The phrase "tear them apart" sounds like a subjunctive mood, which is often used in mobilization orders, and it is indeed very imposing, at least for ordinary people.

But perhaps there is some tacit understanding between the murderers, and Jack does not take this as a simple clarion call to war, he understands what Schiller wants to express, which is to literally "tear them apart".

If a monster has the ability to heal itself, then the best way to deal with them is not to pierce, but to cut, because any self-healing ability cannot restore limbs without limit, and in extreme terms, self-healing ability cannot save dumpling filling.

"Brush! Brush! Brush! ”

Every time Jack swung his scimitar, the light of the knife was like a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and when several rounds of crescent moons swung around him, they bloomed outward little by little like petals wrapped around him.

The first jackal monster that was touched by the knife light was stabbed in the neck, chest, abdomen, and right thigh, the fur and muscles failed to successfully defend, and the bones did not let the scimitar stagnate, and the knife light of the moonlight killer swept by, as if cutting a piece of butter that had been half-melted.

When Jack's figure flickered behind the monster, the monster collapsed behind him in the moonlight, like a building block stacked by a young child.

On the cross-section of the limb fragments, there is a constant flickering purple light, but this self-healing ability has fallen into an embarrassing situation, because the corpse pieces cut out by Jack are basically the same size, no matter which piece is used as a raw material to resurrect this monster, at least 90% of the flesh must be fabricated out of thin air.

After the purple light flashed twice, it disappeared completely as if it had run out of power, and those bloody fragments also turned into black water and disappeared into the cracks on the surface.

Schiller, who was watching there, turned his head back, Arthur also withdrew his gaze, and the two looked at each other at the same time, and at the moment of eye contact, Arthur suddenly realized what Schiller was going to do.

The tragic image of the monster being dismembered came to his mind, and how Arthur wished he was really a fanatic and could use faith as the last line of defense for his psyche, but he was not.

In other words, even fanatical believers feel fear when they witness that gods with supreme power have things that cannot be saved.

Seeing the moon symbol on Mark's chest, Arthur gritted his teeth and said, "Konsu...... Khonsu ...... You hypocritical thief, look at what you're doing! ”

"You have created two sinners with your own hands! Hopelessly murderous maniac......" Arthur himself didn't notice, and there was a tremor in his tone.

At this time, he noticed that Schiller, who was carrying an umbrella knife, began to approach him at a slow pace.

Instead of the dizzying speed of the previous raid, Schiller began to walk forward step by step, and when his shoes stepped on the ground, the puddles left by the monsters when they melted reflected his leather shoes and neat trouser legs.

The tip of the knife dragged across the ground, and in the mirror-like reflection of the knife surface, Yuehua gradually climbed up from the soles of her feet, and the dark suit was dyed silver little by little.

When the umbrella knife was lifted up and erected in front of Schiller, one side of the knife reflected Schiller, who had re-put on the iron cover of his mouth, and the other side reflected Arthur's devastated expression.

The two of them were close to each other, separated only by an umbrella, and the long process of approaching had completely destroyed Arthur's psychological defenses, and he fell, shivered, and began to scream.

Arthur is a doctor and a cultist, as well as a cult pope, but for a natural murderer, all but his own kind are prey and victims of flaws.

Keep an eye on the target, test it repeatedly, and find out the weak points.

Hurt, torment, oppression, until the other person is afraid, breaks down, and loses his humanity.

Let them degenerate from humans into beasts that can only roar and cry, follow their instincts to dodge, thousands of emotions, and nothing but fear.

These natural psychopaths can get unparalleled pleasure from this process, which is the indispensable fuel for them to live in this world.

Arthur weakly stretched out his staff to block the sharp knife that attacked, but in the face he was facing, in the eyebrows that were only exposed, the cruelty and indifference that had nothing to do with human beings were sharper than any weapon, cutting Arthur's will, and after being careful to prevent shattering, no matter how much resistance the body made, it would be useless.

Schiller turned the umbrella, the handle of the umbrella pointed towards Arthur, the sound of metal and metal striking violently, and the continuous and rapid drum beat of the opening of the play was like a talisman—

"Bang!" With a bang, the cane was knocked out, and with a soft "kala" sound, the cane fell into the muddy water.

Arthur fell to the ground, and the terrifying figure of Schiller slowly raising his umbrella knife was reflected in the high splash of water.

Suddenly, Khonsu appeared next to Schiller and said, "He is my former believer, let him go......"

To Khonsu's surprise, Schiller really stopped, but soon, he realized that Schiller's pause was not because of his order, but because, Arthur, who had fallen to the ground, began to flash in the shape of a crocodile head.

"Get out of the way, Amit is coming." Kong Su reminded.

Schiller quickly retreated, and with a roar of primordial wildness, an equally massive figure descended behind Arthur.

Schiller was calm throughout, and did not seem surprised by this, but at this time, Khonsu stood up and said:

"Amit, you project such a powerful power beyond the seal, you will be judged by the gods!"

"You too, Khonsu! You even recruited two believers! Amit's voice was a little sharper than Khonsu's, but his conversation with Khonsu proved that he was as intelligent as Khonsu and just as ancient.

Except for the beginning, when Khonsu asked Amit questions in English, and Amit answered in English, the two of them spoke entirely in Ancient Egyptian, and they spoke very quickly.

Because of this, after they had been communicating for about twenty or thirty seconds, the sharp light of the knife interrupted their conversation.

