Chapter 506: I Bloom in Slaughter (Part 1)

"Bang!"

The handle of the umbrella smashed hard into Marc's chin. 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 forward, wanting to check his condition, but a rustling sound came from behind.

Schiller stopped, propped the tip of the umbrella on the ground, and turned around, seeing Arthur, whom he had previously pierced through the throat, with purple light rising from his body. This light burst out from his eyes and the wound 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 his body 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 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 massive figure appear behind Arthur. He opened his falcon mouth and conveyed some information to Schiller:

"Egyptian gods possess the ability to control life and death. When a person's physical body dies but the soul has not yet reached 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 as we once did to Ammit..."

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

Khonshu began to feel somewhat 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 follow 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 cane made a "clack" sound, beginning to swing constantly.

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, with no intention of stopping at all. Schiller stood in place, quietly watching his performance, until the atmosphere became quiet and somewhat awkward, before 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 how he did it, the crocodile head had no intention of stopping at all. The crocodile heads on both sides swung faster and faster, almost swinging out afterimages. Arthur kept talking to the air, "Stop! Stop! Keep 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!"

"Zheng—"

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

The magic brilliance lit up from the tip of the staff. Arthur, who originally looked very gentle, became fierce. He held the staff like holding a knife, raised the scepter high, crocodile head facing down, and stabbed toward Schiller's shoulder close at hand.

"Bang!"

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

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

Just the moment he was stunned, the umbrella was retracted, and the sharp knife came out again. With a "chi-la" sound, the knife tip slashed from the collarbone on the side of the neck to the armpit. Immediately, 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 gushed out, only a mess of flesh and blood remained.

Arthur did not let out a scream, but 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 experienced agent like Marc can make a defensive posture in the shortest time after being injured, but there will still be a moment of delay. This is human instinct.

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

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

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

"Don't you feel pain?"

Schiller asked again with that strange voice and tone.

"Pious faith, fear no 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 somewhat annoyed because from beginning to end, he was the only one performing, as if the person opposite him was not an actor acting with him, but an audience member off stage.

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 passed, the flowing light it brought was brighter than the moonlight. The sharp knife broke through the air and rippled, just like an oar passing through the water surface.

With a "chi" sound, the knife tip inserted into Arthur's shoulder, along the strange patterns on the umbrella surface, and then moved forward. The hand holding the umbrella handle was fair and slender. The well-maintained fingers did not look like a professional killer.

When this hand held a pen, it would never feel as terrifying as it does 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 slashed downward.

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

Arthur opened his mouth wide and reached out to cover his bare shoulder. Schiller took two more 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 his expression was 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, light began to burst out from the wound where his arm broke.

And Schiller noticed that during 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, sprang upward, floated in mid-air, flew a distance backward, opened the distance with Schiller, and purple light flashed at the top of the cane.

In front of Schiller, a purple magic circle lit up, and a ferocious hand stretched out from the ground, grabbing the ground hard.

But just at this time, a sharp knife fell from the sky, directly piercing the ferocious palm. The sharp knife was pulled out, then slashed horizontally, and the palm was cut off. Black blood sprayed everywhere.

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

At the wound where the monster's palm was cut off, purple light also began to emerge, thereby repairing its limbs.

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 summoned jackal, its head just emerged from the magic circle, "brush" was a knife.

With a "chi-la" sound, the jackal's head flew out with gushing blood, falling in front of Arthur, rolling a few times, dying with eyes wide open.

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

Arthur muttered a strange ancient Egyptian language in his mouth, seemingly praying for power. Instantly, the purple light at the top of the staff flourished, 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 did not move, but he retracted the sharp knife at the front of the umbrella, then tapped the ground with the tip of the umbrella and said, "Stop sleeping." ===== CHAPTER 507 =====