Chapter 43: A Prepared Diviner Is Not a Scum (Begging for Follow-up Reading)

, The Genie Starting from Marvel

After Blade's words fell, the shadows around the crowd began to move.

This was the extraordinary ability of Sequence 7—Hermit of the Secret Prayer Sequence, capable of controlling shadows to a certain extent.

As a sequence with medium-to-high combat power, Secret Prayer, even in the low sequence stage, that is, Sequence 7 and below, always had its own combat-type abilities.

"Hurry and go; I won't have the energy to take care of you in a moment." Blade urged.

Pepper and Coulson and the others were different from characters in many third-rate TV shows; they didn't scream and shout about wanting to die with Blade, but instead maintained their formation very calmly and began to retreat toward the other side of the passage.

After the teammates retreated a distance, Blade opened his mouth, and a wolf howl resounded through the entire underground parking lot.

The wolf howl of a pureblood werewolf had a certain interference effect on many energies. Under this kind of interference, Woody, who had originally prepared to go around and directly kill Pepper, fell out of the shadows.

The enemy appeared, and Blade pounced directly.

Wolf claws swept through the air, not hitting any solid entity.

Woody's body switched rapidly between shadow and entity, backhanding a punch toward Blade's head.

Blade, who fell to the ground, only felt his head buzzing.

Shaking his head, Blade's two vertical pupils stared fixedly at Woody. This person's strength was not weak, and his body could shadow-ize when attacked; physical attacks were hard to be effective.

Swish, swish—two sounds of breaking through the air came from Blade's ear. A whip formed from shadows lashed toward him from behind.

Pa—when the whip landed on a solid spot, Blade's body exploded, turning into a group of bats that scattered, then reorganized in another position.

Blade, who had switched to vampire, was even more like a fish in water in this environment where the Yin attribute was dominant.

However, when switching, Blade also discovered that some kind of mental pollution always existed in the surroundings, but the resistance of the vampire and werewolf was not low, so he was immune to it.

Before he could even stop for a second or two, Woody's attack came again. Woody, who could move in the shadows as he pleased, appeared directly beside Blade this time.

Woody's right hand turned into a fist, hitting Blade directly in the heart. Having been an agent in Hydra and S. H. I. E. L. D. for so long, Woody had some understanding of vampires.

Blade barely reacted. Just as he turned to the side, the fist that brushed past his body turned into a claw, fiercely coming at his chest.

The black flames on Woody's claw tips burned directly onto Blade's body, crackling and burning. A burnt smell of roasted bat permeated the air.

Blade wanted to counterattack, but the flames on his chest suppressed his regenerative ability, showing no intention of extinguishing at all. Moreover, with the burning of the black flames, that mental pollution that turned him back into human form began to appear.

Whoosh—Blade scattered into a group of bats. Several of them let out piercing screams in the black flames before turning into ashes and falling from the air.

Having had this lesson, Blade dared not be careless again, bringing the vampire's flight and speed advantages into full play.

In the tiny space, Blade dodged and moved, directly opening the dog-walking mode, while simultaneously shooting out blood magic spells toward the surroundings, seizing and interfering with Woody's shadow domain.

For a time, the two just stalemated like this. Neither side had a way to cause enough effective damage to the other in a short time, and the battle entered a consumption stage.

This stage lasted for ten minutes. Just when Blade's physical strength and magic power recovery began to fail to keep up with the consumption, he suddenly discovered that Woody began to actively retreat.

The shadows covering the entire basement began to shrink. These shadows wrapped around Woody's body, as if it were a bulging priest's robe, and also like a monster baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

This monster not only bared its fangs and brandished its claws at Blade, but even more so revealed its fangs at its master, Woody.

Blade raised his hand, and a blood blade more than three meters long shot out from in front of him, passing through Woody's figure and leaving a long gully on the ground.

Woody looked up. His main body had long since left; now what remained in place was just a dummy constructed from spirituality and shadows.

Blade and Woody's gazes met. He saw a pair of scarlet eyes full of madness. Every bloodshot in those eyes represented a resentment, following the retina, striking directly into the depths of Blade's soul.

The vampire bloodline rose high. Countless vampires who had died at Blade's hands began to sing in his ears. That singing came from the depths of hell, like ghost hands, wanting to drag Blade into the Avici Hell.

Biting his tongue tip fiercely, Blade's sanity recovered a bit of clarity with the help of the pain. He hurriedly took advantage of this gap to switch back to human.

Blade, who had returned to human state, leaned against the wall. The mental consumption of the vampire form backlashed onto him, making him feel incomparably exhausted.

However, the matter hadn't ended yet. Exiting midway was not something Blade would do.

On the other side, in the Cabin, after receiving Nick Fury's call, Frank had already prepared his equipment, ready to go out. His intuition told him that today's matter couldn't escape the connection with the darkness in the side mission.

Just as he walked out of his room, ready to instruct Johnson not to go out, Frank discovered that Johnson was already dressed and waiting for him.

"You..."

"What about me? Do I look like someone who would hide alone and watch a brother take risks for himself?" Johnson didn't give Frank a chance to speak at all.

"No, their target is you. Going out will be very dangerous!" Frank tried to persuade him.

"I don't appear, the target becomes you. And dangerous—can it be more dangerous than being alone under the Hand's custody?"

Johnson said, patting the several pockets on his body. "You really underestimate a prepared Diviner. These are all ritual magic materials packaged separately. I am not some ordinary person with no strength to truss a chicken."

Having said this much, Frank couldn't say anything more.

"Rest assured, brothers are of one heart, their sharpness can cut metal." Johnson comforted Frank instead.

Afterward, Johnson and Frank simultaneously took out their keys. Two big doors opened before their eyes; behind the doors, the destination was not far away.

The opening point of the Cabin could be moved, but its moving speed was only equal to an ordinary human's light jog, so it needed to be set in advance.

Crossing the big door, Johnson and Frank appeared on the roof of a high-rise building by the street.

Just after landing, Johnson pulled out two bags of materials and began to draw ritual magic on the ground.

The reason ritual magic wasn't particularly popular in the other world was mainly because its limitations were too great. There was almost no offensive use; it could only be used for defense.

Added to the fact that that world had a debuff of "knowing more means dying faster," it led to ordinary people not being able to contact and learn it. And so, what could be used wasn't needed, and what couldn't be used couldn't be learned, which left it in an awkward position.

However, no matter what the problem was, this was also one of the few means the Diviner sequence could use to deal with enemies in the low-to-medium sequences. ===== CHAPTER 44 =====