Amit's phantom was disdainful of the sword light that Schiller suddenly attacked, which was different from the previous attack on Arthur, this time, a huge silver sword light appeared in front of the umbrella knife, and when the crescent-shaped knife light trail flew towards Amit, Amit condensed the shield to defend, and the sword light rippled on the shield, and then disappeared.

But just when Amit wanted to open his mouth to taunt Kongsu, the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air behind him sounded, and a cross-shaped knife light slashed at Amit's back, knocking him forward and flying out.

Amit's phantom adjusted his position in the air, and he steadied himself, trying to look back to see who had attacked him, but just as he turned, Schiller attacked again.

Jack behind Amit put away the twin knives, put the handles of the two knives together, and then twisted it, and a huge S-shaped meniscus dart appeared, he retreated with one foot, arched his body, grabbed the curved blade, and threw it hard.

Just as Amit was able to dodge Schiller's umbrella knife, the crescent moon dart with a huge sound of breaking the air forced him to no way back, and he had to take Schiller's knife.

Schiller's knife carried the power of moonlight peculiar to Khonsu, and as soon as the knife fell, Amit's phantom flickered, and it became a little darker.

"Khonsu!

！ Amit roared angrily: "How dare you make such a sinner your follower, and the heavens will judge you!"

！ ”

The phrase he was yelling was still in ancient Egyptian, so neither Schiller nor Jack understood it at all, nor did they intend to understand it.

Khonsu did seem to be afraid, and he said to Schiller: "Stop! Schiller......"

Then he turned to look at Jack and said, "Jack, stop......"

But the two of them turned a deaf ear at the same time, and the silver light reflected each other, like a large net, enveloping Amit, who shouted and cursed Khonsu incessantly.

Khonsu also seemed to feel angry that his followers had ignored him, and he felt that his dignity as a god had been challenged, and he could not allow such a thing to happen, so he also raised his scepter and slammed it into the ground.

A circle of silver ripples swung around him, and when it swept under Schiller and Jack's feet, the silver glow on their bodies was gone, and the moon god's power was withdrawn, and the uniforms were gone.

"You are my believers, and you should follow my commands......"

Kong Su thought he was very patient, he felt that Schiller and Jack had disobeyed him so much, and he was just recovering his strength, which was gentle enough, but obviously, the two murderers didn't think so.

The moment the power disappeared, Schiller did not pause, and in place of the silver power, it was a mysterious gray mist.

What's even more terrifying is that this weapon no longer transforms into a sword light, but is like countless tentacles that open behind him, and the gray tentacles spread out from Schiller's back and attack Amit.

Amit flashed and wanted to run, but the tentacles made of gray mist turned into countless threads like eyes, chasing Amit's figure until it wrapped him.

The gray mist tentacles are like greedy blood-sucking leeches, piercing into Amit's body one by one, greedily sucking energy, and the Amit projection composed of energy bodies is sucked dry in an instant.

Before disappearing, Amit shouted, "Khonsu, you collude with the evil gods, I will summon the twelve pillar gods to judge you!"

！ ”

With a long scream, Amit vanished, and the covered gray mist tentacles danced proudly, looking extremely terrifying and eerie in the darkness, making it impossible to look at directly.

Schiller turned around, his eyes were no longer clear in his eyes, all of them were a diffuse gray mist, and his eyes fell on Kong Su's body.

Kong Su's skeletal falcon slowly turned back 180 degrees, pretending not to see anything, and then disappeared with a "Zeng".

"Oh damn it, my jaw ......" Mark exclaimed, squinting his eyes and looking around at the mess around him.

The vicinity of the battlefield is all the ravines left by the huge knife light, and there is muddy black water between the ravines, and the car that Arthur drove over does not know when it exploded, and now it has been burned to charcoal, Arthur is lying not far from the car, life and death are uncertain.

Standing in the middle of it all, Mark was at a loss, and he touched his clothes to find that the beetle he had hidden in his pocket was gone.

He looked down in a bit of confusion and looked in place, After looking around, there was nothing on the ground except dirty water and stones, he crossed his waist and patted his forehead, sighed and said, "This symptom is really getting worse and worse." ”

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head to look at Schiller, who had returned to normal, even the sharp knife on the front of the umbrella was gone, Mark walked over, and asked, "I remember, you should be a psychiatrist, right?" It's still pretty powerful......"

"You ......" Mark was about to say something, he noticed that he felt a chill on his cheeks, and small raindrops fell on his face, Mark looked up and stretched out his hand, and he found that it was starting to rain here.

The rain line in the dark night seemed to be non-existent, only the splash on the ground told the coming of the heavy rain, Schiller directly held up the umbrella in his hand, safe and sound, but Mark was a little embarrassed.

Seeing that Schiller had no intention of sharing the umbrella at all, Mark had to find a car on the side of the road, pick the lock, and sit in.

Schiller put away his umbrella and sat in the co-pilot, Mark started the car, and asked, "Where are you going now?" ”

"Germany."

"Are you a psychiatrist?"

"Yes."

"Then you say, this situation of mine ...... I mean, I don't know when I started to have intermittent amnesia and pass outs, is there any way to do psychotherapy in this case? ”

"I don't know psychotherapy."

Mark turned his head, looked at Schiller suspiciously, and asked, "Aren't you a psychiatrist?" You don't know psychotherapy, so what will you do? ”

Mark saw that Schiller slowly raised the umbrella in his hand, and a strange voice echoed in the car.

"I can do physical therapy."