"Bump!"

Arnold, who was also in the cemetery, threw a punch and directly knocked down the almost identical monster that Brian met in front of him. There is no essential difference between the two, mainly due to some details, such as the fact that this monster does not have a large hole in its chest.

"The ability to control the dead...... Is the profession a 'corpse collector'? Arnold casually glanced at the three corpses that were gradually surrounding him, and then he got up and kicked the corpses that he had just knocked down to the tombstone 3 meters away.

If it were to be replaced by other times, he would not have such a strong strength, and the reason why he can do it now is because the trait of "Midnight Poet" is that in a dark environment, he can obtain a large increase in supernatural abilities, including extraordinary abilities.

Without any hesitation, Arnold's body flashed, and he quickly broke away from the three dead corpses, and came to the side of the dead corpse before he had time to get up, and immediately stepped out and smashed his fragile legs.

The dead are such creatures with strong vitality but fragile bodies.

In an instant, the corpse that had fallen to the ground stopped screaming and completely lost its traces of activity. Arnold glanced at it unintentionally, he knew that the dead would not really die, and guessed that it was the "corpse collector" who was hiding in the shadows who had removed control of the dead corpses.

"I don't know what happened to Brian, he can't handle anything like this......" Whispering worriedly, Arnold took his trench coat and turned to look at the remaining three corpses, gently shaking the dust off his wrists.

At this moment, the three dead corpses stood still in a scattered manner, letting out a low roar from time to time, as if they had no intention of continuing the attack. But Arnold knew that this situation was only temporary, otherwise the surprise attack would be pointless.

As expected, the branches and leaves of the large trees around the cemetery shook without wind, and there was a slightly harsh "rustle" sound, and three spirits that seemed to be there and disappeared, hidden in the shade of the trees, flew out of them, and at a very fast speed, they respectively burrowed into the three corpses, and merged with them.

Then the shriveled and rotting body of the dead body expanded rapidly, the necrotic organs in the body gradually recovered, the blood filled little by little, and vitality emerged, and soon reached the level of a normal person's body.

In the next second, the decaying bodies of the three corpses collapsed, and the wind blew down all over the cemetery, revealing fair skin, sturdy bodies, and long flowing hair, as agile as newborn babies.

But the only thing that doesn't become is that their eyes are still empty and spiritual, like fools and madmen in the corners of Puze City.

"This doesn't seem to be a 'corpse collector' ability...... Is it an extraordinary item, or does the other party have two professionals? "The changes in the three dead corpses are weird enough, beyond recognition. Arnold became vigilant for a moment, and couldn't help but retreat as he looked at the three new monsters that had escaped the range of the dead.

However, the other party didn't seem to make Arnold easy, and the three dead corpses immediately started on all fours after being "reborn", and together they attacked Arnold with a speed that surpassed ordinary people.

"This speed ......" Arnold instinctively focused on the not-so-unexpected attack, and blocked them all with his usual grappling skills.

But instead of firing back, he passively moves to dodge or block if necessary. This is done in order to find out the strength of the other party, and secondly, to distract some of the attention on the periphery and be alert to possible unexpected situations. After all, the other party is likely to have two professionals, which is something that must be careful.

After a short fight, Arnold had an estimate of the physical fitness of the new corpses, and it would not be difficult to defeat them all, but it would take some time. He was not anxious about this, because he only needed to delay the time and wait for Captain Catherine to come to support, and there was no need to fight to the death with the other party now.

The only thing to worry about is Brian's safety, but Arnold doesn't have a good way, and it can even be said that there is no way. Because the special environment he is currently in, that is, the cemetery, is an illusion between the real and the unreal, he can't crack it at all, and he can't say how to save people.

And in terms of the current situation, it is a relatively good situation for Arnold.

At the edge of the cemetery, on the thick branches of a large tree, an old man with gray hair, wearing a casual gray robe and a silver-gray whistle hanging from his chest, was watching everything that happened in the cemetery with cloudy gray pupils. In his eyes, the eerie cemetery was divided into two parts, overlapping left and right, without affecting each other.

The old man casually glanced at the young figure in the cemetery wearing a black suit and a top hat of the same color, and then turned to the other side of the cemetery. In his opinion, the young man, who had already used six rounds of the revolver, was already on the verge of death and saw the figure of the great man.

After a few rounds of attack, the three corpses could not be restrained by ordinary force, so the old man used other tricks. I saw him reach out and pick up the whistle on his chest and put it in his mouth, blowing gently, and a whistle that only spirits could hear echoed in the cemetery.

