The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

But maybe there is some tacit understanding between the murderers. Jack didn't simply regard this as a clarion call to start a war. He understood what Schiller wanted to express, which was literally "tearing them apart".

If a monster has self-healing ability, 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 to be more extreme, self-healing ability cannot save Dumpling stuffing.

"Swipe! Brush! Brush!"

Every time Jack swung the scimitar, the light of the knife was like a crescent moon hanging in the sky. When several rounds of crescent moons swung around him, they were like petals wrapping around him, opening little by little.

The first jackal monster touched by the light of the knife was stabbed in the neck, chest cavity, abdominal cavity and right thigh. The fur and muscles failed to defend, and the bones did not stop the scimitar. It's like cutting a stick of half-melted butter.

When Jack's figure flickered behind the monster, under the moonlight, the monster collapsed behind him like building blocks stacked by young children.

On the cross-section of the limb fragments, purple light kept flashing, but this self-healing ability fell into an embarrassing situation, because the corpses cut out by Jack were basically the same size, no matter which piece was used as the raw material for resurrection This monster has to fabricate at least 90% of its flesh out of thin air.

After the purple light flashed twice, it completely disappeared as if there was no electricity, 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, and Arthur also looked away. The two looked at each other at the same time. The moment their eyes made contact, Arthur suddenly discovered what Schiller was going to do.

The tragic scene of the monster being dismembered emerged in his mind. How much Arthur wished that he was really a fanatic and could use faith as the last line of defense in his mind, but he was not.

In other words, even fanatics will also feel fear when they witness that there are things that cannot be saved by a god with supreme power.

Seeing the moon symbol on Mark's chest, Arthur gritted his teeth and said, "Kongsu...Kongsu...you hypocritical thief, look at what you've done!"

"You created two criminals with your own hands! A hopeless murderer..." Arthur didn't even notice it, and there was some tremor in his tone.

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

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

The tip of the knife dragged across the ground, reflected by the mirror-like surface of the knife, the moonlight gradually climbed up from the soles of the feet, and the dark suit was dyed silver a little bit.

When the umbrella knife was picked up and stood in front of Schiller, one side of the knife reflected Schiller who put on the iron mask on his mouth again, and the other side reflected Arthur's collapsed expression.

The two were already very close, with only an umbrella between them. This long approaching process had completely destroyed Arthur's psychological defense. He fell, trembled, and began to scream.

Arthur is a doctor, a cultist, and a cult pope, but for the natural born killers, all but their own kind are prey, vulnerable victims.

Focus on the goal, test repeatedly, and find out the weakness.

Hurt, torture, and oppress until the other person is terrified, collapsed, and dehumanized.

Let them degenerate from human beings into beasts that can only roar and cry, follow their instincts to avoid, with thousands of emotions, only fear.

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

Arthur weakly stretched out his cane to block the oncoming sharp knife, but on the face he was facing, the cruelty and indifference that had nothing to do with human beings were sharper than any weapon. After Arthur's will was broken and his heart was broken, no matter how much his body resisted, it would be useless.

Schiller turned the umbrella, the umbrella handle was facing Arthur, the sound of metal and metal percussion sounded violently, and the continuous and rapid drumbeat sound like the opening of a drama was like a reminder——

With a sound of "bang!", the cane was thrown into the air, and with a soft "Kara", the cane fell into the muddy water.

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

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

To Kongsu's surprise, Schiller really stopped, but he soon discovered that Schiller's pause was not because of his order, but because Arthur, who fell to the ground, had a face on his face. The shape of the crocodile head began to flash.

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

Schiller retreated quickly, and with a roar full of primitive wildness, an equally huge figure descended behind Arthur.

Schiller was calm from the beginning to the end, and he didn't seem to be surprised by this, but at this time, Kong Su stood up and said:

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

"It's the same for you, Kongsu! You even recruited two believers!" Amit's voice was thinner than Kongsu's, but his conversation with Kongsu proved that he was as intelligent as Kongsu, And just as old.

Except that at the beginning, Konsu asked Amit a question in English, and Amit also answered in English, the communication between the two was all in ancient Egyptian, and the speed of speech was very fast.

Therefore, after they communicated for about twenty or thirty seconds, the sharp knife light interrupted their conversation.

Amit's phantom was dismissive of the knife light from Schiller's surprise attack, but it was different from the previous attack on Arthur. This time, a huge silver knife light appeared in front of the umbrella knife, and the crescent-shaped knife light trace When flying towards Amit, Amit condensed the shield to defend, and the knife light rippled on the shield, and then disappeared.

