Chapter 506: I Bloom in Slaughter (Part 1)

"Bang!"

The handle of the umbrella smashed heavily onto Marc's chin. Just as he was about to fall backward, he took two steps back, balanced his body, and then with another "bang," the umbrella handle hit his neck directly. With a "thump," Marc fell to the ground and passed out.

Schiller carried the umbrella and walked up, wanting to check his situation, but a rustling sound came from behind.

Schiller stopped, propped the umbrella tip on the ground, turned around, and saw Arthur, whom he had just pierced through the throat, with purple light rising from his body, shooting out from his eyes and the wounds Schiller had left.

The glowing places were like large spotlights, and the trajectory of the light was clearly visible in the dark night. Arthur floated up slowly, stood straight in the air, and the cane embedded with the crocodile head flew back into his hand. When he opened his eyes again in mid-air, that long hair danced without wind.

Arthur landed, slowly raised his head, and let out a long breath. There were no wounds on his body anymore. If it weren't for the blood stained on his clothes indicating that he had died once, no one would be able to tell what he had just encountered.

Schiller carried the umbrella and stood opposite him, watching this eerie resurrection ritual. 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 absolutely no possibility of fake death. But just now, he had resurrected again.

At this time, Schiller saw Khonshu's terrifying huge figure appear behind Arthur. He opened his falcon-head mouth and conveyed some information to Schiller:

"Egyptian gods possess the ability to control the space between life and death. When a person's flesh dies but the soul has not yet gone to the other shore, they can be resurrected. Ammit possesses such ability, and so do I..."

"Do not try to kill him. Control him, imprison him, seal him up, just like we once did to Ammit..."

The Moon God's voice always carried a hazy echo, as if coming from the moonlight, but Schiller did not give any response, just staring at Arthur.

Khonshu began to feel a bit hesitant. He felt that he seemed to have chosen the wrong person. He wanted a personality that could fight, not one that only knew how to fight.

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

But for some reason, Khonshu did not stop him. He just disappeared silently. At the same time, Arthur raised his cane high, and the crocodile head scale on the top of the cane made a "clack" sound, constantly swinging.

The scale tattoo on Arthur's arm also began to shake. He shouted, "I will judge you! Sinner!"

The crocodile scale swung more and more violently, showing no sign of stopping. Schiller stood in place, quietly watching his performance. Until the atmosphere became quiet and a bit awkward, Arthur took the cane to his eyes somewhat confusedly, and then attempted to press the constantly swinging crocodile head with his other hand.

But no matter what he did, the crocodile head showed no sign of stopping. The crocodile heads on both sides swung faster and faster, almost shaking out afterimages. Arthur kept talking to the air, "Stop! Stop! Maintain balance, judge him!"

After he performed a one-man show for a long time, he finally realized something was wrong. Arthur bared his teeth and bit his teeth. He grabbed the scepter that was already somewhat out of control with both hands and said, "Give me power, let me judge him!"

"Zing—"

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

The brilliance 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 scepter high, crocodile head down, and stabbed at Schiller's shoulder close at hand.

"Bang!"

The umbrella opened, and the sharp magic luster brushed across the umbrella surface with exotic snake skin patterns. The friction sound was a bit harsh, but the cane left no traces on the umbrella surface.

Arthur, who was staring at the attack point, saw the snake skin umbrella surface blocking him, and the patterns began to rotate eerily, possessing the power to confuse people's hearts.

Just at the moment he was stunned, the umbrella was closed, and the sharp knife came out again. With a "slash," the knife tip slid from the collarbone on the side of the neck to the armpit. Instantly, blood flowed like a river.

The blade was too sharp. When the wound just burst open, the blood hadn't had time to gush out. At that moment, one could see the fascia covering the bones, and when the blood erupted, only a mess of flesh and blood remained.

Arthur did not let out a scream, just let out a low roar. Schiller, who had succeeded in one blow, did not advance again, but took two steps back.

He looked at Arthur's reaction with some curiosity. Obviously, this reaction was not normal.

