章節 381: Chapter 42: You should really consider paying for the gym, dear
BANG!
"GHLOOOOUU." With a resounding Thump. The huge beast fell dead to the ground, the last of its head exploding into greenish viscera and yellow blood from an accurate shotgun blast.
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"Huff... Ah, that was the last one..." Adryan exhaled a little, catching his breath. The barrel of his shotgun slid and moved, throwing an empty shell to the ground with a satisfying click.
Even for a Hunter, running from 7 angry Margwa would knock the wind out of him.
Slipping a hand into a random pocket of his jacket, he quickly loaded his weapon. The shells popped out as if by magic from his pocket.
Being a weapon created out of thin air, just like the information on how to use it like a pro that was inadvertently inserted into his brain, the ammunition would come from wherever it was most convenient. Intending to reload would be enough to manifest the shells in the pocket where his hand was.
Of course, it was not unlimited. In his head, the number of shells he had left in reserve appeared every time he reloaded.
"How are you doing for rounds?" Looking up, he glanced at his group, which was also slightly agitated from running.
Especially a certain Marauder.
"Huff! Huff!" Flora was trying to catch her breath. On shaky legs, she was leaning against the wall with one hand. Her face was red from the marathon she had just done, and the shotgun strap slipped a little from her shoulder.
"You all right there, Miss Worm?"
"I need, Huff, one second, Huff... Urgh..." Choking a little on her saliva, the Jacob could only cough a little.
Unlike Hunter and Prisoner, a Marauder didn't have the same physical augmentations, being practically a normal person. It also didn't help that she had never been the physical type.
Laughing slightly at the airless Flora, Adryan turned to the gothic duo.
"And you, pups?"
"We're doing well," Maric replied, finishing loading his shotgun. His eyes glancing up at the sky every now and then somewhat nervously, a bit of sweat dripping from his forehead, sticking his hair to it.
Sharron nodded, her breathing somewhat ragged.
"Next time, you two will come in hunting clothes," Adryan commented flatly, not wanting to think about how uncomfortable it was to run in heels.
The women looked at him for a moment before nodding slightly.
Sighing, the red-haired man throned his neck slightly and looked around at the abandoned fruit shops and the lone carriage.
Having fled from the Margwa, they had returned to the Junction through the door he had opened earlier.
Taking several deep breaths, Flora straightened up and looked up, her eyes trembling slightly.
The sky, once filled with black storm clouds, was now a malicious crimson color. Red lightning streaked across the city, striking the sea and some buildings on the shore.
Among those lightning bolts, shadowy figures were illuminated, their shadows casting a gloomy fate. Colossal tentacles were moving vertically through the black clouds. She could not see it, but she could feel it beyond the red storm clouds and the burning sky.
Something was approaching slowly but surely.
'This is...' Swallowing some saliva, Flora was unable to contain the shiver that ran through her body.
Her mind couldn't help but recall the several times her partner spoke of the Scarlet Monarch's goal and why he was forming a team...
To survive the Apocalypse that would strike the world in the future.
"Adryan... Is that what you meant by saving this world from destruction?" In a wary voice, the Jacob looked at his companion.
Her words carried within them another silent question that she was sure he caught.
"..."
Adryan looked up at the horror in the stormy sky. His expression was stone, showing no emotion.
He felt that his mind wanted to wander a little into the dark future of the world outside the tower, but he held his mind back, focusing on the present.
So, ignoring the dark fate that awaited him, he responded with a pop of his tongue, "Eyup."
Jacob's raised eyebrows lowered, and she folded her arms in a deep frown. A vein could be seen running down her neck.
"...You don't know how much I hate you."
Rolling his shoulders a little and seeing that his team had mostly recovered, Adryan slung his shotgun on his back and started down the stairs toward the abandoned station. "Come on, we still have an egg to boil."
Gritting her teeth, Flora scuffed and arranged the shotgun better at her side, fitting like a purse. She elegantly pulled her hair back with one hand and grumbled a little.
It was too hot in here.
...
"Hyaa!-Crunch!!!
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Crushing the head of the last zombie with his boot, Adryan watched as an illusory little white ball burst out of the zombie's body and bolted into his egg.
