"Da da da da da — —"
Countless bullets soaked in holy water erupted with sparks, pouring toward the eerie Wraith!
"Haha! I knew it!" Medici laughed harshly, drifting backward nimbly, easily dodging most of the bullets.
"How did you know he wasn't?"
"Doesn't Amon love playing these boring little tricks?"
The voices of Sauron and Einhorn came simultaneously from the cheeks on either side of his face.
"Idiot! I was bluffing him!" Medici said disdainfully. "The monocle he was wearing does indeed have the flavor of a Marauder. But that little crow is far more disgusting than him!"
"Besides, I have nine ways to identify that little bastard Amon! Nine whole ways, do you know that!"
"Keep bragging." Sauron and Einhorn retorted in unison.
Bullets soaked in holy water, while effective against ordinary Monsters like Wraiths, had limited damage against a Wraith of Medici's level. Plus, since the opponent was constantly drifting in mid-air, the bullets rarely hit him.
"Useless! Useless! These little tricks are completely useless against me!"
"Now, let me show you the price of offending me!"
Hearing this, Lorne did not hesitate. He reached into his personal storage space and pulled out a large number of glass bottles filled with holy water, along with a Sun Talisman, and threw them continuously toward the Wraith without looking!
Marich immediately pulled the trigger, the submachine gun in his hand spitting out another tongue of fire, firing dense bullets from another direction, sealing the Wraith's movement path together with Lorne's "holy water bombs."
Sharon blew out biting cold winds and ice and snow, attempting to further hinder the Wraith's movements.
"Ah — —!"
Rafter Pound was scared out of his wits by the scene of these "gods fighting," covering his head, crouching on the ground, and shivering.
Damn it! What the hell is this guy — — disguising himself as Amon and not getting swallowed on the spot is one thing, but he also pulled out a bunch of "Sun" Pathway items from who knows where!
Medici was also caught off guard by this sudden saturation attack. Although those holy waters and Talismans were low-level, the sheer quantity caused him quite a bit of trouble.
"Why don't we just kill them!" Sauron suggested.
Working together, the three of them could indeed borrow the power of the Spirit World to barely exert demigod-level strength. However, if they used up the power they had accumulated for years now, it would be difficult for them to recover in a short time, let alone impact that damned seal.
"Shut up, all of you! Listen to me now!"
"Click, click."
Just then, the bullets in Marich's submachine gun ran out, and a gap appeared in the airtight barrage.
"Now!"
Taking advantage of this short gap, Medici's figure suddenly dived downward at an astonishing speed, drilling directly into the body of Rafter Pound who was crouching on the ground!
"Stop what you're doing immediately!"
Controlling Rafter Pound's body, Medici stood up slowly, clamped one hand on his own neck, and roared with his own voice using Rafter Pound's vocal cords.
"Otherwise, I will crush his neck right now!"
Seeing this, Lorne and the others had to stop their actions and stand in a standoff with the possessed "Rafter Pound."
"Well done."
"Although you are indeed annoying, your reaction this time was fast, worthy of praise." Sauron and Einhorn also opened their other two mouths, praising him without reservation.
"Come over here!"
"If you dare to take one more step, I will kill him immediately!"
Watching the opponent clamor, the expressions of Lorne and the others were a bit ugly. Although Rafter Pound had no friendship with them, he was still someone they brought in together. Dying here so inexplicably was still somewhat unsettling — —
"Haha! That's right!"
"Don't move, be good!"
"If you do as I say, I might just let you go."
Just as Medici was triumphant, Lorne suddenly threw a glass bottle filled with high-concentration holy water toward "Rafter Pound"!
Behind the bottle followed a Sun Talisman flashing with golden light!
"Sizzle"
A burst of white smoke, like roasted meat, surged from Rafter Pound's body!
"Damn it!"
"Aren't you afraid I'll really kill him!"
"Hmph."
"You're the one holding him, why should we stop?" Lorne shrugged, saying in a matter-of-fact tone, "Besides, he's not our companion."
"You — — — —" Medici was anxious at first, instinctively wanting to curse the other party. But a moment later, he reacted quickly, and a rising, tangible flame surged from his body.
"You can't fool me."
"You're just bluffing! If you really didn't care about this guy's life or death, why didn't you keep shooting?"
"Bullets are much more convenient than your Talismans."
"You're afraid that your bullets will kill him directly, aren't you!"
This Wraith seemed unintelligent just a moment ago, how did he suddenly become so cunning? Lorne cursed inwardly, then retorted tit-for-tat: "What about you? Aren't you also bluffing?"
"If you were really confident that you could easily kill us, you wouldn't need to patiently negotiate with us here."
"Tch — — — —" Medici cursed unhappily, but did not make any extreme moves again.
