Hyperspace Transmigration

The giant claws are pitch-black, like poured black molten iron, exuding a decaying and dark atmosphere. To the naked eye, streaks of black mist wrap around the sharp black claws, and the air sizzles wherever they pass.

Akado's face was gloomy, and a mass of bloody light suddenly burst out around his body. The endless bloody light rushed like a river, forcibly resisting the giant claw three feet away.

His previous nonsense was just delaying time, and now that the injury under his neck has healed enough, he was about to attack, but he didn't expect Alice to strike first.

Judging from the power and movement of this move, it was obvious that he had been preparing for a long time.

When he thought that his previous act of delaying time was just intentional by that bitch Alice, and everything about him must be like a joke, the anger in his heart became even stronger.

"Bitch, this trick is summoning, right? Summoning has a time limit. Once the time is up, it will be your death!"

Akado let out a low growl in his heart, the bloody light on his body surged crazily, and the sizzling sound resounded from the intersection of the bloody light and the giant claws, the two corroded and annihilated each other, and the air was filled with There was a smell of blood and decay.

"Fatty, time is running out. I will use my back hand to hold him back later. You must seize the opportunity and kill him with one blow, killing him instantly!"

"Even if you can't kill him, you must completely injure him!"

The fat man on the side was still dazed by the sudden movement, no, Alice's voice immediately exploded in his mind, urging her urgently.

"clear!"

With a chill in his heart, the fat man knew what he should do.

Although now is a good opportunity to take advantage of Akado being dragged by Alice's magic, it is also good to make a move by himself, but since Alice has ordered him, then wait and be patient.

One hit kill.

Although it was difficult, Fatty was willing to give it a try.

The huge black sharp claws collided with the blood-colored rays of light, forming gorgeous light and shadows and frightening sounds in the sky.

Akado's face was as gloomy as water, and the bloody and terrifying energy burst out from his body frantically, resisting the magic that Alice had stored for a long time, and at the same time calculating the time in his heart, always preparing for a fatal attack.

But Alice knows him too well, so she naturally knows that her summoning technique won't last long, and she never thought of killing Akado with this blow. It's nothing more than a predicament, the real killing move is the one hidden behind.

Thinking in her heart, Alice wiped it from her arms expressionlessly, and a tattered piece of cloth appeared in the palm of her hand in an instant.

The strips of cloth looked ordinary, deep and yellow, and there were even holes made by insects in some places, which was very worn out.

Alice held the strip of cloth tightly, and with a shake of her hand, the strip of cloth was spread out. The yellowed strip of cloth did not look very big, it was several feet long and wide, and it looked full of decay and dilapidation.

The yellowed cloth strips were completely spread out, like a huge curtain, and at the very center of the curtain, there was a very clear trace of a human figure, which was the hard branded mark of the long years.

"What a strong dark breath!"

The moment the strip of cloth appeared, Fatty felt an unprecedented dark power, the strongest and most unfathomable power he had ever seen, much stronger than Akado in front of him.

Fatty didn't know this thing, but Akado was different.

The moment he saw the thing in Alice's hand, his eyes shrank to a point, and his pupils were filled with unprecedented fear.

"This, this is..."

"The Shroud of Turin!"

Akado couldn't believe it, "How can you have something in your hand, how is it possible?"

The Shroud of Turin, according to legend, after the death of Jesus, the cloth that wrapped the body of Jesus, has been soaked in the blood and bones of Jesus over time, and has become an unprecedented terrifying fetish.

Don't look at the incomparably powerful dark power contained in it,

In fact, this is just an appearance.

The Shroud of Turin is actually one of the most holy fetishes of light. Akado once encountered this thing in a mission world. He saw with his own eyes a terrible dark mage being scorched by this thing. Roasted into nothingness, not even slag left.

But how did this thing appear in Alice's hands? How did she get it?

"Go to hell and ask Satan!" Alice was indifferent, pouring powerful magic power into it, then shook her palm, and slowly threw the Shroud of Turin in her hand towards Akado.

Akado screamed.

He wanted to escape, but his body was tightly locked by an unprecedented terrifying will. His whole body was like a sculpture, unable to move at all.

The yellowed and shabby cloth, like the robe of death, froze Akado's body and soul in the air, and his thinking seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Then streams of white holy light as pure as water diffused from the yellowed rags little by little, and the light shone on Akado's body, as if pouring concentrated sulfuric acid, emitting a sizzling sound. The whistling sound corroded his flesh and blood, his body inch by inch.

Akado roared and howled crazily. At this moment, he felt that his soul was being melted and erased little by little by this holy light.

This feeling of stepping into death drove him crazy, suffocated him.

"Fatty!" At this moment, Alice roared.

"Understood!" Fatty nodded.

This opportunity is just right.

Not to be missed.

"Go to hell!"

There was a flash of murderous intent in the pupils of the eyes, and complex textures flashed in the fat man's fist, every bit of power in the whole body was called out, and then facing Akado's head, it was directly A fierce punch.

The head and heart are the deadliest parts of a vampire, but if the heart is broken, it can be quickly restored by using the fine-grained control of the gene lock.

But if the head is blown off, no matter how powerful the resilience is, it will be useless.

So the fat man's goal was very clear, he aimed directly at Akado's head, wanting to finish him with a fist.

"Get out!"

Akado roared angrily, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do now, his whole body was shrouded in the shroud of Turin, locked, unable to resist or defend at all.

"Get out of your paralysis, you'd better let the fat man die first!"

The fat man sneered, he didn't care about Akado's vicious and crazy eyes, and his huge fist slammed on Akado's head.

boom.

Like smashing a watermelon, Akado's head was smashed into rotten flesh by the fat man's punch, and the blood and flesh flew around, his entire face was gone, leaving only the outline of a pile of rotten flesh on his head , extremely miserable.

Akado's breath also dissipated in an instant, and then fell straight down with a plop, splashing a cloud of dust.

(To be continued.)

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