Chapter 502: I Bloom in the Midst of Carnage (Part 2)

The phrase "tear them apart" sounds like a subjunctive mood. It is often used in mobilization orders and is indeed very imposing, at least for ordinary people.

But perhaps there is some tacit understanding between the killers. Jack did not simply regard this as a clarion call to war. He understood what Schiller wanted to express, which was literally "tear them apart".

If a monster has the ability to heal itself, then the best way to deal with them is not to pierce, but to cut, because any self-healing ability cannot restore limbs without limit. To put it more extremely, self-healing ability cannot save dumpling fillings.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Every time Jack swung his scimitar, the knife light was like a crescent moon hanging in the sky. When several crescent moons swung around him, they were like petals wrapped around him, blooming outwards little by little.

The first jackal monster that was touched by the knife light was stabbed in the neck, chest, abdomen and right thigh. The fur and muscles failed to defend successfully, and the bones did not stop the scimitar. The knife light of the moonlight killer swept past, just like cutting a piece of half-melted butter.

When Jack's figure flashed behind the monster, under the moonlight, the monster collapsed behind him like a building block stacked by a child.

Purple light kept flashing on the cross section of the limb fragments, but this self-healing ability fell into an awkward situation, because the body pieces cut by Jack were basically the same size. No matter which piece was used as the raw material to revive the monster, at least 90% of the body had to be fabricated out of thin air.

After the purple light flashed twice, it disappeared completely as if it had no electricity, and the bloody fragments also turned into black water and disappeared into the cracks on the surface.

Schiller, who was watching there, turned his head back, and Arthur also retracted his gaze. The two looked at each other at the same time. At the moment of eye contact, Arthur suddenly realized what Schiller was going to do.

The miserable scene of the monster being dismembered emerged in his mind. Arthur wished that he was really a fanatic who could use faith as the last line of defense in his mind, but he was not.

In other words, even fanatics will feel fear when they witness that even a god with supreme power cannot save something.

Seeing the moon symbol on Mark's chest, Arthur gritted his teeth and said, "Kongsu... Kongsu... You hypocritical thief, look at what you have done!"

"You created two criminals with your own hands! An incurable murderer..." Arthur himself did not realize that there was some trembling in his tone.

At this time, he found that Schiller, holding an umbrella knife, began to approach him at a slow speed.

Changing the speed of the previous raid that made people dizzy, Schiller began to move forward step by step. When his leather shoes stepped on the ground, the pools left by the monsters when they melted reflected his leather shoes and neat trouser legs.

The tip of the knife dragged across the ground, and in the reflection of the mirror-like blade, the moonlight gradually climbed up from the soles of his feet, and the dark suit was dyed silver little by little.

When the umbrella knife was lifted up and held in front of Schiller, one side of the knife reflected Schiller who had put on the iron mask on his mouth again, and the other side reflected Arthur's collapsed expression.

The two were close to each other, with only an umbrella between them. This long process of approaching had completely destroyed Arthur's psychological defenses. He fell, trembled, and began to scream.

Arthur was a doctor and a cultist, and also a cult pope, but for a natural born killer, everyone except his kind was prey and a victim with many flaws.

Stare at the target, repeatedly test, and find weaknesses.

Hurt, torture, and oppress until the other party is afraid, collapses, and loses humanity.

Let them degenerate from humans to beasts that can only roar and cry, follow instinct to avoid, and there are thousands of emotions, only fear.

These natural perverts can get unparalleled pleasure from this process, which is an indispensable fuel for them to live in this world.

Arthur stretched out his cane weakly to block the sharp knife, but the face he was facing, the cruelty and indifference that had nothing to do with humans, was sharper than any weapon, and shattered Arthur's will. After the heart defense was broken, no matter how much resistance the body made, it would be useless.

Schiller turned the umbrella, with the handle facing Arthur, and the sound of metal hitting metal rang violently. The continuous and rapid drumbeats like the opening of a drama were like a death warrant--

"Bang!" The cane was knocked out, and with a light "Ka La", the cane fell into the muddy water.

Arthur fell to the ground, and in the high splash, the terrifying figure of Schiller slowly raising the umbrella knife was reflected.

Suddenly, Kongsu appeared beside Schiller and said, "He was my former believer, let him go..."

To Kongsu's surprise, Schiller really stopped moving, but soon he found that Schiller's pause was not because of his order, but because Arthur, who was lying on the ground, began to flash the shape of a crocodile head on his face.

"Get out of the way, Amit is coming." Kongsu reminded.

Schiller retreated quickly, accompanied by a roar full of primitive wildness, and an equally huge figure descended behind Arthur.

Schiller was very calm from beginning to end, and did not seem to be surprised by this, but at this time, Kongsu stood up and said:

"Amit, you project such a powerful force outside the seal, you will be judged by the gods!"

"Same for you, Kong Su! You even recruited two believers!" Amit's voice was a bit shriller than that of Kong Su, but his conversation with Kong Su proved that he had the same high wisdom as Kong Su. And just as ancient.

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Except for the beginning, when Kongsu asked Amit questions in English, and Amit also answered in English, the two communicated entirely in ancient Egyptian, and they spoke very fast.

Therefore, after they communicated for about twenty or thirty seconds, the light of a sharp knife interrupted their conversation.

