"Bang!"

The handle of the umbrella slammed into Mark's chin, and when he was about to fall on his back, he took two steps back to balance his body, and then there was another "bang", and the handle of the umbrella hit him directly on the side of his neck, and with a "plop", Mark fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

Schiller stepped forward with an umbrella to check on him, but behind him he remembered the voice of Si Suo.

Schiller stopped, pestled the tip of the umbrella on the ground, turned around, and saw Arthur, who had been pierced in the throat by him earlier, with a purple glow floating on his body, and his eyes and the wound left by Schiller burst with this light.

The glowing place was like a large spotlight, the trail of light was clearly visible in the night, Arthur slowly floated, straightened in the air, the crocodile-headed cane flew back into his hand, and when he opened his eyes again in mid-air, the long hair fluttered without wind.

Arthur landed on the ground, slowly tilted his head, and let out a sigh of relief, there were no wounds on his body, and if it weren't for the blood on his clothes, which showed that he had already died once, no one could tell what had just happened to him.

Schiller stood across from him with an umbrella, watching the strange resurrection ritual, and when he pulled the umbrella knife out of Arthur's throat, he was very sure that Arthur had been killed by him, and there was no possibility of suspended animation, but just now, he was resurrected again.

At this time, Schiller saw that Khonsu's terrifying huge figure appeared behind Arthur, and he opened the big mouth of the falcon head and conveyed some information to Schiller:

"The Egyptian gods have the power to control the difference between life and death, and they can be resurrected when the body dies but the soul does not go to the other side, Amit has this ability, and I have ......"

"Don't try to kill him, control him, imprison him, seal him away, just as we did to Amit......"

The luna's voice always had a hazy echo, as if coming from the moonlight, but Schiller didn't give any response, he just kept staring at Arthur.

Kong Su began to hesitate, he felt as if he had chosen the wrong one, he wanted a personality that could fight, not someone who could fight.

The indifference in Schiller's eyes told Khonsu that he was not going to follow his advice, but still wanted to kill Arthur.

But for some reason, Khonsu didn't stop him, he just disappeared silently, and at the same time, Arthur raised his cane, and the crocodile-headed scales on the cane made a "kaka" sound and began to swing non-stop.

The scale tattoo on Arthur's arm also began to shake, and he shouted, "I will judge you!" Sinners! ”

The crocodile balance swayed more and more, and there was no intention of stopping, Schiller just stood in place, quietly watching him perform, until the atmosphere quieted down and became a little awkward, Arthur took the cane to his eyes with some confusion, and then tried to hold down the swinging crocodile head with his other hand.

But no matter how he tried to get it, the crocodile head had no intention of stopping, and the crocodile heads on both sides were swinging faster and faster, and they were about to shake out the afterimage, Arthur kept saying into the air: "Stop! Stop it! Keep your balance and judge him! ”

After a long day of one-man show, he finally realized that something was wrong, Arthur grinned, gritted his teeth, grabbed the already somewhat uncontrolled scepter with both hands, and said, "Give me the strength to judge him!" ”

"Zheng—"

The metallic umbrella knife and the crocodile head at the top of the cane collided together, Arthur held the cane in his backhand, his arms folded, blocking the sharp knife that came again, his eyes lit up, and the shadow of the crocodile's face loomed above his face.

The glow of magic lit up from the tip of the staff, and Arthur, who had looked very Sven, became fierce, holding the staff like a knife, holding the scepter high, and the crocodile stabbed the head down at Schiller's shoulder.

"Bang!"

The umbrella was opened, and a sharp magical luster swept across the surface of the umbrella with a strange snakeskin pattern, and the grinding sound was a little harsh, but the cane did not leave any traces on the surface of the umbrella.

Arthur, who was staring at the attack, saw that on the snakeskin umbrella that blocked him, the pattern began to rotate strangely, and it had the power to confuse people's hearts.

At the moment when he was stunned, the umbrella was put away, and the sharp knife came out again, with a "bang", the tip of the knife cut from the collarbone on the side of the neck to the armpit, and suddenly, the blood flowed like a river.

The blade was too sharp, and when the wound first opened, the blood had not had time to gush out, and at that moment, the fascia covering the bone could be seen, and when the blood erupted, there was only a lake of flesh and blood.

Arthur did not scream, but let out a low roar, and Schiller, who had succeeded in the blow, did not rush again, but took two steps back.

He watched with some curiosity at Arthur's reaction, which was obviously not normal.

Although not everyone screams after being injured, when people face pain, there are many signs of stress, such as contracting muscles at the first time, curling up, covering wounds, even if a trained agent like Mark can make a defensive posture in the shortest time of injury, but there will still be a momentary lag, which is human instinct.

But Arthur didn't, and his low roar was more like anger at the failure of his defense than at the pain of the wound.

The light bloomed from the wound again, and soon the wound created by Schiller was healed.

Arthur showed a mocking smile and said, "You want to defeat an ascetic with pain, you're dreaming!" ”

"Won't you feel pain?"

Schiller asked again in that strange voice and tone.

