Shirley fights the same way she always does.
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, the first time you see a spellcasting profession, you should close the distance and engage in hand-to-hand combat. 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 had seen happened again:
The chain creaked, and Shirley smashed it down. The black figure was hit hard on the spot, making a loud "bang" sound, and flew out with almost 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, "How do I feel..."
Before she could finish her words, 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 a little thicker than before. Then, a vague "whip" with an unclear outline emerged from the shadow. Ejected and coming!
The long black whip, with a vicious sound of cracking the air, 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 "tsk", but she didn't care about the pain. She quickly stepped away, and then she saw that part of her shadow was left in place, but 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 was squirming 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 swing Agou up again, but at this moment, a 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. Go, the thick black smoke is billowing under the big black umbrella, and low and vague roars are constantly coming from inside, and 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 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 a spreading plague. Wherever the strange flames go, 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 hit a pile of rotten meat. She saw that the figure holding the black umbrella was directly smashed into pieces by her. Come, with a sickening sound of tearing, the thing's black "coat" fell apart, and several amorphous lumps of meat wrapped in thick smoke fell out of the clothes, and then each seemed to have its own will. It started to run around all over the ground, and continued to split into smaller pieces while running around.
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 in the streets where the embers have not yet dissipated. The screams are so sharp that they can pierce the sanity of mortals. They continue to divide and become more and more weird, and in the end, it seems that the whole world is filled with the piercing and shrill screams of "them"!
For the first time since the fight started, Shirley felt terrified. She held the chain in her hand tightly, but didn't know how to use her accustomed "tactics" to deal with these screaming 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 distance 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 little spark, the flame will immediately spread on it, burning it through in an instant!
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 flesh and blood fragments scattered and running around on the street had been burned and infected by the spiritual fire. 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 same attacker in black turned into a swarm of insects fighting to the death. The continuous screams finally gradually stopped, but they were replaced by It’s an even creepier sound——
It was the sound of chewing that filled the entire street.
The attacker's attempt to disintegrate and flee has now become 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 weird feeling in her heart. The sense of security of being cared for and comforted by a powerful being and the creepy feeling of being stared at by an indescribable thing were mixed together at the same time. She boldly looked up. Duncan glanced next to him and saw that the other party 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... it's true..." Shirley said timidly that she believed it, and whatever the boss said was whatever it was, "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 street 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 floating 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 ashes, and the amorphous abominable flesh and blood squirmed precariously. It seemed to still want to escape, but it stopped after just a few steps.
Duncan stopped in front of the broken piece, 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 that there is an entity hiding behind the split body, used to compile sequels for crappy 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, waiting until the protagonists are careless before popping out."
The green flames burned fiercely, and the dirty fragment suddenly trembled. Then, many insect-like structures appeared at the bottom, supporting it as it stood up precariously.
Duncan slowly stood up, quietly staring at the last remaining fragments of the attacker.
"Go home and take my gift with you."
(End of chapter)
