I have found out your real name

Chapter 85 Killing Pumpkin

"There are still more than five months until Halloween, don't you think you came out too early, Pumpkinhead?"

Li Wu bent his knees slightly, staring at the attacker in front of him.

"How much does that festival have to do with me, sir?"

Although there was no expression at all, Jack Pumpkin spread his hands and said in an innocent tone: "Those Irish people said at first that I was talking about turnip lanterns."

Without giving him time to continue the routine, Jack Pumpkin lifted the lantern in his left hand.

The fire wire that was originally a trap was bent and absorbed into it, making the flickering lights even more dazzling.

Li Wu opened his palms to aim at the enemy, and the crimson fire was ready to go like a bullet loaded into the barrel of a gun.

No matter what the opponent wants to do, it is always right to interrupt first.

It is necessary to adjust the accuracy of the output in consideration of not accidentally injuring the two lying corpses behind the pumpkin head.

Finally, pull the trigger on what exists in the imagination.

In a calmer form than the flames he swayed in the past, the "bullet" left a fleeting red light in the air, and shot towards the funny-looking pumpkin head.

The air expanded by heat along the way produced small shock waves, but before the screeching sound reached the ears, the thread-shaped flames imitating the traps set by the enemy had already bit into the hollow eye sockets of Jack Pumpkin.

It just raised the lantern in its hand, and then shrank its huge head down out of thin air, leaving the blue windbreaker in place like a golden cicada's magic show of shedding its shell.

The abandoned lantern floated where the head was originally, and a laser-like red line of fire pierced through the central light that had turned into a faint blue light.

The fire that lights up on the edge of the moor at night is said to be the lantern held by the wandering jack pumpkin-this is considered to be the Irish interpretation of the will-o'-the-wisp.

Now, the blue will-o'-the-wisp suddenly expanded under the impact of the alien flame.

After reaching the limit, like a three-dimensional pinball being hit with all its strength, it flows back in the opposite direction of the hit!

With the help of Li Wu's attack, the lights split into hundreds of will-o'-the-wisp bombs, covering him and the Zashiki Doji who were blown away by the explosion like a small fire cover within the attack range.

But this delicately designed counterattack only fell on the open space. The blue flames fell on the lawn and in the woods, causing a silent explosion. The soil and trees were dissolved in silence. The first wave of fights was completely changed, leaving potholes like sores.

From Li Wu's first attack to triggering a counterattack, the whole process took only a few seconds.

At the same time as he fired the flames, his body, which had already been ready to go, smoothly entered the state of manifestation.

In the first second, the "bullet" that surpassed the speed of sound came in front of the enemy. He rushed to Zashiki Doji, and the strong wind almost knocked down the little monster who had just got up.

In the second second, he maintained his momentum, picked up Zashiki Doji and threw it farther away. With his physique like a monster, he let out a scream like a roller coaster. hit.

In the third second, he slammed a fist with burning flames of anger in front of him, smashing the unavoidable will-o'-the-wisp, and using his experience in fighting the girl, he incorporated the wandering trajectory of the will-o'-the-wisp into the pre-reading of [Eye Cleansing], and wiped it away The seemingly seamless fire net rushed in front of the enemy.

Maybe now he can even avoid the strafing by armed forces equipped with heavy machine guns.

Such thoughts flashed in his mind, and he was a little surprised to find that with the windbreaker unfolded, the pumpkin's head came out of the neckline again, and rushed towards him menacingly.

Take the initiative to take the approach of close combat - how dare it?
According to legend, Jack Pumpkin is by no means a monster good at melee combat, not to mention that it voluntarily gave up the hostages behind it.

Li Wu easily grasped the short knife it handed out, melted it into molten iron for the second time, and swung his left fist three times in a short period of time.

Two punches bombarded the pumpkin's head, and the last punch landed in the middle of the windbreaker.

In the summer of Sakurajima, the game of playing watermelon with a wooden stick is popular. Thanks to the kind Jack, he experienced the feeling of midsummer in May.

In addition to the hollowed out facial features, there were two more deep depressions on Jack Pumpkin's head, and the orange-yellow liquid splashed in the air due to the impact of the last punch.

Unidentified blood or brains flowed down. Jack was like a spinning top that was roughly launched, spinning and bouncing on the uneven ground due to offense and defense, and finally leaned against the fake rock placed at the other end of the artificial lake. , hitting a crack from top to bottom.

"Oh my god, isn't it too late to say surrender? I still want to survive and dissect more women."

It covered its head that was still flowing, and said in a frivolous tone.

"It's an open stomach and an autopsy. You are the Jack of Halloween, not the Jack who lives in the fog city?"

