Chapter 507: I Bloom in Slaughter (Part 2)

The sentence "tear them apart" sounds like a subjunctive mood, often used in mobilization orders, and it is indeed very imposing, at least to ordinary people.

But perhaps there is some tacit understanding in thinking among murderers. Jake didn't simply treat this as a horn for war; he understood what Schiller wanted to express, which was the literal "tear them apart."

If a type of monster possesses self-healing ability, then the best way to deal with them is not piercing, but cutting, because no self-healing ability can recover limbs without an upper limit. To be more extreme, self-healing ability cannot save dumpling filling.

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

Every time Jake swung his scimitar, the blade light was like a new moon hanging in the sky. When several new moons swung around him, they were like petals wrapping around him, blooming outward bit by bit.

The first jackal monster touched by the blade light was slashed on the neck, chest cavity, abdominal cavity, and right thigh. The fur and muscles failed to defend successfully, and the bones did not make the scimitar stop. The blade light of the Moon Murderer swept past, just like cutting a piece of half-melted butter.

When Jake's figure flashed behind that monster, under the moonlight, the monster collapsed behind him like blocks stacked by a child.

On the cross-section of the limb fragments, purple light flickered constantly. But this self-healing ability fell into an awkward situation, because the corpse fragments cut out by Jake were basically the same size. No matter which piece was used as raw material to resurrect this monster, at least 90% of the flesh had to be fabricated out of thin air.

After the purple light flickered twice, it was like running out of electricity, disappearing completely. And those bloody fragments also turned into black water, disappearing into the cracks in the ground.

Schiller, who was watching there, turned his head back. Arthur also withdrew his gaze. The two looked at each other. At the moment their eyes met, Arthur suddenly discovered what Schiller was going to do.

The miserable state of the monster being dismembered appeared in his mind. How Arthur wished he were really a fanatic who could use faith as the last line of psychological defense, but he wasn't.

Or rather, even if he were a fanatic, when witnessing a god with supreme power, there are things that cannot be saved, and he would also feel fear.

Seeing the moon symbol on Marc's chest, Arthur gritted his teeth and said, "Khonshu... Khonshu... you hypocritical thief, look at what you have done!"

"You personally created two sinners! Hopeless murderous maniacs..." Arthur didn't even notice that his tone carried some trembling.

At this time, he found that Schiller, carrying the umbrella knife, began to approach him at a slow speed.

Changing from the speed that made people dizzy during the surprise attack before, Schiller began to walk forward one step at a time. When his leather shoes stepped on the ground, the water pools left by the monsters melting reflected his leather shoes and neat trouser legs.

The blade dragged across the ground. In the reflection of the mirror-like blade, the moonlight climbed upward from the soles of his feet bit by bit, and the dark suit was dyed silver bit by bit.

When the umbrella knife was lifted and held vertically in front of Schiller, one side of the blade reflected Schiller, who had put on the mouth iron mask again, and the other side reflected Arthur's collapsing expression.

The two were already close at hand, separated only by an umbrella. This long approach process had completely destroyed Arthur's psychological defense. He fell, trembled, and began to scream.

Arthur is a doctor and a cultist, and also a cult pope. But for a natural-born murderer, all people except their own kind are prey, victims full of flaws.

Lock onto the target, test repeatedly, find weaknesses.

Harm, torture, oppress, until the other party is afraid, collapses, and loses humanity.

Let them degenerate from humans into beasts that only know how to roar and cry, following instinct to avoid, all kinds of emotions, leaving only fear.

These natural-born psychopaths can obtain unparalleled pleasure from this process, which is the fuel they cannot live without in this world.

Arthur stretched out his cane powerlessly to block the incoming sharp knife. But the cruelty and indifference on that face he was facing, which had nothing to do with humans, was sharper than any weapon, cutting Arthur's will to pieces. After the heart defense was broken, no matter what kind of resistance the flesh made, it was to no avail.

Schiller turned the umbrella, the umbrella handle facing Arthur. The sound of metal colliding with metal rang out violently, like the continuous and rapid drumbeats at the opening of a play—like a death warrant—

With a "bang," the cane was knocked away. With a light "clack," the cane fell into the muddy water.

Arthur fell to the ground. In the high-splashing water, Schiller's terrifying figure slowly raising the umbrella knife was reflected.

Suddenly, Khonshu appeared beside Schiller and said, "He was my former believer, let him go..."

What surprised Khonshu was that Schiller really stopped his movements. But soon, he discovered that Schiller's paused movements were not because of his order, but because the shape of a crocodile head began to flicker on Arthur's face, who had fallen to the ground.

"Move aside, Ammit is about to descend." Khonshu reminded.

Schiller retreated rapidly. Accompanied by a roar full of primitive wildness, another huge figure descended behind Arthur.

Schiller had been very calm from beginning to end, seemingly not surprised by this. But at this time, Khonshu stood out and said:

"Ammit, you project such powerful strength outside the seal, you will be judged by the gods!"

"You are the same, Khonshu! You even summoned two believers!" Ammit's voice was a bit sharper than Khonshu's, but his dialogue with Khonshu proved that he possessed extremely high intelligence like Khonshu, and was equally ancient.

Except for the beginning, when Khonshu asked Ammit a question in English, and Ammit also answered in English, their conversation was entirely in ancient Egyptian, and the speed was very fast.

Because of this, after they communicated for about twenty or thirty seconds, the sharp blade light interrupted their conversation.

Ammit's projection disdained the blade light that Schiller attacked with. But unlike the previous attack on Arthur, this time, a huge silver blade light appeared in front of the umbrella knife. When the crescent-shaped blade light trace flew toward Ammit, Ammit condensed a shield to defend. The blade light rippled on the shield and then disappeared.

