Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 213 Death Battle
Behind him are the Nighthawks "Red Gloves" and the troops on the airship who may recover at any time and rush here. In front of them is only this mysterious woman.

Without hesitation, Lanervus kicked off his feet and rushed towards the mysterious woman.

The opponent also charged forward with a dagger burning with black flames, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed.

Having just escaped from the Red Gloves' attack, Lanrevus was unarmed, but he didn't need other weapons.Although he is only a low-sequence Extraordinary of the "Stealer" path, he has been possessed by the abominable "True Creator" for a long time and has transformed part of his body's flesh and blood. He has also obtained many special abilities through endless ravings and curses. Abilities that are not part of the regular "stealers".

Slightly avoiding the attack direction of the dagger, he stretched out his right hand, and the palm with the smell of stench and blood was about to hit the opponent's shoulder. The woman suddenly changed direction and dodged to his left. At the same time, the dagger fell and fell on his hand. There was a bone-deep wound left on the elbow. The black flames on the dagger instantly ignited the skin of the elbow and spread quickly, burning to other parts.

The pain of the cursed flame that penetrated deep into the soul made Lanerwus break into a cold sweat. He quickly turned his right hand into a claw, dug into the skin of his elbow, tore off the part burning with black flames and threw it away. Then he looked at the part with fear. A dagger with swaying black flames.

"Are you a witch? Why is the Witch Sect involved in this matter?"

The "Witch" did not answer, but flicked the dagger and continued to stab him.

Lanerwus knew that in addition to the cursed black flames, extraordinary people in the witch path could also control frost and be proficient in various black magic. However, this silent mysterious witch seemed to be fond of close combat, as if she had not yet been promoted. He was wielding the dagger like a low-level sequence, leaving a wound on his body from time to time, and he could only quickly dig out the flesh and blood stained with black flames to avoid being continuously harmed by the curse.

It looks like I'm hurting myself...

And she's not going to kill me?Are you stalling for time, waiting for the Nighthawks to catch up, or do you simply want to torture me through these pains?
Knowing that time was limited and could not be delayed any longer, Lanerwus gritted his teeth and endured the pain of wounds all over his body, and rushed towards the opponent.

When he quickly closed the distance, the skin between his chest and abdomen exposed under his shirt, his palms, face and other exposed parts all sprouted densely packed small bumps, as if stones of varying sizes were buried under his skin, and they quickly connected. It formed into one piece, glowing with an unsettling rust color, and instantly covered his whole body, turning into a set of flesh and blood armor.

This made Lanervus' thin body suddenly swell, and his momentum increased a lot. The witch's dagger quickly struck at his left hand, but only left a shallow scratch on the rusty flesh armor. , the black flames are still burning these mutated flesh and blood, but unfortunately the effect is much worse than before.

"You know, even a person like me will gain a lot after being tortured by the gods for such a long time."

Clenching his fist covered with mutated flesh, Lanervus swung out a lightning strike, hitting the witch directly in the face like a battle-hardened boxer. The latter flexibly bent his neck to avoid the punch, but was directly hit. The blow hit the sewer wall, shattering the rock and causing a splash of dust that blinded the witch.

good chance!
He suddenly accelerated, stretched out his hands, opened the swollen fingers of his left hand, and grasped the opponent's right hand holding the dagger, while his right hand clenched his fist and smashed it into that hateful round face.

He had been pretending to be outmatched by the opponent's speed, deliberately showing weakness and being injured, but now it all paid off.

"Bam—"

The right fist covered with flesh and blood armor smashed into the witch's head unstoppably, smashing her head flat...

wrong!

Lanervus watched as the witch in front of him turned into a thin white paper figure. Its head was broken, and its right hand was crushed to pieces by Lanervus, and it was floating down in the air.

Immediately, there was a sharp pain in his left elbow. The witch reappeared from beside him and swung a dagger, cutting off his left hand at the elbow. The rust-colored armor that was indestructible just now seemed to be made of paper, and the dagger shrouded in black flames looked like... Cut open like butter, followed by the underlying muscles, blood vessels, and bones.

Holding back the severe pain, leaving his left arm whose flesh and blood armor was gradually disappearing, Lanervus rolled in the sewage and left the place.

He stood up from the stinky sewage and took a few steps back before holding his left elbow to steady his steps. Several weird granulations emerged from the wound on his elbow, which stopped the bleeding, as if he was repairing the wound.

But the injuries that penetrated his body in the chest and abdomen, the previous battle with the "Goddess Sword", and the collision at the demigod level had exhausted his physical strength and spirituality. His current recovery was very slow, and he wanted to make his left hand grow back completely. It's impossible to do it within the time limit.

But this witch, her target from the beginning was my left hand?

Lanervus was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat, but what shocked him even more was the opponent's methods.

Her several attacks were aimed at my left hand, my left elbow to be precise, and she even pretended that she couldn't cut through my flesh and blood armor. The ultimate goal was to find the right opportunity to cut off my left arm?

Slowly backing up, Lanervus looked at the woman who was approaching step by step, who was clearly a "witch" but could also use the "paper double" like a "magician" from the Secret Order. He shook his head and said:
"Okay, I really can't beat you, I admit defeat," he whispered, his eyes turned to the side passage, his brain was working rapidly, thinking of ways to escape, "Are you a 'Witch Cult' or a 'Secret Order' Someone? Or are you planning to hand me over to the gang of Nighthawks behind you and let them judge me for my crimes in Tingen City?"

