This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 151 - 143 Flesh Armor

Chapter 151: Chapter 143 Flesh Armor

This terrifying Disaster Crocodile seemed to have endless strength. With a swing of its head and tail, it swept away the nearby hard ice and giant stones, continuing to pounce towards the nearest crowd.

If it succeeded, it would surely result in a river of blood.

Lette had already silently left amidst the panicked crowd, finding a place to hide.

In the pond, twenty to thirty muscular men had already jumped into the deep pit, charging towards the Immortal Disaster Crocodile.

Their momentum was overwhelming, their roars like drums, forming a fierce aura not losing to the Immortal Disaster Crocodile.

Standing on the dam, Emily, to avoid accidentally injuring these followers of the Flesh God Sect, had stopped releasing offensive magic.

Instead, following Lette’s suggestion, she began wildly augmenting these people with various spells.

With a raise of her hand, the enhancements of Wind Element and Rock Element were cast onto these followers.

The muscle men’s speed drastically increased, and their defense was greatly enhanced.

To avoid exposing her identity as an All Element Mage, Emily had to lock the augmentation magic onto just the elements of wind, ice, and rock.

Fortunately, for these people, it was already enough.

"Ho, ha!"

The muscular men rushed forward, striking and kicking the Disaster Crocodile without a word.

The thumping sound of flesh hitting echoed deafeningly, making the onlookers’ blood boil.

The fierce crocodile had never been treated like this before. It opened its mouth to bite a muscular man beside it.

Unexpectedly, that man neither dodged nor avoided, delivering a sudden uppercut and then using both hands to hold the fierce crocodile’s upper and lower jaws.

The Disaster Crocodile, after all, was a Calamity Level Containment Object; its bite force was incomparable to ordinary fierce beasts.

With just a little force, the person in its mouth found it hard to bear.

However, in the next moment, four or five muscular men jumped into its mouth themselves, helping their comrade brace its mouth, bewildering the Disaster Crocodile completely.

It immediately performed a death roll, throwing all the muscular men from its mouth.

But just as it stood firm, a nearby muscular man suddenly squatted and then leaped high.

Like a cannonball, this man directly knocked the Disaster Crocodile over.

The other men seemed to have found some new physical technique, all imitating wildly, crashing into the Disaster Crocodile repeatedly.

In a short while, the Disaster Crocodile was battered into continuous retreat.

It swung its giant tail to sweep, but was blocked by the ice wall summoned by Emily. In just a moment’s pause, a few muscular men seized the opportunity to grab its tail and even swung it into the air.

Boom!

The Disaster Crocodile crashed into the dam, and Emily took the chance to gather a massive amount of magic, bombing the area where the Disaster Crocodile had fallen extensively.

However, when the dust cleared, the Disaster Crocodile still staggered out from it, continuing its mad charge towards the crowd.

"Damn, how can this thing have so much energy! Even if it’s immortal, shouldn’t it get tired?"

Emily was speechless. Her magic power had already been depleted by a third, and most of the Flesh Believers below were injured and exhausted.

After all the effort, even if they couldn’t kill this fierce crocodile, shouldn’t it at least take a break?

But no, the opposing viciousness and ferocity hadn’t diminished at all, remaining like a fully wound machine.

Moreover, this creature seemed to bear no grudges, not being attracted to Emily and the Flesh Followers’ violent attacks, still persistently targeting the weak and helpless civilians.

This caused great frustration for Emily and the other Flesh Followers.

They had to try every means possible to delay the Disaster Crocodile’s actions, but had no good solutions for this unkillable, indestructible, tireless killing machine.

Furthermore, after the initial attacks, Emily keenly noticed that neither her spells nor the Flesh Believers’ attacks were having the same impact anymore.

What does that mean, was it possible that being beaten so much could increase its resistance?

Then what’s the point of fighting? How long do they have to keep at it?

"Ahhhh! Help! Run!"

After the Disaster Crocodile knocked away the Flesh Believers, it charged through Emily’s attacks, heading for the embankment and towards the street.

If it managed to rush into the residential area, a bloodbath would surely ensue!

At this critical moment, a humanoid figure over three meters tall and covered in bright red suddenly emerged from a hidden corner.

He delivered a powerful punch to the Disaster Crocodile’s side ribs, sending it crashing back into the pit.

Immediately after, he leapt and performed a Thousand-pound Drop on the Disaster Crocodile!

With a rumble, the red figure crashed directly in the middle of the Disaster Crocodile. The Disaster Crocodile let out an ear-splitting wail, spewing a large amount of fresh blood from its mouth.

"That... that is..."

Emily pointed at the muscular, terrifying humanoid below, momentarily unable to recognize it.

Lilith nodded: "Yes, that’s right, it’s Lette. That guy is crazy, using budding flesh as armor, wearing it on himself.

But by doing so, it indeed greatly enhanced his physical strength."

The other Flesh Believers below were startled. They hadn’t seen this form of Lette before, but felt an unprecedented sense of kinship.

Until, Lette posed in a common fitness posture used in the Blood and Flesh God Sect, finally enlightening the Flesh Believers.

"It’s the God of Flesh! The God of Flesh has responded to our call and descended upon the world!"

The believers knelt down one after another, praising the grandeur of flesh and blood!

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