Li Wu raised his foot to step on its face, and pressed its entire head onto the fake stone.

The dying monster suddenly widened its hollowed-out smile: "Maybe then?"

"No matter which Jack it is, who is the boss you are following now? The guy who is said to be the king? He doesn't seem to be taking care of you well."

"You misunderstood, sir, I have always faithfully fulfilled the boss's orders, so I can't die here just yet."

Following its words, the mist filled up, covering the lake beside the two of them and everything around them.

Li Wu exerted all his strength, but only crushed the stones under his feet.

In the sudden white mist, the black figure holding the blade loomed.

"Because both are called Jack, so the Ripper and Pumpkinhead are the same person?"

He withdrew his legs and twitched the corners of his mouth because he thought it was too ridiculous.

"Although I don't quite understand it, isn't there such a theory? By imitating all or part of a subject, you can gain the power of imitating the object?"

From the mist came the sound of Jack Pumpkin.

"Because we have the same name, maybe we have a similar essence? How do you even know if Jack-o'-lantern and Jack the Ripper are actually the same person in history, sir?"

The knife light, which is more stealthy and powerful than the first sneak attack, flashed through the fog, and was flashed back by Li Wu. He ignited the fire as a counterattack, but the strange shadow that was involved turned into mist and disappeared, blending into the surrounding In the white mist.

"You can't be the same person."

Li Wu, who successfully confirmed the conclusion through this attack, concluded.

"Why? Are you such an unimaginative, boring person? Then I have no interest in dismantling after killing Mr., so why don't you go and take care of your friends?"

The voice full of malice was accompanied by another sneak attack. This time Li Wu grabbed the back of the dagger with his bare hands, snapped off its white-gloved arm, caught the falling dagger, and swung a clean Assassinate.

The short blade pierced through the eye socket, but the Jack that was hit also turned into mist and dissipated.

"Because your real name is out there, idiot."

Li Wu replied.

In the first attack, he confirmed that the word "Jack Pumpkin" was still on the head of the monster that emerged.

If it is said that the murderer Jack who committed a series of crimes in Fog City in history and the prototype of the legend of the Halloween jack-o-lantern are the same existence, then there is no reason to display such a text, directly writing "Jack" is closer to the essence, right?

He took a deep breath, and the flames spread out in waves.

They have moved from their original location to the other side of the artificial lake.

Therefore, he can also let go of his hands and feet a little, and he doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting Teraya and looking for them.

The terrible heat evaporated the wet soil under the feet in a circular pattern, and the lawn was turned into fly ash in the first place-after tonight's battle, the manager of this park may spend several months repairing this as if it has been destroyed. The tragedy of a big monster passing by.

The mist dissipated under the force of the wrathful flames that exorcised demons and evil, and even the artificial lake near the shore was boiling with bubbles.

However, after he took the initiative to extinguish the fire and created a fog-free space, he did not see the figure of the other party emerging.

Instead, after he stopped outputting power, the fog in the distance was formed again, covering everything.

Although it is not impossible to expand the range of the flame, just use the method when fighting the tree demon summoned by the leprechaun.

But in that case, he might only be able to save two piles of ashes.

What's more, after eliminating the fog itself, it may not be guaranteed to find out this pumpkin monster who claims to be Jack the Ripper at the same time.

Li Wu blocked the cold light coming again with the sword in his hand, and summoned the Kurigara sword with his free left hand.

The sword light capable of splitting the essence of foreign demons swept across the waist of the enemy who launched the third sneak attack, and cut him in half, but the fourth attack came soon.

"What a powerful sword!"

A sneaky low sigh came from the mist: "But you can't tell who I am, right? Is it a pumpkin monster? Is it a murderer? Maybe it's Spring Heeled Jack who was active in London in 1837? I recently fell in love with him. If we have a network invented by human beings, there are terrorists pretending to be me."

Except for the last one, which speaks of folklore that bears the name Jack.

So, is the true body of [Jack Pumpkin] the stitching of many weird things named Jack?

No, it should be said that you must never think that way.

Link to when it suddenly showed fog and improved melee skills, and why it was so weak in the first fight.

Li Wu stitched together the clues, caught the flying knife thrown at him with his bare hands, and threw it back at a faster speed, penetrating the enemy's head.

"Isn't this too much, sir? Isn't it time for me to turn over the cards? You should be tired by now, right?"

After being killed by Li Wu again, Jack Pumpkin's voice was a little out of breath.

"I think I could do this all night... Besides, are you trying to convince me that you're some kind of monster conglomeration named Jack because you're in a hurry?"

Its sound suddenly stopped.

