Arnold, who was also in the cemetery, threw out a punch and directly knocked down the monster in front of him that was almost identical to the one Brian met. There was no essential difference between the two, mainly due to some detailed factors, such as this one
There is no big hole in the monster's chest.
"The ability to control the dead... is your profession a 'corpse collector'?" Arnold casually glanced at the three corpses gradually surrounding him, then he kicked up and kicked the corpse that had just been knocked down 3 meters away.
On the tombstone.
At other times, he would not have such powerful power. The reason why he can do it now is because the characteristic of the "Midnight Poet" is that in a dark environment, he can obtain substantial enhancements including extraordinary abilities.
Without any hesitation, Arnold dodged his body and quickly escaped from the surroundings of the three corpses. He came to the corpse before it had time to get up, and immediately stepped on its fragile legs.
The undead are creatures with strong vitality but fragile bodies.
In an instant, the corpse lying on the ground stopped roaring and completely lost all traces of movement. Arnold accidentally glanced at it. He knew that the corpse would not really die. He guessed that it should be the "corpse collector" hiding in the dark.
Gain control over the dead.
"I don't know what happened to Brian, he can't deal with such a thing..." Arnold muttered worriedly, put on his windbreaker, turned to look at the remaining three corpses, and gently shook the hair on his wrist.
dust.
At this moment, the three corpses were scattered and standing motionless, making low roars from time to time, and seemed to have no intention of continuing to attack. But Arnold knew that this situation was only temporary, otherwise this sudden attack would be meaningless.
As expected, the large branches and leaves around the cemetery shook in the wind, and there was a slightly harsh "rustling" sound. Three spiritual bodies hidden in the shade of the trees flew out from them and flew at extremely fast speeds.
Speed drilled into the three corpses and merged with them.
Then the shriveled and rotten body of the dead body expanded rapidly, the necrotic organs in the body gradually recovered, and the blood filled up little by little, showing vitality, and soon reached the body level of a normal person.
The next second, the rotten bodies of the three corpses collapsed and were blown everywhere in the cemetery, revealing their fair skin, strong bodies, and flowing long hair, as agile as a newborn baby.
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But the only thing that hasn't changed is that their eyes are still empty and without spirituality, just like the fools and lunatics in the corner of Puse City.
"This doesn't seem to be a 'corpse collector' ability... Is it an extraordinary item, or are there two professionals on the other side?" The changes in the three corpses were strange enough, beyond recognition. Arnold became vigilant in an instant and couldn't help but step back.
, while looking at the three new monsters that have escaped from the range of the dead.
However, the other party didn't seem to want to let Arnold take it easy. The three corpses immediately started their limbs after being "reborn" and attacked Arnold at a speed that exceeded that of ordinary people.
"This speed..." Faced with an attack that was not too unexpected, Arnold had to concentrate on his instinct and blocked them all with the fighting skills he usually trained.
But he did not fight back, but passively moved to dodge, or block when necessary. This was done to find out the opponent's strength, and to distract part of his attention from the periphery to be alert to possible surprises.
After all, the other party is likely to have two professionals, so this is something you must be careful about.
After a brief battle, Arnold had an estimate of the physical strength of the new zombies. It would not be difficult to defeat them all, but it would take a certain amount of time. He was not anxious about this, because he only had to wait for Captain Catherine to come to support him.
That's fine, there's no need to fight to the death with the other party now.
The only thing that needs to be worried about is Brian's safety, but Arnold has no good way, or even no way. Because the special environment he is currently in, that is, the cemetery, is an illusion between reality and fiction.
, he couldn't crack it at all, so he couldn't say how to save people.
As far as the current situation is concerned, it is already a relatively good situation for Arnold.
At the edge of the cemetery, on a thick branch, an old man with white hair, wearing a casual gray robe, and a silver-gray whistle hanging on his chest was watching everything happening in the cemetery with turbid gray pupils.
In his eyes, the eerie cemetery was divided into two parts, overlapping on the left and right without affecting each other.
The old man casually glanced at the young man in the cemetery wearing a black suit and a top hat of the same color, and then turned to look at the other side of the cemetery. In his opinion, the young man who had used up all six bullets in his revolver,
Already on the verge of death, I saw the majestic figure of the Lord.
After several rounds of attacks, the three undead corpses were unable to restrain Arnold with ordinary force, so the old man used other tricks. He reached out and picked up the whistle on his chest and put it into his mouth, blowing it gently, and a sound filled with spiritual energy came out.
