newbobooks Chapter 174 Unexpected Melee
Chapter 174 Unexpected Melee
Chapter 174 Unexpected Melee
The dock area, the abandoned West Bayron shipyard warehouse area.
A howling, chilling wind swirled continuously, and countless transparent shadows appeared and disappeared in the wind, like a swarm of sharks on the sea that had smelled blood, poised to pounce.
On the ground, the soft soil was lifted up one after another, and one expressionless body after another sat up from it.
Amidst the howling, chilling wind and numerous undead and shadowy figures, two equally pale-faced figures confront each other, their eyes brimming with malice.
The next second, they all turned their heads to look at the outermost edge of the encirclement formed by the living creature and the shadow.
Sparkling starlight flew out from the void, quickly coalescing into a phantom door covered with mysterious symbols and patterns.
Immediately afterwards, Verdu's somewhat ethereal figure emerged from behind the illusory gate.
The howling, chilling wind made his body tremble uncontrollably, and the hairs on his body stood on end. An immense fear welled up in his heart, and it took him half a second to come to his senses.
His face was blank and fearful, his throat bobbed, and he swallowed the saliva that was secreted in his mouth due to the great fluctuations in his emotions.
At the same time, one hand trembled as it reached for the "door" pattern made of rubies, emeralds, and diamonds on the clothes, trying to teleport away again.
But at that very moment, his classically styled black robe tightened without warning, wrapping him up like a rice dumpling, making it difficult for him to move even a finger.
How could this happen... at this time, damn it...
The two men who were facing off were stunned for a moment when they saw the sudden intruder. Then, in perfect unison, they raised their right hands, thumbs up, next to their index fingers, which were aimed at the suddenly appearing Verdu.
Without a sound, the air where Verdu was located exploded, sending wisps of black smoke billowing upwards.
The undead and shadowy figures that were originally around him instantly evaporated, leaving only a few clumps of withered yellow flesh and bones on the ground.
Verdu looked around in bewilderment and fear. The lifeless soil beneath him, the swirling blackness in the air, and the silently vanishing undead and shadowy figures all told him that the attack he had just experienced was real and incredibly terrifying.
But he, who was at the center of the attack, was not harmed at all, as if the two were in different dimensions, able to see each other but unable to touch each other.
"Is it you?"
Maric's voice was hoarse, and his brown eyes held an extremely suppressed malice as he looked behind "Caterpillar" Verdu.
Noticing the gazes cast by the two extraordinary individuals opposite him who gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, Verdu, bound by his clothes like a "caterpillar," turned around with difficulty.
Following that malicious gaze, he saw a thin, slender hand that had somehow landed on his shoulder.
His gaze moved upwards, and he saw the owner of the hand. He recognized the person; it was none other than Cyril, whom he had just met during the day!
"How come you..." He pursed his lips, swallowed the question, and solemnly asked:
"Thanks."
Cyril raised an eyebrow at him and remarked:
"You're welcome. You're lucky. I was hiding here watching the show, and you just happened to fall right in front of me."
Verdu was quite lucky: ...
If I were really lucky, I wouldn't be here at this time!
Ignoring the smile on Verdu's face that was more like a grimace, Cyril looked past him to the pale-faced Maric and Jason, the other "living" character who made no attempt to hide his malice, and chuckled:
"Sorry, the negative effects of the magical item on my friend have flared up, and he accidentally got lost and ended up here. Please continue fighting and ignore us."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sirion clearly felt the malice directed at him intensify.
With his shoulders pressed down, Verdu kept swallowing, his voice trembling as he said:
"Just pull on the 'door' pattern made of gems on my clothes to teleport. Let's get out of here quickly."
Sensing the other person's fear, Sirion reassured them, "Trust me, they won't be able to touch a hair on your head."
"This is the best seat in the audience, it's a rare opportunity, let's watch a little longer."
"Ha, how arrogant." Jason, the "living corpse," looked at the two with greedy and malicious eyes.
"Being an audience member is no fun, why not join us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom skull shrouded in black mist and carrying a heavy aura of death attacked Cyril and "Caterpillar" Verdu.
Then, to Verdu's astonishment and under the watchful eyes of the others, the illusory skull pierced through the two men's bodies and landed on the outer wall of the warehouse behind them with a dull thud.
"snort!"
Jason snorted coldly after his attack failed, and a chilling wind swept around him, causing the temperature to drop sharply and beautiful, dreamlike snowflakes to fall from the sky.
Amidst the howling wind and snowflakes, a figure suddenly appeared, moving at breakneck speed.