The thought process is simple.

First of all, believe in your own abilities, and believe that [Jack Pumpkin] is the essence of monsters.

Compared with the Ossorian werewolves or the headless horseman who once fought, the legend of [Jack Pumpkin] is somewhat different.

The former has distinct characteristics of primitive religious worship, while the latter is the product of Christianity introduced into the British Isles.

No matter which version of the story, the basic structure is that a man or child named Jack - in some versions it is emphasized that he is a miser or a drunkard - deceived the demon, he invited the demon to drink, and persuaded the other party when he paid for the drink. Turned into a sixpence to play tricks on the boss, but in the end he used silver paper to press down the devil's coin and seal it.

Even in a legend, Jack tricked Satan into a tree, and then carved a cross with divine power on the tree, trapping the Lord of Hell on the tree.

No matter which story ends, Jack is not accepted by hell and heaven after his death, and can only wander the earth with a hollow lantern carved from a radish—at first his image should have nothing to do with pumpkins.

"The core element of your story is actually [deception]."

Li Wu lowered his hands, allowing the short blade to slash towards him.

The light of the knife passed through his body like a flower in a mirror and the moon in water.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

"That's right, isn't it awkward that a drunkard from Ireland insists on using that contrived tone?"

Li Wu grabbed Jack Pumpkin's wrist, slammed it to the ground like a towel that was not wrung out, and stomped on its head.

"What did you say in the first place? 'Those Irish people said I was talking about turnip lights at first,' and it was a lie from the start."

The corpses left this time were still turned into mist, but the speed of dissipating had been much slower.

"You're trying to set up a language trap to make me think that's who you are now. But in fact, Jack's image changed to what he is today when the Irish who immigrated to the New World discovered that pumpkins were more suitable for hollow lanterns. Jack-o'-lanterns have also become a symbol of Halloween."

The surrounding white mist rolled and receded, and the blue will-o'-the-wisps weaved into layers of nets, approaching the humans in the center.

"Only summoning the will-o'-the-wisp is your own power, other than that, you just echo the cognition of others and transform into this ridiculous pumpkin head."

Through deception, he adjusts himself to the existence in the impression of others. Li Wu believes that this is the truth of the power that a person who has deceived the devil should have.

"Whether it is an autopsy, holding a knife, or even the initial imitation of the trap laid at the murder scene, it is all material for lies. If I didn't take advantage of the trend, 'why does this guy have a Jack the Ripper feeling'? , you will make up something else, right?"

After the deceived person rejects the lie, the false power dissipates.

Li Wu raised his right hand and recited the words to summon Stonehenge.

The approaching fire net was shattered by the sudden rise of the stone arch, and in the receding mist, a stone pillar jumped up and pushed Jack Pumpkin, who was fleeing towards the edge, into the air.

"The breath that breeds the sun... how is it possible!"

It exclaimed.

Speaking of it, Halloween seems to be a festival for the Celts to celebrate the solar cycle.

Li Wu didn't think about what Jack's reaction meant for the time being. He bent his knees and ejected himself as a weapon, grabbing the Jack pumpkin who had lost his resurrection ability.

He circled in the air, and slapped the pumpkin-shaped head on the top of the stone pillar, hitting a small pit.

Still wanting to resist, Jack Pumpkin maintained a prone position, with a new lantern slipping out of his left sleeve.

But it didn't have time to condense the will-o'-the-wisp, because of the addition of Stonehenge, his whole body was full of jumps, and Li Wu, who was urging him to release the power, had already stepped on the lights like a mischievous urchin.

He took Jack's head with both hands, pulled it off the cylinder, and snapped it off!

"Want to do an autopsy?"

A ring of cracks spread out on the top of the hard stone pillar.

"You can't die here for the time being, can you?"

The summoned pillar trembled under the violence of its master.

"Cooking my friends, right?"

Lifting something that could no longer be seen as a pumpkin head, but more like an abstract work of art made of fruits, Li Wu made a final blow.

The entire stone pillar broke from it due to the violent impact, and the two people on the pillar fell from the air.

The extremely tenacious Jack Pumpkin waved his white gloves covered in mud and crawled forward.

"I must...remind the boss...as long as I can reach that place! The goal has not been achieved..."

Li Wu grabbed the hem of his windbreaker and lifted him upside down.

The left hand summoned the sword of Kurikara again, aiming at the Jack pumpkin who had been seen through.

"Happy Halloween."

The long sword burning with blue flames pierced through the center of the windbreaker, quietly licking the monster's body.

This time, disguised as a murderer, the creature from Celtic mythology let out a desperate cry.

(End of this chapter)