The whistle that can only be heard by the human body echoes in the cemetery.
The three corpses sensed a special sound and some special power, and immediately made different actions. Flames suddenly surged from one of their palms, forming a long knife;
The waves rose and turned into a suit of water armor; one body shone with light, and the faint "crackling" sound of electricity could be heard.
"Um?"
Frightened by the sudden accident, Arnold did not dare to keep his hand. He immediately jumped into the air and jumped out of the surrounding area. He clasped his hands in the air and chanted in a low voice:
"I am a giant in the dusk. My shoulders are as high as the sun and my body is as wide as the mountains. My power is endless, enough to shake all the mountains in the world!"
The poem as magnificent as mountains and rivers was spit out, and in an instant it was given a special meaning by the extraordinary. Arnold's body suddenly expanded after the words completely fell, and the whole person became a 5-meter-tall giant in proportion, and his clothes also expanded together.
Then, Arnold, who instantly transformed into a giant, lost his lightness and no longer flew backwards. Instead, he fell into the cemetery like a hill, crushing several stone tablets and kicking up layers of dust.
But even so, the three corpses didn't have any fear, and still rushed forward desperately. Because they had died long ago, and what remained was their souls that had lost their memories and didn't know themselves.
Without hesitation, Arnold kicked out with his huge right foot, directly kicking away the corpse holding the flaming sword. Then he lowered his body and punched the corpse attached to the water element into the mud warrior. And with a
The lightning elemental Gat relied on his burst of speed to avoid the impact and jumped in front of him.
Without any panic, Arnold's amber eyes flashed, and a gray, insubstantial cloak appeared out of thin air over the cemetery, about to wrap up the last corpse!
But as soon as the "Gray Hidden Cloak" made a move, a hoarse yet loud song sounded from the edge of the cemetery woods. The song was emotionally charged and had a warm rhythm, and it quickly spread throughout the forest cemetery and in Arnold's mind.
At this moment, Arnold only felt that his mind was turbulent one after another. Every time a high note appeared in the song, it was like a sharp knife being inserted into his eyebrows, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
It is precisely because of this influence that the "Gray Hidden Cloak" temporarily lost control, canceled the action of wrapping the dead body, and stood in the air like a fool. The unblocked dead body exploded with all its strength, gathering the thunder and lightning around it in the palm of its hand.
, and punched Arnold in the face, which was bigger than the window.
Due to the inertial blessing brought by speed and the lightning strike of the electric arc, the power of this punch was naturally not too small, and it directly shattered part of Arnold's palatine and nasal bones. But for him who used poetry to "giantize", in addition to
It won't do much except for the pain.
This punch did not affect his judgment. Arnold immediately stabilized his body, stretched out his giant hand to grab the corpse's ankle, and threw it out in the direction of the singing!
Looking at the growing figure of the corpse flying from the cemetery, the old man immediately retracted his hands on his chest, stopped singing, and jumped to another tree fork quickly and steadily. Then he continued to look at Arnold
position, and at the same time glanced at the other two corpses being beaten, and then asked in his heart:
"Great Lord! Do you need to continue?"
An illusory, low, genderless voice responded in his heart: "Continue...and try to pray to me..."
"Follow your will!" The old man covered his chest with his hands and bowed solemnly to the void. Then he closed his eyes and prayed devoutly in a hoarse voice:
"A wandering and vain spirit."
"To hold the souls of the dead."
"The Eternal Lord."
"I pray for your attention, I pray for your help, I pray for your favor."
As the old man's words fell, cold winds blew from the cemetery and the forest one after another. It blew the old man's white hair; it blew Arnold's clothes; it blew Brian's wounds; it also blew
It touched everyone's heartstrings.
The crimson moon was obscured by the shamanic clouds blown by the wind. Only a little bit of red light could penetrate the clouds, and shine on the earth, giving the slightest glimmer of light.
The old man's cloudy eyes turned red, quickly filling his eyeballs, and his old and booklike temperament also changed instantly, giving people a cold, terrifying, and weird feeling.
When this change was over, he kept twisting his neck and hand joints, making a crisp "pop" sound, like a child who had just received a new "toy".
Without the only light source, Arnold felt that he was a little stronger, and he punched out, shattering the corpse's water armor and shattering the body together, completely losing the ability to move.
Then he felt his inspiration beating wildly, warning him that something very dangerous was about to happen. Almost instinctively, he looked towards the edge of the cemetery and saw an old man in gray robe walking out slowly.
