It seems that the gap in strength is indeed too big. Ed could only sigh sincerely.
Being directly hit by a pocket watch bomb at such a close distance is enough to incapacitate most level 3 extraordinary people. But Elder Siwan managed to withstand the shock wave and fragments of this explosion, and even had the energy to attack and completely suppress him.
Now his last trump card is the "Emperor's Blood" incendiary bomb. But that's not really a choice. He would rather die and be forced to disconnect from the dream than use incendiary bombs here.
Once the "Emperor's Blood" detonates, the entire mansion and even the entire central area will be engulfed in uncontrollable flames. Backup should be coming soon, and even if he dies, the probability of Mr. Kraken and others being saved is still high.
What's more, he won't really die. At most, he will only suffer some mental damage.
"I'm Edgar Waikolo, the "three-legged cat" of the Bureau of Investigation...just call me Ed. Facing Elder Swann, he showed a plain, miserable smile, "I have introduced myself, now you can take action." "
"I have to admit that among all the prey I have encountered, your courage to face death is impressive." Elder Swann said in his hoarse voice.
"...I'm almost getting used to it." Ed said to himself in a barely audible voice.
Elder Swann stretched out his strong right arm covered with gray hair, and just before he grabbed Ed's throat and crushed it, his acorn betrayed him——
The vines and branches that originally grew and twined towards Ed suddenly changed their direction and grew even more rapidly and lushly. Several almost semi-lignified thorny vines as thick as a forearm rushed towards it.
A pair of immature hands with claws crawled out from the ruins of broken shelves, and then the whole body jumped up from the ground like lightning, using the momentum to jump directly onto the triangular roof of the attic, like a thunderbolt. He pounced on Elder Swann's back.
Elder Swann stretched out his arms as rough and thick as tree trunks, trying to catch her in mid-air, just like catching a flying bird in the sky. But Acorn disagrees.
Suddenly, the entire attic was shaking, and the roots that were integrated with the entire attic tightly bound the left arm it wanted to lift, making it unable to move.
Finally, the steel tip shining with feather patterns smoothly penetrated the white-maned old wolf's right eye - it was the butterfly-wing folding knife that belonged to Quinn.
The blade stirred mercilessly in Elder Swann's eye socket. If it were Quinn ten years later, Ed believed that this knife would definitely pierce its brainstem with pinpoint accuracy, halting all physiological activities such as its breathing and heartbeat.
But right now, she is too young and lacks strength and experience. This knife did not directly kill Elder Swann, but gave it a chance to fight back - and it did seize this opportunity.
Elder Swann let out a low roar, grabbed Quinn's right arm along the handle of the knife, and slammed her to the ground in front of Ed like he was grabbing a bird's wing, and then threw her backwards.
Even its eyeballs were thrown out by itself along with the handle of the knife, leaving a bloody hole that looked extremely horrifying.
Almost at the moment Quinn was thrown away, the crystal sickle cut Elder Swann's throat, but the blade was blocked by Elder Swann's vine-wrapped left arm.
Although the arm cannot reach the sky, the length of the vine allows it to use its arms to perform the most basic blocking——
Blood splattered everywhere, and a huge, bloody and fluffy wolf claw flew into the air, but it also declared the failure of Ed's Jedi counterattack. The blow did not kill Swann.
boom. A dull dull sound.
As if to vent his anger, after slashing with the scythe on his left arm, Ed hit Elder Swann's bloody wolf face with almost indistinguishable facial features with a right swing fist.
This blow even caused a hesitant expression on Elder Swann's face, as if he was wondering whether Ed had used some kind of trump card against him. However, this is indeed just a swinging punch.
If it were to hit an ordinary citizen in the face, this punch would be enough to make stars shine in his eyes or even make him die in the west. But to a body of terror capable of withstanding a pocket watch bomb, it seemed more like an insult.
After feeling the humiliation from the prey, Elder Swan let out an earth-shattering roar of anger. Its left paw and right arm can't be freed, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have more deadly attacks -
Its huge mouth full of fangs suddenly bit into Ed's right fist that was close at hand like a conditioned reflex. In just a moment, he felt his forearm being bitten to pieces, and then his entire right arm, all the way to his shoulder.
His fingers could even feel the strange touch of the other person's stomach, as if he were picking out a piece of warm, greasy internal organs in a butcher's shop.
Then the nerves send out a heart-wrenching tingling and cramping sensation as an alarm, and then there's just a dull, numbing pain, and something wet and rusty.
Until he could no longer swallow any more, the giant white wolf threw Ed out.
In mid-air, he could almost feel the illusion of a right arm remaining on his torso, but he could no longer find the existence of the right arm.
But... this is good news for him.
Just when Elder Swann was about to be pounced on to feast on more flesh and blood, its stomach suddenly shone brightly, then swelled and burst.
The sky full of flesh and blood particles mixed with crystal dust bloomed in the air, like some kind of depraved and profane, yet sacred and elegant pagan fireworks. Among them were Ed's own and Elder Swann's, which were spread over every inch of the attic like a layer of soft gauze.
Elder Swann's broken body was like a beaten drum head, standing motionless in place.
Ed pillowed in a pool of his own blood and let out a long sigh of relief. He hid the last pocket watch bomb in his cuff, and took advantage of the opportunity of swallowing his right arm to stuff it into Elder Swann's body——
If close-range explosions don't work, try a zero-range blast.
The cuff is a near-perfect position. For the werewolf's huge mouth, the first bite is too shallow on the wrist, and it is easy to miss the bomb inside.
For an ordinary person, breaking his right arm is likely to be a fatal injury, but as an extraordinary person, he can persist for a long time, until support arrives or the dream ends.
"Quinn, are you okay?"
He wanted to stand up, but found that his body was swaying involuntarily.
Looks like I was hurt more than I thought. Ed knew he wouldn't be able to stand up for a while.
The bomb fragments exploded from his stomach still had strong lethality, and part of them was obviously embedded in his own body - this time he could not summon the "lake" barrier to block the damage for him.
But what does it matter? Anyway, his whole body was numb now and he couldn't feel much pain anymore.
He heard a faint noise coming from far in the sky, which was the huge roar produced by the propulsion engine of the gunship in the air.
This was what he specifically requested in his capacity as Mr. Eaton in the telegram he sent to the headquarters before leaving: All combat personnel should be on standby and immediately go to Forrest Mansion for support after witnessing the signal flare. If possible, please temporarily recruit from the airport. An aerial gunship.
What a beautiful noise...wait...
In the hazy blood mist in his eyes, Ed seemed to sense something strange——
Did Elder Swann's body move just now?