But just when Ammit wanted to open his mouth to mock Khonshu, a "whoosh" sound of breaking air came from behind, and a cross-shaped blade light slashed heavily on Ammit's back, sending him flying forward.

Ammit's projection adjusted his posture in the air. He stabilized his figure, wanting to turn his head to see who had sneak-attacked him, but the moment he turned around, Schiller attacked again.

Behind Ammit, Jake put away the double knives, put the handles of the double knives together, and then twisted. A huge S-shaped crescent dart appeared. He retreated one foot, arched his body, grabbed the crescent blade, and threw it fiercely.

Just when Ammit barely dodged Schiller's umbrella knife, the crescent dart with a huge breaking air sound forced him to have no way to retreat, and he had to take Schiller's knife hard.

Schiller's knife carried Khonshu's unique moonlight power. With one knife down, Ammit's projection flickered, obviously becoming a bit dimmer.

"Khonshu!!" Ammit roared: "How dare you use such sinners as your believers, the Heavenly Realm will judge you!!"

He shouted this sentence in ancient Egyptian again, so Schiller and Jake didn't understand it at all, and didn't intend to understand it.

Khonshu seemed to have some scruples. He said to Schiller, "Stop! Schiller..."

And then turned his head to look at Jake, saying, "Jake, stop..."

But both of them turned a deaf ear. The silver brilliance complemented each other, like a large net, wrapping Ammit. Ammit clamored, constantly cursing Khonshu.

Khonshu seemed to be angry because his believers ignored him. He felt that his dignity as a god was provoked. He could not tolerate such things happening, so he also raised the scepter in his hand and hammered it heavily toward the ground.

A circle of silver ripples rippled out with him as the center. When it swept across Schiller and Jake's feet, the silver light on them disappeared. After the Moon God's power was taken back, the battle suit also disappeared.

"You are my believers, you should listen to my instructions..."

Khonshu considered himself very patient. He felt that Schiller and Jake were so rebellious to him, and he only took back the power, which was already gentle enough. But obviously, these two murderers didn't think so.

The moment the power disappeared, Schiller did not pause. Replacing the silver power was a mysterious gray mist.

And even more terrifying was that this weapon no longer changed into blade light, but like countless tentacles spreading behind him. The gray tentacles spread out from behind Schiller, attacking toward Ammit.

Ammit flashed and wanted to run, but the tentacles made of gray mist were like having eyes, turning into countless silk threads, chasing Ammit's figure until they wrapped him up.

The gray mist tentacles were like greedy blood-sucking leeches, piercing into Ammit's body one by one, greedily sucking energy. Ammit's projection, made of energy, was sucked dry in an instant.

Before disappearing, Ammit shouted, "Khonshu, you colluded with evil gods, I will summon the Twelve Pillar Gods to judge you!!"

Accompanied by a long scream, Ammit disappeared. The gray mist tentacles that had eaten and drunk enough danced triumphantly, appearing incomparably terrifying and eerie in the darkness, making people unable to look directly at them.

Schiller turned around, his eye sockets could no longer see pupils, all were filled with gray mist, and his gaze fell on Khonshu.

Khonshu's skull falcon head slowly turned 180 degrees backward, pretending he hadn't seen anything, and then "zing" disappeared.

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"Oh, damn it, my chin..." Marc's personality returned. He exclaimed, narrowed his eyes, and looked around at the mess.

The vicinity of the battlefield was full of gullies left by huge blade lights, and there was muddy black water between the gullies. The car Arthur drove didn't know when it exploded, and now it had burned into charcoal. Arthur lay not far from the car, life or death unknown.

Marc stood in the center of all this, very confused. He touched his clothes and found that he didn't know when the beetle he had hidden in his pocket was gone.

He looked for it in place in a daze. After looking around, there was nothing on the ground except dirty water and stones. He put his hands on his hips, patted his forehead, sighed and said, "This symptom is getting more and more serious."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he turned to look at Schiller. Schiller had returned to normal, and even the sharp knife at the front of the umbrella had disappeared. Marc walked over and asked, "I remember, you should be a psychologist, right? Or the very powerful kind..."

"You..." Marc just wanted to say something, when he felt a chill on his cheek. Tiny raindrops fell on his face. Marc looked up, stretched out his hand, and he found that it started to rain here.

The rain lines in the dark night seemed not to exist, only the water splashes on the ground told of the arrival of the heavy rain. Schiller directly opened the umbrella in his hand, safe and sound, but Marc was a bit embarrassed.

Seeing that Schiller had no intention of sharing the umbrella at all, Marc had to find a car on the side of the road, pry open the lock, and sit in.

Schiller closed the umbrella and sat in the passenger seat. Marc started the car and asked, "Where to now?"

"Germany."

"Are you a psychologist?"

"Yes."

"Then you say, my situation... I mean, I don't know when it started, I will have intermittent amnesia and fainting. Is there any way to treat this situation psychologically?"

"I don't do psychological treatment."

Marc turned his head, looked at Schiller suspiciously, and asked, "Aren't you a psychologist? You don't do psychological treatment, then what do you do?"

Marc saw Schiller slowly raise the umbrella in his hand, and a weird voice echoed in the car.

"I do physical therapy." ===== CHAPTER 508 =====

Mark turned his head, looked at Schiller in confusion, and asked, "Aren't you a psychologist? If you don't know how to do psychotherapy, then what can you do?"

Mark saw Schiller slowly raise the umbrella in his hand, and a strange voice echoed inside the car.

"I know how to do physical therapy."