But just when Amit was about to open his mouth to mock Kongsu, there was a "whoosh" piercing the air behind him, and a cross-shaped knife light slashed on Amit's back fiercely, knocking him forward flew out.

Amit's phantom adjusted his posture in the air. He stabilized his figure and wanted to look back to see who had sneaked up on him, but the moment he turned around, Schiller attacked again.

Jack behind Amit put away his double knives, put the hilts of the two knives together, and then twisted it, and a huge S-shaped meniscus dart appeared. He stepped back with one foot, arched his body, and grabbed the curved Blade, throw it hard.

Just when Amit barely dodged Schiller's umbrella knife, the meniscus dart with a loud piercing sound forced him to nowhere to retreat, and he had to take Schiller's knife hard.

Schiller's knife carried Kongsu's unique power of moonlight, and when he cut it down, Amit's phantom flickered, and it became obviously dimmer.

"Kongsu!!!" Amit roared, "How dare you take such a criminal as your believer, the heavens will judge you!!!"

The sentence he yelled was still in ancient Egyptian, so neither Schiller nor Jack understood it at all, nor did they plan to understand it.

Kongsu seemed to be apprehensive, he said to Schiller: "Stop! Schiller..."

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

But the two of them turned a deaf ear at the same time, and the silver radiance complemented each other, like a big net, wrapped Amit, and Amit yelled and cursed Kongsu constantly.

Kong Su also seemed to be angry that his followers ignored him. He felt that his dignity as a god had been provoked, and he could not condone such a thing happening. So he also raised the scepter in his hand, Hit the ground hard.

A circle of silver ripples swung around him, and when they swept across the feet of Schiller and Jack, the silver light on their bodies disappeared. After the power of the moon god was withdrawn, the battle uniforms also disappeared.

"You are my believers, you should obey my instructions..."

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

The moment the power disappeared, Schiller didn't stop. What replaced the silver power was a mysterious gray mist.

What's even more frightening is that this weapon no longer changes into a knife light, but is like countless tentacles spreading out behind him. The gray tentacles spread from Schiller's back and attacked Amit.

Amit flashed and wanted to run, but the tentacles made of gray mist seemed to have eyes, and turned into countless silk threads, chasing Amit's figure until they wrapped him up.

The gray mist tentacles were like greedy blood-sucking leeches, piercing into Amit's body one by one, greedily sucking energy, and Amit's projection formed by the energy body was sucked dry in an instant.

Before disappearing, Amit shouted: "Kongsu, you colluded with the evil gods, I will summon the twelve pillar gods to judge you!!!"

Accompanied by a long scream, Amit disappeared, and the gray mist tentacles that were full of food and drink were dancing in a mighty manner, appearing extremely terrifying and weird in the darkness, making it impossible to look directly at.

Schiller turned around, the pupils could no longer be seen clearly in the eye sockets, all were filled with gray mist, and his eyes fell on Kong Su.

Kong Su's skeleton falcon head slowly turned back 180 degrees, pretending he didn't see anything, and then disappeared with a bang.

"Oh, damn it, my jaw..." Mark's personality returned, he exclaimed, squinting his eyes, looking around at the mess around him.

The vicinity of the battlefield is full of ravines left by huge sword lights, and there is muddy black water between the ravines. The car that Arthur drove over exploded at some point, and it has now been burnt to coke. Arthur is lying in the car Not far away, life and death are uncertain.

Mark stood at a loss in the middle of all this. He touched his clothes and found that, at some point, the beetle he had hidden in his pocket had disappeared.

He lowered his head and looked around in a daze. After looking around, there was nothing on the ground except dirty water and stones. He put his hips on his hips and patted his forehead. He sighed and said, "This symptom is really getting worse. .”

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he turned his head to look at Schiller. Schiller had returned to normal, and even the sharp knife at the front of the umbrella had disappeared. Mark walked over and asked, "I remember, should you A psychiatrist, right? Pretty good kind of..."

"You..." Just as Mark was about to say something, he found that he felt a coolness on his cheeks, and tiny raindrops fell on his face. Mark raised his head and stretched out his hand, and he found that it started to rain here.

The rain line in the dark night didn't seem to exist, only the splashing water on the ground told the coming of the heavy rain. Schiller directly propped up the umbrella in his hand and was safe and sound, but Mark was a little embarrassed.

Seeing that Schiller didn't intend to share the umbrella at all, Mark had no choice but to find a car on the side of the road, pick the lock, and sit in it.

Schiller put away the 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 tell me, my situation... I mean, since I don't know when, I will have intermittent amnesia and fainting. In this situation, is there any way for psychological treatment?"

"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 do you know?"

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

"I do physical therapy."