The giant claws were pitch black, like black molten iron poured, exuding an aura of decay and darkness, and with the naked eye, black mist was wrapped around the black claws, and even the air rattled wherever it passed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Accardo's face was gloomy, and a ball of blood-colored light suddenly erupted around his body, and the endless blood light rushed like a river, forcibly blocking the giant claw three feet away.

His previous nonsense was delaying time, and now that he has dragged on enough time, he has recovered from the injury in his neck, and he is about to attack, but he didn't expect Alice to strike first.

Looking at the power and movement of this move, it is obvious that it has been prepared for a long time.

The anger in his heart grew even more when he thought that his previous procrastination was only a deliberate act of Alice's slut, and that everything about himself must have been like a joke.

"Cheap woman, this trick is a summoning technique, the summoning technique has a time limit, and when the time comes, it will be your death!"

Accardo's heart roared in a gloomy voice, and the blood-colored light on his body rushed wildly, and the sound of sizzling sounded from the intersection of the blood light and the giant claw, the two corroded and annihilated each other, and the air was filled with a smell of blood and decay.

"Fatty, time is running out, I'll use my hindhand to drag him later, you have to take advantage of the opportunity to kill him with one blow, kill him in an instant!"

"Even if you can't kill him, you have to completely hit him hard!"

The fat man on the side was still stunned by this sudden movement, no, Alice's voice immediately exploded in his mind, and the voice was urging urgently.

"Understood!"

With a pang in his heart, the fat man knew what he should do.

Although now is a good opportunity, while Accardo is being dragged by Alice's magic, it is also good to make his own move, but since Alice has told herself, then just wait and be patient.

Kill with one hit.

It's hard, but the fat guy is willing to give it a try.

Huge black claws and blood-colored light collided and intertwined, forming brilliant light and shadows and terrifying sounds in the sky.

Accardo's face was as gloomy as water, and the bloody and terrifying energy burst wildly from his body, resisting Alice's long-stored magic, and at the same time calculating the time in his heart, always ready for a deadly attack.

But Alice knew him too well, she naturally knew that her summoning technique couldn't drag on for too long, and she never thought of killing Accardo with this blow, this move, to put it bluntly, just put Accardo in trouble, the real killing move was the one hidden behind.

Thinking in her heart, Alice wiped it from her arms expressionlessly, and in an instant, a tattered strip of cloth appeared in the palm of her hand.

The strips of cloth looked ordinary, deep and yellow, and in some places there were even pits eaten by insects, which were very shabby.

Alice held the strip of cloth, and with a shake of her hand, the strip of cloth was spread out, and the yellowed strip of cloth did not look big on the whole, several feet long and wide, and the whole looked full of a smell of decay and decay.

The yellowed strips of cloth were spread out entirely, like a huge curtain, and in the center of this curtain, there was a very clear humanoid trace, which was the scar of the long years.

"What a dark atmosphere!"

At the moment when this strip of cloth appeared, the fat man felt an unprecedented dark power, the strongest and most unfathomable power he had ever seen, much more powerful than the Accardo in front of him.

The fat man didn't know it, but Accardo was different.

The moment he saw the thing in Alice's hand, his eyes shrank to a dot, and his pupils were filled with unprecedented fear.

"This, this is ......"

"Shroud of Turin!"

Accardo couldn't believe it, "How can you have something in your hands, how can it be?" ”

The Shroud of Turin, the cloth that wrapped the body of Jesus after the death of the legend, over time, was soaked in the blood and bones of Jesus, and became an unprecedented terrible fetish.

Don't look at the incomparably powerful dark power it contains, in fact, this is only the appearance.

The Shroud of Turin, in fact, is one of the holiest artifacts of light, and Accardo once encountered this thing during a mission to the world, and he saw with his own eyes a terrible dark mage who was burned into nothingness by this thing, and there was not even a scum left.

But how did this thing end up in Alice's hands? How did she get it?

"Go to hell and ask Satan!" Alice was indifferent, and powerful magic was infused into it, and then with a shake of her palm, she slowly threw the Shroud of Turin in her hand towards Accardo.

Accardo screamed.

He tried to dodge, but his body was locked by an unprecedented terrible will, and his whole body was like a sculpture, and he couldn't move at all.

The yellowed and shabby cloth, like the robe of death, froze Accardo's body and soul in the air, and his mind seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Then a stream of white holy light as pure as water diffused from the yellowed rags little by little, and the light shone on Accardo's body, as if it had been poured with concentrated sulfuric acid, making a sizzling sound, eroding his flesh and his body inch by inch.

Accardo roared and howled wildly, and at this moment he felt that his soul was being melted and erased little by little by this holy light.

This little bit of stepping into death drove him crazy and suffocated him.

"Fatty!" At this moment, Alice roared.

"Understood!" The fat man nodded.

This opportunity is just right.

Don't miss the opportunity.

"Die!"

There was a flash of murder in his eyes, and the fat man's fist flashed with complicated textures, and every minute of the power of the whole body was invoked, and then it was directly a ferocious punch to Accardo's head.

The head and heart are the fatal parts of vampires, but the heart is broken, and it can be quickly restored by using the subtle control of the genetic lock.

But if the skull is blown up, no matter how strong the recovery power is, it will have no effect.

So the fat man's goal was very clear, directly at Accardo's head, wanting to finish him off with a punch.

"Get out of here!"

Accardo roared angrily, but unfortunately, now he has no way at all, the whole person is shrouded in the Shroud of Turin, locked, unable to resist at all, unable to defend.

"Get out of your paralysis, you still give the fat man death first!"

The fat man sneered, not caring about Accardo's vicious and crazy eyes, and the huge fist slammed into Accardo's head.

Bang.

Like smashing a watermelon, Accardo's head was smashed into rotten flesh by a fat man's punch, and the flesh flew wildly, and his entire face was gone, and only the outline of his head was left with a pile of rotten meat, which was extremely miserable.

Accardo's breath also dissipated in an instant, and then with a pop, he fell straight down, splashing a cloud of dust.

(To be continued.) )