Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2266: The King of Puppets (17)
Chapter 2266 The King of Puppets (Seventeen)
"Huh? What happened?" When the mercenaries got up from the ground, they must have been very surprised to see the bandits who had died and turned into pieces of flesh and blood.
"You have disappointed me." Arthur turned his head and glanced at Hanover, the head of the New Moon Mercenary Corps, and said coldly: "I paid you to help exterminate the bandits, but you were killed. All the illusions of the brain monster are down, and in the end, I still have to fight alone by myself? Then what's the use of me paying you money?"
"...I'm really sorry." Hanover had no room for refutation, and could only apologise: "I didn't expect that the monster used illusion, it was a mistake. How did your Excellency avoid it? Illusion attack? I only remember that before I fainted, there was a white light in front of my eyes, as if it was shot from your hand------"
"That's not the point," Arthur interrupted hurriedly. Anyway, these mercenaries didn't see the moment when Arthur used [Spellbreaker], or at least, they didn't see it clearly. In the eyes of ordinary people, this [lawbreaker] is similar to magic. Of course, the fewer people know about it, the better, lest the news spreads in the future, and the heretic judge of the Holy See will come to trouble Arthur.
"Speaking of which, you did this too?" Hanover glanced at the bright red flesh on the ground again. Originally, in addition to their group, there were a large number of bandits. When these bandits came to this hall, they began to kneel before the red blood fountain, as if they were performing some kind of religious ceremony. According to the memory of the mercenaries, after the brain-shaped monster emerged from the blood spring, they all fell from the illusion. During this period, only Arthur was fighting. What happened? unknown. Could it be that the seemingly weak blond boy in front of him swept away all the brain monsters present, as well as the bandits with at least thirty people? And using some unimaginable brutality to chop those bandits into minced meat in this place?
"Strictly speaking, the brain monster did it." Arthur replied: "It seems to use some kind of powerful necromancy to turn the living into half-dead undead, and then direct these living dead to besiege me. In the end, I still defeated the slow-moving undead with a slight advantage, but the brain monster attracted the flesh and blood of the undead and synthesized something else. But I killed it in the end, no matter what it was made of The flesh-and-blood giant is still the brain monster itself."
"Really." Listening to Arthur's understatement of all this, Hannover vaguely knew that the actual situation was much more tragic than what Arthur said.
He didn't want to ask for details.
"So... it's over? Just call it a day?" Verne yawned and said, "Oh, just right~ I'm so sleepy, I can finally go back to sleep."
"No." Nantes, the fortune-teller in the New Moon Mercenary Corps, suddenly said: "It seems that it is not over yet."
"Hmm." Arthur also sensed something, clenching his Seraph holy sword.
The brain monster cut in half by Arthur should have been completely cold. But in fact, it still had a little bit of strength to struggle, and the brain ball that was cut in half began to twist, twitch, and let out a scream that human ears can't hear.
[It's mine------]
[You don't rob! ------]
"I don't know what you're talking about." Arthur pretended to be stupid.
The thing slowly floated up from the ground, as if using some kind of psychic power to lift itself into the air. Even though it had already been cut in half, it was strange that its two brain **** could still float in mid-air.
"Hey, do you have a way to fight the illusion? Don't be stunned by this guy's blow again, I'll be very troubled if it goes on like this." Arthur hummed.
"Nante?" Hanover asked.
"Take all of them. This is a specially made invigorating medicine, which can refresh the mind and refresh the mind." Nantes threw several medicines in iron bottles, each bottle as big as a finger, to the crowd: "Drink quickly. Go down."
Arthur also got a bottle. Coincidentally, he didn't want to risk [Spellbreaker] being seen by others and use it again here. He drank the potion without thinking.
He thought that this kind of refreshing medicine would be difficult to drink——he had drunk all kinds of magic potions before, but few of them were delicious, and most of them were bitter to death. But the potion that Nantes gave him this time was just a little weird, not to the point where it could be described as unpleasant in words. Instead, a strong peppermint smell began to surge up the tip of Arthur's nose from the depths of his throat, choking him to tears. That kind of potion should be made from a very powerful awakening substance. Whether it can resist hypnosis is another matter, at least it really has the effect of awakening the mind.
Arthur and the others have just drank the potion and prepared the countermeasures for the illusion, and the brain monster has released countless blood-red filaments in the air, as if they are nerve lines extending from its two brain hemispheres- -----Note that Arthur had already cut open the brain monster before, making the brain-like head of the monster bled and turned into a shriveled state, but now it maintains this shriveled state , tied nerve-like blood-red filaments to the bright red minced meat scattered on the ground.
As if absorbing nutrients...
