Chapter 166 Mitis
Megose's sharp roar seemed to become material, smashing into the heads of all the Nighthawks around her, making them dizzy and bleeding from their mouths and noses.
Not only the extraordinary people who gathered around, but also the citizens around who were injured in the explosion but still alive, their eyes bulged out, their blood vessels burst, their limbs convulsed and they fell to the ground, losing their lives amidst furious roars.
This was somewhat similar to the roar of the mutated Riel Bieber that Angel had faced before, but the intensity was more than one level lower.
Angel felt his spirituality surging within him, his vision turning blood red, and warm liquid flowing from his ears and nose.
Fortunately, she had almost lost control during her promotion, so she immediately calmed her mind, entered into meditation, and quickly adjusted her state.
Then she reopened her eyes and looked at her other teammates.
Dunn Smith also had blood gushing out of the corners of his eyes and ears, and his face turned pale, but his cheeks were puffed up, his teeth were clenched, and he pressed the silver-white urn of Saint Selina in his right hand and opened the lid.
The urn is filled with darkness that absorbs all light, and in it are grains of sparkling sand, as dreamy as the starry sky at night.
With him as the center, the sunlight around him suddenly faded, as if dark clouds covered the sky, and the entire park square entered a half-bright dusk. Countless fine threads stretched out from the urn. They were cold and slippery, like strands of spider silk, moving on their own and flowing towards Megose, and instantly formed a translucent cocoon, wrapping her up in it.
This doesn't look like spider silk, but more like the tentacle of some higher-level creature.
Megose was shrouded in black threads. Her hands, stained with her own flesh and blood, tried to tear apart the obstacles around her, but this only made these threads, which had their own thoughts, entangle her tighter.
This seemingly weak woman seemed to be about to surrender, but the next second, her bloodshot eyes, protruding from her eye sockets, stared at Dunn who was holding the urn, and her mouth opened, revealing her sharp teeth.
"die!"
The word that gushed out of her throat struck Dunn with an invisible force, sending him flying high into the air. He landed on the blood-stained dark red soil several meters away and slid for a distance before coming to a stop.
Dunn spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes closed, and his hands trembled.
But he still held the urn tightly and pressed the lid tightly, not letting it fall to the ground and not letting the saint's ashes inside, which were as bright as the starry sky, spill out.
With the lid closed and the filaments surrounding it stopped moving, Megose broke free from her restraints, took two steps forward, opened her mouth wide, and was about to continue uttering "blasphemous words", cursing this ignorant human who dared to hurt the fetus in her belly.
"puff--"
A spear tip made of ice pierced through Megose's chest, leaving a trace of black blood, interrupting her blasphemous words that had not yet been uttered.
Behind her, Angel's hand still had the chill left by the ice spear. She concentrated her spiritual power and was about to summon a second ice spear to continue attacking Megose who exposed her back to her.
Before the ice spears could solidify into shape, Megose, whose back was pierced by the previous one, twisted her neck strangely 180 degrees, and uttered blasphemous words from her bloody mouth again:
"You die too!"
With a buzzing sound, Angel was hit on the head by a heavy punch. His vision went black, his limbs became limp and he could not use any strength. He felt his heartbeat begin to slow down.
The blasphemous words uttered by Megose, who is pregnant with the offspring of the evil god, possess a trace of the divinity of the fetus in her belly. The orders she speaks will become reality!
The magic mirror in Angel's arms, who was about to die from the curse, shattered with a snap and turned into fine powder. Her body also shattered into pieces and quickly disappeared in the air.
Looking at the enemy who disappeared without a trace in front of her eyes in astonishment, a trace of confusion appeared in Megose's red eyes.
Then, as if she had realized something, she twisted her neck back to its original position and looked at Dunn, who had stood up from the ground, holding the urn of Saint Selina steadily in his hands, and looked at the other Night Watchmen standing beside him.
