LRAB Chapter 17 The monster will die if it is killed.
Chapter 17 The monster will die if it is killed.
Looking at the faceless, stitched-up corpses crowding in front of him like a wall, rushing towards him one after another, Luo Lan felt a headache coming on.
These faceless creatures clearly don't fall for the [Terror Lv.3] hard control that works through eye contact.
A faceless, stitched-up corpse charged ahead, sending pebbles flying as it stepped on them, and within a few steps it was just a few meters away.
Luo Lan raised one of her forelegs, the muscles beneath the arthropod suddenly tensed, and the [Rust Steel Spider Spear] shot out with a whooshing sound.
The sharp spearhead pierced through the stitched-up corpse's ashen chest, and purplish-red blood gushed from the wound, flowing down the spear shaft.
With a gaping hole in its chest cavity, a penetrating wound powerful enough to kill any normal human instantly, the faceless, stitched-up corpse didn't even flinch.
Instead of gripping the spear, the hands covered in bone spurs gripped the spear shaft and moved forward along the spider spear that pierced through the chest, the flesh scraping against the metal with a hissing sound like air leaking out.
With a ferocious movement that seemed oblivious to pain, the stitched-up corpse rushed to Luo Lan's feet in just a few steps, its bony hands clenched into hammers, and swung them toward Luo Lan's one-eyed head.
If that hit lands squarely, Luo Lan's large, scarlet eye would probably be smashed into pulp.
Luo Lan quickly pulled the spider spear from the rotting flesh inside its body, and purplish-red blood gushed out like a broken water pipe. With all eight limbs exerting force at the same time, Luo Lan shrank back, barely avoiding the heavy punch.
The faceless, stitched-up corpse's fist missed its target, slamming into the ground. The stone slab shattered, sending shards of stone flying, leaving a deep crater the size of a washbasin.
Luo Lan steadied herself and watched as the faceless, stitched-up corpse, still bleeding from its chest, regained its footing.
More purplish-red blood gushed from its body, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound, forming a small pool of pus and blood at its feet. Yet, it continued its attack on Luo Lan as if nothing had happened.
[Hiss... This is a bit tricky.]
One faceless stitched-together corpse that has entered a berserk state is already this crazy, and there are more than a dozen reserve soldiers frantically pushing forward in the depths of the corridor. What would happen if they all pounced on us at once?
Luo Lan dared not linger in the fight and immediately retreated while fighting.
The eight arthropods scraped the ground, sending pebbles flying, before turning and running deeper into the narrower corridor.
But those faceless, stitched-together corpses were not slow at all. They pushed their own bodies forward, their frantic footsteps echoing through the corridor, shaking the dust off the walls of the underground palace.
Thanks to the [Grab and Attach Hair] ability, Luo Lan's retreat was unpredictable and treacherous.
Sometimes they would crawl horizontally along the ceiling, and other times they would walk diagonally along the stone wall. Their routes, from the ground to the wall and then to the ceiling, were so bizarre that the stitched-together corpses couldn't figure them out.
The faceless, stitched-up corpses' bone hammer punches kept missing their mark, hitting the stone slabs and walls, creating craters one after another.
After several minutes of intense maneuvering, Luo Lan finally managed to squeeze himself back into the corridor where he had initially broken through the gate, thanks to his high mobility.
There was an iron gate at the end of this corridor. To accommodate the width of the iron gate, it was narrower than a normal passage. The stone walls on both sides were squeezed very close together, and only two or three faceless stitched corpses could squeeze in at a time.
Taking advantage of the narrow alley's easily defensible terrain, Luo Lan's defensive pressure was greatly reduced.
With fragments of the rusty iron gate right in front of him, Luo Lan turned around and started fighting in the alley.
The eight arthropods moved nimbly through the narrow corridor, dodging the attacks of the stitched-together corpses. Occasionally, when they couldn't dodge, they used the defense of their dark gold shells to withstand a few grazed blows.