"Finally you are willing to show up!" Arnold looked solemn and asked in a cold tone: "Who are you? What is the purpose of coming to Puze City?"
He didn't naively want to get the answer from the old man's mouth now, it was more out of a habit when he was an inspector.
The old man who was walking did not respond. Instead, he looked up at the hill-like giant in front of him with an expressionless face. He made a continuous low sound of "woo woo" in his mouth, like a resentful spirit in a weird novel, using his voice to create chaos.
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The sound reached Arnold's ears. He did not feel the unbearable tearing feeling like before, but he still instinctively became vigilant. Then he deliberately wanted to interrupt the other party, but before he could take action, he saw a tombstone.
A figure floated out from the middle, forming a physical figure in front of the old man.
The figure is tall, two meters tall. He is a middle-aged man with brown hair and brown eyes, and a beard under his nose. He wears a silver helmet and silver armor, with a bright red robe swaying behind him!
"Iron-blooded knight of the Kingdom of Chanas?" Arnold, who had a body like a hill, narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the mark on the knight's armor in front of him, a mark made of a pool of blood and a long sword.
It doesn't look like a real body, it seems like a spiritual body has temporarily transformed into a physical form... What a weird ability.
Did you hold back before?
Before Arnold could think about it, this iron-blooded knight with no name and no eyesight exuded a kind of bloodthirsty madness. Then he strode forward, dragging the blood-red knight with a powerful gesture like chasing the stars and chasing the moon.
took off his cloak and rushed towards him directly!
Listening to the heavy sound of the collision of armor echoing in his ears, Arnold took a deep breath, and without being too afraid, his body the size of a mountain faced him head-on in a semi-crouched state, and trampled all the stone tablets he passed to pieces!
The two movements ranged greatly, but in the blink of an eye they had collided with each other. Immediately, their hands tensed up at the same time, trying to knock the other down with overwhelming force, but after a moment of struggle, they fell into
Stalemate.
The old man with white hair and gray robes watching the battle inadvertently showed a hint of surprise, but this emotion was quickly restrained and turned into a smile.
His mouth suddenly became flat, and the ghostly "Woo" sound sounded again in the cemetery. Soon, another spirit body that was difficult for ordinary people to detect rushed out of the stone tablet. To be precise, it came from the dust under the stone tablet.
Float out.
The next moment, the spirit body gradually materialized and turned into a young man with blond hair, wearing a white priest's robe, and a kind and kind expression. The young man put his hands together on his chest, closed his eyes tightly, and chanted obscure words in his mouth.
of mantras.
As the mantra fell over and over again, a dazzling golden light bloomed around the young priest's body. This golden light did not have any special extraordinary ability, but it was bright enough to illuminate the entire cemetery, forming a ray of light.
A small place that never sleeps.
The golden light fell on Arnold, and the blessing of the night that had existed from the beginning to now disappeared. The power of his "Midnight Poet" also dropped suddenly in an instant. At the same time, his body shape also changed from the original 5 meters to just over 4 meters. This
It comes from absolute restraint in the extraordinary realm.
Before he could make any reaction, Arnold was thrown out by the huge force coming from the Iron-Blooded Knight's arm, and he hit the fence of a big tree at the edge, letting out a muffled groan that came from his body's instinct.
At this time, due to the pain in his back and spine, his half-collapsed face couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood that wasn't too bright. It was also at this moment that the extraordinary abilities given to him by poetry gradually dissipated and he returned to his normal self.
appearance.
Suddenly, the big tree in the cemetery next to Arnold shook its thick branches, and extended outward little by little, like flexible tentacles, binding Arnold's whole body, lifting him up and hanging him under the treetop.
The old man stepped forward and waved his hand gently. The iron-blooded knight and the young priest who were realized by the spirit slowly faded and returned to their own stone tomb.
Then he walked up to Arnold and said in a low and hoarse voice: "You have two choices, be my favored one, or be my servant after death."
The corner of Arnold's mouth twitched when he was hanging in mid-air. He didn't know whether it was because of the pain in his body or because he was frightened by the old man's speech. He was silent for a moment. When he saw that the other party had no intention of continuing to speak, he became silent again and made a gesture.
As if thinking.
Who is this person? He actually said the words "Be my favored one". Is he really a hidden existence from a distant era?
What on earth does He want to do?
However, His condition doesn't seem to be very good. It seems that he just performed some kind of simple coming ceremony. His power is not complete, and accordingly, it cannot last for long.
