Chapter 501 I Bloom in the Midst of Carnage (Part 1)

"Bang!"

The handle of the umbrella hit Mark's chin hard. When he was about to fall backwards, he took two steps back to balance his body. Then there was another "bang" and the handle of the umbrella hit his neck directly. With a "thump", Mark fell to the ground and fainted.

Schiller walked forward with the umbrella, wanting to check on him, but he heard a rustling sound behind him.

Schiller stopped, stuck the tip of the umbrella on the ground, turned around, and saw Arthur, who had been pierced in the throat by him before, with purple light on his body, and this light burst out from his eyes and the wounds left by Schiller.

The glowing place was like a large spotlight, and the trajectory of the light was clearly visible in the dark night. Arthur slowly floated up, stood up in the air, and the cane inlaid with a crocodile head flew back to his hand. When he opened his eyes again in mid-air, his long hair fluttered without 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 that showed that he had died once, no one could tell what he had just experienced.

Schiller stood opposite him with an umbrella in his hand, watching this strange 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 there was no possibility of fake death. But just now, he was resurrected again.

At this time, Schiller saw that Khonsu's terrifying huge figure appeared behind Arthur. He opened his falcon-headed mouth and conveyed some information to Schiller:

"The Egyptian gods have the ability to control 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 so do I..."

"Don't try to kill him, control him, imprison him, and seal him up, just like we did to Amit..."

The voice of the moon god always has a hazy echo, as if it came from the moonlight, but Schiller did not give any response, he just stared at Arthur.

Khonsu began to hesitate. He felt that he seemed to have made the wrong choice. He wanted a personality that could fight, not one that only knew how to fight.

The indifference in Schiller's eyes told Khonsu that he did not intend to listen to his advice, but still wanted to kill Arthur.

But for some reason, Kongsu did not stop him. He just disappeared silently. At the same time, Arthur raised his cane, 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 swung more and more violently, with no intention of stopping. Schiller stood there and watched his performance quietly until the atmosphere quieted down and became a little awkward. Arthur took the cane in front of his eyes with some doubts, and then tried to hold down the swinging crocodile head with his other hand.

But no matter what he did, the crocodile head showed no intention of stopping. The crocodile heads on both sides swung faster and faster, almost leaving a shadow. Arthur kept talking to the air: "Stop! Stop! Keep your balance and judge him!"

After performing a one-man show for half a day, he finally realized that something was wrong. Arthur grinned and gritted his teeth. He grabbed the scepter that was already somewhat out of control with both hands and said: "Give me strength, let me judge him!"

"Zheng--"

The umbrella knife with a metallic luster collided with the crocodile head on the top of the cane. Arthur held the cane in his backhand, crossed his arms, and blocked the sharp knife that attacked again. His eyes lit up, and the shadow of the crocodile face loomed on his face.

The light of magic lit up from the tip of the cane. Arthur, who originally looked very gentle, became fierce. He held the cane like a knife, raised the cane high, and stabbed Schiller's shoulder with the crocodile head facing down.

"Bang!"

The umbrella opened, and the sharp magic light passed through the umbrella with a weird snakeskin pattern. The friction sound was a bit harsh, but the cane did not leave any marks on the umbrella.

Arthur, who was staring at the attack, saw that the pattern on the snakeskin umbrella that blocked him began to rotate strangely, with the power to confuse people.

Just when he was stunned, the umbrella was put away, and the sharp knife came out again. With a "sizzle", the tip of the knife cut from the collarbone on the side of the neck to the armpit, and blood flowed like a river.

The blade was too sharp. When the wound just opened, the blood had not had time to flow out. At that moment, the fascia covering the bone could be seen, and when the blood spurted out, there was only a bloody lake.

Arthur did not scream, but only roared. Schiller, who succeeded in one blow, 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, people will have many stress responses when facing pain, such as contracting muscles, curling up, and covering wounds. Even a well-trained agent like Mark can make a defensive posture 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 low roar he made was more like anger at his failure to defend, rather than pain from the wound.

The light bloomed from the wound again, and soon, the wound created by Schiller healed.

Arthur showed a mocking smile and said, "You want to defeat an ascetic with pain, you are dreaming!"

"Won't you feel the pain?"

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Schiller asked again in that weird voice and tone.

"With devout faith, fear no pain!" Arthur raised his cane and shouted: "Being able to judge the criminals is the best 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 the only one performing, as if the person opposite him was not an actor playing against him, but an audience member in the audience.

