Simple, crude, and effective, with a sense of freedom and ease - amidst the whistling of iron chains, all living beings are equal.
The weird figure jumping over through the shadows didn't seem to have thought that the "summoner girl" with the dark demon in front of her was actually a melee combatant - according to normal thinking, if you see a spellcasting profession as soon as you close the distance and engage in hand-to-hand combat, you will definitely
It is the most correct choice, but after closing the distance, you suddenly find that the spellcaster on the opposite side has taken out a meteor hammer, which is another matter, so the scene that Duncan has seen is played out again:
The chain creaked, and Shirley smashed it down. The black figure was hit hard on the spot, making a loud "bang" sound and almost flying out with a whistle!
With a "boom", the figure was directly smashed into a nearby building that was still burning, bringing up a cloud of rising smoke, dust and sparks, and then there was no movement.
"Is it done?" The battle went so smoothly that even Shirley herself didn't react. She was looking into the distance while holding Agou in one hand, her face full of alertness, "Why do I feel the hand..."
Before she finished speaking, Agou's exclamation suddenly sounded from the other end of the chain: "Be careful!"
Shirley's muscles suddenly tensed up. The next second, she finally noticed that the shadow at her feet had become thicker than before. Then, a vague "whip" with an unclear outline emerged from the shadow.
Arrives by ejection!
The long black whip made a vicious sound of cracking the air, and went straight towards Shirley's neck. The latter suddenly dodged back at the critical moment, but was still slapped on the arm, causing blood to splash everywhere.
Shirley clicked her tongue, not caring about the pain. She quickly backed away, only to see that part of her shadow was left in place, while the strange, tall and thin man holding an umbrella never appeared.
The shadow quickly emerged, and she now saw clearly what the "whip" that hit her was - it turned out to be a "limb" extending from the hem of the opponent's clothes!
The shadow seemed to be wrapped in a thick smoke, and there were writhing and deformed flesh and blood inside, which seemed to be in a state of constant decay and rebirth. It looked disgusting and creepy.
Shirley only glanced at the arm-like limbs, and felt a wave of nausea welling up from the bottom of her heart. The next moment, she heard a low and indistinct grunt from the strange man holding an umbrella.
The strange "limb" turned into a long whip again and rushed toward his face.
She subconsciously lifted the chain in her hand and was about to pick up Agou again, but at this moment,
A faint green flame suddenly appeared at the edge of her vision.
The moment this green flame emerged, she noticed that the tall and thin figure opposite him suddenly stopped moving, as if some kind of instinctive fear suddenly restrained his movements. The next moment, the figure quickly retreated.
Then, thick black smoke surged under the big black umbrella, with low and vague roars constantly coming from inside. The green flames almost spread out against the edge of the smoke, and in the faint light of the spiritual fire,
In the light, the black smoke under the big umbrella was cast in a bleak color.
Shirley subconsciously glanced in the direction of Duncan. She saw that he was just standing there quietly, while the phantom flames continued to spread out around him. Wherever the flames went, no matter around them
The buildings are still sparks floating in the air, and even the silhouettes of buildings in the distance are gradually becoming tinged with a layer of green!
It's like some kind of spreading epidemic, wherever the strange flame touches, everything is gradually infected!
Is this the power of this big man? Or is it just the tip of the iceberg of his power?!
Shirley was filled with surprise and suspicion, but she didn't have time to think about it. The attacker who retreated quickly had obviously been suppressed and frightened by the spiritual fire in the surrounding environment. In line with the principle of not holding back in a fight, Shirley took advantage of the opponent's weakness to strike again.
He picked up the chain in his hand and used all his strength to hit the dog on the attacker!
A weirder feedback than before came along Agou's senses. Shirley felt as if she had been hit by a pile of rotten meat. She saw Nahua's figure holding a black umbrella being smashed into pieces by her.
Opening up, accompanied by a sickening tearing sound
The thing's black "coat" was torn apart, and several amorphous lumps of meat wrapped in thick smoke fell out of the clothes. Then they began to run around all over the ground as if they had their own will, and they were scurrying around.
Continue to break into smaller pieces.
Countless overlapping shrill screams came from inside each broken piece!
This is an absolutely terrifying and weird scene - the charred and twisted alien limbs are torn apart, squirming, splitting, and escaping on the streets where the embers are still burning, and screams are so sharp that they seem to pierce the sanity of mortals.
