Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 135 Feast in Fire
Shirley fought the way she always did.

Simple, rough, and effective, with a sense of freedom and ease—amidst the whistling of iron chains, all beings are equal.

The weird figure jumping over from the shadows seemed not to have thought that the "summoner girl" with the ghostly demon in front of her was actually a melee combat-according to the normal way of thinking, the first time she saw a spellcasting class, she would get closer and start a hand-to-hand fight. It is the most correct choice, but it is another matter to suddenly find that the spellcaster on the opposite side has taken out a meteor hammer after getting closer, so the scene Duncan once saw was staged again:
The iron chain creaked, Shirley fell down with a dog, and the black shadow was hit firmly on the spot, making a loud "bang", and almost flew out backwards with a whistling sound!
With a "boom", the figure was directly smashed into a nearby building that was still burning, bringing up a cloud of smoke and sparks, and then there was no movement.

"That's it?" The battle went so smoothly that even Shirley didn't realize it. She held Agou in one hand while looking into the distance, her face full of alertness, "Why do I feel like..."

Before she finished speaking, Ah Gou's exclamation suddenly sounded from the other end of the iron chain: "Be careful!"

Shirley's muscles tensed all of a sudden, and in the next second, she finally noticed that the shadow around her feet had become a little thicker than before. Immediately afterwards, a blurred "whip" whose outline could not be seen emerged from the shadow. The shot is coming!

The long black whip came straight towards Xueli's neck with a vicious sound of cracking the air. The latter dodged back at the critical moment, but was still whipped on her arm, and blood spattered all over the place.

Shirley let out a "tsk", but she didn't care about the pain. She backed away quickly, only to see that part of her own shadow was left in place, while the weird tall and thin man with the umbrella came from behind. The shadow quickly emerged, and she also saw clearly what the "long whip" that hit her was at this time - it turned out to be a "limb" extending from the hem of the opponent's clothes!
The shadow seemed to be wrapped in a thick smoke, and there were squirming and deformed flesh and blood inside it, which seemed to be in a state of decay and rebirth all the time, which looked disgusting and creepy.

Shirley just glanced at the tentacled limbs, and felt a surge of nausea from the bottom of her heart, and the next moment, she heard a low and vague grunt from the weird man holding the umbrella, and the hem of his clothes stretched out. The strange "limb" turned into a long whip again and rushed towards his face.

She subconsciously lifted the chain in her hand, and was about to swing Agou up again, but at this moment, a dark green flame suddenly appeared at the edge of her vision.

The moment this dark green flame appeared, she noticed that the tall and thin figure on the opposite side suddenly froze, as if some kind of instinctive fear suddenly stopped his movement, and the next moment, the figure quickly moved back In the past, thick black smoke billowed under the big black umbrella, and there were continuous low and vague roars from within, while the green flame stream spread out almost rubbing against the edge of the cloud of smoke. In the light, the black smoke under the big umbrella was reflected in a bleak color.

Shirley subconsciously glanced at Duncan's direction, and she saw that he was just standing there quietly, but the phantom-like flames continued to spread around him, wherever the flames went, no matter the surrounding area The buildings are still sparks floating in the air, and even the silhouettes of the buildings in the distance are gradually becoming green!
It's like some kind of spreading plague, wherever the strange flame goes, everything is being gradually infected!

This is the power of this big man?Or is it just the tip of the iceberg of his power? !

Suspicion arose in Xue Li's heart, but she didn't have time to think about it. The attacker who was retreating quickly was obviously suppressed and intimidated by the spiritual fire in the surrounding environment. Based on the principle of not keeping hands in a fight, Xue Li took advantage of the weakness of the opponent to swing again. Pick up the chain in your hand, and use all your strength to smash the dog on the assailant!
Feedback that was even weirder than the feeling just now came from Agou's perception. Xueli felt as if she had been hit by a pool of rotten flesh. She saw the figure holding the black umbrella was directly smashed to pieces by herself. Come, with the disgusting sound of tearing, the black "coat" of the thing was torn apart, and several shapeless lumps of meat wrapped in thick smoke fell out of the clothes, and then they seemed to have their own wills. The general began to run around, and continued to break into smaller pieces as it ran.

