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Roland rubbed his eyes, what kind of thing is this? If the mutation of the evil beast is still within the scope of biology and can barely be understood, the monster in front of him is obviously as absurd as in a horror movie.

From a distance, it looked like a giant turtle with two heads, and when it got closer, it was actually two wolf heads.

Is this a Frankenstein test subject? Roland thought, the giant beast was about the height of the city wall, about six meters long, with a total of six legs, shaped like rhinoceros legs, short and thick. But the size of one foot alone is equivalent to the torso of an adult. And the head ...... The two wolf heads are not like the common two-headed monsters in movies, either they take turns to raise and roar, or they bite each other, showing the strength of no one to obey the other. They just hung low, their eyes blank, and they moved slowly like the walking dead.

Perhaps the most striking thing is the carapace behind the beast, with a dull gray-brown surface covered in algae, and it looks extraordinarily hard. It's the same as a turtle's shell, covering from head to tail, and if this monster can shrink into its shell like a turtle, it's really hard to kill.

However, Roland is not worried, an evil beast that moves so slowly is destined to be a target, even if the gun can't penetrate the carapace, it is always possible to burst the exposed wolf head. If it is retracted into the shell, then it will be blown up directly with explosives.

"Your Highness, this is a hybrid species," Iron Axe leaned over nervously, "I probably understand why there are different kinds of evil beasts operating in groups." They must have been driven by this hybrid. ”

Like a lion driving a flock?" Roland nodded, "It's a big difference from the last one you met." ”

"It's also the first time I've seen this type of hybrid, and although it looks clumsy, don't be careless, as long as it's a hybrid, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with. ”

"It's almost out of range," said Roland, "and try it with a bow and arrow." ”

Light snow in the sky and an unpredictable north wind are blowing, making it not a good time for archery. But the two hunters who had been picked out by the Iron Axe looked confident.

They climbed the watchtower, discerned the direction of the downwind, and threw arrows into the air.

The two arrows rose to their highest point and landed at an almost vertical angle on the carapace of their target under the influence of wind and gravity.

Just as expected, the arrow was directly bounced away, and Roland even sounded the bouncing sound in his head.

The two of them were not in a hurry, and continued to pull the strings with arrows, and soon shot two waves in succession.

The final salvo had an effect, landing in front of the monster, with one arrow landing precisely on the wolf's head and the other into the target's neck.

However, instead of yelling angrily or speeding up the sprint, it just paused for a moment, then retracted its head and feet into its shell and continued to advance slowly.

This change left everyone stunned.

The beast looked like a tank with its ground lowered, the underside of its carapace almost touching the ground, so that even the best marksman would not be able to shoot an arrow into its body.

"Get on the musket," Roland ordered.

Now that the target is only fifty feet away from the city wall, even if it is an unrifled flintlock pistol, there is no need to worry about missing a shot.

Carter, Iron Axe and others immediately approached the retaining wall, put the barrel horizontally on the wall, aim, and shoot.

A puff of white smoke drifted by, and Roland could clearly see the debris of the bullet on the carapace, and a small piece of the shell cracked. The hybrid species is not affected in the slightest and still maintains its original speed.

It seems that the strength of this layer of armor still belongs to the category of carbon-based creatures, he thought, but unfortunately the texture of the lead pellet is too soft, and it is easy to deform itself, so it is really not suitable for penetrating thick armor. It may not be realistic to rely on these four guns alone to break the carapace of the mixed species, so the only way to do this is to pack explosives.

Iron Axe's judgment was in line with that of the prince, and he immediately ordered the spear team to carry the explosives, and by this time the evil beast had already pressed against the wall. Feeling that it could no longer take a step forward, its carapace shook rapidly, repeatedly hitting the wall at an extremely high frequency like an electric hammer, and suddenly stone chips flew and several cracks spread rapidly along the cement bond.

Rubble walls are highly resistant to compression, but their tensile and shear resistance is extremely poor, i.e., their resistance to vibrations is almost zero. The people standing on the wall felt a strong tremor, and soon a piercing grinding sound reached everyone's ears, and the hybrid carapace had cut through the wall.

The impact did not stop, and it began to move again, embedding the entire front end of its body into the city walls.

The militiamen fled the cracked section of the wall, and Roland was picked up by the invisible nightingale and jumped straight off the wall—if anyone were to keep an eye on the prince at this time, they would find that he landed with his feet dangling like a ghost.

When Vanna arrived cautiously carrying a bag of explosives, he was surprised to find that the middle of the wall had been knocked open by nearly nine feet wide, and the beast that had crossed the wall stopped shaking and continued to move slowly at its previous speed.

"Hurry up!" shouted the Iron Axe, "light it and put it at the feet of this beast!"

Although his hands trembled, Fanner's mind was unexpectedly clear, and every detail of operating the explosives bag during the training came to mind. Unlike the test product, the official product has a reduced charge and is encapsulated by wooden boards, and the powder bag and the wooden board are filled with waste ore debris. At the same time, the ignition design is optimized, and the drawing ignition of flint and copper wire is adopted. If it fails, there is still a lead for normal ignition at the end of the packet. He hurriedly tore open the oil-soaked fabric wrapped in the outermost part, buckled the exposed copper wire elbow, and with all his strength, he pulled violently, and there was a rapid sizzling sound from the wooden box, followed by smoke rising from it, which was a sign of a successful ignition.

This salt-soaked lead burns slowly and takes about ten breaths. Vanna saw puffs of white smoke coming out of the box, and the world around him seemed to fall silent. He had seen the power of this thing, and if it exploded in his hand, he was afraid that he would not even have a corpse left.

Nine breaths.

Listening to the sound of his bumping heartbeat, Vanna counted down the countdown, and walked up to the beast and placed the explosives bag in its path.

Five breaths.

And then it just pressed up, and nothing could stop it from moving forward.

Three breaths.

Vanna turned and ran.

Two breaths.

A breath -

A muffled sound was heard, and Vanna felt a thump under his feet, and the world became noisy again.

He turned his head and saw a white wave of air rushing out from under the carapace—the snow that had been kicked up by the explosion of the explosives, which at first glance looked like a cloud of scattered fog. The beast finally stopped, as if it could no longer bear the weight it carried, and its massive armor fell to the ground. Then black blood gushed out from under the carapace, soaking the ground around it.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Vanna sat on the ground with his ass on his butt, and only then did he realize that his cold sweat had soaked through his clothes.

It's finally over.

While everyone was thinking so, the high-pitched hum of the horn resounded across the border again.

Another wave of demonic beasts emerged from the horizon and swooped down on the border town.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]