Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

After Lyndon finished speaking, before the others could react...

With a simple wave of his hand, the dream that had trapped the monster began to merge with the dream of the Witcher squad.

In the eyes of the five members of the team, the scene before them was that a point of light suddenly appeared in what was originally a void space. Then the diameter of the point of light grew larger and larger, eventually forming a huge light membrane.

"Good luck to you."

Lyndon looked at the light membrane in the distance, smiled and waved to the five people, and then his figure disappeared into the space.

At the same time, a ferocious roar suddenly came from behind the light membrane.

The monster roared as it burst out of the light membrane, its bloodthirsty eyes instantly locking onto the five familiar figures.

The five members of Buck's team instantly tensed up.

The monster did not attack immediately. It wagged its tail and lowered its body, like a tiger hiding in the jungle to ambush its prey.

"Looks like they're scared of these guys."

Lyndon, who was hiding to the side, spoke slowly.

He didn't actually leave; he simply drew a curtain for himself in his dream and sat on the large palm of the space, quietly looking down at everything below.

The monster rubbed its sharp teeth together, letting out a low growl like muffled thunder from its throat.

Buck waved his hand behind him, signaling the team members to spread out.

The monster is powerful and heavy; to defeat it, we must make full use of the strengths of each group.

They need to rely on their own flexibility and close cooperation between teams.

After a period of stalemate, Ethan launched the first attack.

His figure instantly transformed into a streak of silver lightning, hurtling around the monster at a speed far exceeding his previous pace.

The monster brandished its sharp claws and dragged its thick tail behind it, occasionally spinning 360 degrees in place in an attempt to catch Ethan.

But its moves seemed so powerless against Ethan's fast and agile movements.

Therefore, it was thoroughly toyed with by Ethan, and the monster's claws could only catch the afterimage left by Ethan.

"Wow, that was fast!"

Lyndon in the air praised sincerely.

He now understood what the anvil had told him: masters of mental magic would pull their enemies into their mental world to fight.

If a Witcher can be this fast, Lyndon doesn't even dare to imagine how he would counter a real expert in the real world.

It takes considerable effort for Lyndon to catch Ethan when he was running at full speed. If Ethan hadn't been a little slower, he might not have been able to catch him at all.

Below, Ethan wasn't simply toying with the monster like a cat playing with a mouse.

Holding a short sword, he ran at high speed, precisely cutting into the gaps in the monster's thick scales and the joints.

Just as the monster was distracted by Ethan's attack, a tall figure of equal stature, like an out-of-control chariot, with unparalleled brute force, slammed the monster to the ground.

boom!

A dull thud echoed throughout the space.

The monster stumbled from the impact, and before it could react, a pair of strong arms pinned it down from behind.

"Hannah!"

"The Titan roared."

With a powerful thrust of his waist and abdomen, he lifted the monster up and positioned its chest in a certain direction.

Hannah is ready in this direction.

Her skin turned bright red again, and she was enveloped in a wave of scorching heat.

A few wisps of smoke slowly rose from the corners of her mouth.

boom!

Instantly, a burst of intense heat poured from Hannah's mouth, several times more powerful than the heat from the steam pump station.

The monster was held captive in the Titan's arms, unable to break free, and could only let the flames pour over it.

The intense heat licked at the monster's dark scales, producing a sizzling, burning sound.

The scalding heat caused the monster to let out a piercing groan.

And the Titan holding it wasn't much better off.

His arm also suffered the pain of Hannah's high-temperature burns.

Even though Titan was in so much pain that he clenched his teeth and broke a few.

But the hand holding the monster wouldn't loosen its grip even slightly.

Because this is their opportunity.

Titans will not allow their team members to get injured.

His teammates often joked with him, saying that he was the team's most important shield.

The most important shield should protect team members from the most significant damage.

Killing the monsters is the most important thing for the team right now, so Titan can't let his guard down. If he does, the monsters won't be able to be killed, and if the monsters can't be killed, then the team will be in danger.

