Chapter 316: Chapter 225: Like to Pretend, Huh?
“The duration of my extreme state should have about thirty seconds left, I can’t waste any more time here…”
A thought flashed through Chen Lun’s mind.
He knew that once he left his extreme state, his strength would be completely insufficient to combat the Red Rose Squad, and he would be in grave danger!
After all, he was just an ordinary Sequence Seven!
Whoosh!
Chen Lun blinked, appearing in front of the coffin, ready to take it away.
Just then, the Bone Carving Doll lying on the ground suddenly emitted a cracking sound, and then it climbed up by itself, its head turning around, and its pitch-black eyes once again fixed on Chen Lun.
“Screw you!”
Chen Lun retaliated with a slap, clanging the Bone Carving Doll away; mid-air, its head spun like a propeller, both eerie and comical.
The boy made of bones crashed into the wall, then fell to the ground, his limbs and head twisted in an unnatural pose.
The spell “Sensory Deprivation” it had cast on Chen Lun thus became ineffective, and Chen Lun regained his vision and hearing.
He turned to glance at the doll, fully aware that in some sense, it was Jerome’s weapon as well as material for an advancement ceremony.
But he had no interest in it…
Unless he killed Jerome first, this Bone Carving Doll could not be destroyed. It had already formed a deep connection with Jerome, so taking it away would only lead to being tracked down.
There was no need to carry a “time bomb” on him.
Luckily, without Jerome’s direct manipulation, the power that the doll could exert was minimal.
Chen Lun tried to place his hand on the coffin, preparing to store it inside the Blood Poem Ring so that he wouldn’t have to carry the coffin while escaping, which would be highly inconvenient.
The Blood Poem Ring flashed with a red light, and a vortex gradually appeared.
He was pleased.
“It’s possible…! Probably because Mr. Bales’s original body lacks a soul and is considered a dead object…”
But the next moment…
A warning light went off in Chen Lun’s mind, and his Spiritual Intuition was alerting him.
At the same time, a piercing scream reached his ears!
A Bone Spike, covered in ferocious patterns, flew swiftly toward Chen Lun’s hand placed on the coffin!
Whoosh—!
It moved incredibly fast, far faster than a bullet, almost as if it had blinked, reaching Chen Lun’s hand in the next second.
Ping!!
The Bone Spike struck the coffin lid and was blocked by a black light, emitting a crisp, ear-piercing sound, the reverberating shock lasting for a long time.
Chen Lun dodged to the side and slowly exhaled.
Good thing he had moved beforehand, or his hand would have been hit!
The power of this Bone Spike was tremendous, and Chen Lun did not know whether the Didak Armor, combined with Steel Bones’ defense, could withstand it.
He was not completely confident.
“Bales wants to take back this body? Haha…”
A deep, elderly voice came.
Chen Lun turned his head and saw an old man with white hair and beard standing at the warehouse door. He was dressed in a wide scarlet monk’s robe, holding the Bone Carving Doll in his hand, his face full of wrinkles and age spots, looking very much like a man at death’s door.
‘Bone Carving Monk Jerome…’
Chen Lun thought of the name internally, and his pressure surged.
‘This old undead has already advanced to Sequence Five! And with only 15 seconds left in the extreme state, what should I do?!’
The situation was very bad now!
“If Bales had come in person, there might have been a slight chance to reclaim the original body, but to send such a minor character…”
The old man’s calm gaze glanced at Chen Lun, then he shook his head slightly, appearing somewhat disappointed.
He did not seem to fear this “pale monster” at all; rather, he seemed to hope that Bales himself would come, apparently thinking it would allow him to capture and suppress Bales.
Even though Chen Lun had broken through the blockade of the Red Rose Squad and defeated Dr. Wozhuas along with two squad members…
In Jerome’s eyes, he was still just a minor character.
In this critical moment, Chen Lun did not panic; he was thinking coolly, his mind racing.
Suddenly, he figured out something and was enlightened.
‘There is a way… but I have only one chance!’
Suddenly, Chen Lun threw his cards; under the extreme state, the Magic “Card Throwing Knife” also increased its power.
Swish swish swish…!
Several cards spun rapidly toward Jerome.
Some of them were mixed with Supernatural Flame attached to “Palm Fireworks.”
Taking advantage of the moment he acted, Chen Lun quickly dropped a card at his feet secretly.
“Struggling in vain.”
Jerome’s old voice spoke again.
He raised the Bone Carving Doll, like a ventriloquist’s puppet in his hand.
Crack!
The porcelain-like boy opened his mouth, his pitch-black eyes devoid of any sparkle.
Whoosh whoosh—!
An icy blue cold wind blew out of its mouth, like a winter gale mixed with bone-chilling frost, furiously pouring into the warehouse.
The cards suddenly slowed against all logic, slowing more and more like rusty gears, gradually seizing up.
The cards were covered with frost, and eventually froze mid-air like insects in amber, not even falling due to gravity. Even the few that were aflame with Supernatural Flame did the same, not going out, but staying motionless.
