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"WTF? This… this is a mummy?!"
Previously, with Logan Howlett's timely reminder, Frank had fled the area far before the sand pit appeared.
So now he had ample time to pull out his weapons and deal with these sudden mummies.
"Die for me…"
The hot-tempered Logan Howlett let out a roar, his sharp Adamantium Claws extended from his fists, and he charged towards the two mummies that were rushing at him.
Swish, swish, swish—
Cold light flickered.
The bodies of the two mummies immediately scattered into pieces on the ground.
But before Logan Howlett could rush towards the other mummies, the limbs that had just scattered on the ground recombined, pulled by the decayed bandages that had come alive like spiritual snakes.
In the blink of an eye, they were restored to their original state.
Not even a trace of where they had been severed remained.
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a???
What the heck?
No, could it be that I can't even kill a mummy now?
Logan Howlett, somewhat disbelieving, once again wielded his claws and chopped the two mummies into pieces…
However, the next second, the bizarre scene from before played out again.
Although these mummies' combat power was incredibly weak.
But the seemingly decayed bandages wrapped around them seemed to contain some kind of magical power, "resurrecting" the destroyed mummies again and again.
Logan Howlett's face almost turned green with anger at the sight.
Alright, alright, close combat is worse than a dog? You're really not giving me any face, are you?
Bang, bang, bang—
At this moment, Frank, who was slightly behind, continuously pulled the trigger, and several bullets imbued with holy psionic energy directly blew up all the mummies rushing towards him and Logan Howlett.
Even if some mummies managed to survive the explosion with some 殘肢斷臂 (mangled limbs and broken arms).
But they would immediately be incinerated into ashes by a holy psionic flame.
In the face of the Emperor's blessed power, those decayed bandages, imbued with the power of curses that allowed the mummies to "resurrect infinitely," would ultimately only turn to dust!
"Logan, what exactly is going on…"
Frank held his twin pistols, unhurriedly shooting down the endless stream of mummies crawling out of the quicksand, while asking somewhat confusedly, "What did you discover just now?!"
No, does it have to be this exaggerated?
Logan Howlett first looked at his sharp claws, then at the twin pistols in Frank's hands that were constantly spitting fire, and finally at the mummies opposite that had just crawled out of the sand pit, were hit by bullets, and then directly burned into ashes, his facial expression almost losing control.
Damn it, isn't this a bit too much bullying?
Yes, I'm old, but I'm not so old that I can't even play in a low-end game like this, right?
Is it true that the old era belonging to us old guys has ended, and there's no ship to carry us in the new era?
Also… hey, Frank, do your guns have infinite bullets?!
Logan Howlett's brows were filled with deep resentment, and he glanced bitterly in a certain direction, saying:
"Actually, when the two of us first arrived here, I already smelled the special scent emanating from that 'demigod.'"
"The other party seemed to be monitoring every move here, and in order not to alert her prematurely, I didn't remind you immediately… I just didn't expect her to have this trick up her sleeve!"
"Demigod? Are you talking about… Razan, whom Sister Grady mentioned earlier?" Frank asked with some surprise.
"Exactly."
Logan Howlett nodded heavily, then pointed his claws at the top of a distant building completely shrouded in darkness, complaining:
"However, that guy doesn't seem to want to make a move personally, but has been cowering there and not coming over… She must be very confident in these mummies she summoned, right?"
In fact, if Frank, this "Old K, Big E Double Champion Chosen One," wasn't present.
Even if Logan Howlett had now recovered to his youthful state.
When facing these mummies with "infinite resurrection" abilities, the only outcome would be to flee in disarray.
After all, in his early years, Logan Howlett had often disgusted many enemies by relying on his powerful self-healing ability when fighting powerful foes.
How does that saying go—a toad jumping on your foot, it doesn't bite, but it annoys you!!
No matter who it is, encountering someone like this who can't be killed no matter how much you fight them, their facial expression will inevitably lose control… Of course, that includes Logan Howlett himself.
However, unfortunately, Frank, this "cheater," was present.
So those mummies could only all become useless cannon fodder.
"She shouldn't just be here to kill Sister Grady; she probably also wants to snatch back this special silver bullet made from a silver coin from us!"
Frank keenly grasped the enemy's true intention, but just as he was about to say something more, the sand pit opposite suddenly stopped spewing out mummies, and instead, a large swarm of black scarabs erupted from underground.
The scene was as spectacular and terrifying as a black fountain!
And these adult-hand-sized scarabs, after landing, immediately converged into a black ocean, sweeping towards the location of Frank and Logan Howlett.
Their speed was dozens of times faster than the mummies.
Whoosh—
Seeing this, Frank swept his arms down, holstering his twin pistols, and as he raised them again, he had already drawn his beloved BUSSE M combat machete from the scabbard at his waist.
As the blade left the sheath, it immediately burst into holy psionic flames.
The surrounding chilly air immediately became scorching hot.
Swish—
Whoosh—
Frank swung his blade through the air at the swarm of insects that was already surging towards him.
The holy psionic flames immediately incinerated all the undead creatures born of curses within two meters in front of Frank, leaving nothing.
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a???
No, brother, isn't this too outrageous? Does the fire on your knife change color?
Logan Howlett was completely numb now.
It was clearly red before, wasn't it?
Frank's continuous display of miraculous combat methods directly refreshed his perception and plunged him into a self-doubt of "not keeping up with the times."
Alright, alright, you also want to dance… Oh no, I'll call you the Special Effects Combat Master!!
Frank seemed to notice the unusual change in Logan Howlett's expression and immediately gave him an encouraging look.
"You want to learn, huh… Didn't I tell you? You just need to pledge absolute loyalty to Boss, and you can also possess such power!!"
