The appetizers have been digested——

——While enjoying the staple food, the two ancient living undead remained silent.

Jack closed his mouth and became cold, like tearing off the mask of a clown in an amusement park and trying to cut the complete O-shaped letters of J[O]KE into fragmented J[A]CK.

Mary Stuart weighed and patted her shoulders, her long skirt and furs rustling in the strong wind.

Her eyes were sharp and gleaming. Her pupils were moving chaotically, quickly flashing from Jack's knees, shoulders, elbows and neck, measuring her arm span and height, and observing the attack range of the weapon.

The two of them moved almost at the same time——

——Jack chased with a knife, Mary rolled down the car window and hid in the long and narrow car environment. She had to use the distance of the heavy stabbing sword to defeat the enemy.

She had just rushed into the corridor, and when she heard the sound of breaking wind in her ears, her body changed with the effect of the soul power, and her hips, hips and lower limbs shifted instantly to make room for the sword.

The shining silver saw blade broke through the rosewood car seat armrest, and then changed its route and attacked Mary.

She didn't dodge, she just raised her legs to meet the attack.

A three-inch-thick bat claw toe sprouted from his heel. In just a moment, Jack's throat was cut open by the fierce deformation.

But there was no blood flowing out, only a substance similar to iron sand and mud slowly squirming around his neck.

In just an instant, half of Mary's torso was cut open with a saw.

The golden, high-temperature holy flame followed the blade of the tooth-for-tat, eye-for-an-eye, and severely separated the texture from her side ribs to the mermaid line.

There was no blood flowing out and no crying pain.

Mary Stuart could feel that this opponent was unkillable.

If it were just ordinary swords, guns and bullets, it would not be able to kill such undead.

Jack Martin looks very much like an [outlaw] influenced by the Immortal Rune, but compared to the outlaw, this guy's physical form is more spiritual, which is chaotic and disordered energy and dust, as if he has merged with the soul power.

1. The physical form is that of the undead.

Sometimes it turns into smoke and dust, sometimes it gathers sand and forms a tower.

If there is no magical magic attached to the weapon, there is no strong magnetic and electric energy flow impact, and there is no humanoid soul power coming out of the body to attack Jack's body, he will be a very difficult opponent.

Only in 0.17 seconds——

——Mary has finished thinking about these things.

Like Xueming, she is a rational and cold-hearted person with a strong will to survive.

But 0.17 seconds can already do a lot, and Jack Martin's soul power begins to take effect.

In the narrow carriage, the carriage is only three meters long, which is long enough for the silk threads of the spirit pendulum to create a dragnet.

When Mary's open wound was still smoking, she didn't look back and went straight to the electrical center of the carriage. Her body was cut into seventeen pieces by the sharp steel wire in an instant, but it healed quickly like blood tofu, ignoring this kind of confrontation.

For ordinary people, the fatality rate of injuries is 100%.

Her body trembled and turned into countless irregular polygons under the cutting of silk threads. The tissue fluid and blood spurting from the injured area were sucked back by the skin of the high-speed moving limbs as soon as they splashed out.

Only the torso was cut open by the silver saw, and the carbonized skin looked like twisted worms, hideous and terrifying. During the drastic changes in the body, the blackened blood scabs also turned into powder and became intact as before.

Jack dissipated and turned into black mist, suddenly rushing toward Mary——

——He blocked the middle of the road again.

Mary didn't stop and raised her sword to draw sparks on the thick iron sheet.

The heavy stabbing sword quickly turned into an old iron steel needle at 320 degrees Celsius under the friction and baking of the steel skin.

What followed was a violent attack—

——The sculpture-like sword-holding posture almost made Jack lose his pupil focus.

It is a ruthless technique of hiding the sword blade in front of the enemy's eyes, almost in a straight line with the angle of Jack's pupil.

Mary is an experienced swordsman who has experienced many battles. She knows which angle is most suitable and efficient to send the heavy stabbing sword into the enemy's head.

The two of them were fighting at a very close distance, but they never heard the sound of the clash of saw blades and bayonets.

They don't care about physical trauma, they just want to defeat their opponent's fighting will in twelve attacks.

Sword flowers and sword lights exploded into brilliant sparks in the iron carriage.

