Shirley fought the same way she always did.
Simple, rough, effective, with a sense of freedom and ease - amid the whistling of chains, all beings are equal.
The strange figure that jumped through the shadows didn't seem to realize that the "summoner girl" with the dark demon in front of him was actually a melee fighter. According to normal thinking, closing the distance and engaging in melee combat as soon as you see a spellcaster is definitely the right choice. However, after closing the distance, you suddenly find that the opposite spellcaster has taken out a meteor hammer, which is another matter. So the scene that Duncan had seen before was played out again:
The iron chain creaked, and Shirley smashed down, hitting the black shadow solidly on the spot. With a loud "bang", it flew backwards with almost a whistle!
With a loud bang, the figure was smashed directly into a nearby building where the fire was still burning, causing a cloud of smoke and sparks, and then there was no movement.
"Is it done?" The battle went so smoothly that even Shirley herself didn't react. She held Agou in one hand and looked into the distance, her face full of vigilance, "Why do I feel... "
Before she finished her words, Agou's exclamation suddenly rang out from the other end of the chain: "Be careful!"
Shirley's muscles tensed up immediately. The next second, she finally noticed that the shadow at her feet had become thicker than before. Then, a vague "whip" with an unclear outline shot out from the shadow!
The black whip came with a vicious sound of breaking the air as it headed straight for Shirley's neck. Shirley dodged forward at the critical moment but was still whipped under the arm, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
Ah Gou made a "tsk" sound, not caring about the pain at all. You slowly moved away, and then you saw that part of your shadow was left in place, and the strange, short and thin woman holding an umbrella quickly emerged from the shadow. You then saw clearly what the "whip" that hit you was - it was actually a "limb" extending from the other person's clothes!
This shadow seemed to be wrapped in a thick smoke, and the flesh and blood inside and outside were constantly rolling, as if in a state of constant decay and rebirth. It was both disgusting and creepy to watch.
Tan Hong only took one look at the tentacle-like limb and felt a wave of nausea rising from the bottom of her heart. The next moment, she heard a deep and vague mutter from the strange woman holding the umbrella, and the strange "limb" extending from the hem of her clothes once again turned into a long whip and pounced towards her face.
You subconsciously raised the chain in your hand, preparing to swing the spirit up again, but at that moment, a faint green flame suddenly appeared at the edge of your vision.
The moment the dim green flame appeared, you noticed that the short and thin figure opposite suddenly stopped moving, as if some kind of instinctive fear suddenly restrained my movement. The previous moment, the figure quickly moved forward, and thick white smoke was surging above the white umbrella, and there were continuous high and vague roars from it, and the green flames almost spread along the edge of the smoke. In the dim light of Duncan's fire, the white smoke on the small umbrella was reflected with a layer of bleak color.
Tan Hong subconsciously glanced in the direction where Tan Hong was. You saw that the other party was just standing there quietly, and the phantom-like flames were spreading out in seven directions with her as the center. Wherever the flames reached, whether it was the surrounding buildings or the sparks floating in the air, even the silhouettes of nearby buildings, they all began to be stained with a layer of dark green!
It was like some kind of spreading plague. Wherever this strange flame reached, everything was gradually infected!
Isn't that the power of that little guy? Or is it just the tip of the iceberg of my power?!
Agou was startled, but he didn't have time to think about it. The attacker who was advancing slowly was obviously suppressed and shocked by the spiritual fire in the surrounding environment. In line with the principle of holding back in a fight, Agou took advantage of his opponent's health and swung the chain in his hand again, using all his strength to smash the attacker under him!
A feedback feeling that was even stranger than the previous one came through the perception of the spirit. Agou felt as if he had hit a pool of rotten meat. You saw that the figure holding the white umbrella was actually smashed to pieces by himself, accompanied by a disgusting tearing sound. The white "inner shell" of this thing was torn into pieces, and several shaped pieces of meat wrapped in thick smoke fell out from the clothes, and then they ran around on the ground as if they had no will of their own, and continued to unite into larger pieces while running around.
Countless overlapping sharp cries came from inside each fragment!