"…"
For the first time, Logan Howlett's heart wavered.
Just by pledging absolute loyalty to that young man in power, he could gain this extraordinary power that could restrain… no, it should be said, absolutely suppress mysterious creatures?
This sounded like a sure-win deal?
But would things really be as simple as Frank said?
However.
Before Logan Howlett could think too much, he heard an exasperated curse from Frank beside him.
"Fu*k? This thing seems endless…"
Logan Howlett immediately looked in the direction of the sound, only to see that with each swing of Frank's "fire knife," the swarm of insects surging in front of them would be instantly cleared.
But the next second, the swarm behind them rushed forward fearlessly, one after another, surging towards the two of them again.
Can't kill them all, simply can't kill them all!!
The two could only resist the surging swarm of insects in front of them while constantly retreating, looking for a way to escape the pursuit of these black scarabs.
"Damn it, Frank, we're surrounded!!"
The two hadn't retreated more than a few meters when Logan Howlett stopped first, because he found that the street opposite was, at some point, already covered by black scarabs that had quietly outflanked them from both sides.
The dense swarm of insects was constantly encircling their position in an organized and disciplined manner.
Clearly, these scarabs were under the command of Razan, the Shadow Jackal, who had not yet appeared from a distance, which allowed them to act in such a human-like manner.
She must have seen that the mummies were ineffective against the two of them, which is why she switched to this type of undead creature, comparable to a "black disaster"!
"Damn it, are we going to die here today?"
Logan Howlett was somewhat unsure if his self-healing ability would still function normally when facing this type of mystical attack.
He also wondered if the Hyperspace Group would kick Charles out of the hospital if the mission couldn't be completed successfully.
Alas, it seems I still cannot escape this ominous fate in my later years…
"Logan, don't worry, Boss will definitely not abandon us!!"
Unlike the negativity and dejection on Logan Howlett's face, Frank, seeing himself in a desperate situation, instead showed a relaxed expression.
This scene left Logan Howlett completely bewildered.
No, little brother, although I don't object to personal worship.
But you should at least pick your moments, right?
We're both already at death's door, why are you still so stubborn?
No matter how powerful Mr. Karl Merks is, haven't you heard the saying "the whip is too short to reach"?
Maybe by the time he arrives here afterwards, the grass on our graves will have already grown!
But my situation should be a little better than yours.
If those bugs can't gnaw through the Adamantium skeleton in my body, given enough time, maybe I can still resurrect!
But you…
Just as Logan Howlett was thinking of persuading Frank a few words before he died, a portal formed by burning sparks suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them.
Immediately after, Karl, dressed in a grey checkered suit, tall and straight, with a dignified demeanor, walked out of the portal, holding Wanda's soft, boneless white hand.
Σ(°△°|||)︴
Logan Howlett nervously swallowed, he never expected that Karl would actually appear at such a moment, and in such a miraculous way.
Such a boss is simply too… too amazing?!
At this moment, Frank, standing beside him, suddenly nudged him lightly with his elbow.
When he turned to look, he saw the other party proudly raising his chin towards Karl, as if to say: See? I told you so, didn't I?
Logan Howlett nodded with a somewhat complex expression, silently responding: Alright, I have to admit, you were right, that man… no, Boss is indeed very capable!
Unconsciously, this weathered old man, for the first time, felt a sense of identity and belonging to an organization other than Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
He also saw in Karl the demeanor and courage of Professor X, who had once been dedicated to saving the Mutants from their existential crisis…
Of course, what this young man did was clearly much better than Professor X!
At least Karl was not as weak as Professor X when dealing with official bodies and other forces… No, he was extremely tough.
And this strong stance undoubtedly suited Logan Howlett's taste.
Snap—
Karl looked at the swarming insects surging like a black tide around them, raised his hand, and lightly snapped his fingers.
The next second, a powerful energy wave, like a stone dropped into a calm lake, created visible ripple-like patterns in the air, crushing the swarms of insects in all directions.
Logan Howlett: Σ(°△°|||)︴, Alright, alright, you all play with special effects, right?!
Boom, boom, boom—
Puff, puff, puff—
The black scarabs surging from all directions immediately exploded into black smoky substances, then disappeared.
However, in the distant sand pit, large swarms of insects were still continuously gushing out.
"No soul fragments harvested, which means these black scarabs are all purely magical creatures?"
Karl turned his head to look at the top of a distant building completely shrouded in darkness.
That was precisely where Logan Howlett had previously pointed out Razan, the Shadow Jackal, was hiding.
He used his Mind Perception ability to easily pinpoint her location.
But just as he was about to invade Razan's brain to check for any useful information, he was blocked by a mysterious force originating from her bloodline.
"Oh, so even a demigod's mind is protected by that kind of power?"
Karl's face immediately showed a look of intrigued inquiry.
He was naturally not unfamiliar with this mysterious power.
Because he had felt extremely similar powers on Odin and Thor before.
Although Karl had always been unable to fully exert the full power of the mind stone due to the limitations of his human physique.
But this situation has been somewhat alleviated and improved since he obtained the Reality Stone.
After all, the superposition of two powers is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two… but a geometric increase!
Under normal circumstances, with the intensity of his current mental power, invading a "demigod's" brain should still be more than enough.
The reason for the current situation is very likely related to one of his previous conjectures.
That is, "gods" like Odin and Thor, in addition to their own powerful mental strength, are very likely also protected and blessed by their respective Heavenly Palaces.
Because Karl had secretly conducted tests during the Greenwich battle.
Aside from Odin and Thor, the two "orthodox gods," none of the others, whether the so-called Heavenly Palace Warriors or the brave and skilled Asgardian warriors, had exhibited this situation!!