"What!"
Freya was slightly startled.
She tried to escape, but it was too late.
Morin sneered, and a huge shadow suddenly appeared around him.
The shadow was humanoid, with a crazed expression on its face. It kept screaming, its features appearing and disappearing, but you could vaguely make out that it was Freya.
Suddenly, the shadow let out a loud cry and pounced on Freya.
Caught off guard, Freya was suddenly struck by this shadow.
"ah!"
Freya felt an excruciating pain, as if countless knives were constantly cutting into her body, an unbearable agony.
She staggered backward, and just then, Morin turned around and rushed towards her.
"Freya, do you think I haven't done anything these past few days?"
"Don't forget, you left your blood here."
A cold smile appeared on Morin's lips.
During this time, he wasn't idle; he had already used that blood to create a special way to counter Freya's Shadow of the Dead.
How could Morin possibly be completely unprepared for this dark elf who was following him and could attack him at any moment?
"You...you...Jack, you..." Freya felt the intense pain coming from all parts of her body, and the stagnant wizard energy in her body. Her face showed a mixture of shock and anger.
She wanted to say something, but it was too late.
"Aise!"
"Simmons!"
Morin opened his palm and unleashed a series of spells, sending Freya flying backwards with screams.
With a whoosh, Morin appeared beside Freya, his fist, wrapped in countless crimson vines, raised high and then slammed down hard towards Freya's head.
Freya tried to defend herself, and a faint halo appeared around her body—a protective aura formed by dark energy particles.
Unfortunately, it had no effect.
Bang.
Freya was sent flying backwards like a cannonball once again.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Morin moved his hand, and the cross-shaped sword in his hand transformed into a streak of silver light, flying towards Freya.
"ah!"
Freya let out a scream and was pinned to the tree trunk by the cross-shaped sword. She lay motionless, her breathing weak, and she was not far from death.
Morin stepped forward, frowned as he looked at the dented and unusable cross sword, but upon seeing Freya's slender cross sword, Morin's expression changed, and he grabbed the slender cross sword in his hand.
"It's a bit awkward to use, but it's still usable."
Morin quickly came to a conclusion.
He looked at the dying Freya, his expression shifted, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly, his face changed.
Without a second thought, Morin grabbed Freya's arm and threw her backwards violently.
Bang!
Freya's body was instantly shattered into countless pieces of flesh.
With this brief delay, Morin moved, pulled by the crimson vines, and slid backward.
He looked ahead, and there, out of nowhere, appeared a huge figure. The figure had a green arm as thick as an adult's waist, red eyes, and a hint of madness on its face. It was Baker.
"Jack, Jack the Ripper." Baker's voice was hoarse, like charcoal rubbing against charcoal. He looked at Morin and spoke slowly, saying, "You hurt me, you hurt me."
"I really didn't expect you to escape so quickly, Baker."
Morin tilted his head slightly, then smiled and said, "However, I still have to thank you. Otherwise, how could I have lured out the rat following me and then gotten rid of her?"
"Jack, you killed her, and I will kill you."
"Giggle."
Baker's throat bobbed as he let out a beast-like howl. His body trembled, and he leaped into the air again, launching a fierce attack on Morin.
Countless green threads enveloped the surroundings, pouring down like a torrential rain.
Maureen looked at Baker in the sky, her face expressionless.
"Ding! The main body is overloaded and using the Thorn Blood Chapter will cause permanent damage to the Thorn Blood Chapter. Do you wish to proceed?"
"yes!"
Morin answered silently.
A faint wriggling sound came from the blood-red vines that had appeared on Morin's body. Suddenly, they grew thicker and writhed incessantly, like tiny, wriggling blood-red snakes.
Whoosh! Suddenly, streaks of crimson vines exceeded the original distance limit, surging upwards like a waterfall, tightly binding Beck.
"What! This..." A look of shock appeared on Baker's face.
A muffled thud was heard.
With a powerful flick of the crimson vines, Beck was slammed heavily to the ground.
Smoke and dust billowed up, leaving a large crater in the ground. Beck coughed incessantly, large chunks of his skin and flesh tearing open, bleeding profusely, making him look quite disheveled.
"Damn it! These disgusting vines!"
Baker is very irritable.
He reached out and grabbed the vines, trying to break them off as he had done before, but he suddenly realized that these vines were different from the previous ones and he couldn't break them off at all.
In a flash, Maureen appeared beside Baker.
"You've just gotten close, you're dead, you're dead!" Baker was stunned for a moment, then a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"The one who's doomed... is you."
Morin gave a cold laugh.
With a slight sway of his body, Morin dodged Baker's outstretched right arm. Then, with a slight push of his calf, he leaped and appeared behind Baker's waist.
With a thud, Morin swung his cross-shaped sword, piercing a large, bloody hole in Baker's back.
"ah!"
Baker let out a loud shout, but then he grinned maliciously and said, "It's no use, Jack. My limb grafting surgery isn't that simple. I didn't just graft an arm; I also have some characteristics of that high-energy creature."
Sure enough, the muscles near the bloody hole on Baker's back were twitching and recovering at a visible speed.
"Useless?" Morin's lips curled into a smile. "Is that so?"
With a flick of his wrist, Morin produced three or four alchemical grenades and, before Beck's wounds had healed, inserted them into Beck's body.
With a whoosh, Morin pushed off the ground and jumped backward.
As he stepped back, the blood-red vines vanished completely in an instant.
There was only Baker standing there.
Baker's wounds had healed, but as he felt the alchemical grenades near his back, close to his heart, an undisguised look of fear crossed his face.
far away.
Morin stood there.
He looked at Baker quietly, his expression calm.
Then he spoke, saying something softly.
"Baker…"
"it's over."