Chapter 316: Chapter 225: Like to Pretend, Huh?
“The duration of my extre state should have about thirty seconds left, I can’t waste any more ti here…”
A thought flashed through Chen Lun’s mind.
He knew that once he left his extre state, his strength would be completely insufficient to combat the Red Rose Squad, and he would be in grave danger!
After all, he was just an ordinary Sequence Seven!
Whoosh!
Chen Lun blinked, appearing in front of the coffin, ready to take it away.
Just then, the Bone Carving Doll lying on the ground suddenly emitted a cracking sound, and then it climbed up by itself, its head turning around, and its pitch-black eyes once again fixed on Chen Lun.
“Screw you!”
Chen Lun retaliated with a slap, clanging the Bone Carving Doll away; mid-air, its head spun like a propeller, both eerie and comical.
The boy made of bones crashed into the wall, then fell to the ground, his limbs and head twisted in an unnatural pose.
The spell “Sensory Deprivation” it had cast on Chen Lun thus beca ineffective, and Chen Lun regained his vision and hearing.
He turned to glance at the doll, fully aware that in so sense, it was Jero’s weapon as well as material for an advancent ceremony.
But he had no interest in it…
Unless he killed Jero first, this Bone Carving Doll could not be destroyed. It had already ford a deep connection with Jero, so taking it away would only lead to being tracked down.
There was no need to carry a “ti bomb” on him.
Luckily, without Jero’s direct manipulation, the power that the doll could exert was minimal.
Chen Lun tried to place his hand on the coffin, preparing to store it inside the Blood Poem Ring so that he wouldn’t have to carry the coffin while escaping, which would be highly inconvenient.
The Blood Poem Ring flashed with a red light, and a vortex gradually appeared.
He was pleased.
“It’s possible…! Probably because Mr. Bales’s original body lacks a soul and is considered a dead object…”
But the next mont…
A warning light went off in Chen Lun’s mind, and his Spiritual Intuition was alerting him.
At the sa ti, a piercing scream reached his ears!
A Bone Spike, covered in ferocious patterns, flew swiftly toward Chen Lun’s hand placed on the coffin!
Whoosh—!
It moved incredibly fast, far faster than a bullet, almost as if it had blinked, reaching Chen Lun’s hand in the next second.
Ping!!
The Bone Spike struck the coffin lid and was blocked by a black light, emitting a crisp, ear-piercing sound, the reverberating shock lasting for a long ti.
Chen Lun dodged to the side and slowly exhaled.
Good thing he had moved beforehand, or his hand would have been hit!
The power of this Bone Spike was trendous, and Chen Lun did not know whether the Didak Armor, combined with Steel Bones’ defense, could withstand it.
He was not completely confident.
“Bales wants to take back this body? Haha…”
A deep, elderly voice ca.
Chen Lun turned his head and saw an old man with white hair and beard standing at the warehouse door. He was dressed in a wide scarlet monk’s robe, holding the Bone Carving Doll in his hand, his face full of wrinkles and age spots, looking very much like a man at death’s door.
‘Bone Carving Monk Jero…’
Chen Lun thought of the na internally, and his pressure surged.
‘This old undead has already advanced to Sequence Five! And with only 15 seconds left in the extre state, what should I do?!’
The situation was very bad now!
“If Bales had co in person, there might have been a slight chance to reclaim the original body, but to send such a minor character…”
The old man’s calm gaze glanced at Chen Lun, then he shook his head slightly, appearing sowhat disappointed.
He did not seem to fear this “pale monster” at all; rather, he seed to hope that Bales himself would co, apparently thinking it would allow him to capture and suppress Bales.
Even though Chen Lun had broken through the blockade of the Red Rose Squad and defeated Dr. Wozhuas along with two squad mbers…
In Jero’s eyes, he was still just a minor character.
In this critical mont, Chen Lun did not panic; he was thinking coolly, his mind racing.
Suddenly, he figured out sothing and was enlightened.
‘There is a way… but I have only one chance!’
Suddenly, Chen Lun threw his cards; under the extre state, the Magic “Card Throwing Knife” also increased its power.
Swish swish swish…!
Several cards spun rapidly toward Jero.
So of them were mixed with Supernatural Fla attached to “Palm Fireworks.”
Taking advantage of the mont he acted, Chen Lun quickly dropped a card at his feet secretly.
“Struggling in vain.”
Jero’s old voice spoke again.
He raised the Bone Carving Doll, like a ventriloquist’s puppet in his hand.
Crack!
The porcelain-like boy opened his mouth, his pitch-black eyes devoid of any sparkle.
Whoosh whoosh—!
An icy blue cold wind blew out of its mouth, like a winter gale mixed with bone-chilling frost, furiously pouring into the warehouse.
The cards suddenly slowed against all logic, slowing more and more like rusty gears, gradually seizing up.
