——While enjoying the staple food, the two ancient living undead remained silent.
Jack closed his mouth and became cold, like tearing off the mask of a clown in an amusement park and trying to cut the complete O-shaped letters of J[O]KE into fragmented J[A]CK.
Mary Stuart weighed and patted her shoulders, her long skirt and furs rustling in the strong wind.
Her eyes were sharp and gleaming. Her pupils were moving chaotically, quickly flashing from Jack's knees, shoulders, elbows and neck, measuring her arm span and height, and observing the attack range of the weapon.
The two of them moved almost at the same time——
——Jack chased with a knife, Mary rolled down the car window and hid in the long and narrow car environment. She had to use the distance of the heavy stabbing sword to defeat the enemy.
She had just rushed into the corridor, and when she heard the sound of breaking wind in her ears, her body changed with the effect of the soul power, and her hips, hips and lower limbs shifted instantly to make room for the sword.
The shining silver saw blade broke through the rosewood car seat armrest, and then changed its route and attacked Mary.
She didn't dodge, she just raised her legs to meet the attack.
A three-inch-thick bat claw toe sprouted from his heel. In just a moment, Jack's throat was cut open by the fierce deformation.
But there was no blood flowing out, only a substance similar to iron sand and mud slowly squirming around his neck.
In just an instant, half of Mary's torso was cut open with a saw.
The golden, high-temperature holy flame followed the blade of the tooth-for-tat, eye-for-an-eye, and severely separated the texture from her side ribs to the mermaid line.
There was no blood flowing out and no crying pain.
Mary Stuart could feel that this opponent was unkillable.
If it were just ordinary swords, guns and bullets, it would not be able to kill such undead.
Jack Martin looks very much like an [outlaw] influenced by the Immortal Rune, but compared to the outlaw, this guy's physical form is more spiritual, which is chaotic and disordered energy and dust, as if he has merged with the soul power.
1. The physical form is that of the undead.
Sometimes it turns into smoke and dust, sometimes it gathers sand and forms a tower.
If there is no magical magic attached to the weapon, there is no strong magnetic and electric energy flow impact, and there is no humanoid soul power coming out of the body to attack Jack's body, he will be a very difficult opponent.
Only in 0.17 seconds——
——Mary has finished thinking about these things.
Like Xueming, she is a rational and cold-hearted person with a strong will to survive.
But 0.17 seconds can already do a lot, and Jack Martin's soul power begins to take effect.
In the narrow carriage, the carriage is only three meters long, which is long enough for the silk threads of the spirit pendulum to create a dragnet.
When Mary's open wound was still smoking, she didn't look back and went straight to the electrical center of the carriage. Her body was cut into seventeen pieces by the sharp steel wire in an instant, but it healed quickly like blood tofu, ignoring this kind of confrontation.
For ordinary people, the fatality rate of injuries is 100%.
Her body trembled and turned into countless irregular polygons under the cutting of silk threads. The tissue fluid and blood spurting from the injured area were sucked back by the skin of the high-speed moving limbs as soon as they splashed out.
Only the torso was cut open by the silver saw, and the carbonized skin looked like twisted worms, hideous and terrifying. During the drastic changes in the body, the blackened blood scabs also turned into powder and became intact as before.
Jack dissipated and turned into black mist, suddenly rushing toward Mary——
——He blocked the middle of the road again.
Mary didn't stop and raised her sword to draw sparks on the thick iron sheet.
The heavy stabbing sword quickly turned into an old iron steel needle at 320 degrees Celsius under the friction and baking of the steel skin.
What followed was a violent attack—
——The sculpture-like sword-holding posture almost made Jack lose his pupil focus.
It is a ruthless technique of hiding the sword blade in front of the enemy's eyes, almost in a straight line with the angle of Jack's pupil.
Mary is an experienced swordsman who has experienced many battles. She knows which angle is most suitable and efficient to send the heavy stabbing sword into the enemy's head.
The two of them were fighting at a very close distance, but they never heard the sound of the clash of saw blades and bayonets.
They don't care about physical trauma, they just want to defeat their opponent's fighting will in twelve attacks.
Sword flowers and sword lights exploded into brilliant sparks in the iron carriage.
From the beginning of the attack to the moment it left the attack range and re-adjusted its body's center of gravity, the stabbing sword had been enchanted with flames. It emitted a dark red light from the 320-degree iron.
Looking at the scattered stab wounds on Mary's body, she was missing three fingers, which were caused by Jack's chops to disarm her.