Amit's phantom looked dismissively at Schiller's sudden sword light, but it was different from the previous attack on Arthur. This time, a huge silver sword light shone in front of the umbrella sword, with a crescent-shaped mark of the sword light. When flying towards Amit, Amit condensed his shield to defend himself. The light of the sword rippled on the shield, and then disappeared.

But just when Amit was about to open his mouth to taunt Kongsu, a "whoosh" sound broke through the air behind him, and a cross-shaped sword slashed hard on Amit's back, knocking him forward. Fly out.

Amit's shadow adjusted its posture in the air. He stabilized his figure and wanted to look back to see who had attacked him, but the moment he turned around, Schiller attacked again.

Jack behind Amit put away his two knives, put the handles of the two knives together, and then twisted them. A huge S-shaped crescent moon dart appeared. He stepped back with one foot, arched his body, and grabbed the crescent moon dart. Blade, throw it out hard.

Just when Amit was barely able to dodge Schiller's umbrella knife, the crescent moon dart with a huge sound of breaking through the air forced him to have no way to retreat, and he had to take Schiller's knife.

Schiller's knife carried Kongsu's unique moonlight power. With one strike, Amit's shadow flickered and became obviously darker.

“Kongsu!

! Amit roared angrily: "How dare you take such a sinner as your disciple, heaven will judge you!"

! "

The sentence he yelled was still in ancient Egyptian, so Schiller and Jack didn't understand it at all, and they didn't intend to understand it.

Kongsu seemed to be afraid. He said to Schiller: "Stop! Schiller..."

Then he turned to look at Jack and said, "Jack, stop..."

But the two of them turned a deaf ear at the same time. The silver radiance reflected each other like a big net, wrapping up Amit. Amit screamed and cursed Kongsu continuously.

Kongsu also seemed to be angry that his followers ignored him. He felt that his dignity as a god had been provoked, and he could not condone this happening, so he also raised his scepter and said to A hard hammer on the ground.

A circle of silver ripples spread out with him as the center. When it swept past the feet of Schiller and Jack, the silver light on their bodies disappeared. After the power of the moon god was withdrawn, the uniforms also disappeared.

"You are my believers and you should listen to my instructions..."

Kongsu thought he was very patient. He felt that since Schiller and Jack were so disobedient to him, he just took back his power, which was gentle enough. But obviously, these two murderers didn't think so.

The moment the power disappeared, Schiller did not pause. What replaced the silver power was a mysterious gray mist.

What's even more terrifying is that this weapon no longer changes into the light of a sword, but becomes like countless tentacles spreading out behind him. The gray tentacles spread from Schiller's back and attacked Amit.

Amit flashed forward and wanted to run away, but the tentacles made of gray mist turned into countless threads as if they had eyes, chasing Amit's figure until they wrapped him up.

The gray mist tentacles were like greedy blood-sucking leeches, piercing into Amit's body one by one, sucking energy greedily. The projection of Amit made up of energy bodies was sucked dry in an instant.

Before disappearing, Amit shouted: "Khonsu, you colluded with the evil gods, I will summon the twelve pillar gods to judge you!

! "

Accompanied by a long scream, Amit disappeared, and the gray mist tentacles that had been fed and drunk danced majestically, looking extremely terrifying and weird in the darkness, making it impossible to look directly at him.

Schiller turned around, and the boy's eyes could no longer be seen clearly, all was filled with gray mist, and his eyes fell on Kong Su.

Kong Su's skull falcon head slowly turned 180 degrees back, pretending not to see anything, and then disappeared with a "Zeng".

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"Oh, damn, my chin..." Mark's personality returned, and he exclaimed, squinting his eyes and looking around at the mess around him.

The vicinity of the battlefield is full of ravines left by huge swords, and there is muddy black water between the ravines. The car Arthur drove over exploded at some point. Now it has been burned into coke. Arthur is lying in the car. Not far away, life and death are uncertain.

Mark stood at a loss in the center of all this. He touched his clothes and found that the beetle he had hidden in his pocket had disappeared.

He lowered his head and searched in confusion. After looking around, there was nothing on the ground except dirty water and stones. He put his hands on his hips and patted his forehead. He sighed and said, "This symptom is really getting worse." ”

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he turned to look at Schiller. Schiller had returned to normal, and even the sharp knife on the front of the umbrella had disappeared. Mark walked over and asked, "I remember, you should He's a psychiatrist, right? He's a pretty good one..."

"You..." Mark was about to say something when he felt a chill on his cheeks. Small raindrops fell on his face. Mark looked up and stretched out his hand. He found that it was raining here.

The rain line in the dark night seemed to be non-existent. Only the splashes on the ground told of the coming of heavy rain. Schiller directly held up the umbrella in his hand and was safe and sound, but Mark was a little embarrassed.

Seeing that Schiller had no intention of sharing the umbrella, Mark had to find a car on the side of the road, pry open the lock, and then get in.

Schiller put away his umbrella and sat in the passenger seat. Mark started the car and asked, "Where are we going now?"

"Germany."

"Are you a psychiatrist?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me, my situation... I mean, I don't know when I started to have intermittent amnesia and fainting. In this case, is there any way to get psychological treatment?"

"I don't know how to do psychological treatment."

Mark turned his head and looked at Schiller in confusion, and asked, "Aren't you a psychiatrist? If you don't know how to do psychological treatment, then what can you do?"

Mark saw Schiller slowly raise the umbrella in his hand, and his strange voice echoed in the car.

"I can do physical therapy."