"neither."

The woman who had only said a few words when they met finally spoke again.

"I just said that I want you to remember the innocent people who were killed by you." She stood seven or eight meters away and rekindled the dagger in her hand. The black flames that sprang up caused various wounds on Lan Erwusi's body. It seemed like the pain was starting again, "Look, after cutting off your left hand, did you wake up a little and be able to remember what happened in Tingen City?"

"The next part is on the chest. Don't die early." As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her hand and threw out the black flame dagger. A bright yellow light flashed from her body, and the distance between the two people was instantly spanned. The last one arrived first, and stepped on She appeared in front of Lan Erwusi with flames, reached out to take the dagger flying from behind her, and slashed at him with the sword.

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Klein, dressed as a dockworker, wore a clown mask with raised corners of his mouth and a red ball on his nose. He ran quickly between the passages of the sewers. He moved quickly and walked through the complex sewers at extremely fast speeds, as if accepting... Some kind of guidance, running towards the place where the sound of fighting was faintly heard ahead.

After lying in wait for several minutes at the location confirmed by divination, Klein, who discovered that Lanerwus had "broken the promise", conducted a dream divination again and learned that the other party had changed his escape route and appeared in a sewer location closer to the East Balan dock. Move hurriedly in that direction.

Following the spiritual reminder, he passed through one corner after another and quickly approached the target location. However, after turning another right-angled corner, Klein stopped and held Tarot cards that could be used as flying knives in his hands. Look ahead.

In the dark passage in front of him, a ray of crimson moonlight penetrated through the gap in the sewer manhole cover above his head and fell on the water. In the moonlight, a tall figure wearing a cloak clung to another who was slightly shorter but stronger. Behind the figure, a slender arm penetrated the latter's chest, shining with the color of blood under the moonlight.

This scene made Klein subconsciously feel pain in his chest, as if he had returned to the last day in Tingen City, the day when he was pierced through the chest by Ince Zangwill, his heart was broken, and he died in front of Angel.

"Shh-"

The tall figure withdrew his arm and pushed the other person who was no longer moving.

The deceased fell to the ground with his chest down, his left arm severed from the elbow stretched forward, as if he wanted to crawl away from the murderer behind him.

The figure with blood-stained hands moved his neck and looked at Klein. The next second, bright yellow flames shot out from all over his body and disappeared into the sewer with a "pop" sound.

Looking around subconsciously, Klein didn't notice the mysterious man.

The other party has already left?
He was careful and vigilant, and slowly walked towards the deceased who had fallen to the ground. He pulled the lifeless body out of the water, turned it over, and recognized the person's identity through the moonlight above his head.

This mutilated corpse was hidden in the dock area. He escaped from the pursuit of the "Red Gloves" tonight, but inexplicably changed his route and appeared here.

The face that had turned bronze for some reason did not have the sneer that mocked everything in the world when it appeared at the dock union yesterday or in the portrait on the wanted poster. Instead, it was full of doubts and confusion.

"How did I die here?"

His wide eyes seemed to be questioning Klein who was looking at him.

From the head down, the shirt on Lanervus's right shoulder was dyed dark red. It seemed that there was a huge wound underneath that was constantly oozing blood, but the clothes were not damaged. On the chest, the piece of wound that was about to heal was There was a piercing wound on the chest and abdomen. In the wound pierced by the mysterious man's punch just now, blood was still flowing out from the broken heart.

His forward left arm had only a smooth cut surface at the elbow level. He didn't know where his forearm fell in the sewer, and Klein, who didn't have dark vision, didn't try to find it.

He just stared blankly at this symbolic figure of death. The face under the clown mask kept distorting, and then he bent over and held his belly in laughter, making an inhuman laugh.

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

Amidst breathless laughter, he panted and said intermittently:

"Haha, you guy, how, haha, how did you get ahead of me... Hahaha."

After laughing for a few seconds, he suddenly stopped laughing, which was worse than crying. He took out the ceremonial knife he carried with him and inserted it into Lan Erwusi's chest. It was buried above the fist-sized wound, leaving only the handle.

"Still so reckless of the consequences, rushing forward as if risking his life." After finishing the blow, Klein looked around and took out the deck of tarot cards he prepared to use in battle from his pocket, "Lan'erwu If the Nighthawks saw Si like this, wouldn't he immediately know that it was you who did it?"

He pinched the deck of tarot cards with his thumb and middle finger, bent them hard, put his index finger forward, and popped out the entire deck one by one like a dealer shuffling cards, and sprinkled it on Lanerwuss and the sewer beside him. middle.

After doing all this, looking at the tarot cards on the floor and the corpses bearing the fatal wounds of the Nighthawks who died in Tingen City, Klein sniffed and said softly:
"Although I don't know why you came to Backlund, how you found Lan Erwus, and killed him before me..."

The corners of his mouth curled up under his mask, as if he had become the smiling clown he was playing.

"...But it's nice to know you're still alive..."

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, 3K Beast is back for a limited time today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)