Chapter 525 Ch524 Fighting
Chapter 525 Ch.524 Fight
Snap——!
Click.
Snap——!
The whip shadow in the mist is like a poisonous snake with its flexible head, always trying to take a bite when people are distracted.
If he were a young and inexperienced ritualist, he would have already opened a wound on his body, bleeding, and the pain would make it difficult to concentrate. In this ridiculous fog, he would have to retreat without even seeing the face of the enemy——
But this is not a problem for an experienced executive.
Especially a holy flame with a mystical organ.
The fog made it harder for the whip to be judged and defended, but the surrounding trees and spreading branches also became his helpers against the fog, giving him warnings in the whip kisses.
So does the wind.
Fernandez felt the air currents sliding across his skin around him, stepping on some of the most primitive drumbeats, intertwining with the thorns at every turn.
He allowed the enemy to attack eagerly, allowing 'her' to display her power, patiently like a crawling, tensed-muscle hound, just waiting for the moment when the prey's skills were exhausted...
‘Cultists. ’
Fernandez grinned and listened.
The next moment he tilted his head, a whip struck and broke the dead branch.
Click.
‘Is this all you can do? ’
‘The Great Ritual: The Flagellant’, and an unknown ritual or strange object that allows you to contain a large number of “secrets”? ’
He silently estimated the distance, tracking the scent with his nose.
The "Ascetic" of the Holy Flame Ring can enable the ritualist to have willpower and endurance beyond mortals.
Their strength is greatly increased and they are able to hold their breath underwater for extended periods of time. Even if the body parts are damaged, it can continue to fight and quickly adapt to various harsh environments.
As for the second level "Hunter", they will be activated with an ability similar to a mystical organ.
Perhaps far less than the arcane organ, but definitely a practical ability.
"Smell of evil".
The ritualist can use it to mark the "secret" emitted by the enemy, and track the target through the sense of smell within a certain distance and time.
This is why Fernandez thinks ‘she’ can’t escape.
Through observation, he has been able to roughly determine that this whip is not a "wonderful object" - there is a price to pay for using a "wonderful object".
These dozen or so attacks were enough to prove that it was just an ordinary whip.
so…
Just grab it…
Fernandez quietly tensed his muscles.
The lightning came alive again in his breath.
wait.
wait…
An opportunity!
The roaring whip shattered the slanting dead branches, targeting the hand holding the gun!
catch!
Grab it!
This is the thread of death that points to the target!
Fernandez did not retreat but advanced, shouting "I am the Holy Flame", and the thunder split the fog!
Close...
Close!
Just then.
Fernandez's heart suddenly contracted violently.
Years of experience were warning him.
He seemed to have a sickle on his neck, it was terrifying!
Even the skin can clearly feel the sharpness that is about to cut off the muscles and throat bones!
No…
wrong!
At the moment of life and death, Fernandez still obeyed the unspeakable premonition. When he retracted his left hand, his right arm holding the gun was also raised high!
A storm of exploding rubble arose beneath his feet, pushing him backwards quickly!
Clang——!
Just as he had predicted, the whip passed through the thick fog that briefly retreated.
Cut the fat normally.
The moonlight illuminates a smooth cut:
The pepper box was split into two pieces. One part is in the hand, and the other part falls on the ground.
If the incision were to go downwards, his fingers or even the entire palm would be taken away.
Several dead trees on his left were cut in half, like a thin scimitar several feet long, held by a giant who only existed in stories, and swung with ease.
A disastrous blade.
There was cheerful laughter in the thick fog.
Fernandez looked down at the gun with only the handle in his palm, feeling cold sweat dripping from every pore in his body. This is…
What kind of power?
"Wonderful object"?
No.
impossible.
From his experience, there are only two types of "wonderful objects".
As long as you hold it, you have to pay a constant price, and it will only be activated when you use it.
He has never seen or heard of any strange item that can be used as a weapon, but you don't have to pay a price - until you 'actually use' it.
There is no such "wonder".
Just like the "Spider Kiss" he gave to Roland, you can't fire two shots and then tell it that these two shots don't count and it starts counting from the third shot.
This is impossible.
so…
ceremony?
Or is it a special, little-known non-Crown God "path"?
Fernandez was extremely wary.
Now, even if he gets a whip, he will have to leave some parts in the woods.
careful…
careful……
Click.
left!
"Storm!" Fernandez roared, and once again the crazy air flow and the cracking electric light pushed him far away from the whip shadow's attack range!
He took advantage of the storm and jumped back a few steps, retreating——
Suddenly, my right foot went deep!
The wet and sticky liquid that appeared at an unknown moment instantly flooded his ankles and calves. The next moment he exerted force, it quickly solidified into a hard steel rock!
Fernandez groaned in pain, covered his knees, and half-knelt down in the mud.
He tried to activate the power of his organs again, but found that his other foot was also stuck in the mud - this time, he witnessed it with his own eyes:
The land that should have been solid seemed to be affected by something and melted into a man-made miniature swamp. It only swallowed his feet and calves. After it submerged his thighs, it cooled and solidified in an instant as if a candle was blown out by a storm.
Now.
His entire lower body was solidified in the rock
Like a sculpture with only the upper body alive.
Or a sculpture that was about to die.
"How about the death of the executor?"
The 'woman' in the dense forest teased him. It was like a house cat that had not seen a mouse for a long time, and finally released the longing buried in its heart...
The little mouse was here.
"The Owl of the Inquisition died in my hands! The Owl of the Inquisition died under my whip! Ahaha - I killed the executor of the Inquisition! I will soak his head in holy water!"
'She' chanted happily like singing, and her footsteps were as happy as a young deer.
The shadow sometimes appeared in the mist, and then quickly disappeared, screaming at the top of her voice as if she had made a fortune.
Then.
‘She’ walked out of the mist.
Like a monster hatched in the rolling water, a cultist dancing under the night mist and the silver moon.
Fernandez silently raised his gun and aimed at the blurry shadow.
Slowly pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The severe pain that squeezed his legs made it impossible for him to accurately and quickly send each bullet to the desired position.
Obviously.
‘She’ dodged more neatly and lightly than before.
One shot after another.
Six bullets only made the crazy cultist jump a few steps to the right, then go around a tree and continue forward...
Fernandez curled his lips.
Click.
The gushing frost cascaded down like the sigh of the winter god, and the power was so great that it almost blew a blooming ice flower in the mud under his feet!
"The Father of All Will Not Protect You, Heretic."
Fernandez stared at the frozen shadow not far away and calmly changed his bullets.