Schiller's performance, which was not at all into the play, ignited Arthur's anger. Just when he was about to say something to stimulate Schiller, a black shadow flashed by that was so fast that he could not see it.

When the blade passed by, the stream of light it brought was brighter than the moonlight, and the sharp knife cut through the air and caused ripples, just like an oar across the water.

With a "swish", the tip of the knife pierced 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 this hand held the pen, it would never be as terrifying as it is now. As the blue veins spread from the arm to the back of the hand, Schiller twisted his hands, then pulled out the umbrella knife and chopped it down.

With a "click", Arthur's right arm broke at the shoulder and flew out with the cane in his hand.

Arthur opened his mouth and reached out to cover his bare shoulder. Schiller took two steps back and began to observe Arthur's reaction.

Now, he was sure that Arthur had no pain reaction, not because of the faith he said could heal all pain, but because he really couldn't feel pain.

Arthur's face was pale and hideous. He turned his head and looked at the arm and scepter that were hit and flew out.

His long hair covered his face, making him look like a dishevelled devil, but at the same time, the wound on his broken arm began to emit light again.

Schiller noticed that during the process of limb repair, the light became stronger than before and took longer.

After Arthur's arm recovered, he waved his hand and the scepter flew over again. He found that the man opposite was a crazy murderer and could not communicate at all, so he did not intend to use those tricks to deceive believers.

He bent his knees slightly, bounced up, and after floating in the air, he flew back a distance, distanced himself from Schiller, and the top of the cane flashed purple light.

In front of Schiller, a purple magic circle lit up, and a hideous hand stretched out from the ground and grabbed the ground fiercely.

But at this moment, a sharp knife fell from the sky and pierced the hideous palm directly. The sharp knife was pulled out and cut parallel to it, and the palm was cut off, and black blood sprayed everywhere.

The monster screamed and retracted its arm. Arthur froze in place. He grabbed the staff with both hands and concentrated his attention. The purple light became more and more intense.

The wound on the monster's palm that was cut off also began to emit purple light, thus repairing its limbs.

This time, the monster learned to be smart. It no longer pretended to be cool and made a prelude to revival. Instead, it wanted to crawl out of the magic circle directly.

But the magic circle appeared on the ground. If this monster wanted to come out, it couldn't be upside down. It must have appeared head first.

The summoned jackal's head just emerged from the magic circle, and it was "swish" with a knife.

With a "swish", the jackal's head flew out with gushing blood and fell in front of Arthur. It rolled several times and died with its eyes open.

Schiller retracted the umbrella knife again and looked at Arthur. Arthur stood there, swallowed his saliva, raised the staff again, and said to Schiller: "You damn murderer! You forced me to do this..."

Arthur murmured a strange ancient Egyptian language, as if praying for strength. In an instant, the top of the staff glowed purple, 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 directly and slowly approached Schiller.

Schiller still did not move, but he put away the sharp knife at the front of the umbrella, then knocked the ground with the tip of the umbrella and said: "Don't sleep."

Following his line of sight, Mark, who had been knocked unconscious by him before, slowly climbed up, or rather, it was not Mark who climbed up, but another personality hidden in his body, Jack.

When Jack stood up, he instinctively touched his chin with his hand. The slight pain there did not make him retreat, but stimulated him even more.

Originally, Mark, like all the 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 killer.

He didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand, and the moonlight condensed into a bandage and wrapped around him.

This suit is different from Mark's moonlight suit. There is no mysterious chest armor, no handsome cloak and hood, only the mummified bandage cloth wrapped around the whole body. Only the right eye is exposed, flashing a heart-warming red light.

If Mark's moonlight form can still be called the moonlight knight, then Jack's moonlight form can only be called the moonlight killer.

And his behavior lived up to this terrifying outfit. He clenched his hands in the air, and two long scimitars appeared in his hands. Silver light flashed, and the blades intersected. With a "swish", the scimitars pierced into the chest of a jackal monster.

As the scimitars were pulled out, the strange purple light appeared again, and the wound on the jackal's chest healed quickly. Jack took two steps back, and the only eye that was exposed narrowed, as if thinking about something.

But it was obvious that someone had already come up with the answer for him. Schiller, holding the umbrella knife, did not look at the jackal monsters, but kept staring at Arthur. When his strange and weird voice sounded, killing bloomed like a flower.

"Tear them apart."