A light and somewhat elegant music played through the train station. The red-haired man raised his arm and watched the red number change to a three.
With a new round starting, he turned to his team and quickly explained:
"To fill the egg, we must kill 10 to 12 zombies. Don't over think it, you'll know when it's filled so don't think about it. Just so you remember, everyone will have to fill their own eggs; we can't do it for each other. To make it faster, we will all be together for the zombies to come to us.
"Once one fills their corresponding egg they will not kill anymore, they will stay here and help surround the zombies so that the missing ones can load their eggs faster.
"We should be done in one or two more rounds." Adryan finished with a short sigh.
It had been a long time since he had spent time explaining something. He felt like a uni professor now.
'If I was a Knowledge Keeper, I'm sure the potion would be melting in my belly...'
"URGHHHH AHHH!!!" A loud, unearthly, almost inhuman scream echoed through the train station.
From the corners and dragging its way out of the ground, a zombie came out with crazy grunts and screams, and as soon as its body was released, it ran off with good speed towards them.
Sighing a little, the red-haired man raised his shotgun and, without finishing exhaling all the air, pulled the trigger.
Bang!
...
Bang!
Another empty shell fell into the ground, along with another headless zombie. The same small, illusory white ball bolted up to his egg, which glowed for an instant.
Gong!
"And that would be it. Sigh." Bored and loading his shotgun, the red-haired man walked over and grabbed his egg, the tentacle wrapped around it, gracefully releasing it.
Unlike before, when it was a pale rotten green, the egg now filled with zombie souls glowed a soft light blue like a precious gem. Its weight remained the same, and it now gently pulsed in his palm.
Glancing at his group—who also had their own filled eggs on hand—and smelling the opportunity in the air, Adryan couldn't help but provoke with an obvious fake concern in his voice. "Does this make us parents? Oh, Flora! We're not even married. What will your parents think!?"
A delicate eyebrow quivered, and the aforementioned gave him an exasperated look, "You're a child."
"Anyone born in this epoch would be next to you, Dear Miss Worm."
Such a comment caused the gothic duo to look at her, their eggs in hand. Sharron's head slightly tilted to one side, her eyes glinting slightly.
"You..." Groaning, Flora quickly regained her control and huffed a little.
Ignoring the man's bright smile and the curious, quizzical looks she was receiving, Flora looked down at her egg and could only grumble and tuck it away in a hidden pocket of her skirt.
'Elegance, beauty, and not to mention utility. One shouldn't expect anything less from a Jacob.' Internally praising the tailor in charge of his beloved worm's dress, the redhead and his group left the Port District and returned to the train station under the Junction.
Walking to the altar hidden under the brick archway, Adryan took out the light blue egg and held it up. The egg began to pulse slightly as it approached a specific sword,
Bringing the egg close to it, its vibration intensified, and before he could react, it escaped from his hand and embedded itself in the third sword. Symbols glowed around it.
As soon as it did so, the egg began to break rapidly and then fragment. In its place was a small blue-green ball, much like an eye.
With all that done, the red-haired man with a gloved hand grabbed the sword's hilt and pulled.
Blurgh!
With a strange vomit-like regurgitation, the sword was released, revealing a white curved blade similar to a bone. It was covered with dark green goo. The blade itself burned with a delicate aqua-green flame that danced softly, giving the sensation of being on the beach at night tide.
Shaking it slightly, Adryan was a little surprised to feel the power contained in the blade.
"to... mo... bad... bad... blah... mald"
Unfamiliar murmurs that seemed to come from an unknown place assaulted his ears. The voices were ghostly and gloomy, sweet but also bitter. They tempted him to listen to them, but the redhead's expressionless face remained.
Thanks to the constant use of the Burnt Band, Adryan had a lot of experience in that. He ignored them, and after trying a few moves, he placed the bone sword on his waist by his belt.
As soon as he let go of the handle, the murmurs faded completely, and the slight assault on his mind was gone as if it had never been there.
"Well? What do you think of the singing?"
Maric snorted, stowing his bone sword at his waist, "It's nothing."
The ever-silent Sharron stood to the side with nothing to mention—the sword at her right waist.
