The light on the sword in the lake flickered, as if responding to Joet Brown's words and bidding a silent farewell.
At the same time, the extraordinary armor on Arthur's body was shining at the same frequency.
Joet Brown's attack successfully disarmed Arthur's sharpest spear and shield.
The sword in the lake broke free from Arthur's hand, and the armor also turned into a stream of light, directly breaking through this temporarily constructed space and disappeared.
Perhaps a hundred years later, it will be waiting for a new owner in some mountain village or forest, but it will definitely not be an evil person like Arthur.
"No! Come back here!"
Arthur shouted like a girl who was frightened by a mouse running out of the street corner. He didn't like this feeling, the feeling of slowly losing control of things.
When the sword in the lake no longer responded to Arthur's call and even took the initiative to cut off all connections with Arthur, Arthur, whose true face was revealed, turned cold, and the gloom covering his face was like frost on the Arctic ice field.
"Very good, very good... All along, I just treated you as a new pet dog I bought, and I was reluctant to torment you, but you actually bit me back. It seems that I have to kill you."
Arthur looked at Joet Brown who was still half squatting on the ground and lowered his voice to intimidate Joet Brown who looked extremely weak.
Arthur knew that Joet Brown's mind was in a state of confusion.
What happens when a layer of the soul’s surface is scraped off
That's even like removing your top layer of skin, exposing all your fragile tender flesh to the air.
Jobtran's own consciousness was almost blurred, but he still maintained basic sanity and could hear clearly, but his body did not obey any instructions from his brain.
If Arthur were to stab Jobtran with his sword now, Jobtran would probably not even be able to roll over and would be covered in blood and die.
This is the worst situation.
DeMille and Bass, as allies, were the first to notice what was wrong with Joet Brown. While Arthur was still talking trash, DeMille winked at Bass, and the two immediately rushed towards Arthur from the left and right.
They had to buy time for Joet Brown to recover, because they both knew that Arthur's physical skills were far superior to theirs.
The battle between Joet Brown and Arthur just now has already shown this problem.
Both Demir and Bass have aggressive fighting styles and take a ferocious approach, but Arthur is proficient in techniques and has a speed that is difficult for the two to match.
What the two could do now was to attack Arthur crosswise as quickly as possible and lead Arthur away from Joet Brown.
If Arthur succeeded and killed Joet Brown, everyone present would die under Arthur's sword.
Although Arthur is proud and arrogant, he is not a fool.
He saw what DeMille and Bass were doing, and his first reaction was not to rush towards Joet Brown, but to attack them directly.
This was beyond the two's expectations, and they instinctively sensed the danger and chose to dodge.
The two men staggered to the left and right, but both stopped their movements and fled to a safe direction at the same time.
Demir even stomped hard on the ground to make a big hole before he stopped his body.
Bass deftly tapped the ground with the tip of his spear, and used the elasticity of the spear to bounce back to its original position.
They both knew that they couldn't give in at this time!
Among the contestants behind him, even if there were a few good ones who could last two or three rounds against Arthur, most of the contestants were far inferior to Arthur in level.
Those pitiful contestants are like the chickens and ducks in the slaughterhouse waiting for the butcher's knife to bleed them.
Arthur is the butcher without any humanity.
If the two of them gave way, the contestants behind them would probably all die within a few breaths. This is why the two of them tried to stop Arthur.
Arthur raised his mouth and said disdainfully,
"You two are not qualified!"
Demir cursed back, not wanting to be outdone.
"Grandpa, I am teaching you a lesson, you unworthy grandson, what are you talking about
Damn it!"
At the same time, Demir swung the pickaxe in his hand vigorously, straight towards Arthur's head.
If this hits, Arthur's head will turn into an exploding watermelon.
Bass didn't say anything. When he landed, he bent his knees, used his calves to exert force, held the shield in front of his body, and pushed it forward with force.
With the help of the shield's large area, this push can block most of Arthur's avoidance routes.
But Arthur's steps were like ghosts, like dead leaves falling in the autumn wind, and there was no way to tell where he would step next.
