Chapter 507: I Bloom in Slaughter (Part 2)

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

But perhaps because there is some tacit understanding of thinking between murderers, Jake did not simply take this as a horn of war. He understood what Schiller wanted to express, which was the literal "tear them to pieces."

If a 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 the scimitar, the blade light was like a new moon hanging in the sky. When several new moons swung around him, they were like petals wrapped around him, blooming outward little by little.

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 Moonlight Murderer swept past, just like cutting a piece of butter that had already half-melted.

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

On the cross-section of the limb fragments, purple light flashed constantly, but this self-healing ability fell into an awkward situation because the 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 flashed twice, it was like running out of electricity, disappearing completely, and those bloody fragments also turned into black water, disappearing into the gaps in the surface.

Schiller, who was watching there, turned his head back, and Arthur also took back 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 was truly a fanatic who could use faith as the last line of psychological defense, but he was not.

Or rather, even if he was a fanatic, when witnessing a god who possessed supreme power, there were things that could not 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 previous surprise attack, Schiller began to walk forward one step at a time. When his leather shoes stepped on the ground, the water pools left when the monsters melted reflected his leather shoes and neat trouser legs.

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

When the umbrella knife was carried up and stood 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 born murderous maniac, 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 wild beasts that only know how to roar and cry, follow instinct to avoid, all emotions, only fear remains.

These born perverts can obtain unparalleled pleasure from this process, which is the fuel they must have to live in this world.

Arthur stretched out his cane powerlessly to block the incoming sharp knife, but on that face he was facing, the cruelty and indifference completely unrelated to humans, which was only revealed in the eyebrows, was sharper than any weapon, shattering Arthur's will. After the heart defense was broken, no matter what kind of resistance the flesh made, it was of no avail.

Schiller turned the umbrella, the umbrella handle facing Arthur. The sound of metal and metal knocking rang out violently, and the continuous and rapid drumbeats like the opening of a drama were like a death talisman—

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

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 made Khonshu surprised was that Schiller really stopped his movements, but soon, he found that Schiller's pause was not because of his order, but because the face of Arthur lying on the ground began to flicker with the shape of a crocodile head.

"Get out of the way, Ammit is about to descend." Khonshu reminded.

Schiller retreated rapidly. Accompanied by a roar full of primitive wildness, another massive 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 too, Khonshu! You even summoned two believers!" Ammit's voice was more shrill 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 questions in English, and Ammit also answered in English, the communication between the two was entirely in ancient Egyptian, and the speed was very fast.

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

Ammit's phantom looked at the blade light attacking from Schiller with disdain, but unlike the previous attack on Arthur, this time, a huge silver blade light appeared in front of the umbrella knife. When the new moon-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 sounded from behind. A cross-shaped blade light slashed hard on Ammit's back, knocking him flying forward.

Ammit's phantom adjusted his posture in the air. He stabilized his figure, wanting to look back to see who had ambushed him, but the moment he turned around, Schiller attacked again.

Jake behind Ammit retracted his twin blades, put the handles of the twin blades 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 hard.

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 eat Schiller's knife hard.

Schiller's knife carried Khonshu's unique moonlight power. With one knife, Ammit's phantom flickered and obviously became dimmer.

"Khonshu!

!" Ammit roared, "How dare you use such sinners as your believers? The heavenly realm will judge you!

!"

The sentence he roared was still in ancient Egyptian, so Schiller and Jake didn't understand it at all, and didn't intend to understand it.

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

Then he turned his head to look at Jake and said, "Jake, stop..."

But both of them turned a deaf ear. The silver brilliance complemented each other, like a large net, wrapping Ammit up. 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 hard toward the ground.

A circle of silver ripples swayed with him as the center. When it swept across the feet of Schiller and Jake, 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.

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

And what was even more terrifying was that this weapon no longer changed into blade light, but like countless tentacles spread behind him. Gray tentacles spread out from behind Schiller and attacked toward Ammit.

Ammit flashed and wanted to run, but the tentacles composed 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. The Ammit projection composed 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 gray mist spreading. His gaze fell on Khonshu.

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

(Note: This line is a website name, not part of the narrative)

"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 light, and between the gullies were muddy black water. The car Arthur drove didn't know when it exploded, and now it had burned into coke. 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 clothes pocket was gone.

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

Suddenly, as if thinking 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 kind that is quite powerful..."

"You..." Marc just wanted to say something, but he found that he felt a trace of coolness on his cheeks. 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 propped up 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 the lock, and sit in.

Schiller retracted the umbrella, sat in the passenger seat, Marc started the car, and then 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. In this situation, is there any way to conduct psychological treatment?"

"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 strange voice echoed in the car.

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