I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 54: The Hedgehog's Thorns

After the strange tree grew up, the weird aura it exuded tugged at everyone's nerves, and even the divine defense line was impacted to a certain extent.

The most fatal thing was Wyatt's side. The aura emitted by the meat tree was particularly targeted at Wyatt, and the divine defense line responsible for protecting Wyatt was broken in an instant.

And those soldiers who were doing their duty were also polluted.

The pollution from "evolution" caused them to undergo varying degrees of mutations, and the direction of the mutations was very consistent; all of them were developing in the direction of becoming polluted organisms.

If it is a normal leak of evil, then there will be two directions of mutation: polluted creatures and fallen beings. Depending on the severity of the situation, there is also the risk of degenerating into evil creatures.

All in all, except for special pollution, the probability of mutations developing in one direction is very low.

After Dorothy was thrown off the horse by Wyatt, she quickly adjusted her posture in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

When she looked up in Wyatt's direction, she found that Wyatt had fallen off his horse like a puppet with its strings cut.

The horse he was riding was contaminated, with bodily fluids oozing from its mouth and nose, and blood vessels and pus-filled skin, just like the soldiers.

Dorothy was originally worried that the contaminated horse would harm Wyatt, and she was about to get up to save Wyatt, but something strange happened.

Branches grew wildly on Wyatt's body, just like the polluted mother tree sown by the pagans. It grew to a certain size in the blink of an eye.

The polluted horse wanted to bite Wyatt's head to pieces, but he didn't expect that the branches growing from Wyatt's body would find him.

The scene was like several pythons eyeing the same prey. The branches bound the polluted horse tightly, and the forked twigs pierced into its body, further strengthening the bondage.

Finally, the contaminated horse was completely swallowed by the branches, leaving only its four hooves sticking out.

However, the four horse hooves fell to the ground one after another, as if they were melted by something.

As for the tree that swallowed it, it was a little taller.

Dorothy felt a little chest tightness and shortness of breath. She looked around and saw the scene was extremely chaotic.

Because a gap was created in the divine defense line, pollution was pouring in through this gap. The priests were determined to fill the gap regardless of life and death.

But this effort was of little use, and many priests were even corrupted as a result.

They tried their best to maintain the last bit of sanity, which resulted in ugly behaviors and wailings intertwined with each other.

Some soldiers who were severely contaminated had completely turned into contaminated creatures at this moment, and they uncontrollably opened their fire-pot-like mouths towards their colleagues.

The chaos in the Wasteland Territory caused the threshold for recruiting soldiers to be lowered exceptionally low, and many of the soldiers in Winterhold Fortress joined the army with their families.

On the surface, they are comrades-in-arms, but in private they may be father and son, uncle and nephew, or brothers.

Even though they have been through many battles, their hearts are made of flesh and blood, and they will inevitably be moved when their loved ones die in front of them.

The most important thing is that this time, it was not injury or sword that took away their loved ones, but evil spirits.

This is the most painful and undignified way to die.

At the same time, it is also the most painful for the living.

No matter how strong your will is, there will always be a moment when it collapses.

It is useless to constantly kill your loved ones and comrades, even if you keep telling yourself in your heart that they are already dead.

What's more, pollution is everywhere now, and if their spirits are slightly shaken, they will be taken advantage of.

Dorothy found her hands shaking, and at that moment she realized that she was not as strong as she thought.

Because she was once the failed embryo that the pagans had the most trouble with, she felt that she was stronger than others.

Because she was once the support of failed embryos, she felt that she was more capable than others.

Because she had once killed a pagan who had abused a failed embryo, she felt that she was not afraid of heresy.

But this battle is hitting her barriers again and again.

Seeing Wyatt and Adela wipe out all the cannon fodder in one fell swoop, she realized what a ridiculous decision it was to unite the failed embryos together.

The Incarnation Society has plenty of ways to clean them out.

Those mutilated bodies of cannon fodder, their figures like candles in the wind, and their eyes that had lost their light.

Dorothy would hallucinate whenever she saw them, and could not help but imagine them as the little followers she had in the past and the group of little followers she has now. They had the same experience, the same age, but different perceptions and different destinies.

The familiar wasteland territory seemed so heavy and difficult to move at this moment.

The little hedgehog's proud spikes are slowly softening.

Wailing, crashing, tinnitus, these are the raw materials of the chaotic sounds on the front line, but these sounds are not eternal.

Behind him, in the Winterhold Fortress, a white meteor was rising.

If you look closely, you will find that this is a signal exclusive to Winterhold Fortress.

retreat.

Duke Raymond issued an order for all soldiers on the front line to retreat.

After receiving the order, the soldiers no longer bothered to maintain the front line, but turned around and retreated towards the Winter Fortress.

At this moment, they felt relieved.

Ryan, the guard sent by Duke Raymond to protect Wyatt, was blown away by the aftermath of the pollution outbreak and thus escaped.

He felt very ashamed for failing to complete the task assigned by Duke Raymond. He had planned to risk his life to avenge Wyatt, but since Duke Raymond had already issued an order to retreat, he naturally could not disobey.

But at least, let Wyatt's people live.

Ryan jumped on his horse, quickly came to Dorothy and held out his hand to her.

"Miss Dorothy, please retreat!"

"..."

"Miss Dorothy."

"newcomer……"

"Tsk! Sorry!"

Ryan grabbed Dorothy's arm and pulled her up, then spurred his horse back.

Dorothy felt extremely depressed as she watched the flesh tree moving away from her.

She felt something was fading away.

It seems to be a mark.

Does the mark still exist?

Does that mean he's not dead yet?

At least, I have to confirm with my own eyes whether he is dead or not!

Ryan felt that the girl on his shoulders seemed to move, and it turned out to be true. She easily broke free from Ryan and almost made him fall off the horse.

But Dorothy fell.

After landing, Dorothy steadied herself. She raised her head and looked at the meat tree with a firm look in her eyes.

Dorothy pushed forward with her feet and created a half-meter-high snow wall. Her running speed at this moment was far faster than that of the horse.

Ryan couldn't catch up even if he wanted to.

It wasn't long before Dorothy approached the Meat Tree.

She bypassed the meat tree and stood in front of a group of polluted creatures.

The pollution swept through everything she had, but she did not retreat at this moment. The faint yet strong mark told her that Wyatt was not dead.

Dorothy clenched her fists. She felt invincible.

The hedgehog's spines are always sharp.

(End of this chapter)