Facing the simultaneous attack from two top players, Arthur just silently swung his sword, accurately cutting off the connection between the pickaxe head and the handle, and then stepped hard on Bass's shield to leverage the force and leap into the air.
When he landed, he was already several meters behind the two of them.
When Demir saw the pickaxe being "beheaded", he showed a distressed expression, but the next second he threw the remaining handle towards Arthur's back without any care.
Bass reacted very quickly, pulling out the flintlock from his waist and firing three shots in succession, emptying the flintlock of all the pre-loaded bullets.
After doing all this, the two exchanged glances and went their separate ways.
Bass rushed towards the fleeing contestants. He still had a weapon in his hand, which could be of much greater use in the fight than Demir with his bare hands.
Demir ran towards Joet Brown without looking back.
Demir ran to Joet Brown's side, immediately put down his backpack, and quickly took out the protective array device that had been reactivated by Joet Brown.
After fiddling with it for a few times, a thin film of light appeared out of thin air beside the two of them.
"I hope this buys you some time, my friend.
Get some rest now, our survival depends on you."
Demir patted Joet Brown on the shoulder, then took out a spare knife from Joet Brown's backpack, held it in his hand, and rushed out.
Joet Brown looked at DeMille with gratitude. Just as DeMille said, all hope now rested on him.
The only thing to do is to move.
Only by taking action can we stop Arthur's massacre.
Arthur rushed to the crowd but did not swing his sword immediately. Instead, he drove away the extremely panicked people like a sheepdog.
This gave Bass enough time to get behind Arthur and deliver a thunderous strike.
The spear flew through the air as fast as lightning, but Arthur was more skilled.
He turned his wrist, and the sword in his hand was like his arm, blocking the edge of the spear.
"Tired of living?"
Arthur turned around, looked at Bass coldly, and licked his lips morbidly with his tongue.
Those eyes were like those of a poisonous snake, cold and terrifying. There was no humanity in them, only pure killing.
Arthur was clearly getting impatient.
He decided to get rid of Bass, the bug who kept getting in his way.
Arthur secretly slapped his waist with his free hand, and waves of black waves overflowed from his body. His astonishing momentum rose steadily with the emergence of the waves.
Where Arthur was a skilled fighter when he wore the armor before, he is now just a simple killing machine.
He no longer needed to use his strength to suppress the sword in the lake, so he could naturally release more and darker things.
All these things hidden in the heart, in the soul, and deep in the body were released without reservation at this moment.
Bass and DeMille have seen many mysterious creatures at Miskatonic University. Undoubtedly, they all carry an evil aura, but more than evil, they are filthy.
What Arthur has now is a darkness that is a level higher than filth.
That kind of darkness was so pure that even if Merlin were here, he would see that it was close to the origin of darkness.
When the battle-hardened Bass saw Arthur transformed into a ferocious beast, he suddenly felt like giving in and running away.
His hands, which had been as steady as machines, were no longer steady. The palms of his gloves were covered with cold sweat. Even his inner clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his cold armor.
But Bass knew he couldn't retreat.
If I retreat, the players behind me will surely die.
Bass resisted the fear in his heart and took a step forward.
He took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the worst.
Isn't the fate of a soldier to die in battle
In order to protect the weak behind him, Bass took a step forward.
But this small step, in Arthur's eyes, was a signal of provocation.
Arthur grabbed the ground with his free hand, and the blood that was previously stuck to the ground floated strangely into the air.
Drops of crystal blood floated in the air without any warning, just like the beautiful lights on Christmas Eve.
"despair."
A finger snap was heard.
The blood bead began to vibrate, and then exploded into a blood mist that condensed like haze.
A bloody mist drifted in Bass's direction, and the sweet smell of rust filled the air.
The blood mist was dispersing slowly, but soon it had covered half of the venue.
Faced with this inexplicable attack method, Bass moved as far as possible towards the open space where the blood mist had not drifted, while waving his spear and using the wind pressure of the spear to blow away the approaching blood mist.