"Your voice is worse," Flora added disinterestedly, her sword hanging on her back.
Snorting in amusement at her worm's comment, Adryan raised his wrist. The numbers were manifesting.
Points: 5250
Round: 6
Lowering his arm, he looked at his group. "We're almost done, but before we start the final part, we'd better upgrade our weapons."
"Magic method?" Flora questioned with a bored eyebrow. Ever since she bought a shotgun by touching a chalk drawing, she had already given up on using logic here.
" Eyup," Adryan nodded. He then looked at the rest. "How many points do you have?"
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Climbing the stairs to the Junction, Maric looked at the weapon in his hands, somewhat dazed.
All sorts of mysticism-filled symbols burned all over the body of the shotgun. Sealed by magma itself and pulsing, wishing to release the great power that filled every part of it.
The name of this new weapon was whispered to him as soon as he took it back from that strange structure.
Dagon's Glare
The weapon in his hands vibrated loudly as if it heard its name being called.
"Was it vital to upgrade them?" Maric consulted, placing the shotgun on his back. 'This floor gets stranger by the second.'
"Now we'll be facing more of those big boys quite often. We'll need the firepower." Adryan replied without looking back, his own Dagon's Glare resting on his shoulder.
"How many more of those guys will we have to kill?" Flora consulted, walking a few steps behind him, her heels making a soft tap tap tap tap.
Adryan tapped his chin for a moment, quickly adding up the remaining rituals to be done: "Mmm... Between 16 and 32, if we're lucky, it'll only be 23. But the way things are going, it's more likely to be 29."
The group's expression immediately soured. With Flora grimacing and Maric frowning and making a tsk, Sharron's only show was an almost imperceptible tick on her eyebrow.
"Don't be babies." Adryan rolled his eyes slightly at his team. Finally, set foot in the Junction.
Approaching where they had first awakened, the redhead nodded in satisfaction as he watched as a blood-red ritualistic circle manifested on the ground, right in the middle of the Junction.
The sword at his waist began to dip slightly, placing a hand on the pommel to keep it from falling. He advanced to the front.
The unique trio only glanced at the summoning circle on the floor, not stopping to follow the man.
Climbing the stairs to the rooftop and returning to the magician's hall, where they performed the first ritual, the trio was surprised to see one of those guardians hovering above the altar.
But, unlike the ones they had seen, this one was illusory; a bright green ghostly green made up his body that seemed to be made of energy.
Its slender arms were outstretched. Between them was an egg similar to the one they filled earlier. But unlike the other one, which was greenish white, this one was obsidian black, with what appeared to be cold lava covering its body.
The sword was vibrating even more, the eye releasing a solid glow.
"It doesn't seem to like whatever that is," Flora said curiously, her hand on her sword vibrating that was vibrating but not as hard.
"These guys are their mortal enemies," Adryan said as he reached up and grabbed the egg.
It felt like touching glass and was much lighter.
He could only let out an internal sigh of relief as he tucked it away in his jacket, his sword buzzing and quivering in discontent.
'I was a little worried that we would have to go ritual by ritual proving who was who, but luckily, my theory was correct. Whoever grabbed the worm is the owner of the egg of the place.'
Increasing his grip on the handle, he turned his attention to Maric, "You're next."
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The last of the fantastic guardians lowered its arms, the egg it held now in the hands of Flora, who looked at it out of curiosity for a few moments and then put it away.
She approached the group by stepping down from the red podium of the theater, which looked more like a brothel cubicle.
"Okay, we'll make this as quick as possible," Adryan began, walking up the carpeted stairs toward the theater's exit.
"We're on round 6; if we do everything right, we should be done by round 14. Sure, if there are no setbacks."
Leaving the theater, the group stopped a few steps from the exit.
In front of the theater, just like the previous ritual sites, there was a circle made of blood, only now, it was releasing crimson ashes from all over its body.
Adryan approached the circle but did not enter it but stood a few feet away from it.
He pulled the egg out of his pocket, which was now emitting a bit of heat, warm to the touch.
"Ready?"
During the egg-gathering trip, he took the opportunity to explain the last parts of what they had left to do so the whole group knew what to expect.