The three corpses sensed a special sound, and at the same time, they also sensed a special power, and immediately made different movements. One of their palms suddenly surged with flames, forming a long knife; The surface of one body is sprayed with waves, and it becomes a set of water armor; One of the whole body flashed with light, and the "crackling" of electricity could be faintly heard.

"Huh?"

Frightened by the sudden accident, Arnold did not dare to keep his hands, and immediately jumped into the air, jumped out of the encirclement, and folded his hands in the air, and whispered:

"I am a giant in the twilight, my shoulders are level with the sun, and my body is as wide as the mountains; My power is limitless, enough to shake all the mountains in the world!"

The magnificent poems like mountains and rivers are spit out, and in an instant, they are given a special meaning by the extraordinary. Arnold's body swelled suddenly after the words fell completely, and the whole person turned into a 5-meter-tall giant in proportion, and his clothes also expanded.

Then, Arnold, who had instantly become a giant, lost his lightness, and instead of flying backwards, he fell into the cemetery like a hill, trampling several stone monuments and stepping on layers of dust.

But even so, the three dead corpses did not have any fear, and still rushed forward desperately. Just because they died a long time ago, all that remains is a soul that has lost its memory and does not know itself.

Without hesitation, Arnold kicked out with a huge right foot, directly kicking away the corpse with the flame knife. Then, with a low body, he punched the corpse attached to the water element into the mud warrior. And the one with the thunder element Gath, relying on the burst of speed, dodged the impact and jumped in front of him.

Without any panic, Arnold's amber eyes flickered, and a gray, disembodied cloak appeared above the cemetery out of thin air, about to envelop the last corpse!

But as soon as the "Gray Cloak" moved, a hoarse but loud song sounded at the edge of the cemetery woods. The song was emotionally charged and the rhythm was exuberant, and soon spread throughout the forest cemetery, with Arnold's mind.

At this moment, Arnold only felt the churning in his head one after another, and every time a high note appeared in the song, it was like a sharp knife inserted into his eyebrows, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

It was precisely because of this effect that the "Gray Cloak" briefly lost control, canceled the action that was about to wrap the dead body, and stood in the air like dementia. And the corpse that lost its resistance exploded with all its might, gathering the thunder and lightning around him in the palm of his hand, and punched Arnold in the face bigger than the window.

Due to the inertia blessing brought by the speed and the lightning attack of the arc, the power of this punch was naturally not too small, and it directly shattered part of Arnold's palatine bone and nasal bone. But for him, who uses poetry to "become a giant", it doesn't play much of a role other than pain.

Unaffected by this punch, Arnold immediately stabilized his body, stretched out his giant hand to grab the ankle of the dead corpse, and threw it out in the direction where the song came from!

Looking at the figure of the deceased corpse flying from the cemetery and gradually getting bigger, the old man immediately withdrew the hand that was intertwined in front of his chest, stopped singing, and jumped on another fork with agility and stability. Then he continued to look at Arnold's position, and at the same time at the other two dead corpses that were being beaten, before he asked in his heart:

"Great Lord! Do you still need to continue? ”

An illusory, low, genderless voice responded in his mind: "Go on...... And try to pray to me......"

"Follow your will!" The old man reached out to cover his chest and bowed solemnly to the void. Then he closed his sleep and prayed in a hoarse voice:

"A wandering spirit of vanity."

"Take charge of the souls of the dead."

"The Lord who is eternal and immortal."

"I pray for your attention, I pray for your help, I pray for your favor."

As the old man's words fell, cold winds blew from the cemetery and the forest. blew the old man's gray hair; blew Arnold's robe; blew Brian's tract wounds; At the same time, it also touched everyone's heartstrings.

The crimson moon was obscured by the wind-blown witch clouds, and only a little red light could pass through the clouds, and if there was nothing to shine on the earth, it gave a glimmer of light

The old man's cloudy eyes were flushed with crimson, which soon filled his eyeballs, and his old bookish temperament also changed in an instant, finally giving people a cold, terrifying, and weird feeling.

When this change was over, he kept twisting his neck and hand joints, making a crisp "pop" sound, like a child who had just received a new "toy".

Losing his only light source, Arnold felt that he was a little stronger again, and threw a punch out of his hand, shattering the corpse's water armor and shattering it along with his body, making it completely incapacitated.

