The phrase "tear them apart" sounds like a subjunctive mood. It is often used in mobilization orders. It is indeed very powerful, at least to ordinary people.
But perhaps there was some tacit understanding of thinking between the murderers. Jack did not simply regard this as a clarion call for war. He understood what Schiller meant, which was to literally "tear them apart."
If a monster has self-healing ability, then the best way to deal with them is not to pierce, but to cut, because any self-healing ability cannot restore limbs without limit. To take it to the extreme, self-healing ability cannot save people.
Dumpling filling.
"Brush! Brush! Brush!"
Every time Jack swung his scimitar, the light of the sword was like a new moon hanging in the sky. When several rounds of new moons swayed around him, they were like petals wrapping around him, blooming outward little by little.
The first jackal monster touched by the sword light was stabbed in the neck, chest, abdomen and right thigh. Its fur and muscles failed to defend, and its bones did not stop the scimitar. The Moonlight Killer's sword light swept past
It's like cutting into a piece of half-melted butter.
When Jack's figure flashed behind the monster, under the moonlight, the monster collapsed behind him like blocks stacked by a child.
The cross-section of the body fragments is constantly flashing purple light, but this self-healing ability falls into an embarrassing situation, because the body parts cut out by Jack are basically the same size, no matter which piece is used as the raw material for resurrection
This monster must have at least 90% of its body fabricated out of thin air.
After the purple light flashed twice, it disappeared completely as if there was no electricity, and the bloody fragments turned into black water and disappeared into the gaps on the surface.
Schiller, who was staring there, turned his head back, and Arthur also turned his gaze away. The two looked at each other at the same time. At the moment of eye contact, Arthur suddenly discovered what Schiller was going to do.
The tragic scene of the monster being dismembered appeared in his mind. Arthur wished that he was really a fanatical believer and could use faith as the last line of psychological defense, but he was not.
In other words, even fanatical believers will feel fear when they witness that there are things that cannot be saved by gods with supreme power.
Seeing the moon symbol on Mark's chest, Arthur gritted his teeth and said: "Kong Su...Kong Su...you hypocritical thief, look at what you have done!"
"You have created two criminals with your own hands! Hopeless murderers..." Arthur himself didn't even notice that there was some trembling in his tone.
At this time, he discovered that Schiller, who was carrying an umbrella knife, began to approach him at a slow speed.
Changing from the dizzying speed of the previous raid, Schiller began to walk forward step by step. When his leather shoes stepped on the ground, the puddles left by the melting monsters reflected his leather shoes and neat trousers.
The tip of the knife dragged across the ground, and in the mirror-like reflection of the knife surface, the moonlight gradually climbed up from the soles of the feet, and the dark suit was dyed silver bit by bit.
When the umbrella knife was picked up and held upright in front of Schiller, one side of the knife reflected Schiller putting on the iron mask around his mouth again, and the other side reflected Arthur's collapsed expression...
The two of them were already very close, with only an umbrella between them. This long process of approaching had completely destroyed Arthur's psychological defense. He fell, trembled, and began to scream.
Arthur is a doctor, a cultist, and a cult pope, but for the natural-born killer, all people other than his own kind are prey and victims full of flaws.
Keep an eye on the target, test repeatedly, and find out the weaknesses.
Injure, torture, and oppress the other party until the other party becomes frightened, collapses, and loses their humanity.
Let them degenerate from humans into beasts that can only roar and cry, follow their instincts to avoid, and have thousands of emotions, leaving only fear.
These born perverts can derive unparalleled pleasure from this process, which is the indispensable fuel for them to live in this world.
Arthur stretched out his cane weakly to block the incoming sharp knife, but the face he was facing, with only the eyebrows revealed, showed the cruelty and indifference that had nothing to do with human beings, which was sharper than any weapon, cutting through
After Arthur's will is broken, once the defense is broken, no matter how hard the body tries to resist, it will be of no use.
Schiller turned the umbrella, and the handle of the umbrella faced Arthur. The sound of metal hitting metal sounded violently, and the continuous and rapid drum beats like the opening of a drama were like a reminder——
With a "bang!" sound, the cane was knocked out, and with a soft "krack" sound, the cane fell into the muddy water.
Arthur fell to the ground, and among the water splashes raised high, the terrifying figure of Schiller slowly raising his umbrella knife was reflected.
Suddenly, Kongsu appeared next to Schiller. He said: "He is my former believer, let him go..."
What surprised Kongsu was that Schiller really stopped moving, but soon he discovered that Schiller's paused movement was not because of his order, but because of the face of Arthur who fell to the ground.
The shape of a crocodile head began to flash.
"Get out of the way, Amit is coming." Kongsu reminded.
Schiller quickly retreated, and with a roar full of primitive wildness, an equally huge figure descended behind Arthur.
Schiller was calm from beginning to end and seemed not surprised by this. But at this time, Kong Su stood up and said:
"Amit, you project such powerful power outside the seal, you will be judged by the gods!"
"Same for you, Kongsu! You even recruited two believers!" Amit's voice was a bit shriller than that of Kongsu, but his conversation with Kongsu proved that he had the same high wisdom as Kongsu.
And it's just as old.
Except for the beginning, when Khonsu asked Amit questions in English, and Amit also answered in English, the two communicated entirely in ancient Egyptian, and they spoke very fast.
Therefore, after they communicated for about twenty or thirty seconds, the light of a sharp knife interrupted their conversation.