They all nodded, with their weapons raised. Sharron even moved the barrel slide.
Adryan looked at her for a few moments, the image somewhat bizarre but extremely funny. His lips twitched slightly, the perfect comparison in his mind almost drawing a laugh from him.
'A Commando Barbie... A Gothic Victorian Commando Barbie!'
"Pff..."
He shook his head and said, "Maric and I will take the right. You take the left."
That said, the redhead placed a foot in the summoning circle, and as soon as his boot made contact with the blood, it flared up a bit.
Reaching out, Adryan raised the obsidian egg to the middle of the ritual circle. As soon as the egg was in position, a light shot out from the center of the circle and struck the egg, suspending it in the air.
The ritual circle burst into crimson flames, all its symbols burning with power.
The next instant, to the right and left of the theater, two yellow spheres with greenish-black smoke manifested.
Two huge Margwas appeared shortly thereafter. They roared into the air with their mouths open, their welcome gift ready to be delivered.
With the Dagon's Glare aimed at their respective targets, the group pulled the triggers.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
"GHLOOOOUU." With pitiful roars, the huge beasts fell dead, the smoke that surrounded them without yet having dispersed mingled with the smoke from their bodies as they evaporated.
Adryan smiled at this.
One thing that was discovered quite sometime after the release of Black Ops 3 was that if you had a weapon with sufficient damage and a high rate of fire, it was possible to kill the Margwas without them spawning.
Shotguns were the best at that, and there was no better than the KRM.
Loading a shell for the shot he had fired, Adryan pulled the barrel.
"Let's finish this shitty floor."
章節 382: Chapter 43: I'm not a doctor, but here's a lollipop.
Four rounds later. Theater Altar.
Lowering his shotgun and spinning quickly on his axis, a powerful kick connected with the back of a zombie's neck coming at him from the side, the undead's head spun 180 degrees and fell to the ground, its glowing yellow eyes already dulled.
"Huff! Huff!"
Thick beads of sweat covered his forehead, his red hair sticking to it.
Exhaling a little, Adryan slung the shotgun over his shoulder. Slightly out of breath, he swallowed some saliva for his dry throat.
Even now, at round 10, the zombies' bodies became much harder. To hurt them, they had to use much more force than before.
Around him, Maric and Sharron finished dealing with their zombies using melee, the shotgun and sword being only emergency items.
Flora stayed close, being part of a Pathway that didn't increase the physical aspect. She would be the one to get exhausted the fastest, so the group was careful not to overwhelm her.
"It's ready!" The aforementioned shouted, grabbing her new sword from the guardian's hands.
Unlike the previous one, which was bone, this one was made of obsidian and burned with a soft, strong, and righteous crimson flame. In the middle of the guard, instead of the glowing eye, there was a tiny skull, very similar to the strange heads of the guardians.
If the bone sword was the sword of a demon, that obsidian sword was the sword of a demon slayer!
Maric and Sharron had matching swords; the only one who still had the bone sword was Adryan.
The red-haired man preferred to do it this way to save a lot of time. Seeing that almost everything was ready, the aforementioned quickly gave a powerful kick to the chest of a zombie, sending it flying against some tables.
"To the first ritual!" Adryan ordered. The gothic duo quickly followed. Flora jumped off the balcony and caught up with them. The group sped up the stairs and out of the theater.
Their swift figures moved through the shattered streets of the square, the sky releasing constant crimson thunder that fell closer and closer to where they stood.
The tentacles peeked slightly out of the storm clouds, slowly approaching the city...
Moving through the narrow corridors and dodging the zombies that jumped out of the broken windows or from the rubble and dark alleys, they quickly reached the Junction.
Running down the initial hallway and up the stairs to the rooftop, the group returned to the magician's room. The guardian ghost once again had its arms outstretched.
Adryan quickly reached into his vest and pulled out the egg. This egg, which once appeared to be obsidian, now contained magma itself. An intense glow came from it.
With quick hands, he also grabbed his bone sword, ignoring the murmurs that began to assail his mind, the red-haired man extended the objects to the spirit.
The spirit made no move, but the bone sword and the magma egg flew from his gloved hands to the guardian's ghostly hands. They began to glow.