Then he sensed his own inspiration beating wildly, warning him that something very dangerous was about to happen. Almost instinctively, his gaze looked at the edge of the cemetery and saw a gray-robed old man slowly walking out.

"I'm finally willing to show up!" Arnold's expression was solemn, and he asked in a cold tone, "Who are you?" What is the purpose of coming to Puze City? ”

He didn't naively want to get an answer from the old man's mouth now, it was more out of habit when he was an inspector.

The old man who stepped forward did not respond, but looked up at the mountain-like giant in front of him with an expressionless face, and his mouth let out a continuous low "woo" sound, like a resentful spirit in a strange novel, using his voice to create chaos.

The voice reached Arnold's ears, and he didn't feel the unbearable tearing sensation as before, but he instinctively became vigilant immediately. Then he wanted to interrupt the other party, but before he could make a move, he saw a figure floating out of a tombstone, forming a substance in front of the old man.

The figure was tall, two meters long, a middle-aged man with brown hair and brown eyes, and two beards under his nose. He was wearing a silver helmet and silver armor, and a bright red robe swayed behind his back!

"The Predator Knight of the Kingdom of Chanas?" Arnold's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the sign on the knight's armor in front of him, a sign made of a pool of blood combined with a long sword.

It doesn't look like it's a real body, but a spirit body that has been temporarily materialized...... What a weird ability.

Did you keep your hands before?

Without waiting for Arnold to think about it, this unnamed predator knight with no eyes and no eyes exuded a bloodthirsty madness. Then he strode into the meteor, dragged the blood-red cloak in a powerful posture of chasing the stars and the moon, and rushed directly towards him!

Listening to the heavy sound of the clash of armor echoing in his ears, Arnold took a deep breath, not too afraid, and his mountain-sized body met it head-on in a semi-low state, and trampled on all the stone monuments passing by!

The two of them had a lot of movements, but in the blink of an eye, they had already collided with each other. Immediately, their hands tightened at the same time, and they all wanted to knock each other down with overwhelming force, but after a moment of struggle, they fell into a stalemate.

The white-haired gray-robed old man who was watching the battle from the sidelines inadvertently showed a hint of surprise, but this emotion was quickly restrained and turned to laughter.

His mouth suddenly flattened, and a ghostly "whining" sounded again in the cemetery, and soon, another imperceptible spirit rushed out of the stone tablet. To be exact, it came out of the dust under the stele.

In the next moment, the spirit gradually materialized, and changed into a young man with blonde hair, white priest's robes, and a kind and kind expression. The young man folded his hands in front of his chest, his eyes closed, and chanted an obscure incantation in his mouth.

As the incantation fell over and over again, a dazzling golden glow bloomed around the young pastor's body. Such a golden mang, without a special supernatural ability, is bright enough to illuminate the entire cemetery, forming a small place that never sleeps.

The golden light fell on Arnold's body, and the night blessing that had been there since the beginning disappeared, and the strength of his "Midnight Poet" also dropped sharply in an instant, and at the same time, his body shape changed from the original 5 meters to more than 4 meters, which was due to the absolute restraint in the transcendent realm.

Before he could react, Arnold was thrown out by the tremendous force coming from the Iron Knight's arm, and smashed against the fence of the tree at the edge, letting out a muffled snort from his body's instinct.

At this time, his half-collapsed face spat out a mouthful of blood that was not too bright because of the pain in his back and spine. It was also at this moment that the extraordinary ability he relied on poetry gradually dissipated and changed back to his original ordinary appearance.

Suddenly, the graveyard tree next to Arnold shook its thick branches, and little by little, it extended outward, like a flexible tentacle, binding Arnold's whole body, lifting him up and hanging under the treetops.

The old man walked up and waved his hand lightly, and the iron-blooded knight and young priest who had been materialized by spirits slowly faded and returned to their own stone tomb.

Then he walked up to Arnold and said in a low, hoarse voice, "You have two choices, be my servant, or be my servant after death."

The corners of Arnold's mouth, who was hanging in mid-air, twitched, I don't know if it was because of the physical pain, or because he was frightened by the speech of the old man in front of him. He was silent for a moment, and when he saw that the other party had no intention of continuing to speak, he fell silent again, making a thoughtful appearance.

Who is this man? actually said the words "be my favorite", is it really a hidden existence in some distant era?

What is He trying to do?

However, he didn't seem to be in a good shape, as if he had just performed some kind of simple advent ritual, and his power was incomplete, and correspondingly not for long.

