Seeing You Annoys Me, So I'll Graze You
Amidst the firelight, the extraordinary individual, disguised as a member of the gang and blending into the group, landed steadily on the ground and looked up to scan the crowd.
He found Ciel in the crowd, looked Ciel straight in the eye, and slowly said, "You took what didn't belong to you."
Hand it over honestly.
Ciel stared nervously at his opponent, then turned to look at Luther, seemingly assessing the strength of both sides.
After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said to Luther, "Mr. Anderson, this man is extremely agile and has strange abilities, like a Magician. He can set things on fire and suddenly disappear..."
"Bang!"
Seeing Ciel's attitude, the member disguised as a gangster suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture as if he were holding a gun.
The invisible bullet Shriek through the room, heading straight for Ciel's head.
"Smack!"
Luther kicked Ciel aside, sending the Air Bullet piercing the furniture behind him. The wooden planks were instantly dented, splintering wood chips and creating a loud bang. Just looking at its power, it was comparable to a regular rifle bullet!
This person is indeed very capable and decisive. Upon realizing he couldn't extract information, he immediately killed to silence the witnesses, denying the other party any chance to obtain information.
This guy's so arrogant, does he completely disregard Luther?
Seeing that the bullet missed, the man crossed his arms and shook his hand.
"Swish swish!"
The paper slips flew swiftly between his fingers, then he caught them. He pulled his arm back, gathering strength like drawing a bow, and flung it towards the other side!
"Call out!"
The once soft strip of paper now hardened like steel, slicing through the air and aiming straight for the vital organs of everyone present. "Boom!"
A wall of blazing fire rose from the floor in front of Luther, blocking the "paper strip knife". After all, no matter how strong the paper strip is, it is still paper at its core. When it encounters a high-temperature flame, it immediately burns and turns into ashes.
The dazzling firelight illuminated the room, and the intense heat scorched everyone's faces. Only then did Ciel finally react, leading his men to hide at the back. They couldn't get involved in the battle between extraordinary beings, so they tried their best not to cause Luther any trouble.
The wall of fire quickly subsided after its brilliant burst of flames, and the scattered sparks reflected on Luther's handsome yet cold face, creating an unusual aesthetic.
"Friend, this is none of your business, don't interfere."
Seeing Luther's repeated interventions, the extraordinary individual disguised as a gangster stopped trying to attack Ciel and instead spoke warily to Luther.
Who are you?
Luther asked.
The other person didn't answer, but just looked at Luther, seemingly deep in thought.
He sized up Luther, and Luther was also scrutinizing him.
This guy is a bit tough to deal with.
Paper Figurine Substitute, Air Pistol, and Flaming Jump... these methods are exactly the same as those used by the soul that Ms. M once Grazing. They are mysterious and unpredictable, making it difficult to grasp the true form and very easy to miss the target.
Simply put, they are very difficult to catch and kill.
Luther was inexplicably annoyed.
It's all his fault; he made me think of that damn woman again...
I don't like him, so Grazing!
Judging from his swift and decisive killing, this guy is definitely not a good person; he wouldn't have any psychological issues killing the Grazing.
Luther had made up his mind: he would catch this guy today and make him the first Lamb he would personally Grazing!
Because of the "Flaming Jump," the gas lamp on the wall has been destroyed, making that area very dark.
Luther noticed that Cecilia had somehow slipped into the shadows and was silently approaching him.
The dagger in her hand gleamed faintly.
"If I don't take care of this, what kind of compensation will you give me?"
Luther spoke up, trying to get the other person's attention, "You have to offer something in return to get people to listen to you, right?"
"We are subordinates of a distinguished gentleman..."
The other party hesitated for a moment, seemingly persuaded by Luther, and then explained, "Pfft!"
A dagger pierced his chest, penetrating his heart. Turning around, he saw a black-haired, blue-eyed girl silently appear behind him.
Unfortunately, this precise assassination attempt still failed. The opponent's body quickly shattered into pieces, and the real body reappeared on the other side of the room.
That is, in front of Luther.
Luther attempted to ambush him, and he also took the opportunity to ambush Luther!
"Bang!"
In an instant, he was close to Luther, and before Luther could react, he pointed his finger at Luther's chest and fired!
Smack!
The powerful impact slammed into Luther's chest, with the force of a newest Steam rifle, leaving a huge, through—the -Luther chest wound through which he could even see the opposite wall.
"Mr. Anderson!"
"Ciel cried out in terror."
This is terrible! Anderson seemed so capable, even able to Arson, yet he was shot and killed by this mysterious guy!
A sense of fear welled up inside him, because judging from the actions just now, this guy disguised as his subordinate was already planning to kill him!
If I confess honestly now, can you spare my life?
Seeing the large hole in Luther's chest, the extraordinary individual naturally assumed he had successfully killed Luther and was about to turn around to deal with the Low Sequence black-haired girl.
But before he could turn around, he heard the person in front of him, who had suffered a fatal injury, speak.
"You're such a jerk, you're reminding me of that woman again."
How come he's not dead?
"Bang! Bang!"
He fired repeatedly, the powerful impact reverberating in Luther's heart, inflicting numerous terrible wounds. Yet he remained standing firm, refusing to fall.
Impossible!
Fear began to creep into his heart, and he moved his finger up, aiming it at Luther's head.
"Boom!"
Before he could fire, flames instantly engulfed his body, ultimately turning it into ashes scattered like paper figures.
The next second, he appeared in the doorway, glancing at Luther, whose chest wound was already healing.
A look of surprise crossed his face, and then he turned and ran without hesitation.
Don't run away! If you run away, where will I find my Lamb?
"Stop."
Luther spoke softly.
Filth, terrifying, and indescribable sound suddenly rang out, and everyone present felt their heads buzz, as if they had been struck in the brain with a hammer.
"Ah!"
The extraordinary one who was targeted fared even worse; he cried out in pain, clutching his head, blood streaming from his nostrils and ears.
Language of Foulness is a direct attack on the mind!
He knelt down several steps, seemingly regaining a little Consciousness, and with a "bang," he turned into flames and disappeared.
They ran away?
Ciel Eryi thought uneasily.
This guy is so troublesome. If he gets away and keeps coming to ambush us, what will we do?
At that moment, he saw Luther walk to the porch and pick up a few drops of blood that had dripped from the other man's body. His sister, standing nearby, thoughtfully handed him a dagger.
Luther is going to Curse that runaway guy with blood!
Under the fearful gaze of the crowd, Luther swiftly slashed his arm with the dagger, muttering frantically Distortion prayers under his breath. Soon, a simple blood magic circle was formed on his skin.
Having ascended to Sequence 5, Luther no longer needs to prepare such complex Ritual and can quickly perform Curse. In other words, High Sequence Secrets Suppliant can significantly simplify Ritual procedures.
After the magic circle was completed, he dripped a drop of blood onto it. A faint Red Light then shone, carrying a heavy and terrifying atmosphere.
No one dared to speak, only watching Luther mutter softly in a frenzied and malicious voice. An invisible, Distortion power was accumulating, and Flesh writhed in the red light, reconnecting with its detached body.
At this point, only a dozen seconds had passed since the person used "Flaming Jump" to escape!
Praise the Lord!
Luther shouted, raised his right hand, and plunged the dagger straight through his own arm!
"Aaaaaaah!"
Not far from outside the house, a bloodcurdling scream immediately erupted. The desperate cry seemed to come from a soul torn apart.