In a moment, this glow intensified to just a white ball. But it disappeared in an instant. Between the guardian's outstretched hands was now the same oxidian sword which he had taken.
The same murmurs from before began to assail his ears, clearer and more understandable, but like the previous time he picked up the bone sword, he just ignored them.
Nestling the obsidian sword at his waist, Adryan looked to the side of the altar. At the shelf full of books.
On the floor a few feet away a book had manifested itself, half open. Its yellowed blank pages called his attention.
Walking quickly to it, he touched it. The pages rapidly began to fill with words, all written in black ink in a strange language that was full of mysticism.
The book then rose into the air, a purplish white smoke lifting it over a meter into the air.
The final stretch had begun.
Turning to his team, he barked an order, "To the station!"
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Hurrying back to the abandoned station under the Junction. The trio was a bit surprised to see how, suddenly, a strange flag had manifested itself in front of the abandoned wagon.
This flag was quite old and made of simple wooden sticks. It was adorned with a circle head, multiple thorns through it, and a gold plate in the middle. A dark purple cloth was over the poles that acted as arms under it.
This flag was emitting a faint purplish-white smoke, the same as the book in the room of the first ritual!
Adryan approached the banner and grabbed it but did not lift it from the ground; his gaze focused on his team.
Understanding the message, they nodded, their weapons raised and ready.
"First place will be Flora's." With that said, Adryan tightened his grip on the flag, separating it from the ground with a resounding gong!
"Hyaaaaaaa!"
A high-pitched scream was heard in the distance.
The group quickly left the train station.
No sooner had they made it to the Junction than multiple small reddish, yellowish flames flared up all over the place and were growing rapidly, but a shotgun blast stopped them before they could bloom.
Speeding through the streets, with more and more of these small flames appearing as the group's shots destroyed them, they finally arrived at the theater square.
Next to the gloomy, moldy box, purple lightning bolts shot out of the ground, creating several arcs of pure electricity.
Adryan sped this one up, his swift gait carrying him far ahead of his team. Numerous small orange flames surrounded him but were quickly destroyed by his team, who surrounded the place and began to shoot at them.
Raising the flag, he stabbed it at the place where the purple lightning arcs out. Immediately, the smoke from the banner condensed into powerful pulses of energy.
A few steps away from the banner, next to the stairway to the monorail, the mysterious figure manifested in the air. In one pale hand was the golden sphere, and yellow rays shot out from it.
Without the flag, Adryan wasted no time in trying to draw his shotgun but instead placed his hand on the golden handle of the Obsidian Sword and pulled it out, the flames of the blade burning ever brighter.
Squeezing the handle tightly and ignoring the murmurs that lashed his ears, Adryan launched a slash at the figure, a sickle of crimson fire following the blade's path.
Clank!
Scarlet's eyes widened dazedly for an instant, but reacting quickly, he stepped to the side, avoiding a deadly sickle of purple flame that cut the chariot behind him in half.
Gritting his teeth, Adryan positioned himself before the figure, blocking his view of the flag that pulsed harder.
'Of course, it wouldn't be that easy!' laughing wryly, the red-haired man raised his sword and threw another slash, blocking another sickle of energy heading towards the flag.
Gripping the handle of the sword tightly and feeling his brain throbbing a little, the red-haired man stood on guard, looking suspiciously at the figure hovering in the air.
In its right hand rested a sword like his own, but completely black and burning with a magenta flame that occasionally gave off black lightning.
BANG! BANG!
The decisive shot from Dagon's Glare exploded harmlessly before the greenish barrier surrounding the figure.
"Of course." Puffing slightly, Flora took cover behind a carriage and quickly changed her position with silent movements.
The figure extended the hand with the golden sphere towards the place where it was shot, and the symbols on it began to glow.
Yet, before launching an attack, it raised its sword again to block a sword from the side of a gothic Sharron.
The woman held her place, the crimson flames on the sword burning brightly.
The figure was about to retaliate, but its head turned to where the red-haired man was, and he had disappeared along with the flag!
Looking towards the theater, it watched as a person entered with great speed through the doors, followed closely by a woman in a purple dress.
Fush Fush!
