Chapter 189: Repel

Those who can still be hunters at this age have some skills.

His skill is spearmanship.

Since the popularity of muskets in rural hunting, there are not many people willing to practice spear hunting. Those who still practice spears in this era are all elite hunters and industry elites who pursue perfect hunting.

Most wild animals have stronger vitality than humans. As long as they are not hit by muskets, they may still escape from the hunter's palm after being shot. And almost no one has heard of animals that can escape with spears stuck in their bodies.

A skilled spearman can even stop a running wild boar with one stab, or pierce the eye socket of a leopard without damaging its fur.

Goatbeard is such a good spearman.

Clayton glanced at him and realized this fact without saying much - Goatbeard's skilled posture and confident expression will not lie, that is the demeanor that can only be achieved after many victories.

Although the leatherworker was once a human, his posture has become similar to that of a wild beast, and the hunter's past experience is naturally useful.

"You go up too." Goatbeard ordered.

The lieutenant moved aside and walked around the railing of the stairs, his eyes and the tip of his sword always pointed at the leatherworker.

"Be careful that it breaks through the main gate." He whispered to the old hunter.

The gunmen on the stairs and the gunmen in front of the main gate on the first floor were reloading, and the gunmen coming from the backyard still had a chance to fire. Clayton didn't know how the leatherworker's intelligence compared to humans, but if he was put in this position, he would only break through the main gate.

To return to the backyard, you have to pass through a narrow corridor, and the leatherworker's body has almost no space to dodge in it. The gunmen in the backyard will not miss this opportunity.

There are the least people at the main gate, and the leatherworker can get out without killing those three people.

Once outside, it can climb to the high roof, and the old-fashioned muskets used by these gunmen will no longer pose a threat to it.

Goatbeard nodded slightly, then stepped to the right, ready to block the main entrance.

The two men moved to the right at the same time, but their speed and position gradually changed. Clayton needed to retreat at the end of the railing, while the old hunter needed to walk to the right front. When the goat beard moved to the front of him, Clayton finally put down his sword, turned around and quickened his pace to go upstairs, leaving the battle to the locals.

However, when his figure passed behind the goat beard, the leatherworker who was still twisting and struggling suddenly stopped struggling.

Under the strange palm, a trace of mechanical coldness flashed in the pure black eyeballs between the fingers.

It protected its face with one hand, and its body like a snake and a gecko lay down again, its legs with reverse joints tightly pressed against the ground, and the sharp five fingers of its right hand pressed the ground, starting so fast that the patrolmen almost completely lost it in their sight.

Almost in an instant, it pounced in front of the goat beard.

But the old hunter reacted faster than his apprentices. After realizing the monster's movement, the short spear in his hand also stabbed forward in anticipation.

The short spear held by the goat beard is a standard boar spear. There are horizontal lugs on both sides of the spear head to prevent the spear from piercing too deeply into the prey and making it difficult to pull it out. Therefore, the user can more easily pull out the spear for multiple piercing attacks.

However, this convenient design prevents the old hunter from causing deeper damage to the ferocious prey in front of him.

The sharp metal spear head completely pierced the white tough flesh, but this alienated monster did not take the wound and the person who made the wound into consideration at all. It did not even try to dodge, but just insisted on moving forward in the surprised eyes of the goat beard, allowing the spear blade to cut through its body.

It ignored the entire row of patrol members next to it, and its cone-like fingers reached straight behind Clayton, who had not yet realized that he was the target.

This scene completely fell into Donna Bello's eyes.

She no longer cared about hiding, and suddenly raised her hand to point at the leatherworker. A spell was chanted by her in a hurry and sharp voice, and more than a dozen syllables were almost condensed into two sounds.

Invisible power erupted behind the leatherworker, dragging it backwards.

Although this power did not last long, it also gave Clayton a chance to react.

The space on the stairs was not suitable for dodging, and he would not allow the battle line to be so close to Donna. So he turned around and took a step down the stairs, and at the same time, he slashed vertically with his long sword.

This sword not only used the strength of his whole body, but also had the weight bonus from top to bottom. Even if his strength declined to the level of a mortal, it was enough to hurt the opponent. The blade hit the leatherworker's head, from its forehead to its chin, and the vertical scar was connected to the narrow wound from the side made by the old hunter's boar spear.

At the intersection of the vertical scratches, the sticky skin with white blood and bullet holes lifted a corner, revealing the flesh-colored skin underneath that was no different from that of ordinary people.

"Damn it, it's covered with a layer of skin!" Goatbeard shouted.

It was not until now that people discovered the truth.