Amit's phantom looked dismissively at Schiller's sudden sword light, but it was different from the previous attack on Arthur. This time, a huge silver sword light shone in front of the umbrella sword, with a crescent-shaped sword light mark.
When flying towards Amit, Amit condensed his shield to defend himself. The light of the sword rippled on the shield, and then disappeared.
But just when Amit was about to open his mouth to taunt Kong Su, a "whoosh" sound broke through the air behind him, and a cross-shaped sword slashed hard on Amit's back, knocking him forward.
flew out...
Amit's shadow adjusted its posture in the air. He stabilized his figure and wanted to look back to see who had attacked him, but the moment he turned around, Schiller attacked again.
Jack behind Amit put away his two knives, put the hilts of the two knives together, and then twisted, a huge S-shaped crescent moon dart appeared. He stepped back with one foot, arched his body, and grabbed the crescent moon dart.
Blade, throw it out hard.
Just when Amit was barely able to dodge Schiller's umbrella knife, the crescent moon dart with a loud sound of breaking through the air forced him to have no way to retreat, and he had to take Schiller's knife.
Schiller's knife carried Kongsu's unique power of moonlight. With one strike, Amit's shadow flickered and became obviously darker.
“Kongsu!
!" Amit roared: "How dare you take such a sinner as your disciple, heaven will judge you!
!”
The sentence he yelled was still in ancient Egyptian, so Schiller and Jack didn't understand it at all, and they didn't intend to understand it.
Kongsu seemed to be afraid. He said to Schiller: "Stop! Schiller..."
Then he turned to look at Jack and said: "Jack, stop..."
But the two of them turned a deaf ear at the same time. The silver radiance reflected each other like a big net, wrapping up Amit. Amit screamed and cursed Kongsu continuously.
Kongsu also seemed to be angry that his followers ignored him. He felt that his dignity as a god had been provoked, and he could not condone this happening, so he also raised his scepter and said to
A hard hammer on the ground.
A circle of silver ripples spread out with him as the center. When it swept past the feet of Schiller and Jack, the silver light on their bodies disappeared. After the power of the moon god was withdrawn, the battle uniforms also disappeared.
"You are my believers and you should listen to my instructions..."
Kong Su thought he was very patient. He felt that since both Schiller and Jack were so disobedient to him, he just took back his power, which was gentle enough. But obviously, these two murderers didn't think so.
The moment the power disappeared, Schiller did not pause. What replaced the silver power was a mysterious gray mist.
What's even more terrifying is that this weapon no longer changes into a sword light, but becomes like countless tentacles spread out behind his back. The gray tentacles spread from Schiller's back and attacked Amit.
Amit flashed forward and wanted to run away, but the tentacles made of gray mist turned into countless threads as if they had eyes, chasing Amit's figure until they wrapped him up.
The gray mist tentacles were like greedy blood-sucking leeches, piercing into Amit's body one by one, sucking energy greedily. The projection of Amit made up of energy bodies was sucked dry in an instant.
Before disappearing, Amit shouted: "Khonsu, you colluded with the evil gods, I will summon the twelve pillar gods to judge you!
!”
Accompanied by a long scream, Amit disappeared, and the gray mist tentacles that had been fed and drunk danced majestically, looking extremely terrifying and weird in the darkness, making it impossible to look directly at him.
Schiller turned around, and the boy's eyes could no longer be seen clearly, all was filled with gray mist, and his eyes fell on Kong Su.
Kong Su's skull falcon head slowly turned 180 degrees backward, pretending not to see anything, and then disappeared with a "Zeng"...
"Oh, damn, my chin..." Mark's personality returned, and he exclaimed, squinting his eyes and looking around at the mess around him.
The vicinity of the battlefield is full of ravines left by huge swords, and there is muddy black water between the ravines. The car Arthur drove over exploded at some point and has now been burned into coke. Arthur is lying in the car.
Not far away, life and death are uncertain.
Mark stood at a loss in the center of all this. He touched his clothes and found that the beetle he had hidden in his pocket had disappeared.
He lowered his head and searched in confusion. After looking around, there was nothing on the ground except dirty water and stones. He put his hands on his hips and patted his forehead. He sighed and said, "This symptom is really getting worse."
.”
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he turned to look at Schiller. Schiller had returned to normal, and even the sharp knife on the front of the umbrella had disappeared. Mark walked over and asked: "I remember, you should
He's a psychiatrist, right? He's quite powerful..."
"You..." Just as Mark was about to say something, he noticed that he felt a chill on his cheek, and small raindrops fell on his face. Mark looked up and stretched out his hand, and he found that it was starting to rain.
The line of rain in the dark night seemed to be non-existent, and only the splashing water on the ground told of the coming heavy rain. Schiller directly held up the umbrella in his hand, safe and sound, but Mark was a little embarrassed.
Seeing that Schiller had no intention of sharing the umbrella, Mark had no choice but to find a car on the side of the road, pry open the lock, and get in.
Schiller put away his umbrella and got into the passenger seat. Mark started the car and asked, "Where are we going now?"
"Germany."
"Are you a psychiatrist?"
"yes."
"Then you said, my situation...I mean, I don't know when I started to have intermittent amnesia and fainting. Is there any way to provide psychological treatment in this case?"
"I don't know how to do psychotherapy."
Mark turned his head, looked at Schiller with confusion, and asked: "Aren't you a psychiatrist? You don't know how to treat psychotherapy, so what do you know?"
Mark saw Schiller slowly raising the umbrella in his hand, and his strange voice echoed in the car.