Chapter 188: Fierce Battle with Leatherworker

The horrifying high-pitched screams ran through the entire hotel.

Even if they didn't witness what happened, the three people in the hotel lobby heard the sound coming from outside the wall.

Both Donna and Julius stood up nervously, but Clayton didn't move. He recognized that the scream was not from a human, but from a horse.

There was only one horse in the stable next to the hotel, the little chestnut mare that Donna had brought. They had fed it when they left the hotel in the morning, but the poor animal was now probably in serious danger.

"Let's stay here and don't go anywhere." Clayton repeated Goatee's words.

He saw that Donna's body was shaking slightly, but her eyes were firm, so he was particularly worried that she would act irrationally.

The gasps and cries were fading, but this weakness was troubling Donna's nerves.

Life is dying.

Her inspiration told her that it was the life she had come into contact with.

The girl gritted her teeth and almost got off the chair and rushed out.

Clayton put his hand on her hand, warned in a low voice, and then comforted: "Don't be impulsive, I will buy you a new pony when you get back."

It didn't work, though, and the look Donna gave him back was nothing short of desperate.

"She sent me to see you." Donna looked at him sadly.

Clayton looked her in the eyes: "It's too late for us to get over now, but it's no one's fault."

No one knows why the leatherworker did not enter the building first, but attacked an awake horse without warning. The risk of doing so was much higher than killing someone.

After comforting his niece, he looked toward the backyard anxiously.

The stables almost hug the outer wall of the backyard, and the leatherworkers also have the possibility of climbing over the wall to access the backyard.

This may be easier than climbing the wall to enter the second floor after eating.

The patrol members also noticed this possibility, and they sent three members down to accompany them just in case.

People in the lobby could not see the scenery outside. They could only rely on the information sent upstairs, and until the horse's whine ended, no shot was fired upstairs.

Clayton knew that this was due to the accuracy limitations of the firearm itself and the level of the shooter.

The army will use volleys to make up for the lack of accuracy of firearms, but here there are not even conditions for volleys - the stables are on the right side of the backyard, and only the rightmost positions on the second floor are suitable for shooting. It is easy to shoot bullets in other positions. Get to the wall.

They had to wait for the leatherworker to approach on his own until they were sure their shot was infallible.

The lights in the lobby swayed, and three patrol members placed their shotguns between the plates and stood guard in the direction of the backyard.

Clayton took out Perun's ancestral two-handed sword from behind the counter. He couldn't expose his strength. A two-handed sword could be used better in front of outsiders than an axe.

Peng!

The gunfire finally rang out.

It was like a bomb had been detonated in the hotel, and all the previously suppressed voices broke out.

Several low gunshots were heard from upstairs, followed by thunderous footsteps. All the gunmen moved to the room where the monster broke into for support. People downstairs heard Goatee shouting upstairs, asking others to aim at the monster. If you shoot again, don't point the gun at your own people.

The three shotguns in the lobby were ready to move, and the patrol members couldn't wait to leave Clayton and others and go upstairs to support them.

They soon no longer had this concern.

The sounds upstairs suddenly became clear, and then the noisy footsteps started beating like drums, quickly moving towards the stairs.

It wasn’t just Goatee’s voice, other people were also shouting upstairs:

"It went down! It went to your place!"

Before these supports appeared, the leatherworkers broke into their sight first.

The monster fell from the stairs and fell straight into the backyard. They could see this scene through the short corridor next to the counter and heard the sound of meat and bones hitting the ground. This must have been uncomfortable.

The patrol members guarding downstairs fired without hesitation. Their guns had already been set up here, and the evil thing broke into the crosshairs on its own.

Three gunshots rang out almost at the same time, and the leatherworker's pale body trembled violently. Everyone could see that it was injured, but they didn't know how many bullets it had been hit by.

However, the bullet's damage to it was not as high as expected, and it did not bleed much blood. It just shook its body and rushed through the short corridor into the lobby, arriving at Clayton's side faster than the reinforcements upstairs.

After getting closer, they saw the specific appearance of the leatherworker, and felt sick in their hearts.

The human head on the deformed body was soaked in horse blood and their appearance was indistinguishable, but they could still see its malicious expression. They couldn't accept that such a disgusting thing was actually an intelligent creature.

The three strangers did not come forward. Clayton followed Goatee's instructions and arranged for Donna and Julius to move to the stairs and prepare to go upstairs. At the same time, the patrol members around them decisively put down their shotguns and switched to flintlock pistols. The would-be leatherworker fired his second round.

