"Clang!" A crisp sound echoed as Fatso's large cleaver instantly collided with Eamonn's arm. This caused Eamonn's movent to slow down montarily, giving Arnold an opportunity to evade.
Arnold landed swiftly, recalling the recent danger. He shot a grateful glance at Fatso, who rolled up his sleeves and looked at Eamonn with a face of disdain.
"Back for another beating today? If you hadn't escaped so quickly back then,No matter how you put it today, I have to give you a morial ceremony ! But it doesn't matter; facing , I'll still send you down to accompany your brother!" Fatso continued, unabashedly eying Shirley, a hint of smugness in his gaze.
Eamonn glared furiously at Fatso, his expression growing increasingly fierce. He knew that if it weren't for this Fatso breaking his brother's thigh bone, Augustus wouldn't have t such a grueso end. So, he felt that Augustus's death was related to David, and more directly to Fatso.
"Fatso, I'll make you pay now!" Eamonn roared, then suddenly lunged towards Fatso.
Although Eamonn was a Level 9 esper and held an advantage over Fatso in terms of power, since returning from the youth apartnt, Fatso had used blood and bones from the ghost zombies to achieve a qualitative leap in his physical strength , Shirley is on the side, In addition ,as the saying goes, a woman by your side boosts your fighting power. Fatso rolled up his sleeves, without hesitation, and pounced towards Eamonn.
In the blink of an eye, the two collided. Eamonn's palm strike aid at Fatso's forehead was fast, accurate, and ruthless. The resulting wind sounded like a fierce "whoosh." Fatso was equally uncompromising, raising his elbow for a punch aid at Eamonn's jaw.
Eamonn swiftly evaded, but as he did, he launched a mid-air kick toward Fatso's face. This imdiately alard Fatso ,what did he live for in this world? If Eamonn's kick connected and ruined his face, how could he continue getting by? How could he bravely face his love-struck girl?
"Who do you think I am, a fat cat? Go to hell!" Fueled by anger, Fatso sprang into action, rapidly drawing a dagger from his waist. He used his powerful physical strength to grasp Eamonn's incoming right leg and then lifted the dagger.
"Swish!" The dagger flashed with a cold light against Eamonn's leg. In the next mont, a gash appeared on his leg, and blood imdiately sprayed out.
Eamonn swiftly maneuvered, transforming into a smoky haze and retreating backward. After he stabilized himself and saw the blood on his leg, his expression turned grim. He hadn't expected Fatso to possess such strength. In their previous scuffle, Eamonn hadn't taken Fatso seriously due to his overconfidence, allowing Fatso to seize an opportunity and injure him.
However, Fatso's strike had successfully provoked Eamonn: "Fatso, I'll make you suffer before you die."Eamonn discarded his shirt, staring at Fatso like a devil. The mont he removed his shirt, a face suddenly erged on his chest. As the face beca visible to everyone, its eyes snapped open. The torn mouth slowly widened, and an extrely long tongue extended like a venomous snake, watching Fatso with a constant licking of its lips.
"Provoking , everyone present here today will die! This world belongs to Alexander, and you all will eventually beco lifeless corpses!" Eamonn placed his right hand over his heart, smiling faintly at Fatso and David.
"Thud!" A muffled sound ca as Eamonn forcefully pierced his fingertip into his skin, sliding his palm into the flesh as if searching for sothing. Soon enough, he held a trembling, blood-red object in his palm before the onlookers.
"Is that... that guy's heart?" Charles exclaid in astonishnt after getting a clear view of the object in Eamonn's hand. The others reacted similarly, looking at Eamonn as if they were witnessing a monster.
Even Fatso furrowed his brows, gripping the large cleaver he had picked up monts ago. The mont that face appeared, David sensed a foul, decaying odor in the air. He imdiately realized that Eamonn was no longer an esper but a zombie. That face was the unknown zombie parasite living within him, and everything he was doing seed to be a form of ritual – sacrificing himself, using his own flesh and blood to summon the power of the zombie within him.
Indeed, just as David had suspected, Eamonn placed the heart from his palm into the mouth of the parasitic face. The face opened its mouth voraciously, swallowing Eamonn's heart as if it had starved for centuries. Blood dripped from its lips onto the ground, and the chilling sound of its heavy chewing sent shivers down everyone's spines in the garage.
As the face devoured Eamonn's heart, Louisa and Lucinda arrived behind him. At the sight of Louisa's inexplicable appearance, Monica was the first to freeze.
"How did she end up here?" Monica questioned, looking at Lucinda beside Louisa, both won staring expressionlessly at them as if they were ready to charge at any mont.
David glanced at Monica's expression and imdiately understood. he looked at these two won, realizing that they were zombies with strength around Level 7. Unlike typical zombies, they possessed complete human forms, as if they had evolved back to human shapes.
This puzzled David; he believed the appearance of these two individuals was intricately connected to Danny and that their intentions were malevolent. Their hostile gazes were clear indicators. However, scanning the surroundings, David didn't spot Danny.
anwhile, Danny was standing in a building just outside the garage, a smile on his face. He knew that the grand hunt of David and the Embers squad was about to begin. Soon enough, the face had devoured Eamonn's heart completely.
"Co forth! Carnage Wraith! These people will all beco your most delectable feast!" Eamonn shouted while laughing manically, his arms outstretched.
The entity known as Carnage Wraith grew increasingly agitated, its facial expression becoming eerier and more disturbing. Unexpectedly, a mind-boggling scene unfolded.
The Carnage Wraith slowly dissipated, and Eamonn's body twisted in agony. His expression turned grotesque, as if he were enduring so sort of internal upheaval.
In the next instant, the Carnage Wraith's face replaced Eamonn's. Eamonn's limbs underwent a dramatic transformation; sharp, bone-like structures erged, encasing his limbs like bamboo shoots sprouting after rain. Even his neck and head had several protrusions.
Eamonn's original form had vanished entirely. Instead, a ghostly zombie now lowered its head, emitting sinister sneers. The Carnage Wraith had completely taken control of Eamonn's body.
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