Chapter 250 - Oath (1/2)
The reason why the dark battlefield existed was completely a mystery. No matter how it was destroyed, it would gradually recover in a few days.
There were some things in it that were almost the same as the outside world. But everything inside was dilapidated. The collapsed Big Ben, the broken Tower Bridge, the ruined London City…
According to the detection by Wang Bugui and the others in the Dragon Trapping Well, perhaps not just England, but the whole world should have this broken side in this battlefield.
“Who left this damned battlefield?” Jonathan asked to the sky.
“That’s not something we can know. This world existed long before the vampires appeared.”
Adolf’s voice sounded in Jonathan’s heart. He hid in the dark to observe and prevent all unexpected situations.
“If it’s really that old, how can you explain the things inside that are the same as those in the outside world?” Jonathan asked again.
“That’s why it’s not something we can know. Maybe the world we see is a false product,” Adolf laughed.
“It doesn’t make sense.”
Jonathan shook his head disdainfully, and then turned his eyes to the distance, saying with a slight smile, “Our guest is here. Let’s treat him well. It seems that he’s still angry.”
“Boom!”
As his voice faded away, there was a loud noise in the distance, and a horrible aura instantly prevailed. This was not only suppression, but also a kind of strong killing intent.
“Crack!”
Under the erosion of this killing intention, the buildings around Jonathan even began to collapse. There were dilapidated buildings falling down, and even the clouds were torn in the gray sky.
On the ground, horrific cracks were spreading and expanding.
“Wow, what a terrifying power!” Jonathan chuckled.
He only saw a man walking over slowly from the disintegrated distance. Wherever he passed, things there would be turned into broken bits, and the earth was ruthlessly destroyed.
“Hehe, you’re finally here,” Jonathan smiled, shaking his head.
“Where’s Chiou?” Wang Bugui asked with Taoism power.
“You’re too late. I’m waiting so boring, so I killed a little time with her,” Jonathan said with a cruel smile.
Then, he summoned Hanae Chiou out of the void with magic.
Seeing that, Wang Bugui widened his eyes. His forehead was full of blue veins. Squeezing the joints in his hands, he growled, “You’re looking for death!”
He saw Hanae Chiou eroded by a black aura. Her body was full of terrible blood holes, and her arms were pierced by a row of blood red nails, which fixed her to a cross.
Her legs were pierced by small blood spears. Even her ankles were pierced by black thorns. She couldn’t move her legs, either, because there were two black nails that fixed her to the cross.
What made Wang Bugui angrier was that these things to torture her were all demonic weapons to attack primordial spirit.
He could clearly see that the Hanae Chiou under the puppet’s body was even more fragmented. Her primordial spirit was so dim.
Feeling his arrival, she raised her head with difficulty and looked at Wang Bugui with a pair of extremely weak eyes. She tried her best to show a smile, hoping he was not too worried.
“Chiou!”
Wang Bugui called her hysterically. His eyes were full of tears, and his teeth were almost gritted broken by him. The next moment, blood kept flowing from his mouth.
“Uh, er…”
Hanae Chiou wanted to say something, but she couldn’t because a black nail also penetrated her throat. Plus, her primordial spirit was also seriously injured; she no longer had the power to speak.
“Jonathan!”
Wang Bugui roared angrily, his hair standing upright without wind, his eyes covered with blood; he only intended to crush the culprit into broken bits.
“Oh, no no. You forgot that, she’s still in my hands.”
Jonathan shook his head, walked to Chiou, grabbed her beautiful face, and turned his head with a cruel laugh, “If you don’t do as I say…”
“Boom!”
“Puff!”
He slammed Hanae Chiou’s head against the cross violently. Then he penetrated through her left shoulder with a black dagger and laughed, “Then she will die faster! Hahaha!”
“Stop!”
Wang Bugui rushed forward with great anger, trying to smash Jonathan with a punch. But when he was less than ten meters away, he stopped and couldn’t move forward for half a step.
It wasn’t that he was trapped by a formation, nor was there any magic to stop him. Instead, his body didn’t allow him to punch, because a blood-stained spear was against Hanae Chiou’s Shen Tang.
And the Blood Spears and black nails all around her body were shining with strange lights.
“Ugh!”
Hanae Chiou cried in pain. Those lights were rapidly destroying her primordial spirit.
“Hehe, good boy,” Jonathan sneered.
Wang Bugui gritted his teeth and withdrew his fists, standing still and watching Jonathan. At such a distance, if he wanted to attack, he could tear his opponent apart within one thousandth of a second.
However, the opponent held the Longinus. Even if he was crushed into broken bits, he could recover instantly, which allowed him to kill Chiou then.
“You should know what I want. Take out the book.” Jonathan pointed at Wang Bugui.
“Buzz!”