The handle of the umbrella hit Mark hard on the chin. When he was about to fall down, he took two steps back to balance his body. Then there was another "bang" and the handle of the umbrella hit him directly on the neck.
With a "plop" sound, Mark fell to the ground and passed out.
Schiller walked forward with an umbrella in hand, wanting to check on him, but he remembered the rustling sound behind him.
Schiller stopped, put the tip of his umbrella on the ground, turned around, and saw Arthur, who had been stabbed in the throat by him before. Purple light floated on his body, and this light burst out from his eyes and the wound left by Schiller.
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The glowing place was like a large spotlight, and the trajectory of the light was clearly visible in the dark night. Arthur floated slowly, stood up straight in the air, and the cane with the crocodile head flew back into his hand. When he was in the air
When I opened my eyes again, my long hair was fluttering in the wind.
Arthur landed, slowly raised his head, and let out a long breath. There were no wounds on his body. If it weren't for the blood on his clothes, which showed that he had died once, no one would be able to tell what happened to him just now.
What.
Schiller held an umbrella and stood opposite him, watching this weird resurrection ceremony. When he pulled the umbrella knife out of Arthur's throat, he was very sure that Arthur had been killed by him and would never exist.
It was possible that he was faking his death, but just now, he was resurrected.
At this time, Schiller saw the terrifying huge figure of Kongsu appearing behind Arthur. He opened his falcon-headed mouth and conveyed some information to Schiller:
"The Egyptian gods have the ability to control the relationship between life and death. When the human body dies but the soul does not go to the other side, they can be resurrected. Amit has this ability, and I also have it..."
"Don't try to kill him, control him, imprison him, seal him, just like we did to Amit..."
Luna's voice always had a hazy echo, as if coming from the moonlight, but Schiller didn't give any response, he just kept staring at Arthur.
Kong Su began to hesitate. He felt that he had made the wrong choice. He wanted a personality that could fight, not someone who could only fight.
The indifference in Schiller's eyes told Kongsu that he did not intend to follow his advice, but still wanted to kill Arthur.
But for some reason, Kongsu didn't stop him. He just disappeared silently. At the same time, Arthur raised his cane high, and the crocodile head scale on the cane made a "kaka" sound and began to swing continuously.
The scale tattoo on Arthur's arm also began to shake, and he shouted: "I will judge you! Sinner!"
The crocodile scale was swinging more and more violently, with no intention of stopping. Schiller stood there, watching his performance quietly. It was not until the atmosphere calmed down and became a little awkward that Arthur became a little confused.
He held the cane in front of his eyes, and then tried to hold down the crocodile head that kept swinging with his other hand.
But no matter what he did, the crocodile head showed no intention of stopping. The crocodile heads on both sides swayed faster and faster, almost shaking out of their afterimages. Arthur kept talking to the air: "Stop! Stop!"
Keep your balance and judge him!”…
After performing a one-man show for a long time, he finally realized something was wrong. Arthur grinned and gritted his teeth. He grabbed the scepter that was already out of control with both hands and said: "Give me strength, let me
Come and judge him!”
"Zheng——"
The shiny metallic umbrella knife collided with the crocodile head on the top of the cane. Arthur held the cane behind his back, folded his arms, and blocked the sharp knife that came again. His eyes lit up, and the shadow of the crocodile face appeared on his face.
Faintly visible.
The radiance of magic lit up from the tip of the staff, and Arthur, who originally looked very gentle, became fierce. He held the staff like a knife, raised the scepter high, with the crocodile head down, facing the shoulder of Schiller who was close to Chi Chi.
Stabbed it.
"boom!"
The umbrella was opened, and the sharp magical luster streaked across the umbrella surface with the magical snakeskin pattern. The friction sound was a bit harsh, but the cane did not leave any trace on the umbrella surface.
Arthur, who was staring at the attack point, saw that the patterns on the snakeskin umbrella that was blocking him began to rotate strangely, possessing the power to confuse people.
At the moment when he was stunned, the umbrella was put away, and the sharp knife came out again. With a "squeak" sound, the tip of the knife scratched from the collarbone on the side of the neck to the armpit. Suddenly, blood flowed into a river.
The blade was too sharp. When the wound just opened, the blood had not had time to pour out. At that moment, the fascia covering the bones could be seen, and when the blood spurted out, only a lake of flesh and blood was left.
Arthur did not scream, but just let out a low roar. Schiller, who succeeded in the attack, did not rush forward again, but took two steps back.
He looked at Arthur's reaction with some curiosity. Obviously, this reaction was not normal.
Although not everyone screams after being injured, when people face pain, they will have many stress manifestations, such as contracting muscles immediately, curling up, and covering the wound. Even a well-trained person like Mark
Agents can take a defensive stance in the shortest time after being injured, but there will still be a moment of lag. This is human instinct.
But Arthur didn't. The growl he made was more like he was angry at his failure to defend, rather than feeling pain from the wound.
Light bloomed from the wound again, and soon, the wound caused by Schiller healed.
Arthur showed a sarcastic smile and said: "You want to use pain to defeat an ascetic, you are dreaming!"
"Don't you feel any pain?"
Schiller asked again in that weird voice and tone.
"Pious faith is not afraid of all pain!" Arthur raised his cane and shouted: "Being able to judge sinners is the medicine to heal all wounds!"