Countless overlapping sharp calls came from inside each fragment!
This is an absolutely terrifying and weird scene—the scorched and twisted limbs of the alien are torn apart, wriggling, splitting, and fleeing in all directions on the still embers of the streets. More and more, more and more weird, until finally, it seems that the whole world is filled with "they" piercing and shrill screams!
Shirley felt creepy for the first time since the start of the fight. She clenched the chain in her hand, but she didn't know how to use her accustomed "tactics" to deal with these screaming pieces that were still splitting and wriggling, but soon , she noticed that these shattered fragments had no intention of continuing to fight—they were actually fleeing at the same time.

Fleeing from the still spreading green flame.

Now they have split into hundreds of pieces, squirming and fleeing on the street like a black swarm, crazily fleeing towards the distance of the street between the green flames, some of the pieces are constantly being destroyed by the nearby The fire of the spirit body is "captured" - just an accidental touch, or just a little spark, and immediately a flame spreads on it, burning it instantly!
But this burning is not the end, but only the beginning—the fragments burned by the fire of the spirit body did not die, but turned around suddenly, and began to hunt, attack, and devour those who had not yet escaped the fire and were not killed by the green Fragments of flesh touched by flames.

Everything happened very quickly, in almost half a minute, half of the fragments of flesh and blood scattered and fleeing on the street had been burned and infected by the fire of the spirit body, and those flesh and blood fragments that had been eroded by the green flames were hunting around. "Compatriots" for a second, and a faint green wall of fire has been closed at the end of the street, completely blocking all escape routes.

This field of fire seems to have become a hunting ground, thousands of fragments split from the same black-clothed attacker turned into swarms of melee worms, the endless screams finally subsided, replaced by It's an even creepier sound—

It was the chewing sound that filled the street.

The attacker tried to disintegrate and flee, and now he's turned into a feast for himself.

Shirley felt goosebumps all over her body, and she could feel that Agou was also shivering. She was trembling slightly in this street full of hot ashes, but the next second, she felt a warm hands on his shoulders.

"Don't be afraid," Duncan comforted Shirley softly, "Bugs are most afraid of fire."

Shirley's shoulders trembled, and an extremely weird feeling emerged in her heart. The feeling of being favored by a powerful existence, the sense of comfort, and the creepy feeling of being stared at by an indescribable thing were mixed together at the same time. She boldly looked up. Duncan next to him glanced, but saw that the other party was frowning.

"It's a bit disgusting to say something," Duncan looked at the "worm swarm" that was preying on each other, and sighed to Shirley from the bottom of his heart, "I didn't expect it to become like this."

Who believes it!
"Indeed...indeed..." Shirley said cowardly that she believed it, and whatever the boss said was what she said, "It's a bit disgusting..."

"Fortunately, it's almost over." Duncan said with a slightly relaxed tone.

Almost over.

The sound of flames spreading and the sound of predation on the street is gradually subsiding. Both the predator and the prey have finally exhausted their vitality and turned into piles of ashes drifting in the wind. The weird attacker just turned into nothingness. And the fire of the spirit body that spread everywhere also began to gradually converge and subside.

Xue Li finally swallowed her saliva until this time, she looked at the small and scattered piles of ashes, and boldly asked: "It's... all over?"

Duncan shook his head: "...not necessarily."

Shirley looked at Duncan in surprise and doubt, but saw that he was walking forward, and the last fragment from the assailant emerged from the nearby ashes, and the shapeless hideous flesh wriggled staggeringly It seemed that it still wanted to escape, but it stopped after wriggling a few steps.

Duncan stopped before the shard, stooping, a little green flame dancing between his fingers.

"I've heard many horrifying and bizarre stories, and these stories tell me an experience," Duncan said slowly, explaining to Shirley, "If you suddenly find that your enemy has the ability to split, then you'd better acquiesce." The first enemy you encounter is just a splinter—forever assume there's an identity behind the splinter for sequels by crappy writers."

He tapped lightly with his fingertips, and lit the green flame on the surface of the last fragment.

"I don't like sequels very much, and I don't like that there is an inexplicable body hidden behind the scenes, and I have to wait until the protagonists are paralyzed before the swordsmen pop out."

The green flames burned fiercely, and the filthy piece suddenly trembled. Immediately afterwards, many insect-like structures emerged from its bottom, supporting it to stand up staggeringly.

Duncan rose slowly to his feet, staring silently at the last remaining fragments of the assailant.

"Go home and take my gift."

(End of this chapter)