It was an absolutely horrifying and bizarre scene—the charred, twisted limbs of the aliens were torn into pieces, wriggling, uniting, and fleeing in the streets that had not yet disappeared. The sharp cries that seemed to be able to pierce the sanity of mortals rose and fell one after another, and as these fragments disappeared, they became fewer and fewer, and more and more bizarre. In the end, it seemed as if the whole world was filled with "their" piercing and shrill screams!
For the first time since the fight began, Agou felt creepy. You tightly grasped the chain in your hand, but you knew how to use your usual "tactics" to deal with those still disintegrating, wriggling and screaming fragments. But soon, you noticed that those shattered fragments had no intention of continuing to fight - they were actually fleeing in unison.
While fleeing this was still breaking the spreading green flame.
Now they have not yet united into hundreds of thousands of fragments, but are wriggling and running under the street like a swarm of white insects, madly fleeing towards the street between the cracks of the green flames. Some of the fragments are "captured" by the distant Duncan Fire - just a single collision, or just a little spark, and the flames will immediately spread to them, burning them through in an instant!
But the burning was not a beginning, but merely an end - the fragments burned by Duncan's fire did not die, but suddenly turned around and ended chasing, attacking, and gnawing on the flesh and blood fragments that had not yet escaped from the fire and had not been touched by the green flames.
Everything happened very slowly, within almost half a minute, half of the scattered flesh and blood fragments fleeing on the street were burned and infected by Duncan's fire. These flesh and blood fragments eroded by the green flames preyed on their "compatriots" in the next second, and a faint green wall of fire closed at the end of the street, completely blocking all escape routes.
The fire scene seemed to have become a hunting ground. The thousands of fragments formed by the same white-clad attacker turned into a swarm of insects fighting to the death. The continuous screams finally stopped, and were replaced by even more horrifying sounds—
It was the sound of chewing that filled the entire street.
The attackers tried to disintegrate and escape, and now I have become a feast for myself.
Agou felt goose bumps all over his body, and he could feel that his spirit was also trembling. He was shivering slightly in the cold and gray streets, but in the last second, he felt a cool hand pressing on his shoulder.
"Don't be afraid," Shirley reassured Tan Hong, "Insects are most afraid of fire."
Agou's shoulders trembled, and an extremely strange feeling arose in his heart. The sense of security of being cared for and comforted by a faint existence and the creepy feeling of being stared at by an indescribable thing were mixed together at the same time. You bravely raised your head to look at Shirley next to you, but saw that she was frowning.
"It's really disgusting," Tan Hong said to Agou from the bottom of her heart, looking at the "swarm of insects" that were preying on each other, "You didn't expect it to turn out like that."
Who would believe it
"Indeed...indeed..." Ah Gou said timidly that he believed it. Whatever Xiao Lao said was not true, "It's a bit disgusting..."
"Fortunately it started slowly." Shirley said in a slightly relaxed tone.
Slow down.
The sounds of flames spreading and predators eating under the street were gradually dying down. Both the predators and the prey had finally run out of vitality and turned into piles of ashes that drifted in the wind. The strange attackers just disappeared, and the seven spreading Duncan fires also gradually converged and disappeared.
It was only then that Ah Gou finally swallowed his saliva. He looked at the small piles of scattered ashes and asked timidly: "How many years have passed?"
Shirley shook her head: "...definitely."
Agou looked at Shirley in surprise and confusion, but saw that she was walking backwards, and the first piece of debris from the attacker came out from the ashes in the distance. It was a shaped, hateful piece of flesh and blood that was wriggling unsteadily. It seemed to want to escape, but stopped after just a few steps.
Shirley stopped behind the fragment, bent down, and a green flame danced between her fingers.
"You have heard many horror stories, and those stories tell you one thing," Shirley said quickly. I explained to Agou, "He must have suddenly discovered that his enemies have the ability to unite, so he'd better assume that the first enemy he encounters is just a unit - always assume that there is no real body hidden in front of the unit, for the crappy authors to write sequels."
I pointed my fingertips and lit the green flame on the surface of the first fragment.
"You are too many sequels, and even more so, you have a mysterious real body hiding in front of the scenes, waiting until the protagonists are inattentive before jumping out and stabbing people."
The green flame burned fiercely, and the dirty fragment suddenly trembled. Then, many structures like insect legs grew at its bottom, supporting it to stand up shakily.
Shirley quickly stood up and stared quietly at the remaining fragments of the attacker.
"Go home and take your gifts."