It raised its two front legs, which were made of rusty steel spider spears, and swung them around the alley with surprisingly good results.
Seizing the opportunity, Luo Lan slashed horizontally with one of her front legs. The [Rusty Steel Spider Lance] sliced through the neck of a stitched corpse, cleanly severing the grayish-white skin and the black stitches underneath. The faceless head rolled down the shoulder, bounced twice on the ground.
But the headless, stitched-together corpse paid no heed, swinging its arms as usual, its bone fists slamming into the [Rusty Steel Spider Spear].
"clang!"
The immense force sent a shiver down Luo Lan's entire left limb. The [Rusty Steel Spider Spear], which had already been corroded with several small pits by the acid, cracked open with an extremely fine fissure after being struck.
[Seriously? He's still alive?]
Luo Lan was stunned. Such incredible vitality—even with his brain sliced flat, he could still fight.
[How was the previously discovered decomposed, stitched-up corpse killed?]
While fending off the frenzied attacks of the horde of corpses, Luo Lan dodged backward, trying his best to recall the rotting, stitched-up corpses he had seen before.
The corpses were all split diagonally in half, with clean and neat cuts, and the entire torso was ripped open from the middle.
[So the weakness isn't in the head, but inside the body?]
The scarlet eye suddenly changed color, a dim yellow spread across its pupil, and [Thermal Vision] activated in the blink of an eye.
Previously, when Luo Lan was still using the body of a young armored spider, he had vaguely observed the heat source reactions of different types of stitched corpses.
At this moment, amidst the blinding heat feedback, Luo Lan could see clearly the faceless, stitched-up corpses at the forefront.
In its berserk state, the faceless stitched corpse's body temperature was significantly higher than when it was on patrol. Inside each body, there was a dazzling reddish-purple mass of heat.
The positions of these constantly bouncing clumps are completely random.
The heat source of the decapitated, stitched-up corpse was in its right chest cavity, while the heat source of the guy next to it, whose chest was pierced by Luo Lan, was tucked away in his abdomen below his navel.
[Is this the weakness?]
To verify his hypothesis, Luo Lan used two arthropods to attach to the legs and pierce the arms of the faceless, stitched-up corpse whose head had just been cut off.
The spear tip pierced through the grayish-white muscles, pinning the two thick arms to the wall behind him, temporarily immobilizing and controlling the flailing stitched corpse.
Immediately afterwards, aiming at the red light pulsating on the far left of his chest cavity in the [thermal vision], he adjusted the angle slightly and swiftly thrust a sharp spider spear, already cracked, into it.
impartial.
The rusty spider spear pierced through the grayish-white skin, piercing the pulsating heat source to its core.
The moment the spear tip pierced the body, a hissing sound like a broken bellows escaping from the wound, and even darker purplish-red blood gushed out.
The headless, stitched-up corpse, which had been struggling frantically just a second ago, convulsed violently a few times. All its frenzied movements suddenly stopped, and its thick, bony hands fell limply to its sides.
[it works!!]
Luo Lan's spirits lifted. She pulled out the spider spear, and the stitched corpse immediately slumped against the wall like mud, sprawling into a pool of purplish-red blood.
Despite a great deal of effort, they only managed to kill one faceless stitched corpse, and its vacancy was immediately filled by its own kind that squeezed in from behind the narrow corridor.
The newly arrived faceless, stitched-up corpse was even more ferocious, stepping directly on the severed limbs and rotten flesh of its companions, and forcefully and rudely squeezed in front of Luo Lan.
There were even more stitched-up corpses, more than a dozen, still blocking the back of the narrow corridor, eyeing Luo Lan menacingly.
But at least now Luo Lan knows how to deal with them.
If the monster is killed, it will die.
No matter how difficult the opponent, Luo Lan firmly believes that as long as it shows signs of weakness, it can always be defeated.