It had tufts of short, gray hair, and long, sharp, and strong, dark green nails that looked like wolf claws. Its two claws, which were longer than human hands, stopped less than a centimeter from Marich's throat, unable to go any further.
The "werewolf" who launched his attack on Marich under the cover of the cold wind and snowflakes saw a beautiful figure in each of his eyes.
That was Miss Sharon, wearing a deep black Gothic court dress and a small black soft hat!
Seeing this, Cyril, who had been quietly watching from the sidelines, nodded almost imperceptibly.
After Verdu's sudden intrusion, forcing him to reveal himself to save him, he knew he would inevitably be drawn into the battle between the indulgent and temperate factions of the Rose School tonight. That's why he had just subtly hinted at the location of Miss Sharon's "Crimson Crown," which was hidden in the shadows.
For a "vengeful spirit" who can communicate directly with the spirit world, all he needs to do is make a small movement with the hand he has behind his back.
Not far away, in the shadows atop the warehouse, Klein watched the battlefield unfold in an unpredictable direction. After a moment's hesitation, he chose to remain hidden and wait for an opportunity.
The werewolf Tyre, possessed by Miss Sharon, plunged one hand into his throat, attempting to sever his own trachea, while reaching into his pocket with the other.
After some searching, he took out a crown shaped like a full moon from his pocket.
Snapped!
A crisp snap of fingers suddenly rang out.
The crimson crown, inlaid with rows of red gems and dotted with moon symbols and numerous mysterious markings, was drawn by an unseen force and flew towards Sirion on its own.
"Object manipulation" magic trick!
Marich and Jason "Live" simultaneously pushed off the ground with both feet, their bodies shooting towards the "Crimson Corona" like cannonballs, attempting to intercept this magical item.
Before they collided, a figure dressed in a black tailcoat and a dark red cloak suddenly appeared and easily reached out to grasp the "Crimson Moon Crown" that had been moved by the "object manipulation" trick.
The second "vengeful spirit" that had been hiding has appeared!
Those dark green eyes were devoid of any emotion, extremely cold, and filled with malice as they looked at Sirion.
They recognized each other as the "vengeful spirit" they had encountered in the mirror world (a strange fellow with a disabled little boy).
The next second, the surroundings suddenly lit up, and crimson moonlight filled the entire abandoned warehouse area.
A full moon has appeared!
Under the crimson moonlight, the power of the "vengeful spirit" Sharon rapidly faded, forcing her to withdraw from the state of "possessed by a vengeful spirit".
Wrapped in his classical robe like a caterpillar, Verdu's body trembled uncontrollably. He writhed in pain, his body bulging with egg-sized lumps, and wriggling worms could be vaguely seen beneath his skin.
Cyril tightened his grip on his shoulder, preventing him from collapsing to the ground and writhing in darkness.
The next second, Sirion suddenly stopped in his action of withdrawing his hand, and at the same time his eyes reflected a figure wearing a black tailcoat and a dark red cloak.
A vengeful spirit has possessed him!
Cyril paused for a moment, then burst into unrestrained laughter. "Haha, you're the bravest 'vengeful spirit' I've ever seen, though I haven't seen many 'vengeful spirits' in total."
As he spoke, his body was bathed in a layer of colorful starlight, his figure became ethereal, and pairs of transparent, dragonfly-wing-like membranes stretched out from his back, causing him to float directly into the air.
In his eyes, the expression on Steve's face, the "vengeful spirit," changed from ferocity to bewilderment, and finally to terror.
He discovered that he had no control over Sirion's body at all!
No, not only that, he's now trapped inside. Cyril's eyes are like an impenetrable cage, firmly imprisoning him within.
No matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail; he couldn't even call for help.
Without a sound, a sacred, clear, radiant, and pure warm light descended from the sky and enveloped Sirion.
But the two seemed to be on different dimensions, passing each other by.
On the roof of the warehouse not far away, Klein paused for a moment, then abandoned his plan to help Sirion and instead fired at Jason, the "living man" who had completely suppressed Marich.
boom!boom!
The bullet, gleaming with a pale golden light, pierced the air and shot toward Jason, but he easily dodged it, leaving only a few bullet holes in the ground.
He glanced provocatively at Klein, who was firing from the shadows, and raised the crimson "moon" in his hand.
After retrieving the Crimson Corona and activating the full moon, Steve the Wraith simply tossed the magical item to him before going off to deal with the others.
He withdrew his gaze, and a thick black mist emanated from behind him, forming a pair of illusory bat wings, before disappearing from Klein's sight at an extremely fast speed.