How Do You Like My Voice?
"Thump thump thump!"
Klein is running.
After fully absorbing the "Clown" Potion, his physical abilities improved, and his running speed increased significantly. Luther used the Flaming Jump to the other side of the corner, and in a few seconds, he arrived just in time.
A strong smell of sulfur and blood assaulted his nostrils. He saw a murder scene littered with corpses and a huge, terrifying "Devil Dog." It exuded a horrifying malice, its eyes glowing Red Light like molten lava.
Opposite it, Luther was covering his ears, his face contorted in pain, as if he were being tortured by invisible sounds.
The giant Devil Dog saw its chance. It spread its bat-like wings, pushed off the ground with its feet, and crouched down, about to pounce on Luther.
Luther isn't doing well, I need to help him!
Bang bang bang!
Klein fired, the bullet from Revolver striking the black dog's forehead and body. Instantly, black fur and blood splattered. However, the giant dog's body was too enormous, and the attack did not cause any real damage, only serving to disrupt its movement.
"He!"
The black dog opened its blood- and flesh-stained mouth menacingly, threatening Klein as if warning him not to get in its way.
Klein suddenly jumped back; in that instant, he seemed to have seen a vision of the future.
"Boom!"
Sure enough, his Spiritual Intuition saved Klein. A fireball, crimson tinged with blue, exploded where he had been standing, sending waves of heat scorching him!
The strong smell of sulfur then spread, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Poisonous!
Klein quickly held his breath and retreated again.
On the other side, the Devil giant dog saw Klein dodge but did not pursue him. Instead, it turned and lunged at Luther again. It seemed it was going to take advantage of Luther's loss of control to launch an attack.
"Call out!"
Several tarot cards sliced through the air and embedded themselves in its body. It was Klein, who had narrowly escaped being hit by the flames, who launched another attack on the Devil giant hound.
"Ho ho!"
The giant dog was enraged, annoyed by the constant harassment. It suddenly turned around and drove its massive body straight towards Klein!
"Whew! Although the giant hound looked enormous, it was incredibly fast. One moment it was aimed at Klein, and the next, Klein's entire field of vision was filled with the beast's black fur and enormous jaws!"
Wow, so fast!
Klein felt his scalp tingle and instinctively pushed off the ground with both feet to dodge to the side.
A tremendous force grazed his body, like a high-speed train passing close by. Klein was jolted by the impact.
It changed direction mid-air and crashed to the ground.
"Click!"
A crisp cracking sound followed as his arm slammed into the wall at a dangerous angle, breaking the bone.
Damn it!
Klein rolled on the ground, then got up and clutched his arm in pain.
The asymmetrical physical strength and power of Sequence 8 against Sequence 6 meant he could only last one round!
I wish I were Magician now...
Klein watched as the enormous Devil hound deftly arched its body, leaped lightly, and nimbly turned around in the narrow alley, facing him again. It saw Klein's injured state, and a cruel smile seemed to flash in its fiery red eyes.
Just then, Luther, who had been covering his ears, moved.
He then raised his hands and, without hesitation, poked his fingers into his ears.
"Puff!"
He punctured his own eardrum!
With blood flowing from his ruptured ear canal, Luther's pain eased slightly, and he straightened up.
Damn it, what is that True Creator yelling about...?
Luther cursed inwardly.
The attack of the voice was too sudden; he was completely unprepared, and the Tide in his mind didn't even have time to be summoned before it was impacted.
Fortunately, the sound weakened slightly after his eardrums were punctured, which relieved him somewhat, allowing him to successfully summon the Tide and block out the voice of the True Creator.
Before this, although the True Creator had spoken out continuously, it had never been as strong and clear as it is today.
After the sound of the Tide completely blocked out the Corrosion of language, Luther looked up at the enormous, Devil Transformation black dog.
You were trying to ambush me just now, weren't you?
The Devil Dog, which was attacking Klein, suddenly sensed Luther's intense malice. It abruptly stopped, then ignored Klein and immediately turned and fled straight out of the alley!
Originally, it was at the deepest part of the alley, Luther in the middle, and Klein on the outside. Because of the pounce just now, it had crossed the alley and reached the outermost edge. In just a few steps, it could run onto the wide street, where there was more space and it was more suitable for it to move around.
"Boom!"
Just then, a ball of fire suddenly expanded from the crimson and blue flames that were wrapped around the Devil Dog.
The flame originally came from the Devil Dog itself, a symbol of its "Devil Transformation," but at this moment, after the flame exploded, Luther's figure suddenly jumped out from it!
"Puff!"
He mounted the Devil hound's thick, furry back, and before it could react, he raised his right hand, using it like a knife, and plunged it into its thick back muscles!
"!"
The Devil giant hound let out a pitiful scream, its wound rapidly festering as if Corrosion by an invisible force. It struggled frantically, twisting, leaping, and rolling, managing to shake Luther off its back. Even so, a gruesome, bright red wound remained on its back, a truly terrifying sight!
"He... he!!"
The giant dog's magma-like, fiery eyes were fixed on Luther, revealing intense hatred and murderous intent. It stopped running away and instead stared at Luther, pacing back and forth.
In the darkness, its eyes shone even brighter, like burning magma.
It opened its mouth, filling the air with a foul stench, and uttered a word brimming with Filth, a word from the language of Devil:
"Die!"
The sound reverberated through the alley, and Luther, who had just landed and hadn't even regained his footing, shuddered and clutched his heart.
After a moment, he casually released his grip, looked at the other person, and slowly spoke as well:
"Go to hell!"
Words of Ancient Hermes, brimming with blasphemy and uttering with extreme madness, emanated from his mouth.
"Cry!"
With a muffled howl, the enormous Devil hound shook its head, blood trickling down its ears and nose.
You dare compare your "Language of Foulness" with mine? Do you think I survived by listening to someone's ghostly screams every day?
Luther sneered and drew the "Lucky Roulette" from its holster. The flames on the Devil Hound illuminated the alley, and the silver-white barrel of the "Lucky Roulette" reflected the light in the firelight.
Was encountering the Devil giant dog today a stroke of Luck or misfortune?
Luther didn't bother to think. Taking advantage of the giant dog's lack of recovery from the Filthy Words, he directly opened the magazine, then took out an iron box full of extraordinary bullets from his pocket, opened it, and pulled out three "Sun Bullet" and three "Powerful Bullet".
I used it as soon as I bought it, it's great.