Three pieces of flesh were missing from her shoulders and elbows, which were stuck to the car window and were still shaking when burning violently.
Her spine was almost severed in two, and the scar remained deep in her right lung, almost damaging her motor center.
She moved forward and turned back into a threatening, high-to-low assassination stance. She needed a little time to adjust her metabolism and heart rate. It only took two seconds.
The picture expressed by the injuries suffered by Jack's body is even more curious——
His body of dust and mist was inlaid with countless diamonds, allowing the heavy stabbing sword with a temperature of nearly a thousand degrees to poke out fist-sized silicon carbide vacuum zones.
His body was hunched over, like a lone wolf that had been severely injured, but his expression remained unchanged, even though there was a crater the size of a plump chestnut on his right eye, filled with silvery vitreous sand, and the eyeball
It has been stabbed into gems by the enchantment attack of the heavy stabbing sword.
From the beginning of the official battle, the two of them did not exchange a word, and only thirty-one seconds passed.
By thirty-three seconds——
——Mary expresses even weirder body control abilities.
Half of her torso exploded suddenly—a crack without any warning.
A bat that was thinner and younger flew out of it.
They cover Mary Stuart's skin and flesh, and the connective texture of Mary's fleshy skin can be observed from these offspring.
Among them, there are six more bats composed of Mary's head. The small bat in the center also has two of Mary's eyes on its wings. The other five can see the bloody brain tissue in their bodies.
Some of these little bats crawled out of the window, seemingly trying to escape.
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Only Mary's head was partially suspended in the observation position, and the other eight-headed bodies raised their swords to face the enemy.
This is the miraculous ability of Mary Stuart's soul, which almost fully demonstrates the vampire's power to transform their own bodies.
Jack Martin set off again, his knee split with a sudden sound, and the horrific wounds on the kneecap and meniscus caused his calf to separate from his thigh. He had turned into a rag doll halfway, and he just wanted to keep this terrifying strange bat.
Here.
The battle of the undead is about to come to an end——
——Command from Mary Stuart's neural command center.
About sixty-six blood bats with flexible skin roared out ultrasonic shock waves in an instant.
——At that moment, all the glass in the carriage cracked. Even the extremely tough resin glass could not remain intact under this terrifying spiritual pressure.
Jack's body was stabbed by the scorching heavy sword, and the originally loose sand became tightly crystallized. Under the bombardment of sound waves, fine quicksand burst out from the wounds in Crow Feather's coat, like blood.
At that moment, the Ripper was cut into pieces by five horses, his pupils dilated.
He still kept his right arm raised high, fighting forward.
But all parts of his body had turned into stiff pieces, entangled and grabbed by the baby bats in twos and threes.
"Crack-" a sound.
The silver-plated meat saw knife fell to the wine rack along with his arm, and was shattered into pieces.
The heavy thorn hanging in the air fell down with a sound.
Among Mary's many blood bats, only Eyes and Brain were still observing Jack's head.
The stabbing sword is like a pile driver. Every time it is thrust out and every time it is withdrawn, it is like forging a tool and hammering nails.
She didn't stab very fast, but very steadily——
——Like a precise sewing needle, it would penetrate the front lobe and cerebellum of Jack Martin's head, crushing the brainstem and thalamus.
She wasn't sure that this would kill Jack, but how would she know if she didn't try?
She finally had time to breathe, and under the repeated attacks of the saw blade, she sent out her left hand, letting the dexterous bat-shaped body search for the spare pistol in the bookshelf.
Has the victory been decided?
Yeah?
Really?
Mary thought so, but she didn't dare to be careless at all.
She learned many things from Jiang Xueming and from Heart of Steel, the most important of which was to whip corpses to prevent resurrection.
White wine dripped from the broken wine rack. Mary remembered that this was the base wine used to mix human blood. It was a strong liquor——
——As far as she knows, fire can kill any living thing on earth.
——Fire itself is magic, fire itself is magic.
She ignited the fire simply by pricking it hard with the hot steel needle, and watched as Jack's head quickly turned into a piece of crystal under the heat, as if it was about to turn into a new pyroxene.
She just hesitated for a moment——
——Really, only for a moment.
That pyroxene is really fascinating.
As we all know, Mistress Mary is a woman who loves beauty to the extreme, and loves beauty to the point of madness.
During the battle with Jack Martin, she showed her inhuman and ugly posture, which forced her to a desperate end, and she had to fight against all odds.