The Supernatural Flame was condensed by the cold air!
“Hiss… huff…”
Dr. Wozhuas leaned against the corner of the wall, already severely injured and unable to get up. The supernatural cold air made him shiver uncontrollably.
He stiffened his neck and glanced at the dying nun on the ground, his eyes revealing a helpless compassion. The blood that had flowed from her had frozen into ice, turning the entire warehouse into what seemed like a cold storage room.
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Chen Lun faced the cold wind and silently dreaded the situation.
He could no longer sense the playing card he had thrown earlier, and the “Magic Mark” he had left on it was erased by the cold, preventing him from performing the “Magic” known as “Great Human Transformation.”
‘The first step of the plan is directly snuffed out, what a disaster!’ he thought, enduring the bone-chilling cold.
But he didn’t just wait to die.
Taking advantage of the less than ten seconds left in his extreme state, he vibrated his pale wings and, stomping his foot, he blinked to Jerome’s side with startling speed.
Whiz!
He blew a whistle, using the “Mermaid’s Song” hypnosis.
At the same time, his dark claws swung down fiercely at the old man!
But Jerome showed no response; he ignored both the hypnosis sound and the incoming claws, remaining motionless, not even lifting his eyelids.
Crack!
The Bone Carving Doll suddenly turned its head, blowing a frigid wind straight at Chen Lun.
Chen Lun had anticipated the hypnosis to be ineffective, knowing that his opponent was a “Sequence Five” powerhouse with Willpower probably above 25 points… But trying was no harm.
As the cold wind assaulted him at close range, he felt a chill throughout his body, and his mid-air claws moved slower and slower.
‘At most three seconds and I’ll be completely frozen!’ he thought internally.
‘But this distance should be enough…’
His hand with the dark claws was still inching closer to Jerome’s head, with difficulty and struggle, conveying a desperation to find a way to survive.
Meanwhile, his eyes glanced past Jerome to a barrel behind him.
“Cage Escape” magic!
At this moment, as Chen Lun was gradually being solidified by the supernatural cold, he met the conditions to perform this magic.
Swoosh.
His figure disappeared, and the Bone Carving Doll’s target became the barrel in the blink of an eye.
“Meaningless.”
Jerome, without turning his head, clearly sensed that the pale figure had moved to his rear.
‘Like to show off, eh?!!’ Chen Lun cursed internally as he was less than five meters away from Jerome, watching his back and the Bone Carving Doll turning its head towards him.
He moved his slightly stiff wrist and took out an item from the Blood Poem Ring, tossing it lightly.
He then performed the “Great Human Transformation” magic, switching places with the playing cards he had thrown near the coffin.
This time, Jerome’s expression finally changed.
“Damned guy!”
He grimaced, whirling around, using the Bone Carving Doll as a shield in front of him.
The object thrown by Chen Lun was a tiny bone shard.
“Cat God’s Spell”!
Boom!!
A column-like golden lightning appeared out of nowhere, striking down from the sky, its dazzling light illuminating the entire warehouse.
Crash!!!
A loud bang reverberated mutedly through the warehouse.
The golden light gathered and burst, turning into thousands of branches, spreading like golden boughs.
Jerome, struck directly in the chest by the golden thunder, let out a ghastly scream.
Dr. Wozhuas, curled up in the corner, shielded his eyes from the bright light and jerked upon hearing Jerome’s agonized scream.
What kind of damage could make the captain of the Red Rose Squad, a monk esteemed by Archbishop Lafa, suffer so terribly?
And who exactly was that unidentified enemy?
Dr. Wozhuas’s mind was in chaos; he couldn’t make sense of it.
As the golden lightning gradually faded, the warehouse fell silent once more.
The doctor slowly raised his head; when he looked at Monk Jerome, his already pale face turned even more bloodless, his eyes widened in shock.
Jerome was kneeling on the ground, his crimson robe tattered, revealing his gaunt, elderly body underneath. His body was covered in ragged wounds that did not bleed but were instead covered with golden patches.
The patches flickered, sometimes sprouting tiny golden branches the size of fingertips, sometimes disintegrating into light points and dissipating, endlessly, undying and immortal.
Next to the monk lay the Bone Carving Doll, its originally pristine, porcelain-like face cracked and covered in fissures, as if it would shatter upon touch.
It was this that had taken the brunt of the golden lightning’s power, otherwise, Jerome’s injuries would have been even more severe, or he might even have met his end.
Jerome struggled to lift his head, his gaze as icy as the farthest northern lands. Dr. Wozhuas shivered when swept by that gaze.
But in the old monk’s view, within the warehouse, both Chen Lun’s figure and the coffin had already vanished.
A huge hole gaped in the ceiling of the warehouse.
“Jack!!”
Jerome’s fingers clenched the ground like talons, his eyes reddening.
He growled from his throat, “You damned reptile, I will kill you myself!!”