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Leyton kept spinning the bone staff in his hand like a juggling stick, his gaze fixed on the three figures rapidly approaching.
Following closely behind was a pale-faced man with several indistinct dark spots on his face, like traces left by healed decaying wounds. His eyes held intense, unconcealed malice.
He looked more like a Zombie craving fresh flesh and blood than a human.
"Zombie Jason," Leyton murmured softly, hidden in the shadows, then turned his gaze to the figure furthest behind.
About ten meters behind Zombie Jason was a lean but robust man with very short, spiky hair.
The tips of his hands gleamed like metal, with black fingernails reflecting the scarlet moon coronet, looking like black daggers.
The distance between him and Maric and Jason in front of him was constantly widening.
"Werewolf," Leyton mused, recalling the Werewolf he had encountered in Feynapotter.
He gently rubbed the bone staff in his right hand, an unconcealed killing intent emanating from his gaze towards the Werewolf.
The distance between Maric and Jason remained within seven or eight meters, sometimes lengthening, sometimes shortening, repeating back and forth.
As Jason pursued Maric, the dark spots on his face gradually swelled and became transparent, as if decaying fluid was seeping out.
Wherever Maric and Jason passed, a layer of white frost condensed, freezing the surrounding soil inch by inch, and the surrounding weeds also decayed and rotted at a visible speed.
Whoosh!
A pale hand reached out from the frost-covered soil, accurately grabbing Jason's ankle.
Crack! Jason distorted his body as if in anticipation, kicking hard, directly severing the hand reaching out from the soil at the wrist.
The flesh at the break was already rotten, with white maggots wriggling out in a frenzy.
Having reached the ambush point, Maric finally stopped, pinching his lips with his hand and blowing a shrill whistle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zombies emerged from the surrounding soil one by one, and a cold wind swept through the area.
Countless transparent Wraiths, as if sensing the scent of a blood feast, swarmed towards Jason, constantly tearing and biting at his body.
"Hmph!" Jason also stopped, letting out a cold snort.
Shadows instantly flew backward from him, some screaming as they vanished, others becoming disoriented in place.
The next moment, Maric and Jason simultaneously raised their right hands, pointing their index fingers at each other.
Silently, the air between them exploded, with wisps of black gas churning upwards.
Jason made no other movements, but Maric took a step back, a few strands of his disheveled hair instantly withered and fell.
Jason's eyes, filled with unconcealed malice, stared intently at Maric, as if looking at a prey about to be caught, and he laughed in a contemptuous, hoarse voice:
"Maric, you're still so weak."
At this moment, Tyr, the Werewolf who had been left behind by Jason and Maric earlier, finally caught up.
"Don't rush to deal with Maric; wait for Sharron to rescue him. Lord Steve is about to arrive."
Tyr, the Werewolf, said in a low voice.
Leyton, sitting on the roof of a nearby warehouse, silently observing this scene, narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that this Werewolf seemed more rational than Zombie Jason.
"Are the Beyonders of the Rose School of Thought's Indulgence faction more insane the higher their Sequence?"
Leyton murmured softly, looking at the scene below.
Jason, who had been standing in front of Tyr, the Werewolf, suddenly distorted his head. His pale face was grim, and a figure vaguely appeared in his eyes.
That figure wore a black court gown, with light gold hair, delicate features, and bloodless skin, making her look like an exquisite doll.
Jason extended both hands and clasped Tyr, the Werewolf's throat.
Creak! The sound of bones struggling to bear the strain followed.
The next moment, Tyr's neck swelled, growing tough black fur, briefly resisting the force on his neck.
Taking advantage of the brief respite gained by his Werewolf transformation, Tyr reached into his pocket and broke a pre-set spiritual lock.
In an instant, the entire open space, along with the surrounding warehouses, was enveloped in a scarlet moon coronet.
The force on Tyr, the Werewolf's neck gradually lessened, and Sharron's figure slowly emerged from behind Jason.
Tyr's face showed a hint of smugness and cruel smile. He took out a dark red ornament from his pocket that continuously emitted a serene glow. The ornament was in the shape of a Round Moon, inlaid with numerous scarlet gems around its edges, with symbols of the Moon and mysterious patterns in the center.
It was like a miniature "Full Moon," a "Full Moon" filled with scarlet.
Sharron instinctively took a few steps back, her illusory and ethereal spiritual state constantly fading, then she fell to the ground, her black, intricate court gown stained with dust and mud from the ground.
Tyr held up the circular ornament that continuously radiated scarlet moon coronet, gasping for breath as he laughed in a hideous, hoarse voice:
"It's a pity your counterattack was already foreseen by Lord Steve, and Sharron, your primary target for possession and manipulation would definitely be Jason, who has a higher Sequence than me. Therefore, he gave the scarlet moon coronet to me."