After Arthur did this, he did not make any other moves. Instead, he looked at Bass's actions as if he were a dead man, which were meaningless to him.
"Where's the principal? Where is the principal?"
"Where's the referee? Help! I don't want to die!"
The contestants behind Bass cried and shouted bitterly. The top students who usually looked so arrogant were no different from ants when crushed by absolute power.
But Bass also wondered, where were all the big shots who were supposed to be preventing this from happening
Except for Arthur, the instigator, Jobtran and Madeline who had already left, no one present knew the answer to this question.
The only thing we know is that their death is not far away.
At this moment, a man rushed out from the blood mist with his hands crossed in front of his chest. It was Demir who had just left Joet Brown.
Demir inevitably inhaled a few breaths of blood mist as he ran across half of the stadium in the blood mist.
Demir, who had always claimed to be immune to toxins, actually felt unwell.
After he ran out of the blood mist, he shouted to the contestants who were at a loss in the face of the blood mist,
"Spells, you idiots!"
The contestants suddenly woke up from their dreams and used the spells they had learned.
Although the effect was not very good, it was large in quantity and actually blocked some of the advance of the blood mist.
DeMille's inspiration for this sentence naturally came from what Joet Brown said at the time.
Arthur saw that the blood mist had stopped advancing. He did not look unhappy, but laughed out loud.
“Look at you, look at you.
I am dying and I don’t know where to find a good place.”
Demir and Bass's faces changed when they heard this, and they looked behind them.
Arthur's previous expulsion was not a meaningless action, but rather forced everyone to the edge of the venue.
Other areas have been shrouded in blood mist. The current situation is like being caught in a jar with nowhere to escape!
"despair!"
Another snap of the fingers was heard, and the flesh balls transformed from the corpses of the student union members betrayed by Arthur began to wriggle.
Extending from the ball of flesh are tentacles with mouthparts, and those mouthparts are filled with extremely sharp teeth.
Those lipless mouthparts swallowed the blood mist as the tentacles waved, and the meatball seemed to be eating in this way.
“I would say this is not a good sign.
Please, Sleeping Beauty, wake up."
Demir, who has a more eccentric personality, still made a sarcastic remark in this environment, but only he knew that the blood mist was slowly affecting his body.
Talking dirty is just a way to distract from the pain in your chest.
Demir knocked on Bass's armor and said in a low voice,
"If I become that thing, give me a quick death."
Bass looked at Demir in surprise.
"you?!"
“There’s something in that blood mist, it’s not just any toxin.
If you have to fight in the blood mist, you'll be on your own."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ball of flesh deep in the blood mist had grown to twice its size.
The blood mist no longer seemed to be able to meet its growth needs, but its foraging instinct urged it to look for food.
For Rouqiu, the only food in this empty stadium is the densely packed players.
It used countless tentacles to beat the ground, moving its huge and heavy body.
Yes, the contestants’ spells can block the blood mist, but how can they stop this huge, physical monster
They could only maintain the spell to dispel the blood mist while watching the physically disgusting ball of flesh gradually approaching.
When they saw the true appearance of the meat ball, many of them couldn't resist the urge to vomit and vomited all over the floor.
The remains of those student union members were fused together by some dark magic driven by Arthur, or perhaps by some means they did not understand.
All the internal organs that were supposed to be inside the body were now exposed on the surface of the meat ball, like a large internal organ exhibition, except that these internal organs were still beating.
The uniforms that were originally supposed to be worn by individuals now became pieces of useless cloth, like flags waving in the hands of enthusiastic masses. The only difference is that what they were waving were red tentacles.
The mouthparts on the tentacles opened and closed repeatedly, and the sharp teeth made a teeth-grinding noise as they intertwined.
At the end of the tentacles are heads with distorted expressions. They hate everything, hate their own deaths, and hate the lives that are still alive.
The eyes on each head were constantly dripping black tears, but every time a teardrop fell to the ground it seemed to be corroded, and wisps of smoke rose up.
They said the same thing at the same time.
"It hurts so much."