At this moment, Jack Martin's body was roasted by three and a half liters of spirits, and the prismatic pyroxene that emerged from it fascinated her eyes.
So much so that she didn't even have time to look at the scenery outside the window.
A bullet severely shattered her skull.
Those were searing bullets fired from a sniper rifle six hundred meters away from the ventilation ducts deep in the mines of Golden Township.
Russian Mirage H civilian sniper hunting rifle.
It belongs to Jason Megan's little waiter Katyusha.
This little girl is located in front of the platform in the ventilation passage. She maintains a crouching and shooting posture. She is always vigilant and will run away as soon as there is any sign of trouble.
But before running away——
——She wants to send ten bullets.
The first bullet shattered the language area in the middle right part of Mary Stuart's brain.
The second bullet was ballistically corrected with the 0.1MOA accuracy of the Phantom sniper rifle, and penetrated both of Mary Stuart's eyes.
The third hot silver-coated steel-tipped bullet hit Mary's sword-holding hand, blasting the blood bat into cinders, and the heavy sword's guard also turned into twisted iron.
The fourth bullet had just exited the chamber, and Mary heard the gunshot for a long time.
The sniper ammunition with a muzzle velocity of 900 meters per second almost caught her off guard. If she was still on the train, if the train was still moving - it would be difficult for Katyusha to hit a high-speed moving target.
Only at the moment when Jack Martin's skull turned into pyroxene, did the damn bat's skull stop for a few seconds.
Mary Stuart was about to die here.
The little bat quickly returned to the body, trying to make up for the damage to the brain's essence as soon as possible, reconstructing the nerves and regaining consciousness back to the body.
This exquisite egoist stood frozen in place. These four hundred and eighty-three years of loneliness and waiting led to a desperate fight. If it had been in the past, according to Mary's character, she would have tried her best to escape.
But at this moment, she was not facing Jack Martin, not the Ripper alone.
What she faced was the encirclement and suppression of the entire [JoeStar] and the entire Anonymous School.
Everything must be attributed to the divine power of Heart of Steel. This pyroxene increased her mental power several times in a short period of time, giving her the illusion that she could take a gamble.
As long as these villains who came from the underground world to perform [Operation Chastity] could be defeated, she believed that this kind of deterrence would make the little black cats shy away, and the [Philosopher Foundation] would also start to reconsider the cost of clearing out the vampires.
Labor costs.
If violence can be used to reach a settlement, the next thing will be an armistice agreement and territorial reparations - the world will begin a new Cold War.
...
...
But what little Bourgeois was waiting for in the end was her destined Bolsheviks.
Before anyone arrived, the stick swirled first, blasting Mary's neck with hot blue fury. The little bats chased the broken and deformed head, as if they were chasing the most precious treasure in the world.
They are like numb and ignorant living beings. They only know that the idol transformed by the head is so beautiful and powerful, but they do not know that in order to survive, the head will only turn these physical elements into its parts.
A motorcycle smashed into the side door of the train, and Mary's body was crushed into the luggage rack of the carriage.
Xiao Qi twisted the handlebars and suppressed the panic in her heart in the weird and terrifying spiritual pressure environment. She saw the spinning tires quickly explode in the sharp physical essence of the Vampire Virgin.
Under the steel wheel, flesh and blood turned to mud——
——Xue Ming got out of the car and picked up the mace at the same time. He only heard six solid and clear sounds of the stick hitting, and his head flapped in mid-air and split into three parts. Finally, Xueming kicked him out of the car door.
While Mary was still hovering in mid-air.
For a moment——
——She thought she was free, or maybe this rigorous and meticulous Jiang Xueming had finally been careless for a while.
In this world, as long as there is a little bit of Mary Stuart's essence, like a mold virus that is difficult to remove, she will become the moss of this railway track, she will become the lichen of this railway track
, follow the steel wheel and take it back to the station.
Maintenance crews will soon come to clean the stains from the train, thus staining it with Mary Stuart's blessed blood.
She will be reborn in another way, but with a different body, a different personality, and a different way of living.
It's not over yet, this battle will never be over.
But she immediately woke up——
——Why would Jiang Xueming let her live?
She flew out of the carriage and the moment she was hovering in the air, she saw three motorcycles parked next to the maintenance shoulder of the railway.
Xueming: "Robert Downing! Kill her!"
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...
In Mary Stuart's eyes——
——Seeing his chin split into two pieces, and his head spilling out together.
She saw Robert Downing for the first time.
He was a blond boy with a cheerful face.