The captain should be able to save me, right......

Seeing this, the old man smiled: "Don't try to delay time, otherwise I will choose the latter for you."

"Who are you? And why do you need me to be a dependent? Knowing that his mind was guessed, Arnold did not deliberately remain silent this time, but plucked up the courage to ask rhetorically. At the same time, he also confirmed one thing in his heart, that is, the state of the person in front of him is really not good, otherwise he would not have said such a thing.

Thinking about it, he was frightened by his own casual thoughts. Unknowingly, he wanted to escape from the presence of a god who might have been a god.

The old man's blood-red eyes flickered, and he said impatiently: "This is not something you should know now, so what is your choice?"

"Alas, damn it!" Arnold let out a long sigh, silently closed his eyes, and said nothing more. After that, he began to lose his life and vitality, and his skin slowly dried and contracted strangely, gradually clinging to his bones.

At the moment when Arnold was about to become a dead corpse and was about to lose his life completely, a fist-sized, wriggling blood clot squeezed out of his shriveled skin, jumped on the old man's face, and quickly passed through his mouth and nose and other organs, and entered the skull.

All this came too fast, and neither of the two "people" present reacted, let alone did anything to do anything.

When he understood what was happening, Arnold, who was not human, smiled, and saw the strange old man fall with a bang, and an illusory, faceless spirit floated out of it.

Suddenly, Arnold, who saw this spirit body, only felt a strong impact, his eyes became crazy, and a murderous cry of "ahhhh

The spirit that flew out of the air, after remaining in the air for a moment, was blown away by the wind like a cloud, and there was no trace of it, leaving only a word spoken in the ancient Vik language. The words were flat and vague, and I couldn't hear the slightest emotion:

"I remember you......"

At this time, Brian Morris, dressed in a black suit and holding a revolver with scars all over his body, was resting on a stone tablet, while not far from him, there were three pieces of corpses with smashed bodies.

Previously, after encountering the first corpse, two more corpses crawled out of the soil and attacked him. At first, he was ready to escape, delay time, and wait for rescue.

But after a long time, he didn't wait for anything, and his heart sank. There was no way, he relied on his own ruthlessness and the revolver in his hand to survive.

He had tried to find a way out of the eerie cemetery, but as he approached the edge of the cemetery, the unusually thick trees moved, preventing him from leaving.

In the middle of this, Brian also thought about using the magic lamp and made a second wish to save himself and his teammates from leaving, but such a wish was counted as three wishes because of the number of people, and he couldn't realize it at all, so he had no choice but to give up this idea.

As for making other wishes to accomplish the purpose of leaving, Bryan also thought about it, but considering that Borg had been distorted and did not know the specific situation of his teammates, he also chose to give up.

"I don't know what happened to Arnold, but with his level, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with these things, right?" Brian looked around, worried and hopeful.

But before he could finish his emotion, he saw the cemetery in front of him shatter little by little like a mirror, turning back into the original academy, and returning to the downstairs of the teacher's area.

"It's ...... It's restored! Did Arnold win? Brian looked excitedly from side to side, first to determine if he was really out of the situation, and second, to inquire about the figures of his two teammates.

Soon, he saw two figures lying under the street lamps in the teacher's area.

Brian's heart immediately tightened, and he hurriedly ran in that direction. But only halfway through the run, a tall figure with long golden wavy hair and a white robe appeared silently in front of him, in the light of the roadside.

Brian, who was running, immediately recognized the person from memory: "Lady Catherine!"

"Hmm." Catherine Motley nodded silently, then gently picked up Arnold who fell to the ground, and said to Brian: "Arnold is very seriously injured, I will take him back for treatment now, you wait here for the inspector to come and cooperate with them to complete the finishing work."

Brian was slightly stunned, didn't ask extra nonsense, and nodded stunned: "Okay." ”

After a brief explanation, Ms. Catherine left the academy with Arnold in her arms and returned to the "Catherine Performance Troupe".

"Since Lady Catherine is safe, who is the other one who fell to the ground?"

Curious, Brian continued on, only to see an old man with white hair and a gray robe lying miserably on the ground by the streetlamp. The old man's expression was hideous, and seven parts of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were constantly bleeding.

Brian just wanted to look back, but found that the other party's face was very familiar, and after a period of careful identification, he saw the identity of the other party:

"It's Professor Vader Occam from the Department of History, it turns out that he has a problem, what the hell is going on?"