Unfortunately, I was born in the wrong era. In this era, not only berserkers, but all the old-time professions have become legends.
And their enemies were not those who could think and have reason, but a group of dead Blood Corpse.
Despite Gray's highly skilled combat techniques, and the fact that no Blood Corpse could last even ten seconds against him, Gray inevitably fell into a disadvantageous position as time went on.
The reason was simple: there were just too many Blood Corpse. Gray felt that this battle was even more exhausting than the battle against that stupid silver-armored knight.
While I was no match for that guy in terms of raw strength, at least I didn't have to worry about being attacked from behind.
Moreover, the powerful crossbow left by his master can also provide assistance at crucial moments.
But things are different now. The crossbow only has one heavy arrow, so even if it can kill a group of Blood Corpse, it's meaningless. And how many Blood Corpse have I already killed?
Thirty? Forty?
The number of monsters swarming up from below had not decreased at all, and most importantly, the monster leader had not yet made a move.
What is it waiting for?
Gray had a hunch that it was waiting for him to show signs of fatigue.
Although he didn't believe that Blood Corpse possessed any kind of reason, many beasts also had similar observational abilities, and it was long ago that people had concluded that after the world went out of control, nothing was impossible.
Unfortunately, Gray was indeed starting to get tired.
His punches began to slow down, and his opponent's meatball-making process was no longer as meticulous as before.
The Blood Corpse leader below noticed his exhaustion, opened his four-lobed mouth and roared as he began to charge forward.
Its strength was clearly greater than that of ordinary Blood Corpse; it stepped on the shoulders of those ordinary monsters and leaped directly to the top of the fortress.
Gray dared not slack off in the slightest, squeezing out the last bit of strength in his body to successfully give himself a second spring.
The Blood Corpse Leader's claws swung rapidly, and Gray instinctively tried to block with his gauntlets, only to find several clear claw marks left on his brass gauntlets.
The metal shavings even stuck between the fingers of the Blood Corpse in front of them.
Gray's bearded face turned deathly pale, while the Blood Corpse's face, torn into four pieces, revealed a ferocious look.
The two clashed again, but Gray's metal gauntlets were too powerful and heavy to keep up with the Blood Corpse's swift and sharp claws.
Many times, he even had to use the gauntlet as the core of his body, moving his body around it to barely dodge some of the opponent's attacks.
But this battle only slowed his defeat. The Blood Corpse's fierce attacks were tearing through Gray's proud defenses. Even Xilǐ'er's arm armor, which had failed to break through, was already showing signs of damage under the Blood Corpse's relentless clawing.
Desperate, Gray began selectively abandoning his defenses, determined to seize a weakness in the Blood Corpse Leader and deliver a fatal blow!
After being relentlessly attacked three or four times, Gray finally saw the exposed ribs and waist of his opponent, and aimed at this weak point to unleash a clockwork-powerful punch that was enough to blow the Blood Corpse's head off.
However, the expected impact and the enemy being knocked away did not occur. Gray looked at his right arm in surprise and was shocked to find that the outer shell of the arm armor had been torn open with a long gash.
The severed finger of the Blood Corpse Leader, adorned with black claws, became wedged between the clockwork mechanism, firmly locking two transmission gears.
"Brute!"
Gray cursed and dodged backward, barely avoiding the Blood Corpse leader's attack on his torso, but was still grabbed by the leg.
This is no small matter, because Gray's lower body has not been modified yet, so his legs are genuine original parts.
However, he had no time to check his injuries, as the surrounding Blood Corpse had already swarmed around him.
A flash of anger appeared on Gray's face—if he can't beat your boss, can't he beat you guys?
With a powerful punch, another handmade meatball appeared on the terrace.
Gray had never felt three minutes stretch out so long. More and more Blood Corpse climbed onto the terrace, and led by their leader, they forced him to the side closer to the river.
Gray's hand-beaten meatballs couldn't keep up with the supply of ingredients, forcing him to retreat further and further until he was cornered.
As the snarling, four-part-split "mouths" surged towards him, Gray was somewhat puzzled.
If they kill me, will I be devoured or become one of them?
If I also become Blood Corpse, will the mechanical heart Nora designed still function? Will the brass gauntlets left by my master still be usable?
If I could, wouldn't I be able to become a guy like the Blood Corpse Leader? Then we'd all be colleagues, so why are we fighting now...?
Strange thoughts flashed through his mind, and Gray, having reached a dead end, was prepared to fight to the death.
At that very moment, the miniature wind-up box on his left arm armor suddenly opened, and the familiar brass bird jumped out, hopping and preparing to chime the time.
Before he could utter that familiar "Cuckoo~ Cuckoo~", the Blood Corpse Leader saw something flying towards him.
It and its minions instinctively dodged the projectiles that were flung at them, only to discover that they were actually Gray's two arm armors.
A heavy brass weapon crashed onto the terrace, while the birds above continued to hop and call out "cuckoo~ cuckoo~".
The Blood Corpse Leader paused for a moment, then looked in Gray's direction, only to find that Gray had already taken the brass key from his chest and then leaped off the edge of the terrace.
The Blood Corpse Leader strode forward and saw a long, heavy arrow, gleaming coldly in the moonlight, flying towards the dense forest on the opposite bank of the river, with a very thin metal rope tied to the end of the arrow.
A heavy metal arrow with barbs struck a thick tree, instantly tightening the metal wire.
As he fell, Gray accurately looped the taut metal rope into the notch of the brass key handle.
The enormous brass key instantly transformed into a zipline handle, suspending Gray below as they accelerated towards the opposite bank. The bearded human, who had narrowly escaped death, revealed a triumphant smile at that moment.
He held the keys in his right hand, awkwardly placed his left hand on his chest in a gesture of respect, and shouted loudly with a smile, regardless of whether the other person understood him or not:
Sorry, I don't have any plans to work with you at the moment!
"Roar!!!"
The Blood Corpse leader's four-lobed mouth suddenly opened, letting out a low, chilling roar.
Then, under Gray's watchful eye, its muscles tensed suddenly, and with almost no running start, it shot forward from the terrace, grabbing Gray's ankle.
"Holy shit!"
Having narrowly escaped death, Gray found himself in dire straits once again. He began frantically swinging his legs like a rabbit, and the delirious Blood Corpse followed suit, leaping off the terrace.
Under the bright moon, Gray was once again surrounded by Blood Corpse.