So in front of the revolving door of life——
- she began to think.
Is this the man Martha loves so deeply?
It's another person I am willing to sacrifice my life to protect.
So good...
So envious.
He is crying, why?
Is it because I look similar to Martha?
As expected, people are all visual animals and like beautiful and beautiful things.
--No.
No no no no——
——No.
His eyes were full of hatred.
Maybe these tears were shed for Jack Martin.
Did I kill him? Is he really dead?
I can't think anymore. Let's take a break.
Mary Stuart——
——The world has darkened. It feels warm and safe.
Places without light are suitable for me...the temperature on these people's bodies is too high.
Especially the big guy, his smug smile is really annoying.
...
...
Dragon's breath is breathed out from the muzzle of SG-2.
A bottle of Balazon solution was thrown high in Bu Liuxing's hand and dropped next to Mary's skull.
The bottle of Balazon solvent and the silver buckshot turned into a wall of fire driven by the mercury fulminate primer.
It leaves almost no dead ends——
——The secondary deflagration caused by the ethanol solvent and anti-virus pesticide turned into a big fireball.
Immediately afterwards, Miss Earth Dragon threw out more antiseptic bottles.
She hugged her employer Robert's hand and placed it in the secondary trigger frame of SG-2. To avoid hurting her employer's finger, she used her slender tail to pull the trigger.
The second shot exploded with flames like deadly hearts.
When the flames dissipate, nothing can be seen anymore.
The flames spit out by the shotgun produced charred smoke, leaving a huge [V] on the ground.
The brake mark of the motorcycle adds a touch to it——
——Make it complete [A]
Tangning was roaring angrily, his face turned red and his neck was thick. At the moment of revenge, he felt a sense of loss.
He shouted angrily, broke away from the waiter, and stamped his feet crazily.
His eyes were filled with tears, and he wondered where Uncle Winston had gone.
He didn't dare to look at the scene in the carriage. He caught a glimpse of the coat made of crow feathers from the corner of his eye, and saw a broken human form without flesh and blood. He could only think of the incredible friendship that had occurred in these more than a hundred hours, like a crazy dream.
He snatched the G26 from the Dilong girl several times and stuffed the dark muzzle of the Glock into his mouth while everyone was frightened and caught off guard in their stunned eyes.
Then he knelt down in front of the train and pulled the trigger crazily.
But the empty barrel of the gun is as empty as his empty heart.
——Can't kill him.
"You are enough! Enough! Enough! Employer!"
The little girl Earth Dragon crawled in front of Tang Ning.
"How long are you going to torture me! How long will you torture yourself?!"
Her toes swept away the tears from the corners of Tangning's eyes.
"I obviously worked so hard! I tried so hard to survive! But why can you kill yourself so easily, without saying a word, with just a few bullets?"
Tangning was at a loss...
"I killed a lot of people, I don't know what to do, I don't know...Martha was killed by me because of my naivety. Uncle Winston wanted to avenge me, and I..."
"Don't you take my words to heart at all? Robert!" Dilongmei opened her mouth wide and almost wanted to bite Tangning's head off: "My name is Anna! I am your waiter. If you die,
, my brain is not suitable for other employers, I am afraid I will be sent as a scientific research specimen."
She leaned against Robert and finally took the gun back.
"This is the gun Mr. Jiang Xueming gave me! He hopes that I can fight the enemy bravely and protect myself! He also gave you a gun! You brat is really mad at me! You are so mad at me!
I'm only six months old! You're two hundred and twenty-six months old! Is this how you treat a baby?"
"Borrowed it." Jiang Xueming jumped off the train, took BAT·MASTER from Robert's arms, "Give it back to me."
Robert wanted to say something else.
Sister Xueming hurriedly returned to the station and transformed into brother Xueming. She got on Tangning's motorcycle and prepared to leave.
"Hypocritical." Xiaoqi took two G26s from Dilongmei and Tangning, and wanted to take them back to Chief Jessica to play with, "That's embarrassing."
Before Robert could say goodbye, the magical cat couple disappeared in a flash.
After a long, long time, it was hard for Bu Liexing to say anything or ask anything.
He felt it was time to leave Anna and Robert alone for a while, and was about to leave——
——It’s like an extinct volcano is showing signs of activity again.
A strong flame emerged from Jack Martin's black crow feather cloak. Like a phoenix reborn, the golden crow flapped its wings, and a vigorous blond uncle emerged from a ball of black flames.
Jack Martin had just stepped off the grid of the train and said innocently.