From the beginning of the attack to the moment it left the attack range and re-adjusted its body's center of gravity, the stabbing sword had been enchanted with flames. It emitted a dark red light from the 320-degree iron.

Looking at the scattered stab wounds on Mary's body, she was missing three fingers, which were caused by Jack's chops to disarm her.

Three pieces of flesh were missing from her shoulders and elbows, which were stuck to the car window and were still shaking when burning violently.

Her spine was almost severed in two, and the scar remained deep in her right lung, almost damaging her motor center.

She moved forward and turned back into a threatening, high-to-low assassination stance. She needed a little time to adjust her metabolism and heart rate. It only took two seconds.

The picture expressed by the injuries suffered by Jack's body is even more curious——

His body of dust and mist was inlaid with countless diamonds, allowing the heavy stabbing sword with a temperature of nearly a thousand degrees to poke out fist-sized silicon carbide vacuum zones.

His body was hunched over, like a lone wolf that had been severely injured, but his expression remained unchanged, even though there was a crater the size of a plump chestnut on his right eye, filled with silvery vitreous sand, and the eyeball

It has been stabbed into gems by the enchantment attack of the heavy stabbing sword.

From the beginning of the official battle, the two of them did not exchange a word, and only thirty-one seconds passed.

By thirty-three seconds——

——Mary expresses even weirder body control abilities.

Half of her torso exploded suddenly—a crack without any warning.

A bat that was thinner and younger flew out of it.

They cover Mary Stuart's skin and flesh, and the connective texture of Mary's fleshy skin can be observed from these offspring.

Among them, there are six more bats composed of Mary's head. The small bat in the center also has two of Mary's eyes on its wings. The other five can see the bloody brain tissue in their bodies.

Some of these little bats crawled out of the window, seemingly trying to escape.

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Only Mary's head was partially suspended in the observation position, and the other eight-headed bodies raised their swords to face the enemy.

This is the miraculous ability of Mary Stuart's soul, which almost fully demonstrates the vampire's power to transform their own bodies.

Jack Martin set off again, his knee split with a sudden sound, and the horrific wounds on the kneecap and meniscus caused his calf to separate from his thigh. He had turned into a rag doll halfway, and he just wanted to keep this terrifying strange bat.

Here.

The battle of the undead is about to come to an end——

——Command from Mary Stuart's neural command center.

About sixty-six blood bats with flexible skin roared out ultrasonic shock waves in an instant.

——At that moment, all the glass in the carriage cracked. Even the extremely tough resin glass could not remain intact under this terrifying spiritual pressure.

Jack's body was stabbed by the scorching heavy sword, and the originally loose sand became tightly crystallized. Under the bombardment of sound waves, fine quicksand burst out from the wounds in Crow Feather's coat, like blood.

At that moment, the Ripper was cut into pieces by five horses, his pupils dilated.

He still kept his right arm raised high, fighting forward.

But all parts of his body had turned into stiff pieces, entangled and grabbed by the baby bats in twos and threes.

"Crack-" a sound.

The silver-plated meat saw knife fell to the wine rack along with his arm, and was shattered into pieces.

The heavy thorn hanging in the air fell down with a sound.

Among Mary's many blood bats, only Eyes and Brain were still observing Jack's head.

The stabbing sword is like a pile driver. Every time it is thrust out and every time it is withdrawn, it is like forging a tool and hammering nails.

She didn't stab very fast, but very steadily——

——Like a precise sewing needle, it would penetrate the front lobe and cerebellum of Jack Martin's head, crushing the brainstem and thalamus.

She wasn't sure that this would kill Jack, but how would she know if she didn't try?

She finally had time to breathe, and under the repeated attacks of the saw blade, she sent out her left hand, letting the dexterous bat-shaped body search for the spare pistol in the bookshelf.

Has the victory been decided?

Yeah?

Really?

Mary thought so, but she didn't dare to be careless at all.

She learned many things from Jiang Xueming and from Heart of Steel, the most important of which was to whip corpses to prevent resurrection.

White wine dripped from the broken wine rack. Mary remembered that this was the base wine used to mix human blood. It was a strong liquor——

——As far as she knows, fire can kill any living thing on earth.

——Fire itself is magic, fire itself is magic.
To be continued...