Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 45 A Quick Battle
As soon as he leapt out of the flames, two rays of light in the eyes of Kraven, who wore a golden glove on his left palm, turned from small to large, from dark to bright, as if they were lightning bolts that suddenly broke through the sky.
After attracting the attention of “Steel” McVitie’s group with his “paper double”, he had already turned on his “writhing hunger” and switched to the soul of the “interrogator”. He had already turned on his “Creeping Hunger” and switched to the soul of “Interrogator”, preparing to use his extraordinary ability of “Spirit Piercing”.
”Ah!”
”Steel” McVitie let out a scream, as if a knife had been plunged into his head, stirring up his grayish brain, and pain erupted from the depths of his soul, instantly occupying all his thoughts.
At the same time, his transcendent power burst out in response to the stress, turning into a hurricane that rolled in all directions.
Beautiful and dreamy snowflakes immediately fell in the midair, the ground continuously spread out transparent and crystalline ice, and the trees on both sides of the road were instantly hung with white prisms, and then quickly withered, revealing obvious traces of decay.
The lingering remnants of resentment were awakened one after another, whimpering, sobbing, and screaming, causing the vicinity to be dyed a gray and depressing color.
Klein naturally fell from mid-air, his left palm glove blooming with a brilliant light like the direct sun.
He opened his arms and tilted his body back as if embracing something.
His heels had just hit the chilly ground when a pure, blazing, thick pillar of light fell above him.
This divine radiance enveloped “Steel” McVitie, illuminating his tanned skin, his muscular body, and his curly hair, which looked like steel balls.
Priest of Light, “Sacred Light”!
Wordlessly, McVitie’s expression became more and more distorted, and the surface skin showed clear signs of melting.
At this moment, he was like a candle that had been thrown into a burning fireplace.
Compared to the uncontrolled Bishop Miller who was only contaminated, as a “living corpse”, he was more restrained and suffered more serious injuries when facing similar attacks!
The snowflakes stopped, the ice on the ground quickly dissolved, and the trees with their white ribs showed their brown color.
This powerful column of light undoubtedly attracted the attention of the “Scarlet Thorn” Huntley and Scorcher, the former face steeply changed, the palm of his hand into the dark bag, about to pull out the casting materials, with the advantage of condescending to rescue the “steel” McVitie.
Just at this time, his eyes suddenly jumped out of a pure flame crow.
One, two, three …… countless fire crows like red-colored stars, occupying Huntley’s field of vision, they flew from all directions, fluttering wings, densely packed, blazing heat.
Huntley s heart trembled, his eyes almost solidified, and his palm immediately changed direction and grabbed another material.
Brush!
He threw a cluster of tiny, pale blue powder above himself, while his mouth recited in a low voice in Ancient Hermetic:
”Ocean Waves!”
Those powders instantly swelled and turned into a dark blue wave that swept out in the surrounding area.
They met with the fire crows, emitting nuisance sounds and creating a large amount of white mist.
The wave of fire from the previous explosion had subsided slightly, and through the remnants of the crimson, Scor saw the “steel” McVitie, whose skin was melting like wax, and whose flesh was dissolving inch by inch, and saw the strange man in a black cloak facing him sideways.
He did not panic, like a cold-blooded snake that has lost this aspect of emotion, calmly raised his arms and violently pressed down his palms.
In an instant, he saw the thin-faced young man with the cold expression of a man sink and slow down, as if his wings for flying had been broken, while “Steel” McVitie began to struggle and roll over, trying to avoid the second round of Sacred Light.
Immediately afterward, Scull realized that his opponent had lost his weight and thickness, and was once again transformed into a paper-thin figure, crushed to the ground by an invisible force, and submerged in the slush of the melting ice.
Klein protruded from his other position, rubbing his right thumb and middle finger together in succession, snapping his fingers three times as he charged forward.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
There was a continuous flash of light on the surface of the dark golden brooch in the shape of a sunbird in front of him, attaching a purifying power to the air bullets.
Bang Bang Bang! These three bullets were tightly connected and extremely fast, hitting “Iron” McVitie, who was still quite slow in his movements, and hitting his right chest, penetrating the half-melted skin and flesh, creating an exaggerated, hideous wound with golden flames spreading out in all directions.
Whoosh! Scorcher threw scalpel after scalpel, but they were all dodged by Klein’s acrobatic dexterity in changing direction.
By this time, “Steel” McVitie had slowed down, and with a brace of his palms, he got back on his feet and headed straight for the enemy, to utilize his best close-combat abilities and his strange body that was not afraid of strikes.
Again the ice froze beneath his feet, and his fists had taken on the scent of decay.
Then, once again, he saw two bolts of lightning shoot like bullets from within Klein’s dark brown eyes and shine into his own pupils.
”Steel,” McVitie subconsciously tilted his head back and clenched his teeth, blood seeping outward all over his nostrils, mouth, and ears, interspersed with previously melted skin.
Klein had changed the soul of the grazer when he shot the air bullet.
It was still “Inquisitor”, and it was still “Psychic Piercing”!