They kept splitting apart, becoming more and more weird, and in the end, it seemed that the whole world was filled with their piercing and shrill screams!
For the first time since the fight started, Shirley felt creepy. She held the chain in her hand tightly, but didn't know how to use her accustomed "tactics" to deal with these shrieking pieces that were still splitting and squirming, but soon
, she noticed that these torn pieces had no intention of continuing to fight - they were actually running away in unison.
Escape from the green flames that are still spreading.
Now they have split into hundreds of fragments, squirming and running on the street like black swarms of insects, escaping crazily towards the far side of the street between the cracks of green flames, and some of them are constantly being destroyed by nearby people.
The fire of the spirit body is "captured" - just by an accidental brush, or just by a spark, the flame will immediately spread on it and burn it through instantly!
But this burning is not the end, but just the beginning - the fragments burned by the spiritual fire did not die, but suddenly turned around and began to hunt, attack, and gnaw those who had not escaped from the fire and were not affected by the green
Pieces of flesh and blood touched by flames.
Everything happened very quickly. In almost half a minute, half of the fragments of flesh and blood scattered on the street had been burned and infected by the fire of the spirit body. Those flesh and blood fragments eroded by the green flame were preying on the people in front of them.
"Compatriots" for a second, and a faint green wall of fire had closed at the end of the street, completely blocking all escape routes.
This fire scene seemed to have become a hunting ground. Thousands of fragments split from the body of the same attacker in black turned into a swarm of insects fighting to the death. The continuous screams finally stopped, but instead
It was an even creepier sound—the sound of chewing that filled the entire street.
The attacker tried to disintegrate and flee, and now he became a feast for himself.
Shirley felt goosebumps all over her body, and she could feel Agou shivering too. She was shivering slightly in the street filled with hot ashes, but the next second, she felt a warm
His hand pressed on his shoulder.
"Don't be afraid," Duncan comforted Shirley softly, "Insects are most afraid of fire."
Shirley's shoulders shook, and she felt an extremely strange feeling in her heart. She was being cared for by a powerful being, a comforting sense of security, and being held tightly by something indescribable.
The creepy feeling of staring was mixed together at the same time. She boldly raised her head and glanced at Duncan next to her, only to see that he was frowning.
"To put it bluntly, it's a bit disgusting," Duncan said to Shirley from the bottom of his heart, looking at the "swarm of insects" that were preying on each other, "I didn't expect it to be like this."
Who believes it!
"It's true..." Shirley said timidly that she believed it, and whatever the boss said was what he said, "It's a bit disgusting..."
"Fortunately, it's almost over." Duncan said with a slightly relaxed tone.
Almost over.
The sounds of flames and predators on the streets are gradually dying down. Both the predator and the prey have finally exhausted their vitality and turned into piles of ashes scattered by the wind. The strange attackers have just turned into nothingness.
And the spiritual fire that was spreading everywhere began to gradually converge and subside.
It wasn't until this moment that Shirley finally swallowed her saliva. She looked at the tiny piles of scattered ashes and boldly asked, "Is it... over?"
Duncan shook his head: "...not necessarily."
Shirley looked at Duncan in surprise and confusion, but saw that he was walking forward, and the last fragment from the attacker emerged from the nearby ash heap, and the amorphous abominable flesh and blood swayed.
It moves, it seems to want to escape
But after just a few steps, he stopped.
Duncan stopped in front of the broken pieces, bent down, and a little green flame danced between his fingers.
"I have heard many scary and bizarre stories, and these stories tell me an experience," Duncan said slowly, explaining to Shirley, "If you suddenly find that your enemy has the ability to divide, then you'd better acquiesce.
The first enemy you encounter is just a split body - always assume there is an entity hiding behind the split body, used to write sequels for bad authors."
He tapped his fingertips lightly and lit the green flame on the surface of the last fragment.
"I don't really like sequels, and I don't like having an inexplicable identity hidden behind the scenes, and I have to wait until the protagonists are too careless to bring out the swordsman."
The green flame burned fiercely, and the dirty fragment suddenly trembled. Then, many structures like insect legs appeared at the bottom, supporting it as it stood up precariously.
Duncan stood up slowly, quietly staring at the last remaining pieces of the attacker.