The sound of moving air made it look up, and a crimson glow illuminated it.
After using Sky Walk, Adryan fell from the sky and descended like a meteorite upon the figure, his obsidian sword burning with crimson and orange flames.
Showing no alarm or emotion, the figure lowered its head and disappeared in a flash of purple.
Sharron lost her balance slightly, taking advantage of her body's sway more. She spun elegantly with a backward step as Adryan spun on his axis and rolled across the floor.
Lifting himself with a hand, taking advantage of the inertia. The red-haired man looked around with his sword held high, a vein throbbing in his forehead, and mighty murmurs in his ears.
"Blasfemer... bastard... blasfemer... bastard..."
Sharron stood at his back, her sword also held high, but in a different posture but no less alert. A vein throbbed in her neck, but only the quivering of her brow showed.
They stood like that until a resounding click sounded along with a great howl.
"Huooooo!"
Adryan straightened slightly, put the sword away again, and wiped the blood dripping from his nose. "We should be fine for now, but don't let your guard down."
"Understood." Putting her sword away, Sharron nodded delicately, wiping the blood from her nose.
Without exchanging any more words, they quickly made their way towards the theater's entrance, where they met Maric and Flora, who were on their way out.
"How are you?" the non-Zombie asked, looking them up and down. Flora looked around with her gun held high.
"We'll survive." Adryan sighed, rubbing his forehead a little as he went into cogitation to quiet the murmurs.
'I only took two steps with Sky Walk, but my spirituality is almost dry. A move that hardly even uses spirituality normally left me this drained? A hunter's spirituality is pathetic! It should be called spiritual dysfunctionality!'
Internally clicking his tongue, Adryan lowered his hand and raised his shotgun.
He then turned to Sharron; "Did you notice how that punk defended himself?"
"It blocked Miss Flora's shotgun blasts with a shield but decided to use its sword to block ours." The Not-Wraith responded with a slight nod of her head.
It was too noticeable. While all its moves were dull and looked like it didn't treat them seriously, it always used its sword to block.
"Looks like that barrier doesn't work with the sword." Flora entered the conversation, noting the obvious.
"We just have to get closer then. That won't be easy..." Maric murmured slightly, but Adryan's sudden voice interrupted them.
"Don't take that as a fact but an observation. That golden sphere can do many things I don't know about. Paralysis and soul absorption are the few I know it is capable of, but there are likely many, many more."
His words froze the trio, who looked at them stunned. Sighing a little, the red-haired man added, "Keep this in mind: If the answer is so apparent, it's likely a trap. Is it paranoia? Yes, it is, but it's best to be careful.
"We will face him several more times, so we can test that theory. But we'll be careful. We don't have to gamble in vain."
"Stay alert; he could come out at any time. We still have another three flags to go."
Walking back to the train station, the group moved carefully.
"If it can paralyze and absorb souls, why didn't you use it against the zombies and margwas?" Flora suddenly consulted, one eyebrow raised.
That would have been very useful with rituals.
Adryan replied looking at her with a look that said 'seriously'.
"It's one thing to know it can do it. It's another thing to know how to do it."
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On the way to the train station, the team started a new round, killing the last zombie.
Leaving only one 'alive', they returned to the station.
The flag welcomed them, standing in the same place where they had found it the first time.
This time the next pennant would be Sharron's, a somewhat long trip so as soon as Adryan grabbed the flag, they sped towards the port.
Arriving at the stone basin that Maric had used, electricity arcs came out of it.
The group quickly circled the arc, firing at the tongues of flame that were appearing, giving no time to whatever was coming to appear.
Without further delay, Adryan stabbed the flag at their source.
There was a pulse of energy as the flag was placed, and the air seemed to cool, and the tongues of flame stopped appearing.
An ominous feeling settled over everyone.
Shotguns were quickly put away, and swords came out. All were wearing serious expressions.
A deep familiarity rose in his chest, and Adryan clenched the handle. His memory returning to the day he lost his house.
Cursing inwardly, the red-haired man began to draw his sword, looking around. His free hand clutched Tauk Millennium discreetly, and he poured his spirituality into it.
"If you feel you lose control of your body, scream..." Adryan whispered.
