Chapter 398 Flying Head
After leaving the dock, the strong wind surprisingly subsided a lot. Although it blew the weeds and leaves on the ground into all directions, at least it would not blow Angel's hat into the sky.
The residents of the entire Bansi Port adhered to the custom of "not going out on nights when the weather changes drastically". They closed their doors and hid in their homes. At this time, there was no one on the streets, and the street lights that used candles for lighting were not lit. Only the crimson moonlight shone faintly on the road, adding a touch of color to the dark port.
Under Danitz's guidance, the three of them quickly walked towards the Green Lemon Restaurant. Klein led the way, holding a cane in one hand and a borrowed lantern in the other. The lantern, protected by transparent glass, steadily emitted a warm but faint light in the wind, illuminating the way for the other two people except Angel.
Angel was at the end of the team, protecting the weakest Danitz between the two of them. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her windbreaker, her right hand holding the "Good Luck" revolver, and her left hand was ready to transform the "Knight Bracelet" on her wrist into a suitable weapon to deal with the enemy.
The only one who wasn't in the right state was Danitz, who hadn't realized yet that he had become the object of protection. He hurried on as usual, holding down his fluttering clothes with one hand and resting his other hand on his forehead, trying to discern his direction in the wind.
"Turn left, and on the right is the road leading out of the harbor and up the mountain."
He reminded them, and Klein in front of him turned around, walked left, and turned into another street. His figure disappeared from the sight of the two people behind him for a moment.
At the moment the formation changed, a black shadow, the size of a watermelon, shot out from the thick fog and crashed into Klein's back like a cannonball.
What the hell!
Danitz, who was following behind him, reacted immediately. He raised his right hand, and a classically designed revolver appeared in his palm. He took aim slightly and was about to shoot at the black shadow.
Swish——
Invisible threads shot out from all directions, like a net, blocking the direction of the shadow's impact. The shadow, having hit the net and lost its momentum, finally revealed its true form in front of Danitz.
It's a floating human head!
It had no part below the neck, only a red and yellow esophagus hanging under the head, swaying in the wind like a tail. The skin on the face of the head was shriveled and sagging, covered with mildew, outlining the contours of the cheeks.
Between the cheeks, the severely decayed nose and lips were oozing green pus, with sharp teeth exposed below, and the eyes were bulging and cloudy.
Is this a corpse's head? Why is it flying?
Danitz had followed Vice Admiral Iceberg to explore many sunken ships and hidden treasures on isolated islands, and had encountered monsters of all shapes and sizes. He could be considered quite knowledgeable, but this terrifying creature, with only the head and feeding organs left, still frightened him to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.
He was just about to aim and shoot at the head that suddenly stopped in the air when a pure bright yellow light fell from the sky and pierced the flying head like a sword. With an inhuman scream, the head turned to ashes in the holy light, leaving only a handful of ashes that drifted in the wind.
With it as the center, a web of flames spread out, as if an invisible spider web was lit.
This was the invisible thread that bound me this morning... Could it be that this holy light was released by this fellow, Gehrman Sparrow? He's hideous, his actions insane, and yet he's actually a believer in the Sun? Or was it simply the damage caused by some magical object?
Based on the battle that just ended in an instant, Danitz assessed the strength of his two temporary teammates and was about to say a few words out of habit when he suddenly noticed that several black shadows appeared in the same place where the flying head had just appeared. They were the same size and rushed towards him at the same speed.
One, two, three, four... a full four!
After counting the number of heads flying towards him, Danitz actually became excited. He hadn't even made a move just now, and the battle was over. The number of incoming enemies was even greater than the number of people in his team. He had to fight two!
Bang--
A shot was fired, and the large-caliber bullet pierced the nearest head between the eyebrows. The immense force caused it to freeze in mid-air. Seizing the opportunity, Danitz pointed with his free left hand. A crimson flame emerged from his fingertips, rapidly expanding and shooting out, striking the flying head.
With a bang, bright flames rose up, illuminating the surrounding foggy streets.
In the haze, more dark shadows gradually approached. They appeared in the flash of firelight and then disappeared into the thick fog.
Five, six, seven…shit, I can’t count!
Danitz felt that all around him were flying heads with esophagi hanging from them. He forced himself to calm down and looked at the target that had been eliminated first, but was horrified to find that the skin of the head, baptized by flames, was charred black, trailing black smoke, and flew towards him completely unaffected. The rotten mouth was wide open, and the sharp teeth were about to bite Danitz's neck.
Bang--
In the critical moment, Danitz leaned back to avoid the fatal bite, raised his right foot, and kicked the head in the air accurately, kicking it backwards. After falling to the ground and rolling, he pinched out a fireball that was much smaller than the flame he had just launched, but brighter. He guided it to catch up with the kicked head and accurately drilled it into the mouth full of fangs.
The flames were accompanied by a huge sound wave, and the flying head was blown into pieces from the inside. Countless fragments fell to the ground with black smoke, and it was deader than dead.
Phew, we finally solved it. This thing is much harder to deal with than it looks. Those two guys easily took care of one. I thought it was just an ordinary monster...
Danitz exhaled, gripped his pistol tightly, and quickly climbed to his feet. He still remembered that there were at least six or seven such heads around him!