After shouting, Arthur found that Schiller was still staring at him expressionlessly. He felt a little annoyed, because from beginning to end, he was performing alone, as if the person opposite was not acting opposite him.
not an actor, but an audience in the audience.
Schiller's incompetent behavior ignited Arthur's anger. Just when he was about to say something to irritate Schiller, a dark shadow flashed past that was invisible to him.
When the blade of the knife cuts through, the light it brings out is brighter than the moonlight. The sharp knife cuts through the air and creates ripples, just like a paddle crossing the water...
With a "chi" sound, the tip of the knife inserted into Arthur's shoulder, and moved forward along the strange lines on the umbrella. The hand holding the umbrella handle was white and slender, and the well-maintained fingers did not look like a professional killer.
.
When holding a pen in this hand, it would never be as scary as it is now. As the veins spread from the arm to the back of the hand, Schiller twisted his hands, then pulled out the umbrella knife, and slashed it downwards.
With a "click" sound, Arthur's right arm was broken at the shoulder level, and flew out together with the cane in his hand.
Arthur opened his mouth wide and reached out to cover his bare shoulders. Schiller took two steps back and began to observe Arthur's reaction.
Now, he was sure that Arthur had no pain reaction, not because he said that faith could cure all pain, but because he really felt no pain.
Arthur's face was pale and ferocious. He turned his head and looked at the arm and scepter that had been knocked out.
The long hair covered his face, making him look like a disheveled evil ghost, but at the same time, the wound on his broken arm began to emit light again.
Schiller noticed that during the limb repair process, the light became stronger than before and it took longer.
After Arthur's arm recovered, he waved and the scepter flew over again. He found that the person opposite was a completely crazy murderer and could not communicate at all. Therefore, he did not intend to use those tricks to deceive the believers anymore.
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He bent his knees slightly, bounced up, suspended in mid-air, flew back a certain distance, and distanced himself from Schiller. The top of his cane flashed with purple light.
In front of Schiller, a purple magic circle lit up, and a ferocious hand stretched out from the ground, grabbing the ground fiercely.
But at this moment, a sharp knife fell from the sky and directly pierced the ferocious palm. The sharp knife was pulled out and then slashed parallel. The palm was cut off and black blood spurted everywhere.
The monster let out a scream and retracted its arm. Arthur froze on the spot. He grabbed the staff with both hands and concentrated on it. The purple light became more and more intense.
The wound where the monster's hand was severed also began to emit purple light, thus repairing its limbs.
This time, the monster learned to be smart and no longer acted cool or made any prelude to recovery, but directly wanted to climb out of the magic circle.
But the magic circle appears on the ground. If this monster wants to come out, it cannot come out upside down. It must appear head first.
The summoned jackal had a magic circle emerging from its head, and what was "swiped" was a knife.
With a "tsk" sound, the jackal's head flew out with a spurt of blood, and landed in front of Arthur. It rolled around a few times and died with its eyes closed.
Schiller retracted his umbrella knife again and looked at Arthur. Arthur stood there, swallowed, raised his staff again, and said to Schiller: "You damn murderer! You forced me to do this..."
"
Arthur murmured a strange ancient Egyptian language, seemingly praying for strength. In an instant, the top of the staff glowed with purple light, and several magic circles appeared a few meters away from Schiller.
The speed of the magic circle was obviously accelerated, and more than a dozen jackal monsters jumped out and slowly pushed towards Schiller...
Schiller still made no move, but he retracted the sharp knife at the front of the umbrella, then knocked the ground with the tip of the umbrella and said, "Don't sleep."
Looking along his line of sight, Mark, who had been knocked unconscious by him before, slowly got up. In other words, it was not Mark who got up, but another personality hidden in his body, Jack.
When Jack stood up, he instinctively touched his chin with his hand. The slight pain from there did not make him retreat, but instead stimulated him even more.
Originally, Mark, like all agents, had a serious expression and cold eyes. This expression would bring a great sense of oppression to ordinary people. Every agent would be trained to have this sharp temperament to deal with possible emergencies.
But at this time, Jack's eyes were more like Schiller's, cold, gloomy, and full of murderous intent, just like every natural born killer.
He didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand, and the moonlight essence condensed into a bandage and wrapped around his body.
This suit is different from Mark's Moonlight suit. It doesn't have the mysterious breastplate, nor the handsome cloak and hood. It only has the Mu Nayin bandage covering the whole body. There is only one right eye on the whole body.
Exposed outside, it shines with a heart-warming red light.
If Mark's moonlight form can be called the Moonlight Knight, then Jack's moonlight form can only be called the Moonlight Killer.
And his behavior did not live up to this terrifying outfit. He held his hands in the air, and two long scimitars appeared in his hands. The silver light flashed, and the sword lights intertwined. With a "swipe" sound, the scimitars inserted into a beard.
Chest of wolf monster.
As the machete was pulled out, the weird purple light appeared again, and the wound on the jackal's chest healed quickly. Jack took two steps back, and his only exposed eye narrowed, as if he was thinking about something.
But it was obvious that someone had already figured out the answer for him. Schiller, who was holding an umbrella and knife, did not look at those jackal monsters, but kept staring at Arthur. When his weird and weird voice sounded, the killing was like a flower.