"Pious faith, fearless of all pain!" Arthur raised his staff and shouted, "To be able to judge sinners is the medicine that heals all wounds!" ”

After shouting, Arthur found that Schiller was still staring at him expressionlessly, and he felt a little annoyed, because from beginning to end, he was performing alone, as if the person opposite was not the actor who played against him, but an audience member.

Schiller's non-dramatic performance ignited Arthur's anger, and just as he was about to say something to provoke Schiller, a black shadow that he could not see flashed.

As the blade slashed, the streamer was brighter than the moonlight, and the sharp knife rippled through the air like an oar across the water.

With a "snort", the tip of the knife was inserted into Arthur's shoulder, and then forward along the strange lines on the umbrella surface, the hand holding the handle of the umbrella was white and slender, and the well-maintained fingers did not look like a professional killer.

In this hand, the pen will never feel as terrifying as it is now, and as the green tendons spread from the arm to the back of the hand, Schiller twisted his hands, then drew the umbrella knife, and then cracked downward.

With a "stuck", Arthur's right arm broke off at the shoulder and flew out along with the cane he was holding.

Arthur opened his mouth wide and reached over his bare shoulders, and Schiller took two more steps back and began to observe Arthur's reaction.

Now, he was sure that Arthur didn't have a pain response, not because he believed in it to heal all pain, but because he really didn't feel pain.

Arthur, pale, grim-faced, turned his head to look at the arms and scepters that had been knocked out.

The long hair covered his face, making him look like a disheveled demon, but at the same time, the wound on his broken arm began to burst out again.

Schiller noticed that during the limb repair process, the light became stronger and took longer.

After Arthur's arm recovered, he waved his hand, and the scepter flew again, and he found that the person on the other side was a completely crazy murderer, and he couldn't communicate at all, so he didn't plan to use those fooling disciples anymore.

He bent his knees slightly, bounced upward, and after levitating in mid-air, he flew backwards for some distance, and he distanced himself from Schiller, and the top of his staff flashed with purple light.

In front of Schiller, a purple circle lit up, and a hideous hand stretched out from the ground and slammed into the ground.

But at this moment, a sharp knife fell from the sky and directly pierced the palm of this hideous hand, the sharp knife was pulled out, and then cut in parallel, the palm was cut off, and black blood sprayed everywhere.

The monster let out a scream and directly withdrew his arm, Arthur froze in place, he grabbed the staff with both hands, and concentrated, the purple light became more and more intense.

The wound on the monster's palm that had been severed also began to glow with purple light, thus repairing its limbs.

This time, this monster has learned wisely, and no longer plays handsome and makes any prelude to recovery, but directly wants to climb out of the magic array.

But the magic array appeared on the ground, and if this monster wanted to come out, it couldn't come out upside down, it must have appeared first.

The summoned jackal's head had just emerged from the magic array, and what was "brushed" was a knife.

With a "snort", the jackal's head flew out with a burst of blood, and landed in front of Arthur, rolling around a few times, dead and dead.

Schiller withdrew his umbrella knife again and looked at Arthur, who stood still, swallowed his saliva, raised his staff again, and said to Schiller, "You damn murderer!" This is the ...... you forced me."

Arthur muttered a strange ancient Egyptian phrase, as if praying for strength, and in an instant, purple light flourished at the top of the staff, and several magic arrays appeared a few meters away from Schiller.

The speed of the magic circle increased significantly, and more than a dozen jackal monsters jumped out directly and slowly pressed towards Schiller.

Schiller still didn't move, but he put the sharp knife on the front of the umbrella back, then tapped the ground with the tip of the umbrella and said, "Don't sleep." ”

Following his line of sight, Mark, who had been knocked unconscious by him before, slowly got up, or rather, it was not Mark who got up, but another personality hidden in his body, Jack.

When Jack stood up, he instinctively touched his chin with his hand, and the slight pain from there did not make him retreat, but only irritated him even more.

Originally, Mark, like all agents, had a serious expression and a cold look in his eyes, and this look would bring a great sense of oppression to ordinary people, and every agent would be trained to have this sharp temperament in order to deal with possible contingencies.

But at this time, Jack's eyes are more similar to Schiller, cold, gloomy, and full of murderous intent, just like every natural killer.

He didn't speak, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the moonlight blossom condensed into a bandage and wrapped around him.

This suit is different from Mark's moonlight uniform, there is no mysterious breastplate, no handsome cloak and hood, only a mummy Yin bandage cloth that wraps the whole body, and only one right eye is exposed, flashing with a heart-warming red light.

If Mark's moonlight form can still be called a moonlight knight, then Jack's moonlight form can only be called a moonlight murderer.

And his behavior did not live up to this terrifying outfit, he held his hands in the void, two long scimitars appeared in his hands, silver light flashed, the knife light staggered, "brush", the scimitar plunged into the chest of a jackal monster.

As the scimitar was drawn, that strange purple light reappeared, and the wound on the jackal's chest quickly healed, and Jack took two steps back, his only exposed eye narrowed, as if thinking about something.

But it was clear that someone had already come up with an answer for him, and Schiller, who was carrying an umbrella knife, did not look at the jackal monsters, but kept staring at Arthur, and when his strange and strange voice sounded, the killing was in full bloom like a flower.

"Tear them apart."