Against the “walkers”, which are as extraordinary as steel, the damage on the spiritual level is more effective!
The consecutive blows made “Steel” McVitie lose the shackles of sanity while his body stiffened for a short period of time, his face sprouted a long, hard, black hair, his teeth and nails grew longer and longer, his skin wriggled and tried to coalesce, fading from dark to pale, like a real, crazy, blood-thirsty zombie!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kraven had already approached, shortened his body, brushed past “Steel” McVitie’s right side, and in the process shoved an object he was holding tightly in his palm into the grisly wound he had created, into the other man’s body.
It was a glass bottle with several brass-colored bullets strapped to it, containing a large quantity of the “Sun Holy Water” that Klein had prepared in advance!
Pfft!
Without stopping, Klein fails Scorcher’s attempts at control once again.
He spins on his heel and turns behind “Steel” McVitie, back to back.
Snap! He raises his right hand and snaps his fingers before “Steel” McVitie can pull out the glass bottle.
BANG!
A slight explosion rang out, red fire jumped, shattered the already fragile glass bottle, and a large amount of “Sun Holy Water” immediately poured into “Steel” McVitie’s body.
This reward amounted to as much as 6000 pounds of well-known pirates at once stiff in place, throat issued a moan of pain.
He fell to his knees with a thud, and a black-green gas continued to spread outward from his body, disappearing into the air.
Seeing this scene, Scor’s gaze sank, and he immediately pulled out a black iron-colored talisman and recited an ancient Hermetic word in a low voice:
”Tsunami!”
The sigil collapsed and disappeared, completing the sacrifice.
A tsunami of invisible sound swept away, boring into the ears of everyone around them in almost no particular order.
Klein’s mind buzzed, the end of his nose was cold, there was blood seeping out, “Scarlet Thorn” Huntley on the “flying carpet” was even more miserable, his face was twisted and his body convulsed as he collapsed, he couldn’t even let out a scream, but it was the “Flame” Huntley on the roof far away that was even more miserable. “Flame” Danez was not affected by anything, and threw out a ball of blazing white fire that had been compressed repeatedly with great joy.
The fireball landed on the unresisting Huntley and exploded with a bang.
Flesh and blood splattered violently outward, and fingers, calves, heads and other things entangled in the flames, fell downward, and the “flying carpet” then lost control, slowly sinking.
Scor took this opportunity to turn his head and run, without hesitation.
But, to his dismay, he realized that the horrible man who had nearly finished off Steel McVitie in ten seconds had not delayed a moment, but had turned around and was coming after him!
How? This is the “Whistling Charm” made by the Admiral! Without thinking about why, Scorcher ran as fast as he could down another street.
At that moment, he was suddenly struck in the head by the Man, and his body spasmed with excruciating pain.
The lightening in Klein’s eyes receded, and he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers again.
Bang!
An air bullet crossed a distance of about ten meters and accurately drilled into the back of Scor’s head.
Scotty didn’t have the inhuman endurance of Steel, his eyes suddenly went black, and he slowly fell down.
Klein took a few steps to catch up, poked out his left palm, and let the joyful “writhing hunger” start to enjoy the meal.
I have heard the voice of the “real Creator” and endured the cries for help from Mr. Door, so I have a strong resistance in this area, and even the whistling of the “ghost” itself can be quickly slowed down, let alone just a charm. Not to mention that it is only a spell …… Klein muttered silently to himself as he watched Scorcher’s body turn to flesh and blood and plunge into the gaping maw of the “writhing hunger”.
A few seconds later, the “writhing hunger” satisfied to stop, Klein quickly step back to the “steel” McVitie’s body.
The “walker” had been brutally purified, and although his head had not been broken, he had lost his life.
Klein took a few steps forward, picked up the peacock blue flying carpet that had fallen to the ground, wrapped it around Steel McVitie’s body, and lifted him up.
Looking back at the chaos of 15 Fragrant Tree Avenue, listening to the uncontrolled movement of the walkers and golems, and sensing that the “vicarious punishers” were approaching this way, Klein pulled the hood of his cloak, bowed slightly in that direction, and gave a salute.
Splat!
Klein rubbed his fingers together, and all the shredded paper around him was set on fire, raising a pillar of crimson flame.
Under the firelight, his body vaporized, turning into shadows along with the items, and disappeared into thin air.
As for the extraordinary characteristics of Skoll and Huntley that were slowly precipitating and coalescing, he didn’t bother to look or care.
Greed would cause one to fall into unnecessary danger, and the current harvest was enough!
After leaving some of the vicarious punishers to deal with the out-of-control zombie puppets, the pirates wounded by their “companions” and the captured extraordinary adventurers, Cordova Royer led the rest of the people and quickly arrived at this side, but they could only see the broken corpses scattered all over the ground, scattered scalpels, and wilted trees, and they could tell the slowly receding breath of the sun and the evil feeling originating from the depths of their flesh and blood. The sun’s breath was slowly receding and the sense of evil originating from the depths of flesh and blood.