But this proves that this shield itself has failed to fulfill its due responsibility.

Therefore, Titan would rather lose his arms than let the monster escape from his grasp again.

Seeing this, Lyndon, floating in mid-air, couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for Titan.

He lowered his head and murmured, "How could it have come to this..."

Hannah knew that Titan's body wouldn't be able to withstand this, so she adjusted the angle, letting the flames burn the monster's head so that Titan could bury his head and hide behind the monster.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the monster's scales began to fall off in large pieces, revealing the gruesome flesh and blood beneath.

Most of its face was burned away, revealing its sharp fangs.

The intense physical pain fueled the monster's ferocity, and a pale blue rune lit up on its chest once more.

The Titan, who was right next to the monster, could clearly feel something sticking up.

To prevent the monster from releasing that low-frequency sound wave again, the Titan opened its mouth and fiercely bit down on the membrane.

Unfortunately, the membrane was tough and remained completely unmoved no matter how the Titan tried to tear it apart.

"Titan! I'm here to help you!"

Suddenly, a childish voice rang out.

Sean had now returned to his original form. He took a deep breath, stretched his jaw, and let out a deafening roar.

Under Sean's sonic attack, the monster finally couldn't hold on any longer, and its belly immediately split open with a large gash.

Its internal organs, intestines, and blood gushed out onto the ground.

Buck was overjoyed.

"Fantastic! We did it!"

Buck couldn't help but look up at the empty space above him.

"Your Excellency, did you see that...?"

Suddenly, the phenomenon changed drastically. The monster, which was already on the verge of death, suddenly seemed to have a last burst of energy before it died.

The pale blue rune on his chest instantly turned into a glaring red.

Its body began to expand continuously, like a balloon that was constantly being inflated.

Instantly, the entire space began to shake violently.

More and more points of light began to appear around us.

Just as Buck and the others were at a loss, Lyndon reappeared in front of them.

He looked at the five people and said softly, "Alright, it's time for us to wake up too."

boom!

Space collapsed instantly.

"Haa!"

Lyndon seemed to leap out of the water suddenly, taking a deep breath.

He looked around and found himself back at the pumping station.

Seeing that the rest of the team was still unconscious, Lyndon, despite his discomfort, picked up the gun that Titan had dropped and then walked towards the monster.

Along the way, a ghoul appeared out of nowhere and tried to ambush Lyndon, but he shot it to pieces.

"Damn, the recoil is really strong."

Lyndon weighed the shotgun in his hand. It was so big that he could barely hold it with both hands, and the recoil was astonishing.

Fortunately, Lyndon's body has been enhanced and cannot be measured by the standards of an ordinary person.

Lyndon stepped onto the monster's chest, and saw a trickle of bright red blood flowing from the corner of the monster's mouth.

It's dead.

Just as the Anvil Master said, once the spirit and consciousness are destroyed, the physical body in reality will also die.

But Lyndon was not at ease.

"For you, I almost exhausted all the remaining potions in my body."

Lyndon pried open the monster's mouth and stuck the gun barrel inside.

If it's just about weaving a dream, drawing in the consciousness of some people, and then using some tricks to deceive others with illusions, then there's indeed no difficulty.

But in the end, at the moment when the monster's consciousness faded, it was still able to put up a final act of resistance.

If Lyndon hadn't risked activating the magical power within him to repair the dream, he would have almost died there.

Lyndon estimated that after this exertion, the potion in his body had been largely digested and was almost gone.

"But you can help me make up for this loss."

Looking at the monster's corpse at his feet, Lyndon pulled the trigger.

boom!

A bullet, about the thickness of three fingers, pierced the monster's head.

Lyndon dropped his gun and pulled out his knife.

Because the monster's skin was so tough in some places, Lyndon decided to peel off the skin from the inside first before dismantling the monster's internal organs.

Just as Lyndon was busy, a voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"What are you doing?"