Our Family Has Fallen-Chapter 518 - 325: Team_1

"Be careful." Dismas, understanding Tadiff’s unspoken meaning, nodded in response. He then grabbed his Short Sword, leaped over two entangled Pigmen, and headed straight for the Pigman drummer.

His musket, having just been fired, was now useless. But Dismas himself was no slouch; wielding his Short Sword, he fearlessly charged the grotesque monster.

The Pigman drummer, previously hidden at the rear, had now lost its cover. When Dismas’s figure appeared, it panicked like a startled beast, its drumbeat becoming erratic.

Without hesitation, Dismas lunged forward. With a quick step, he thrust his Short Sword, closing the final distance to the Pigman drummer as if challenging it to a duel.

This death-defying thrust, like a duelist’s strike, exploited its moment of panic. The Short Sword pierced the Pigman’s body, and a gush of fresh blood erupted as it was withdrawn.

But these Pigmen, accustomed to surviving in such harsh environments, were by no means simple foes. Madness and ferocity seemed almost ingrained in their very being.

The crazed creature let out a wretched squeal. Completely ignoring its wounds, it swung its bone club; if it had the strength to beat a drum, it certainly had the strength to smash human bones.

Otherwise, whose bones do you think these are?

Dismas was also valiant. The bloodline Bless from the Lord granted him tremendous strength and the courage to seek victory even in the face of danger.

His expression was cold, his sharp eyes fixed on the Pigman drummer’s attack. Seizing an opportunity, he fiercely swung his Short Sword in a counterattack.

In the dim light, a silver flash was seen. The Pigman drummer’s attack was seen through, and instead, its own hand gained another bloody wound.

And this was just the beginning. Dismas swung his Short Sword, hacking at its lower limb joint and forcefully severing the tendons with a slash.

Sometimes, height is not an advantage, especially for monsters like this, whose body proportions were not naturally selected but artificially fused.

Already struggling to stand, it now completely lost its balance, its body tilting precariously.

Finally, Dismas found his chance. He put all his strength into his blade, aiming for the neck and cutting, instantly causing a torrent of blood.

The Pigman drummer could no longer hold on. It dropped its two bone clubs and instinctively clutched its neck, trying to survive, but the bleeding was unstoppable. Its struggles were merely death throes.

Dismas stood before it, panting heavily as he watched the Pigman drummer collapse completely.

The rapid exchange had occurred in mere moments, yet Dismas had launched three consecutive attacks. Such intense exertion took a heavy toll.

Of course, the result was obvious: the Pigman drummer had been decisively felled by his three-hit combo.

These Pigman drummers seemed to know a few strange Shamanic Sorceries and were quite troublesome.

But in the heat of close combat, it always came down to a clash of strength and resilience. No matter how clever, such petty tricks could not escape Dismas’s sharp blade.

When Dismas looked back, the others had also dealt with their respective foes, leaving only corpses scattered on the ground.

The once-noisy corridor fell silent again, leaving only the heavy breathing of the group.

Reflecting on the battle, Dismas and the others still felt their hearts pounding. None of them had expected the Pigman drummer to have such a trick up its sleeve; they had almost been wiped out.

"Are you alright?" Lance’s voice drew their attention. They saw that the Lord had also finished his battle; haphazardly strewn Pigman corpses, indiscernible in the dim light, lay on the ground near him.

Each of them had struggled against a single enemy, yet the Lord, wielding his Shield Axe, had single-handedly taken down the opposition on the other side. He had staunchly guarded their backs and resolved the battle even faster than they had.

Before the mission began, Tadiff had actually felt some dissatisfaction.

He couldn’t understand why a Noble Lord would actively participate in such dangerous missions, knowing full well there were monsters.

He had feared that he might end up having to protect the Lord, and if their employer met with an accident, his own reward would be gone.

But unexpectedly, the Lord was incredibly fierce. He had taken the lead throughout their journey, always at the forefront when facing the Pigmen.

In the recent fight, he might have been able to handle that many Pigmen in an open space. However, killing them quickly would have been difficult, let alone being forced into a head-on confrontation in such cramped quarters.

Now he was thoroughly convinced; he knew he couldn’t have faced several Pigmen simultaneously and dispatched them so quickly.

"Boss, I’m injured."

Boudica’s words snapped Tadiff back to reality. He immediately realized something: How could anyone emerge unscathed from such an intense battle?

He remembered that to let Dismas pass, he had to forcibly intercept the Pigmen, taking a blow from a hammer and a slash from a blade in the process.

Fortunately, that Pigman had been shot in the arm and stabbed in the side, so it couldn’t exert its full force. Most of the damage from its attacks had been blocked by his Scale Armor; the dented and concave marks on the scales were visible.

But he had been hit nonetheless. During the battle, he hadn’t felt much, but as the adrenaline subsided, pain bloomed in his chest, accompanied by tightness and labored breathing.

Boudica’s words immediately alerted Lance. He quickly approached with a torch and saw Boudica standing still, leaning on her War Halberd, an uneasy expression on her face.

On her right arm, a palm-length gash was bleeding profusely, the blood dripping from her fingertips.