Although not everyone will scream after being injured, people will have many stress responses when facing pain, such as contracting muscles, curling up the body, and covering the wound in the first time. Even an agent like Marc, who has been well-trained, can make a defensive posture in the shortest time after being injured, but he will still have a moment of delay. This is human instinct.

But Arthur did not. The low roar he made was more like anger at his failure to defend, rather than feeling pain from the wound.

Light bloomed from the wound again, and soon, the wound Schiller created healed.

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

"Don't you feel pain?"

Schiller asked again in that weird voice and tone.

"Pious faith, fearless of all pain!" Arthur raised his cane and shouted, "Being able to judge sinners is the medicine that heals all wounds!"

After shouting, Arthur found that Schiller was still staring at him expressionlessly. He felt a bit annoyed, because from beginning to end, he was the only one performing, as if the person opposite him was not an actor acting opposite him, but an audience member offstage.

Schiller's performance of not entering the play at all ignited Arthur's anger. Just as he was about to say something to stimulate Schiller, a black shadow faster than he could see flashed by.

When the blade swept by, the flowing light it brought was brighter than the moonlight. The sharp knife broke the air and rippled, like an oar sliding across the water surface.

With a "chi" sound, the knife tip inserted into Arthur's shoulder, moving forward along the exotic patterns on the umbrella surface. The hand holding the umbrella handle was fair and slender, and the well-maintained fingers didn't look like those of a professional killer.

When this hand was holding a pen, it would never feel as terrifying as it did now. As the blue veins spread from the arm to the back of the hand, Schiller twisted with both hands, then pulled out the umbrella knife, and then chopped downward.

With a "clack," Arthur's right arm broke at the shoulder, flying out together with the cane in his hand.

Arthur opened his mouth wide, reaching out to cover his bald shoulder. Schiller took two more steps back and began to observe Arthur's reaction.

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

Arthur's face was pale, his expression ferocious. He turned his head and looked at the arm and scepter that had been knocked away.

Long hair covered his face, making him look like a disheveled evil ghost. But at the same time, the wound where his limb broke began to burst with light again.

And Schiller noticed that in the process of limb repair, the light became stronger than before, and the time required was also longer.

After Arthur's arm recovered, he beckoned, and the scepter flew back. He found that the person opposite him was completely a crazy murderer and could not communicate at all. Therefore, he did not intend to use those words to fool believers anymore.

He bent his knees slightly, bounced upward, and after hovering in mid-air, flew back a distance, opening the distance from Schiller. The top of the 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 just at this time, a sharp knife fell from the sky, directly piercing the ferocious palm. The knife was pulled out, and then sliced horizontally. The palm was cut off, and black blood sprayed everywhere.

The monster let out a scream and pulled its arm back directly. Arthur was stunned in place. He grabbed the magic staff with both hands, concentrated his attention, and the purple light became more and more intense.

The wound where the monster's palm was cut off also began to emit purple light, thereby repairing its limb.

This time, the monster learned to be smart, no longer playing cool, doing any prelude to recovery, but directly wanting to crawl out of the magic circle.

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

The head of the summoned jackal just emerged from the magic circle, and with a "brush," there was a knife.

With a "slash" sound, the jackal's head flew out with the erupting blood, rolling a few times in front of Arthur, dead without closing its eyes.

Schiller retracted the umbrella knife again and looked at Arthur. Arthur stood in place, swallowed, raised his magic staff again, and said to Schiller, "You damn murderer! This is what you forced me to do..."

Arthur muttered a weird ancient Egyptian language in his mouth, seemingly praying for power. Instantly, the top of the magic staff shone with purple light, and several magic circles appeared a few meters away from Schiller.

The speed of the magic circle's operation was obviously accelerated, and more than a dozen jackal monsters jumped out directly, slowly forcing toward Schiller.

Schiller still didn't move, but he retracted the sharp knife at the front of the umbrella, then knocked on the ground with the umbrella tip and said, "Stop sleeping." ===== CHAPTER 507 =====