Not that his action seemed to do much, just like with the watcher his beam did absolutely nothing, it just slid off of the centipede's armored back.

If he was using a real force spell then the abominations whole carapace would have been cracked apart in less than a second but he wasn’t, the spell he was using was so weak and diluted it could hardly be called magic.

But thankfully while his attacks may have done little to hinder the beast his fellow soldier’s attacks actually affected it.

In one final volley, everyone had unloaded their muskets upon the fiend, one of the bolts had impacted its legs, severing what looked like dozens of limbs.

The centipede had its center of balance impeded and had smashed into the side of one of the houses as a result.

The full minute it spent trying to dislodge itself, had allowed for the grenadier Bertrand had passed by earlier to come and reinforce them.

Whether he was here thanks to some sixth sense or because of some troopers yell for help, Bertrand didn’t know.

What he did know was that the Seal blunderbuss the grenadier carried was going to easily take care of their small centipede problem.

The Seal blunderbuss used a single mana cube just like his beamer but it had one key difference, instead of discharging the mana over a specific time period the blunderbuss shot it all out at once.

The resulting expulsion could wipe out whole companies worth of men and women, it was a weapon that made the creation of castle walls obsolete.

It was a power hungry beast, consuming a mana cube for each shot but Seer was it well worth the price.

The artillery was what had enabled them to fight on equal terms with the mages, but it was the blunderbuss that let them face off against the fearsome cavalry charges of the nobility.

Without the creation of the blunderbuss, entire lines would have been decimated, torn asunder by the cruel tyrants.

Instead, it was the tyrants who were torn apart, their bodies rendered into countless little pieces of flesh and sinew and scattered across the battlefield alongside their steads.

And now as the centipede finally yanked itself out of the wall and began to charg towards them, Bertrand prayed it would up to its reputation.

It was nerve jarring experience, the grenadier waited until the last possible second before they fired their blunderbuss.

Seer the centipede was only a few dozen feet away and leaping up to attack them on the rooftop when it was hit by the blunderbuss shot.

It’s entire head caved in and great cracks in its armour started to stream down its surface, in conjunction with the force that was travelling through its body.

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Slamming back down to the ground, the centipede skidded along the ground for the last few dozen feet, stopping only when it hit the house wall.

For a few seconds, Bertrand just stared blankly at the sky, recovering from the traumatic experience.

Then he mechanically reload his beamer and started to repair his mana vein.

And when he was done with his preparations, he allowed himself to look down at the dead abomination.

Now that he had a closer look at it, he felt like it looked more like some twisted serpent than a centipede.

Its carapace wasn’t really a carapace, it was more like the skin of a snake, it even had the same triangle like pattern that a Huskel snake had.

Bertrand couldn't really get a look at its head considering that it didn’t really have one anymore but he could spot what looked like fangs, or at least very long bones.

Centipedes didn’t have bones, did they?

Then again, snakes didn’t have hundreds of human legs attached underneath them that they used to run around.

“Right, shit. Listen up folks we’re going to pummel that thing a few more times, just in case. Alright?” The bone buttoned linemen said shakily.

Bertrand couldn’t blame her, how was that thing supposed to be a zombie?

Seer, it was as though just as they got prepared for whichever threat they were facing a new one just popped out of nowhere.

What was next? Flying pigs that dropped explosives on you?

Shaking his head, Bertrand turned around and walked over to the grenadier to give his thanks, while a few of the linemen shot down at the centipede, making sure that if it wasn’t already dead it was going to be soon.

After he walked up to the grenadier, Bertrand stood in front of them and gave them a quick salute before he said a heartfelt. “Thank you.”

The grenadier just grunted in return and Bertrand a nod.

Bertrand gave them a nod back before he turned around and left, walking the few feet back to the railing so he could stand guard again.

Despite all the horrors that had happened so far he was feeling somewhat confident.

They had hit rock bottom, things couldn’t possibly get any worse, it wasn’t like giant horrifying abominations were common.

If they were then the town would have fallen long ago.

What was common was zombies, as another horde of them appeared, this time they came from straight ahead rather than from a corner.

This group was even smaller than the other two, numbering only twenty zombies.

They also weren’t any smarter than the other two, opting to just charge straight ahead.

With a few sighs and grunts the linemen and infantrymen cohort got ready to open fire, aiming down at the ragged horde.

Before the bone button linemen could give the order to fire though, a horrible gurgling sound interrupted everyone's focus.

And Bertrand looked behind him just in time to watch as the grenadier collapsed, blood spurting out of their neck and up into the air in horrific bursts as their heart desperately tried to keep their body alive.

He watched in horror as they fell first onto the broken roof tiles, a jagged piece piercing into one of their terrified eyes.

“TRAITOR!” one of the infantrymen snarled out. Turning Bertrand’s attention away from the dying grenadier and to the linemen who had been standing behind them and who was holding a blood stained bayonet.