But when he looked at the two people who had not moved with his gun, he found that there were more than a dozen flying-head monsters piled up in the open space between the teams. They were caught in invisible nets and bound in place. Some of them were biting their fangs, some were shaking their esophagus, but they could not move at all.
puff--
A fist-sized black flame appeared out of nowhere, falling into the pile of heads slowly but quickly, and then expanded into a flame that was enough to engulf all the head monsters in a silent explosion.
After a few seconds, the black flames gradually receded, and the dozen or so heads that were caught in the web were no longer moving. The damage to their exteriors was not even as severe as the burns caused by Danitz's first flame, but they seemed to have lost their inner souls, leaving only rotten shells.
Shocked by the terrifying power contained in the black flames, Danitz stared blankly at the instigator, Angel. Angel had already bypassed the smoking pile of monster corpses and followed Klein, who was holding a lantern. His hands were still in his pockets, and the hem of his windbreaker fluttered in the wind, as if he were a tourist visiting Bansy Harbor.
And I'm here to roll in the mud... Danitz looked at the mud on his body that had rolled out from trying to avoid the flying head, his mouth twitching. He brushed off the dust as if nothing had happened and quickly followed.
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At this time, the atmosphere in the Green Lemon Restaurant was tense.
The two bodyguards, Cleves and Teague, gripped their revolvers tightly, one pointing at the obese restaurant owner and the other at another approaching waiter. Their faces were serious, and their index fingers on the triggers were already pressed down, ready to fire at any time.
The restaurant owner, Fox, also held a revolver in his hand, but he didn't point it at the bodyguards or the passengers behind them. Instead, he lowered it downwards, his fat face expressionless as he spoke word by word:
"Don't go out on foggy nights, otherwise, bad things will happen."
"This is a terrible thing! Hand over Cecil and Donna, and we'll leave immediately!"
Cleves uttered a rare curse word and pointed the gun at the boss's fat, almost round head.
"They left half an hour ago, but you guys shouldn't go out."
The restaurant owner ignored the gun that was almost pressed against his face and continued to answer in a leisurely tone.
Cleves was confident that he could kill this guy with one shot and take care of the other waiter a second later, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw several local diners appearing at the second-floor staircase. They were all gentlemen and ladies in formal attire, with indifferent expressions and calm eyes, but with an invisible pressure.
I remember there were over a dozen diners on the second floor, not counting those already gathered around us... Even if we used up all the bullets in our magazines, we wouldn't be able to kill all of them. And we still have to deal with any unexpected incidents along the way. The situation is extremely unfavorable. We must leave here immediately... But where are Cecil and Donna? They left half an hour ago. Did they go back to the White Onyx?
The former adventurer quickly made a decision in his mind. He took two steps back and looked sideways at his employer, Uldi Blanche, who had one arm around his son Denton and the other holding his wife's hand. He tried to appear calm on his face, but his eyes revealed panic and trance.
"Mr. Blanche, we have to leave first. After returning to the ship, ask the captain to bring the sailors to help search for the missing people."
Cleves' whispered suggestion startled the absent-minded Blanche. He looked around and saw his wife and son, the newlyweds Dimodo and his wife, Kate's family of three, and several servants all looking at the import and export businessman, expecting him to make a decision and command the hired bodyguards to bring everyone back to the safety of the White Agate.
But where was Donna?
These weird locals, the owner and waiters were obviously hospitable, and the ladies and gentlemen were well-mannered, but when a strong wind blew and fog rose outside the restaurant, everything changed!
Blanche's forehead was covered with sweat as he looked at the waiters and locals who were standing quietly in the corner surrounding them. He knew in his heart that Cleves's suggestion was the right one. Although there were more than a dozen of them, only two bodyguards were armed. If a fierce conflict broke out, they would probably all be left here.
But Donna...
He closed his eyes in pain.
"Let's go back to the ship first."
At this moment, Blanche could feel that everyone around her, except her family, breathed a sigh of relief.
Cleves still pointed his gun at the restaurant owner. Another bodyguard, Tigg, stood by the door. After everyone squeezed through the crowd of waiters and locals and reached the door, he gripped the door handle and took one last look at the scene on the first floor of the restaurant.
All the waiters and diners stood quietly, watching them quietly. Only the fat boss Fox was still whispering:
"There's still danger outside."
He never raised his hand holding the gun, as if he was really stopping the passengers from leaving simply for their safety.
This restaurant, this entire port, is so weird...
At Cleves's signal, Teague turned his head away from looking inside the restaurant, twisted the handle hard, and pushed open the door.
A not-so-strong wind blew into the restaurant. Outside the door, it was pitch black and foggy. The light coming through the door of the restaurant could only illuminate the area several meters away from the door. It seemed that countless monsters were hidden in the darkness outside.
"Let's go!"
Cleves, who had been aiming his gun the whole time, waited until everyone left, then walked backwards out of the door, shouting loudly, letting his voice carry to everyone in the wind.
Clang——
The door of the restaurant closed in front of him, cutting off everyone's escape route.
Watching the row of windows on the first floor, emitting warm candlelight, gradually fill up with waiters and diners standing silently, Cleves turned his head back, no longer trying to understand this strange situation. He and Teague, one in front and one behind, sandwiched the other unarmed men, women, and children in between, found their way to the dock, and set off.
Woo——
A black shadow the size of a watermelon emerged from the fog and flew towards the team with a strange cry.
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