The white-haired shadow flashed through the forest, and at a speed that was almost difficult to see, it instantly fell on the back of the "living corpse" who was in ragged clothes but had recovered from most of the wounds on his body.
The "living corpse" wandering around in a daze subconsciously bowed down when he felt the vibration behind him, trying to throw it off his back. The black, hard long hairs on his body stabbed at Ange through his ragged clothes. Nys, her ever-growing teeth and fingernails make her posture more ferocious.
"Nightingale!" Agnes's voice echoed in the rustling forest. She cut her legs behind her back and wrapped them around the neck of the "living corpse". Her psoas muscles used force to drive her thighs to twist, directly twisting her legs that could not be responded to in time. In reaction to her strange movements, the man was thrown to the ground.
The ethereal song sounded with a slightly cold texture, and a sense of complete silence echoed in the hearts of everyone who heard the song. The "living corpse" who tried to get up was dazed for a moment, and then the white-haired shadow pressed down on him again. On his body, the barrel of the gun, which had the unique coolness of metal, was pressed against his temple.
The sound of the gunshot sounded almost instantly, and the sound as if it was hitting steel appeared immediately. A small flattened discus with scorch marks fell to the ground, and some black and yellow scorch marks appeared on the temples, where the skin It seemed to have been burned and cracked like paper, revealing the pale and bloodless flesh underneath. The part close to the skin seemed to have been burned and became a little dry and hard.
The "living corpse" seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then struggled violently. Agnes, who relied on her legs to fix herself to the "living corpse", subconsciously hooked the "living corpse"'s neck with the hand that was not holding the gun. Keep your body from falling due to the movements of the "living corpse".
She looked at the scorch mark she had just made, and she could clearly see that the skin around it gradually turned pale, and the skin seemed to be growing granules slowly squirming, and then stopped when it was close to the scorch mark. The squirming feeling as if longing for something disappeared without a trace.
The self-recovery ability of the "living corpse" level was suppressed by the power carried by the "purification bullet". Such thoughts appeared in Agnes's mind, and the slightly misty singing in her ears became a little louder. The "living corpse" under her command The body gradually calms down.
The cool barrel of the gun was passed to that position again, and the gunshot rang out again. The pale golden light flashed past instantly, the black and yellow scorch marks expanded a little, and the bullet with burn marks was embedded in the layer with only half a finger. into the thick and thin flesh, and then fell down as the "living corpse" reappeared in its struggling movements.
Agnes tried hard to maintain her posture, so that the muzzle of the gun never moved from its proper position, and her index finger pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The dense white bones were slightly charred, and some charred debris fell from the "H"-shaped cracks.
The frosty white color is the layer of ice spreading out from under the "living corpse". The surrounding trees and shrubs are quickly covered with crystal ice, and pale snowflakes are falling in the air. The green that remains unchanged all year round quickly withers and is dyed with decaying... The light yellow wood shrinks rapidly, and the gray-black bark makes a fragile sound under the weight of the heavy crown.
Faint sobs and sobs sounded around, with indescribable depression, and gradually calmed down amid the ethereal singing, leaving only a slight chill.
Agnes felt that her body seemed to be a little stiff. This was due to the extraordinary power of the "living corpse" and was unavoidable.
Her finger on the trigger still endured the numbness and pulled it hard. A light golden light flashed past. The broken bone fragments scratched the blood vessels below, and black-purple blood with a rancid smell splashed out. , scattered on the tattered clothes on the shoulders of the "living corpse" and a few shirt cuffs exposed under Agnes' leather jacket, and some black-green gas spread out from the wound and quietly dissipated in the air.
The misty singing in the ears became louder and louder, and the blood-colored seeds that began to grow rapidly began to shrink again under the continuous spiritual influence, constantly going back and forth between the germination state and the form of the seed.
He is not dead yet, Agnes subconsciously thought of this in her mind as she looked at the slowly expanding wound and the "living corpse"'s increasingly violent movements, perhaps because his head was not broken yet.
She pulled the trigger again, letting the last "purifying bullet" remaining in the gun remain in the mind of the "living corpse", then retracted her hand and put her gun back into the gun bag on her waist.
The white-haired paw directly inserted the sharp nails into the wound with scorch marks. A vague burning sensation appeared when it touched the scorch marks. The brown liquid mixed with blood soaked the white hair. She Without hesitation, he grabbed the broken edge of the bone and pulled it up along the edge of the broken white bone fragment.
The feeling of shattering was clearly transmitted along the hard white bone fragments. She let go of her hand and dug her sharp nails straight into the slightly enlarged wound. A sticky feeling stained the ends of her fingers. She frowned. He directly controlled his nails to lengthen a little.
The movements of the "living corpse" became louder and louder, and the blood-stained seeds grew rapidly in an instant until they turned into flowers. The ethereal singing has a slightly eerie feel, and the pure peace and silence seems to have a slightly numb meaning.
There was a hurricane around him, and the trees covered with ice fell outwards under the irresistible force.
Before the "living corpse" moved, Agnes forcefully inserted her palm into the "living corpse"'s head along the wound, and her sharp nails did not hesitate to pierce the little bits of flesh that her fingers encountered. Barriers allow parts that were originally clearly divided to mix together.
Tan liquid flowed down the arm, and white fragments with black spots were brought out as Agnes drew out her palm under the influence of the hurricane.
The painful moan sounded with a final high pitch, and then disappeared feebly. The two raised paws twitched and then relaxed.
The calm body fell limply to the ground after Agnes took out her palm without hesitation.
"Nightingale," Agnes raised her head and said, "help me take him out of here. I don't have enough time to stand here and wait for his characteristics to be released."
"Okay." Nightingale quickly came to the body of the "living corpse", some ripples spread, and the body that fell to the ground disappeared together with the figure in the blue-purple dress.
Agnes looked at the hurricane approaching in the distance and shook her head slightly.
Immediately, her figure disappeared from the decaying area covered by frost and snow, and only a white shadow quickly passed through the forest and headed into the distance.