[It's me who is entitled to it! ]
[You mortals, give me away! ! ]
(There are still qualifications...)
Arthur couldn't help but feel contempt.
(Bewildered by the "Abyss Magic Book", even the loss of self, become this kind of monster that does not look like a human.)
(What kind of qualifications do you talk about for a stubborn guy like you?)
"Roar ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah" Brain monster began to swell. Sure enough, because it absorbed the nutrients of the minced meat scattered all over the place, it swelled up at an alarming rate and turned into two blood-like spheres. Countless blood-red filaments surround the sphere, making its shape even more incredible...incredibly disgusting.
That thing seems to be a collection of a large number of low-level creatures, with countless pieces of flesh squirming within the blood-red silk screen. It is no longer the shape of a brain, it can only be said to be a big meat ball, a big meat ball full of blood vessels.
So ugly, so crazy, this is the end of the world for those driven mad by the tome. If it wasn't for the ins and outs of what happened, Arthur wouldn't even be able to recognize that the big meat ball in front of him was originally a living human being. Seeing the ugly state of the monster in front of him, Arthur was even more determined to destroy the Abyssal Tome---and he would do it one day, as long as he found the right means. Even if the tome cannot be physically destroyed, he should at least find a way to seal it up forever, so that this kind of evil will never fall into the hands of mortals again.
"Bordeaux, work." Seeing the big meat ball in front of him swell to a dangerous level, Hanover, the commander of the Crescent Mercenaries, shouted.
"Yes." Scout Bordeaux immediately threw dozens of throwing knives, and threw them continuously. The movements were fluent and succinct, and it never took more than two seconds. Arthur saw the flying trajectory of the flying knife with green light, and knew that the flying knife itself should be highly poisonous. Poison may be very effective when used on ordinary creatures, but how effective can it be when used on things that have been contaminated by the abyss and have mutated into something other than common sense?
The large twisted meat ball was slightly blackened by the poisonous flying knife, and then dozens of fist-sized pieces of meat fell off one after another. The black flesh fell on the ground and struggled a few times, and seemed to be completely dead. It seems that the poison is still effective, but the big meat ball is composed of countless pieces of meat that can be detached. The poison cannot spread, and the effect is not as good as expected.
"Tsk, there's no end to this." Bordeaux snorted.
"He's going to fight back, be careful!" Arthur shouted when he saw the big meat ball start to wriggle in an unusual way. He wouldn't be very worried that the group of battle-hardened mercenaries would miss the obvious counterattack precursor of Big Meatball, but it's hard to tell that little brat from Verne——even if Bedivere was in Verne Next to the escort, maybe that kid will still be attacked carelessly? So this sentence is basically shouted to remind Verne.
Fortunately, Arthur reminded everyone like this. In the next second, the large blood ball floating in the air burst out with hundreds of small holes from its body, and ejected high-pressure water flow...or blood flow from those black small holes. The bright red blood, which was roughly as thick as a finger, but very fast, spewed out in a straight line. It didn't specifically aim at any of the people on the scene to shoot, but continued to emit a large amount of blood in the general direction. , intending to kill everyone in one fell swoop.
"Wow ah ah ah!" Verne exclaimed as he was taken away by Bedivere. Because the attack of blood flow is diffuse, the longer the distance, the smaller the threat. The big white wolf and the kid retreated to a relatively safe distance before stopping.
And Arthur's side uses continuous and flexible dodge to avoid the **** attacks~IndoMTL.com~ Arthur's mind-eye technique is useless here, because the opponent's mind seems to have collapsed long ago Now, the attack is disorganized, and there is no specific target to shoot blood flow at all, and the trajectory of blood flow is completely random. Fortunately, Arthur's dynamic vision is good, or the body of the blond boy he is currently controlling has good dynamic vision. With his reaction speed and vision, he can barely avoid those fast and fast blood. Stream Attack!
On the side of the mercenaries, except for Hannover, who blocked with a shield, and Bordeaux, a scout who relied on agility to dodge, they remained in the front row, and the others had already retreated to a relatively safe distance. Ranger Milan has already started shooting with a bow and arrow, and the fortune-teller Nantes seems to be preparing something.
Arthur didn't have time to pay attention to the group of mercenaries. He was thinking about **** the enemy in front of him without relying on external force. Some people are watching him fight, but there are more restrictions. After all, many of his moves are "forbidden moves" that cannot be freely used under the supervision of others.
Whoosh! ------ Just when Arthur was hesitating about what "non-forbidden move" method to use to deal with the enemy in front of him, an arrow suddenly flew in the distance and landed precisely on one of the big meat balls, ready to spray. Blood flowed into the hole, and then a pounding sound caused a violent explosion!
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