated by a monster's tentacle after lacking the protection of Ganges players, and his previous comrades decisively abandoned him.

The last picture in his memory was the approaching hilt of the sword, and the cold saying: "Sorry, we decided not to bring you."

When Abshek woke up again, he was at the edge of the camp. The once extremely lively mercenary camp was completely quiet at this time, as if all the enemies and survivors had left here.

But Abhishek knew that this was not the case. He could vaguely hear some trivial sounds, just as someone was gasping in his ear, constantly telling something.

Wherever visible to the naked eye, there are corpses everywhere, including humans and non-humans. It is not easy to mess with the mercenaries when they fight to the death. These chaotic demons who attacked the camp caught the mercenaries off guard in the early stage, but the mercenaries who reacted also brought certain casualties to the enemy.

However, Chaos itself doesn't care about such casualties at all.

"Is there anyone? Are there any living people?" Abhishek roared hard. Although he knew that he was more likely to attract those monsters, he still didn't want to give up the hope of living. He could not hold on to it alone.

The foreign body feeling in the abdominal wound became even more obvious. Abshek blocked the wound with a ball of rag. He didn't even dare to look at the exact location of the wound. The wound was on the lower side of the ribs, which should have been the location of the liver, but it was strangely not bleeding.

Abshek shouted in panic, trying to find a guy who could help him. He didn't want to face such a terrible result alone, even if it was a Cyris or an Amazon?

At least they can give him a happy result!

Abshek pressed the wound on his abdomen hard, as if something was trying to rush out of the wound in his body, but Abshek stubbornly covered the wound and prevented it from coming out, as if it would no longer exist.

"Is anyone? Can anyone help me!" Abhishek wailed loudly, not as confident as a person who was seriously injured and dying.

A monster with almost no human form dragged his "tail" out of the camp, as if attracted by Abshek's shouts.

Abshek could vaguely tell from the armor that the other party was a soldier of the golden group, but his swollen body grew along the gaps in the armor and turned into a terrible sarcoma. One of his arms was three or four meters long like a python, and was thrown behind him. The end of his arm had another face, and the mouth of this face was biting a half-eating corpse.

The mutated Golden Order soldiers had prominent bone spurs on the shoulders, and they all stared at Abshek with their eyes open to them.

Abshek felt that he was about to suffocate. He seemed to have suddenly crossed from a fantasy game to a horror game. To be fair, Abshek actually wanted to reject this feeling. After all, in reality, he was already a rich man who was entering a mid-life crisis. Why did he suffer such a crime?

He felt that his reason was like a spring stretched to the extreme, and it might break in the next second, but the monster opposite seemed to lose interest completely when he just glanced at him, and turned around and dragged his "tail" to the other direction.

There, there were several bodies that looked intact waiting for him.

Da, da, da, da, da!

The sound of horse hooves suddenly appeared behind Abshek. The series of sounds of horse hooves proved that the visitors were not one or two, but a large number of cavalrymen!

It's the second son group!

Abshek immediately realized that it was the reinforcements he had been looking forward to! The knights of the second son regiment!

"Here! I'm here!" Abshek turned suddenly and waved his arms in the direction the knights came: "I..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" But he was greeted by a series of gunfires. The special cavalry muskets of the second son regiment fired a not-so-neat volley during the Knights' charge, bringing Abshek and the mutated Golden Order soldier behind him to the ground.

"Why!" Abhishek, who had three holes on his body, stubbornly got up and questioned the knights who should have rescued him.

"Monster, die!" Griffith waved his gorgeous sabre and whistled by Abshek's side, with a sword beheading!

Abhishek looked at a red red head that seemed to be a baby's head falling on the ground behind him. He tried hard to turn around and saw a body that was only the size of a human child as big as a person's four or five years old growing up behind him.

He did block the wound on his abdomen, but it was a penetrating injury. The mutated tissue in his body spread out from behind. The gasp he heard before was from the mutated tissue behind him!

"Sorry, the only thing I can give you is eternal sleep!" Griffith returned from horseback and watched the poor man hold his musket and give his last kindness.
Chapter completed!