The cards were covered with frost, and eventually froze mid-air like insects in amber, not even falling due to gravity. Even the few that were afla with Supernatural Fla did the sa, not going out, but staying motionless.
The Supernatural Fla was condensed by the cold air!
“Hiss… huff…”
Dr. Wozhuas leaned against the corner of the wall, already severely injured and unable to get up. The supernatural cold air made him shiver uncontrollably.
He stiffened his neck and glanced at the dying nun on the ground, his eyes revealing a helpless compassion. The blood that had flowed from her had frozen into ice, turning the entire warehouse into what seed like a cold storage room.
Chen Lun faced the cold wind and silently dreaded the situation.
He could no longer sense the playing card he had thrown earlier, and the “Magic Mark” he had left on it was erased by the cold, preventing him from performing the “Magic” known as “Great Human Transformation.”
‘The first step of the plan is directly snuffed out, what a disaster!’ he thought, enduring the bone-chilling cold.
But he didn’t just wait to die.
Taking advantage of the less than ten seconds left in his extre state, he vibrated his pale wings and, stomping his foot, he blinked to Jero’s side with startling speed.
Whiz!
He blew a whistle, using the “rmaid’s Song” hypnosis.
At the sa ti, his dark claws swung down fiercely at the old man!
But Jero showed no response; he ignored both the hypnosis sound and the incoming claws, remaining motionless, not even lifting his eyelids.
Crack!
The Bone Carving Doll suddenly turned its head, blowing a frigid wind straight at Chen Lun.
Chen Lun had anticipated the hypnosis to be ineffective, knowing that his opponent was a “Sequence Five” powerhouse with Willpower probably above 25 points… But trying was no harm.
As the cold wind assaulted him at close range, he felt a chill throughout his body, and his mid-air claws moved slower and slower.
‘At most three seconds and I’ll be completely frozen!’ he thought internally.
‘But this distance should be enough…’
His hand with the dark claws was still inching closer to Jero’s head, with difficulty and struggle, conveying a desperation to find a way to survive.
anwhile, his eyes glanced past Jero to a barrel behind him.
“Cage Escape” magic!
At this mont, as Chen Lun was gradually being solidified by the supernatural cold, he t the conditions to perform this magic.
Swoosh.
His figure disappeared, and the Bone Carving Doll’s target beca the barrel in the blink of an eye.
“aningless.”
Jero, without turning his head, clearly sensed that the pale figure had moved to his rear.
‘Like to show off, eh?!!’ Chen Lun cursed internally as he was less than five ters away from Jero, watching his back and the Bone Carving Doll turning its head towards him.
He moved his slightly stiff wrist and took out an item from the Blood Poem Ring, tossing it lightly.
He then perford the “Great Human Transformation” magic, switching places with the playing cards he had thrown near the coffin.
This ti, Jero’s expression finally changed.
“Damned guy!”
He grimaced, whirling around, using the Bone Carving Doll as a shield in front of him.
The object thrown by Chen Lun was a tiny bone shard.
“Cat God’s Spell”!
Boom!!
A column-like golden lightning appeared out of nowhere, striking down from the sky, its dazzling light illuminating the entire warehouse.
Crash!!!
A loud bang reverberated mutedly through the warehouse.
The golden light gathered and burst, turning into thousands of branches, spreading like golden boughs.
Jero, struck directly in the chest by the golden thunder, let out a ghastly scream.
Dr. Wozhuas, curled up in the corner, shielded his eyes from the bright light and jerked upon hearing Jero’s agonized scream.
What kind of damage could make the captain of the Red Rose Squad, a monk esteed by Archbishop Lafa, suffer so terribly?
And who exactly was that unidentified enemy?
Dr. Wozhuas’s mind was in chaos; he couldn’t make sense of it.
As the golden lightning gradually faded, the warehouse fell silent once more.
The doctor slowly raised his head; when he looked at Monk Jero, his already pale face turned even more bloodless, his eyes widened in shock.
Jero was kneeling on the ground, his crimson robe tattered, revealing his gaunt, elderly body underneath. His body was covered in ragged wounds that did not bleed but were instead covered with golden patches.
The patches flickered, sotis sprouting tiny golden branches the size of fingertips, sotis disintegrating into light points and dissipating, endlessly, undying and immortal.
Next to the monk lay the Bone Carving Doll, its originally pristine, porcelain-like face cracked and covered in fissures, as if it would shatter upon touch.
It was this that had taken the brunt of the golden lightning’s power, otherwise, Jero’s injuries would have been even more severe, or he might even have t his end.
Jero struggled to lift his head, his gaze as icy as the farthest northern lands. Dr. Wozhuas shivered when swept by that gaze.
But in the old monk’s view, within the warehouse, both Chen Lun’s figure and the coffin had already vanished.
A huge hole gaped in the ceiling of the warehouse.
“Jack!!”
Jero’s fingers clenched the ground like talons, his eyes reddening.
He growled from his throat, “You damned reptile, I will kill you myself!!”
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