The captain should be able to save me when he comes, maybe...
The old man smiled when he saw this: "Don't try to delay time, otherwise I will choose the latter for you."
"Who are you? And why do you need me to be your favored one?" Knowing that his mind had been figured out, Arnold did not deliberately remain silent this time, but plucked up the courage to ask. At the same time, he also confirmed one thing in his heart, that is, the situation in front of him
This person's condition is really not good, otherwise he wouldn't have said such a thing.
As he thought about it, he was frightened by his random thoughts. Unknowingly, he wanted to escape from the presence of a person who might be a god.
The old man's blood-red eyes flashed, and he said impatiently: "This is not something you should know now, so what is your choice?"
"Oh, damn!" Arnold sighed, closed his eyes silently, and said nothing more. After that, he began to lose life and vitality. His skin slowly dried and shrank strangely, and gradually stuck to his bones.
Just when Arnold was about to become a corpse and about to completely lose his life, a squirming blood clot the size of a fist squeezed out of the shriveled skin, jumped on the old man's face, and quickly passed through his mouth and nose.
The organs entered the skull.
All this happened so quickly that the two "people" present did not react, let alone take any action.
After understanding what had happened, Arnold, who was not in human form, smiled, and then saw the strange old man falling suddenly, and an illusory spirit body with an unclear face floated out of it.
Suddenly, Arnold, who saw this spirit body, felt a strong impact, his eyes became crazy, and he let out a ferocious cry of "ahhhhhhhhhhh", and his body, which was almost exhausted, began to move erratically.
After the flying spirit body stayed in the air for a moment, it was blown away by the wind like a cloud, without any trace, leaving only a sentence spoken in Guvik language. The words were plain and vague, and not a single trace could be heard.
feelings:
"I remember you..."
At this time, Brian Morris, who was wearing a black suit, holding a revolver in his hand, and covered with scars all over his body, was sitting on a stone monument to rest. Not far from him, there were three smashed bodies.
Dead body fragments.
After meeting the first corpse, two more corpses crawled out of the soil and attacked him. At first, he was planning to run away to delay time and wait for rescue.
But after a long time, nothing came, and his heart sank. With no other choice, he managed to survive by relying on his fierce strength and the revolver in his hand.
He once thought about finding a way out of this weird cemetery, but after approaching the edge of the cemetery, each of the unusually thick trees moved, preventing him from leaving.
During this period, Brian also thought about using the magic lamp and making a second wish to save himself and his teammates. However, due to the number of people, such a wish was counted as three wishes. He could not realize it at all, so he reluctantly gave up the idea.
As for making other wishes to achieve the purpose of leaving, Brian also thought about it, but considering Borg's distorted wishes and not knowing the specific situation of his teammates, he chose to give up.
"I don't know what happened to Arnold, but with his level, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with these things, right?" Brian looked around, thinking with both worry and hope.
But before he could finish his emotion, he saw the cemetery in front of him shattered like a mirror, transforming back into the original college and back downstairs in the teachers' area.
"This is...recovered! Did Arnold win?" Brian looked around excitedly, firstly to confirm whether he was really out of trouble, and secondly to look for his two teammates.
Soon, he saw two figures lying under the streetlight in the teachers' area.
Brian's heart immediately tightened and he hurriedly ran in that direction. But just after running halfway, a tall figure with long blond wavy hair and a white robe silently appeared in front of him.
Appeared in the light of the roadside.
Brian, who was running, immediately recognized the person through his memory: "Ms. Catherine!"
"Yes." Catherine Motley nodded silently, then gently picked up Arnold who fell on the ground, and said to Brian: "Arnold was seriously injured. I will take him back for treatment now. You wait here for the inspector.
Come over and cooperate with them to complete the finishing work."
Brian was slightly startled, and without asking any unnecessary nonsense, he nodded blankly: "Okay."
After briefly explaining the matter, Ms. Catherine left the college with Arnold in her arms and returned to the "Catherine Performance Group".
"Since Ms. Catherine is safe, who is the other one lying on the ground?"
Brian continued to move forward curiously, and through the streetlight he saw an old man with white hair and gray robes, lying miserably on the ground. The old man's expression was ferocious, with seven parts including his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
They are all bleeding constantly.
Brian was just about to look back, but he found that the other person's face looked very familiar. After careful identification, he saw the other person's identity:
"It's Professor Wade Ockham from the History Department. It turns out he has a problem. What happened?"