The atmosphere fell into an awkward standoff for a while.
"We are just adventurers coming here to explore, with no intention of being your enemy — — how about we both take a step back?" Lorne spoke first, breaking the deadlock.
"Hmph, you were the ones who attacked first!" Medici said irritably.
"That was because you identified the wrong person first. Besides, I suspect you have plenty of arrangements around here too." Lorne responded impolitely.
"Medici, you idiot!"
The mouth belonging to Sauron opened again on Rafter Pound's face.
"Enough!"
Medici looked at Lorne and said in a deep voice: "Put that damned monocle away first — — — —"
"Wearing such an ominous thing, it's disgusting to look at."
Ominous — — Lorne pursed his lips, but still took off the monocle as told.
"Very good, that's more like it." The rising flames around Rafter Pound dissipated a little.
"You're right, we really don't need to be enemies, we can even — — — — cooperate." Medici continued.
"I am just an innocent person harmed by the ambition of Alista Tudor. Because of the constraints of my corpse, I have been trapped in this damn underground ruin for nearly, or perhaps more than, two thousand years."
"If you can help me out of my predicament and let me become a free spirit, not only will I not harm you, but I will also give you sufficient rewards."
He glanced at Marich and Sharon floating in mid-air.
"You two should be Beyonders of the 'Monster' Pathway."
"One of you is even a Sequence 5 'Wraith'."
"I don't know if you have the potion formula for the Sequence 4 'Puppet'. However, I can help you obtain it, or even — — — — become a part of your advancement ritual. This is the reward I promise you."
Puppet? The Sequence 4 of the "Monster" Pathway is actually called "Puppet"? What a strange name. However, Sharon's behavior often does look like an exquisite Puppet — — Lorne muttered in his heart.
"As for you — — — —" Medici cast his gaze on Lorne.
"You seem to be of the 'Fate' Pathway." Because I have spent so many years with the Great Serpent, Medici is confident that he will never misjudge.
"I have a good relationship with a high-Sequence existence of the 'Fate' Pathway. As long as you are willing to help me, let alone the Sequence 4 potion formula, I can find a way to get you the Sequence 3 one."
Sequence 4, and even Sequence 3 — — what is the background of this Wraith!
Lorne thought for two seconds, keenly grasping the point of the words and asked: "Is that high-Sequence existence of the 'Fate' Pathway still alive?"
"What are you talking about? Of course, he is still alive!"
"Uh — — — — since he is still alive," Lorne asked curiously, "you and him have such a good relationship, why doesn't he come to save you?"
"Uh — — — —" Medici was a little embarrassed.
"Ha"
On the left cheek, the mouth controlled by Sauron couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"He doesn't know I'm trapped here, okay!"
"Then how should we save you?" Lorne changed the subject.
Medici restrained his emotions and said in a deep voice: "It's simple. You go find the direct descendants of the Sauron-Einhorn-Medici family, and take 10 milliliters of blood from each of them. A little more is fine, but absolutely not less. Then, mix these three types of blood with a large amount of holy water and sprinkle it into the room where I am. In this way, the seal will naturally be lifted."
"Uh, that — — — — what is Medici? Sauron and Einhorn are famous, everyone knows them. But I've never heard of this Medici."
Sharon and Marich also showed the same confused expressions; they had never heard of any Medici family.
"Haha — — — —"
This time, the mouth controlled by Einhorn couldn't help it.
"You have a real talent for being a 'Hunter'." Medici gritted his non-existent teeth and said viciously.
"Are one of your parents a 'Hunter'?"
"No, they have been gone for a long time." Lorne curled his lips.
Although, I do have a "Hunter" friend. He remembered the unreliable Danitz who was far away in Bayam.
When did the "Fate" Pathway become so annoying? This guy's aura is also very special, could it be — — he is a believer of the Great Serpent? No, that's not right. If he were really his believer, he would have no reason not to recognize me. Wait! This slightly annoying aura, plus the particularity of the "Fate" Pathway, could it be that he is — —
"You just now seemed to conjure those Talismans and weapons out of thin air — — — —" Medici suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"No, I hid them in my clothes." Lorne remained expressionless.
"Clumsy lie." Medici sneered.
"You must have a very special Mystical Item on you, and it's of a very high level." His tone was incredibly certain.
"— — — —" Lorne glanced at him and didn't speak.
"What? Did I guess right?"
Lorne still didn't reply.
"Do you have a teacher?" Medici suddenly changed the question again.
"Does this have anything to do with you?" Lorne subconsciously glanced at Sharon beside him and replied.
"Maybe I know your teacher?" Medici showed a meaningful smile: "Or — — — — have you heard of 'Restart'?"