Angel's figure also emerged not far from Klein. The "blasphemous words" just now still had a significant impact on her. Even though she used the "mirror substitute" to dodge the attack, her hands and feet were still numb, and the powerful curse was still echoing in her mind.
Then, Megose's eyes fixed on her again.
“Go to hell…”
She let out another sharp roar.
At this moment, Leonard suddenly closed the five fingers of his left hand and grabbed Megose through the air.
His pale face turned purple-red, and the blood vessels on it stood out like tiny reptiles. The "blood vessel thief" on his left wrist also turned bright red.
The "blasphemous words" that Megose was about to blurt out were abruptly stopped.
Her ability to curse everything was stolen by the Sealed Object.
Seizing the opportunity when Megose stood there at a loss, Dunn opened the lid of the urn again, exposing the starry sky inside to the air. His face became even paler, but his determined eyes shot towards the target like a sharp arrow.
As the lid of the box opened, the surrounding environment became dim again, and cold silk threads appeared again, rushing towards Megose from all directions.
Klein, who had been looking for an opportunity, clenched the "Yangyan Talisman" in his left hand, tilted his body slightly, opened his mouth, and was about to recite the opening spell in ancient Hermetic language.
Suddenly, his expression changed and his body tilted to the right at a strange angle.
The next second, a sharp dagger emerged from the air at his original location and slashed across from top to bottom.
"puff--"
The dagger cut through his windbreaker, shirt, flesh, and joints, neatly severing his left hand from the elbow as he failed to dodge in time. The golden talisman was stained red with blood and fell to the ground.
The air trembled like ripples, and the figure of the "Witch of Joy" with long gray hair and elegant demeanor emerged from it. She held a dagger in her hand, and blood dripped from the tip of the dagger.
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Mitis looked at her work with satisfaction. The Nighthawk whose left hand was cut off groaned from his throat, covered the broken elbow that was still spurting blood, and rolled to the other direction at an extraordinary speed, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.
She had an idea and did not continue to chase the "clown" who dodged her hidden attack. Instead, she turned around and raised her dagger to block the dagger that was stabbed at her by the "witch" at high speed.
Amid the sharp sound of metal friction, the daggers collided and sparks flew. Mitis admired the other person's face, which was distorted by anger.
Yes, that's it!
First, her boyfriend, then her Nighthawk teammates, her captain, and finally, after enjoying the desperate look on the face of the bitch who killed Randy, he killed her with his own hands!
The blood in her body began to boil as if ignited. Mitis's face showed a crazy look. She waved her arms continuously to block the opponent's continuous attacks. When she was about to turn defense into offense, she found a few cold and slippery threads extending towards her from the edge of her vision. At the other end was Dunn holding the urn.
His calm grey eyes were looking over here.
Mitis's heart was pounding. She had learned the function of this saint's relic from her "partner". She didn't care about continuing to attack. She mobilized her spiritual power and countless transparent and invisible spider silks emerged around her, stretching towards the surrounding black filaments.
The transparent spider silk was connected with the thin thread made of Saint Selina's ashes, and it collapsed at the touch of a button. However, taking advantage of this momentary obstruction, Mitis had already nimbly moved around them, left the place, and stayed away from the heart-pounding Night Watchman.
She looked at the battlefield in the center of the park. The young Nighthawk whose left hand was cut off endured the pain and the dizziness from blood loss. He took out another talisman from his pocket, recited the activation spell, and threw it at Megose.
The handsome poet, with a thick blood vessel wrapped around his wrist, uttered obscenities, trying to make the pregnant woman, who was no longer recognizable as a human being, kneel down.
The captain of the Night Watchmen, holding the urn of Saint Selina, directed the regrouped black threads to wrap layer by layer around Megose, who was kneeling on the ground.
What an incompetent bunch of people...
Mitis secretly laughed at these Nighthawks who tried to fight against the descendants of the evil god.
She withdrew her gaze and looked at the "witch" Angel who was rushing towards her. She condensed a frost spear in one hand and swept the other hand in front of her, summoning several invisible spider silks and rushing towards the other party.
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