Just as [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] was about to further enlarge the cave entrance and expand his gains, the sound of shattering made the monster in the wooden house stop moving.
Immediately afterwards, a vine with red eyes emerged from the hole in front of him, looking at the pile of debris on the ground.
[ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ] suddenly realized a problem: forced demolition is not a good virtue.
As in all cliché novels, after accidentally breaking the BOSS's cherished item, the group faced the third stage of the wooden house monster.
No one dared to make a hole in the small veranda surrounding the wooden house anymore, because every time a new hole was created, it meant that vines and tree stumps had a new attack position.
The darkness inside the cabin effectively concealed the monster's attack intentions, turning what should have been mutually beneficial breaches into a one-sided enhancement for the monster.
Those who still retained consciousness realized that destroying the building's structure was indeed a way to defeat the monster, but as the number of holes increased, the monster's attack methods would become more diverse, and its fighting spirit would become even more frenzied.
So they were stuck here. With two wounded, quickly reducing the monster's health would make everyone die faster, but if they did nothing, they would all die after running out of stamina anyway.
Duolin focused his attention, dodging two vine whips and a wooden stake. His teeth were clenched, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
He had thought of a way to buy time, even if he couldn't defeat the monster, but... he couldn't give that order...
"Ah!" A shrill scream rang out as the monster's splinter-covered body broke off and pierced the calf of a Tree Worship Church guard.
Duolin watched as his spirited teammate's calf was instantly pierced with countless holes, and then he was pressed to the ground and squeezed into a puddle of flesh.
Another guard rushed forward and forcibly pulled his teammate, who had lost a leg, out of the ground. The missing flesh below his knee had now been evenly smeared on the ground.
With such an injury, this guard was definitely unable to continue fighting; this was the third casualty within minutes.
Having thought this through, Duolin finally made no further hesitation. He looked at the three guards who could still move and the church member who wasn't very strong but had exceptional stamina, and shouted loudly:
"Retreat to the village! Engage in street fighting!"
The wooden house monster is almost the same size as a single-person house. This kind of monster, which is not very big but not small either, is just enough to fill the winding roads in the Upperstream Village, and it can't even turn around as freely as it can in this open space.
After luring the monster into the village, their options for maneuver became much greater, though it was a pity about the villagers' houses...
Duolin wasn't worried that his plan would harm the villagers; the dozens of villagers with severe physical deformities had already run to a safe place within three minutes of the battle starting.
Duolin was hesitant because he didn't want to damage the villagers' houses, especially after hearing the unfamiliar soldier shout, "I just fixed the roof!"
But seeing his seriously injured teammates, Duolin realized the disastrous consequences of his lack of decisiveness, so he immediately gave the order without hesitation.
He swore in his heart that if he survived, he would make amends and rebuild the houses that had been damaged because of his orders.
Duolin's orders were quickly and firmly carried out. With only one arm left, [ Zhongde ] and [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] had lost [ Howling Pothos ] as their backbone, and at this moment, they subconsciously chose to obey the orders of this burly NPC.
Seeing everyone running towards the village, the bloodthirsty monster in the wooden house spat out several sets of tree stumps and then followed, completely ignoring the guard who had lost a leg and the [ Howling Pothos ] that was still blinking despite being stuck in a tree stump.
As the battlefield shifted from the open field to the village, the villagers who had been watching from afar were completely thrown into turmoil.
Although they couldn't control the course of the battle, the villagers still felt a pang of heartache as they watched house after house being destroyed by the enraged monster.
" Kaping! You damned old bastard, wasn't this monster supposed to have been killed a hundred years ago? How come it's come back to life?"
Seeing his house, whose roof he had just repaired, completely reduced to ruins, a middle-aged man with a slightly scoliotic spine angrily questioned the village chief who had only been in office for two and a half days.
"They definitely won back then, my grandfather wouldn't lie, it's just that I really can't remember exactly how they won."
Kaping wiped the fine sweat from his brow, explaining incessantly while inwardly cursing his brain to hurry up and think. At the same time, he was also broadcasting the real-time battle situation to Ed on the road, becoming the busiest NPC in the truest sense.
Seeing the anger and sorrow in everyone's eyes, Kaping became a little anxious and subconsciously whispered what was on his mind:
"Bishop Adrian, please come and save us!"
This prayer, without any set format, reached the ears of the people nearby. The few desperate villagers quickly joined in the prayer, followed by a dozen, then dozens, and in less than half a minute, nearly a hundred villagers had all joined in the prayer.
This is all they can do now. It's not that they aren't angry, or that they don't want to fight, but their current physical condition makes even things like repairing the roof and walls difficult. They can only watch as the monster from a hundred years ago ravages their homeland.
Meanwhile, the situation in the village was also far from optimistic.
Just as Duolin had expected, their battle became a little easier after luring the monster from the wooden house into the village, but this only lasted for the first few minutes.
The wooden house monster quickly found its own way to break the monster's defenses—demolition!
When the roles of the relocated residents and the demolition team were reversed, Duolin quickly paid the price for his ideas.
As the villagers' walls and houses collapsed one after another, both guards sustained injuries from being struck by heavy objects.
With the monster refusing to be pulled or kited and focusing solely on destruction, Duolin had no choice but to lead his team in a continuous retreat, while the villagers' houses were collapsing one by one like dominoes at a visible speed.
Just when everyone inside and outside the village was plunged into despair, a young voice reached their ears. Though the voice still carried a touch of youthful immaturity, it was like a beacon in the darkness and the dawn before sunrise for everyone at that moment.
Command: Hang Upside Down!
Kaping, who was murmuring a prayer, suddenly opened his eyes. He remembered, he remembered everything. In his grandfather's story, the monster from a hundred years ago was buried alive deep underground by Baron Tuer using a family secret technique!
At this moment, history is about to repeat itself!