"Guess where he is now?"
A bright but not dazzling light, like pure and holy dawn, scattered, also covering this area of warehouses and the open space enclosed in the middle.
The pure dawn and the scarlet moon coronet began to contend with each other, and the light became chaotic and intertwined.
Sharron stood up from the ground again, but she did not transform into a spiritual state.
Because although the surrounding scarlet moon coronet was somewhat suppressed by the dawn light, its influence was still present, and the dawn here also had a certain weakening and impact on her, especially when in a spiritual state.
"This, wasn't it said that I should only act after I find Wraith Steve? Did Al find that hidden Wraith? Or did he directly intervene in the battle because the plan changed?"
Klein, also hiding in the shadows, frowned, his heart constantly filled with anxiety; the previous plan was completely disrupted.
While Klein was still hesitating whether he should also act, the battle below became more intense.
The dawn light, contending for dominance with the scarlet moon coronet, condensed into chains in the air, beginning to restrain Tyr, the Werewolf and Zombie Jason.
Sharron took this opportunity to step back two paces, then somewhat laboriously raised her arms and removed the black glove from her right hand with her left.
The next moment, Sharron's palm erupted with an endless, illusory light, weaving into a bronze-colored Door in front of Sharron, covered with mysterious patterns and filled with indescribable meaning.
The Door swayed, creaked open, and a crack appeared!
Pairs of hands, some pale, some transparent, some covered in teeth, some bloody and skinless, stretched out from the crack, crossed the void, and grabbed Tyr, the Werewolf, who was holding up the scarlet moon coronet.
Countless indescribable eyes, densely packed, hid behind the bronze Door, silently watching the prey in front.
Tyr, the Werewolf, had not yet fully broken free from the chains condensed by the dawn light when he was grabbed by numerous arms. Slippery, illusory tentacles and bluish-black vines with baby faces began to entangle Tyr.
These bizarre things cried, shrieked, and desperately dragged Tyr, the Werewolf, behind the Door.
Tyr, the Werewolf, struggled to maintain a shred of his sanity, not wanting to drop the scarlet moon coronet he held high.
Maric, having previously taken a sedative, was not completely affected by the Full Moon effect brought by the scarlet moon coronet.
Taking advantage of the current opportunity, he immediately poured the last two sedatives into his mouth.
Layers of frost spread towards Sharron; Jason had already broken free from the chains' restraint.
He extended his right hand, thumb up, index finger aimed at Sharron.
Maric quickly pointed at Jason in the same posture. Silently, the air around Sharron exploded, and Sharron was pushed several meters away by the shockwave.
The dawn light weakened Maric and Jason's spells and also protected Sharron for a moment just now.
The next moment, several pure, intense rays of light successively struck Jason and Tyr, the Purification power directly penetrating their flesh and beginning to spread over their bodies.
On the roof of a nearby warehouse, a slowly rotating brass-colored ring floated behind Leyton, surrounded by many light yellow papers with strange patterns and symbols, drifting in the air.
The next moment, Leyton's figure instantly became transparent, as if turning into a statue composed of countless starlight.
The statue shattered, and brilliant starlight surged.
Maric quickly tackled Jason, his violent attacks constantly tearing Jason's body.
But the next moment, Maric's movements slowed, then stopped, his hands uncontrollably clasping his own neck, beginning to exert force.
The shadow beneath Maric suddenly came alive, flowing upwards like water, tightly entwining him, and his suicidal attempts were also restricted.
Brilliant starlight surged, appearing beside Tyr, the Werewolf, who was about to be dragged into the bronze Door. Bits of starlight began to regroup internally, and Leyton, holding the bone staff, emerged from within.
He raised his hand and gently wiped the blade-like end of the bone staff, and power originating from the Fallen surged out, condensing into an exceptionally sharp, arm-length blade.
Wraith Steve, possessing Maric, wanted to leave Maric's body to support Tyr; most importantly, he couldn't let the scarlet moon coronet be taken away.
A sacred, descending, pure, bright, and warm light directly enveloped Maric and Jason together.
The shadow entwining and covering Maric's body, at this moment, became a layer of protection.
Zombie Jason, who had not yet recovered from the continuous Purification strikes, emitted bursts of black smoke.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out. In the open space, far from the range of the holy light, a faint golden stream of light arrived in an instant, striking the seemingly empty ground.
Where the bullet struck, brilliant flames rose, quickly outlining a figure wearing a black tailcoat and a dark red cape.
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