At that moment, one of the obsidian swords flared and struck the ground with power.
A wave of crimson energy with purple spots sent Maric - the closest to the point of origin - flying, crashing his body against the wall.
Sharron tried again to raise the sword, but another held it.
Flora grunted, her arms shaking from the effort. Her sword blocked Sharron's in place.
Her gray eyes met the trembling blue eyes of the woman whose pupils had turned purple. Sweat was pouring from her brow, and a pained expression adorned her face, fighting for control.
"Princess!"
"I've got her!"
He lunged at Sharron and knocked her to the ground, making her drop her sword. Flora stepped back and stood to protect the flag, Maric joining her with a bleeding forehead.
Locking her arms with a knee and forcing her mouth open, Adryan placed the charged Tauk Millenium on her forehead and shouted in Ancient Hermes, "Sun!"
The artifact glowed for an instant. Holy water manifested and covered the woman's entire face, much of it falling into her open mouth, and Adryan forced her to swallow.
"HYAAAA!!!" An inhuman scream came from her, feral and spectral.
Followed by the howl of pain, purplish smoke came out of her mouth along with a slight yellow ball that tried to head towards Maric.
Using the still glowing Tauk Millenium, he struck the yellow sphere that exploded in golden sparkles upon contact with the artifact made of High Sun Priest.
Sharron blinked slightly and nodded roughly. The purple pupils disappeared.
Turning to the side, the redhead saw how the purple pulses of energy from the banner had turned crimson.
"Flora!" Throwing Tauk Millenium, the recently named caught it with ease and nodded.
The Jacob following the command, grabbed the charged pennant and accelerated towards the abandoned gym in the harbor. Maric following close behind.
"Can you move?" Adryan consulted as he helped her up.
"I'm fine," Sharron replied. Fixing her wet hair a bit.
Noticing how little importance she gave to her possession, the redhead couldn't help but think, 'Huh. You'd think she'd be more dazed from being possessed, but it seems she herself being a Wraith makes her insensitive to such things...'
"Huooo!"
A familiar howl sounded in the distance.
Sighing slightly, he looked at Sharron; "Let's go."
Rejoining the duo, Flora glanced for a moment at the still-wet Sharron before returning her attention to the redhead and handing the gold medal back to him.
Having it back, Adryan quickly pulled three metal vials from his pocket and put them together, bringing Tauk Millenium close to it. He formed the holy water of the sun again and filled them.
Keeping one, he handed the other two to Maric and Flora.
"What do we do with this?" Maric consulted, squinting his eyes before watching in a daze as the red-haired man drank the water in one gulp.
"If the sun water can cleanse possessions, that means it will make us immune as long as we have them inside our bodies." The redhead replied, putting away his vial. He added in his heart that the water tasted like summer.
Sharron had already drunk the water by accident, so she did not need to drink more.
"Not bad." Flora praised unwillingly, taking from the vial.
Maric just sighed and drank from his as well, having drunk worse. He had no problem drinking holy water, but a thought crossed his mind as the holy liquid went down his throat.
Could this be considered a form of Blasphemy?
With everyone getting a bit of sunshine inside them, Adryan took a short break to treat Maric's wound. It was a good cut, so he had to use three stitches to saturate it with some of his herbal mixture.
'Good thing I didn't decide to test if the health regeneration was active or down...' Relieved that he hadn't decided to do something so stupid, the redhead finished his treatment by placing a small gauze.
"You're a good boy, have a candy." Patting the werewolf's head slightly, Adryan pulled out one of the candies he had with him and handed it to an expressionless Maric.
The older man looked at the candy in his hands, not quite knowing how to react to being treated practically like a child by someone almost 10 years younger.
After a moment, he calmly unwrapped the candy and popped it into his mouth.
'Strawberry...' Deciding it was best to play along, he didn't think anything of it and just enjoyed the candy.
His eyes moved to his side where a gothic-dressed Sharron stood, those deep blue eyes looking sideways at him.
"HYAAA!"
A high-pitched scream was heard in the distance, and the group watched as the last zombie of the round came running towards them.
BANG!
The zombie's entire body pulverized into a bloody mist.
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