After a short and rapid volley of two rounds of musketry, white smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, obscuring the gunners' view.

But it didn't matter, they believed they had just hit the target.

The three guns were gradually lowered, and the next moment, sharp white blood-stained fingers were pulled out of the smoke.

The finger that can easily disembowel a horse should have the same effect on the human body, but it is still slightly inferior to real steel.

A two-handed sword swept through the arc, stirring up the smoke. The flash under the firelight was accompanied by blood splashing, and two fingers of the leatherworker fell to the ground.

The sudden attack made the leatherworker jump back suddenly. It fell on all fours and lay on the ground, watching the frightened young people. It is worth mentioning that this monster looked thinner and longer at a close distance than what Clayton saw from a distance, like a giant snake-like devil crawling.

There is no need for the priest to explain. Even those who see it for the first time will perceive the blasphemous feeling brought by the extreme evil of human beings, as well as the faint yearning

Kill it, or become it and stand in front of it, people will naturally think so.

Of course, races that are not human beings naturally do not have such instinctive feelings.

"Keep loading and prepare for the next shot!"

After Clayton forced the leatherworker back, he pointed his long sword diagonally and used his experience to command these young people to continue to prepare.

Although he successfully contained the enemy's offensive, the touch from the sword was not good. He felt like he was cutting a starfish, maybe even harder - that kind of marine creature is not as soft as people imagine, its body only has a tough outer skin and extremely elastic bones.

The leatherworker's body is so strong that the damage it has suffered so far may not have the effect of inhibiting its mobility.

He gripped the hilt tightly. This weapon is not the type he is good at, but it is okay to use. Pei Lun has maintained it well.

"Hah!"

A shout came from the backyard.

Some of the patrol team chose to go down the same path as the leatherworker. They landed in a more embarrassing posture and may have been injured, but they completely cut off the monster's retreat.

The door of the inn was locked. It could either try to dismantle the door under the shooting of the musket, or choose to fight its way out in the crowd.

The leatherworker's blood-stained face lost his smile.

At the same time, the patrol's reinforcements on the stairs finally came down.

A total of twelve muskets were placed diagonally on the railings of the stairs, with their black muzzles pointed at the monster.

Goatbeard's shout resounded throughout the lobby on the first floor.

"Shoot!"

Shooting with volleys is one of the best ways to deal with large enemies.

Thick white smoke formed a curtain at the edge of the stair railings, and the monster behind the curtain staggered back like a drunk.

Although not all of the twelve shotguns hit it, at least half of the bullets hit it.

Clayton saw it stand sideways after seeing the muskets, with its giant palm protecting its head. Under its loose wet blond hair, there were several smooth-edged pits on its wax-like skin, but no blood flowed out, and those bullets failed to hit its vital points.

The hard part has arrived.

The leatherworker did not fall completely, and the patrolmen's guns had all been fired. The loading speed of the old-fashioned shotgun was slower than the walking speed of a snail, and the leatherworker seemed to still have the strength to fight.

However, the patrol members were not unprepared for this.

The old hunter Goatee shouted, "Boys, bring out the holy water!"

The patrol members took out glass bottles and splashed holy water in the lobby without restraint. The first person to be drenched was not the terrifying leatherworker, but a friendly werewolf. Out of the desire to protect the other party, they took special care of the stranger who stood in front of them.

Clayton's body trembled.

Although the human form of the werewolf would not be directly harmed by the holy water, it would also become weak.

His strength was rapidly declining. The resistance of the alien curse was like a pair of tweezers stirring in his body without restraint, but he couldn't show discomfort in front of everyone.

"Donna! Go upstairs!"

He shouted at his niece, while still pointing the tip of his sword at the leatherworker, but he slowly stepped back to the side of Goatee.

The leatherworker was also splashed with holy water, his wax-like flesh almost melting, and he fell across from him, struggling in pain. The tables and chairs were easily overturned by his twisting deformed body, and he looked much weaker than Clayton.

But he still didn't make a move.

Donna ran up the stairs from behind him, and turned back to look at him uneasily at the landing.

"Are you going to be okay?"

The goatee muttered unhappily after hearing her question: "We are here, what can happen to him?"

He didn't just talk, as soon as he finished complaining, he immediately dropped the musket, caught the short spear thrown by the young man who came later, poured holy water on it, then handed the short spear to his right hand, pressed his left hand on the railing, and jumped down to Clayton's side, his skills were more agile than those of ordinary young people.