The leatherworker's body was covered with a layer of special tanned leather, which seemed to be blessed by some evil power. This layer of protection blocked the holy water, the spear and sword attacks of Goatbeard and Clayton, and even the bullets of the musket were reduced by it.

The patrol members saw this scene and their reloading movements were slightly slow.

"Keep loading!"

The old hunter shouted and raised his short spear, struggling to stab the monster's shoulder blade.

Even if the spear head is relatively short, as long as it gets stuck in the joint, it can still disable the mobility of its right hand.

Clayton had never communicated with him before about how to cooperate in close combat, but now he jumped out again with a tacit understanding, forcing the long sword towards the leatherworker's eyes.

The monster subconsciously raised its right hand, and the joint gap at the shoulder and back was stretched to the maximum. Goatee's wild boar spear penetrated directly, jamming its right hand in a state where it could only extend forward and was unable to exert force.

"Cut it off!" Goatee shouted, but before he finished shouting, Clayton had already cut off the long handle of the boar spear with a predicting sword move.

The Leatherworker's upper body fell down, and it kicked off its two hind legs, but it was still unable to maintain its balance.

It still has some strength left in its left hand, but it is impossible to pull out the metal spear tip that affects its movement. No matter how hard it tries to reach back, it can't reach the short one in its right shoulder. Even so, the structure of the spear tip cannot break out of the wound by hitting a foreign object.

Unless someone helps, it will never be able to take back its right hand in this life.

The excellent cooperation gave Clayton some confidence. He raised his sword again and aimed at the leatherworker's neck and slashed at it.

The long sword cut into the pale white leather and pushed it aside without any resistance, instead of cutting into it, only for the flesh and blood inside to disappear.

The leatherworker used this "armor" to attract Clayton's attention, and he escaped from behind the leather bag and retreated to the original center of the hall. Only then did people see its true face.

Its skin finally gained a bit more color, but it looked even weirder because of it. The wound in the middle of its face was bleeding outwards. The spiderweb-like purple-red blood streaks made it difficult to see its features. There was no hair at all on the top of its head. Before The hair on that shell was probably attached to the scalp of a certain victim.

However, despite being injured like this, it never paid attention to the goatee that hurt it, but kept staring at Clayton, which had to make the old hunter suspicious.

"Do you recognize it?"

The antique dealer shook his head decisively: "I have never seen it look like this."

"Maybe it looks different than when it was a human."

"Of course I won't recognize it."

Goatee stopped asking, and he also realized that his question was a bit ridiculous, not to mention that this stranger had been in Gevo for less than half a month, and the "beast" had been wreaking havoc for much longer than that.

As if realizing that the goal was impossible to achieve, the leatherworker no longer lingered here. It limped around and rushed towards the main entrance.

The three patrols guarding the main entrance have now reloaded their shotguns.

Without the protection of its "skin", its body was crumbling under the baptism of bullets, but it still managed to throw itself at the door.

The door opened just in time, and it fell in front of a man in black robe.

Padre Louis arrived at the inn at this moment.

As soon as he opened the door, he looked at the leatherworker.

Everyone saw his expression change from the initial urgency when he opened the door to almost shameful fear, and he even took two steps back to give some space.

After a brief confrontation, the leatherworker knocked him to the ground mercilessly and rushed out.

The patrol members already had several shotguns that could be fired again, but they did not fire again for fear of accidentally injuring the priest. They rushed to the door and looked around, wanting to continue chasing the leatherworker, but it was too late. The monster It had disappeared into the night where the flames and smoke were rising.

"What a pity, we are only one step away from killing that beast."

Goatee sighed and put away his short spear, walked out of the door and helped Padre Lewis up.

".Feel sorry."

Padre Louis said in a low voice that no one could blame him.

When they first saw this monster, they all fell into doubts about the authenticity of the world. Even if Priest Louis was a priest and pointed out the type of monster, he might not be able to maintain his mentality after actually seeing it.

But this doesn't hinder anything. It's only a matter of time before they can successfully hunt the monster.

The old hunter patted his shoulder, hinting with pride: "It's nothing, it was seriously injured. I sent the spear coated with holy water into its back, and the metal tip piece was stuck in it. "

The wound will only get worse day by day if not treated, and time is on the hunter's side.

Seeing the hunter entangle the priest, Clayton decided to keep a low profile.

He turned around and saw Donna holding on to the railing and trying to get down again, so he quickly drove her back. This little witch had just cast a spell in front of everyone. Although everything happened so fast and her spell was almost compressed into a scream, no one might realize what happened, but Goatee's reaction level might notice something unusual.

But there are some things that he can't stay away from.