20demayo Chapter 272 Decisive Escape
Chapter 272 Decisive Escape
Chapter 272 Decisive Escape
Once the people in the bar recovered from the brief blindness caused by the "flash," they saw Cyril resting one hand on a silver greatsword, his body slightly tilted, leisurely surveying everyone present.
At his feet, "The Great Shark" Jörg lay motionless, his body pierced by the greatsword, seemingly already a corpse.
After witnessing this scene, everyone in the bar fell into a deathly silence.
The fact that he could kill "The Great Shark" Jörg means that he could also kill them all, and not only could he kill them, but he also seemed to actually know how to do it.
That was the third boatswain of the "Deep Sea Admiral," a notorious pirate with a bounty of 5200 pounds.
As a result, he didn't even last half a minute in front of this unknown "painter" before turning into a corpse—a crushing, instant kill.
Even "Iron Man" McVitie, who just walked towards the back door of the bar, might not have been able to achieve such a feat.
In the ensuing silence, Cyril looked at the bartender huddled behind the bar counter and asked with a smile:
Where is your boss?
"I'm here."
A slightly overweight middle-aged man hurriedly ran over from the crowd.
Xireen glanced at him with some surprise, not expecting that the one who had been bragging the loudest among the group of drinkers was actually the owner of the place.
The bar owner stood before him with a respectful yet somewhat bitter smile, and said respectfully:
"Sir, painter, do you need me to help you exchange the 'giant shark's' head for the bounty?"
"No problem. I have some connections in Bayam. It can be done within two days, and I guarantee those guys won't dare charge you a service fee."
Cyril nodded expressionlessly: "No problem, then use the processing fee to pay for the damage to the bar."
The bar owner glanced at the bar counter, which had been punched by "The Great Shark" Jörg and was now unusable, along with the broken glasses and spilled liquor on the floor, and Jörg's body, which was impaled on the floor.
Although he felt a little sorry for him, he still forced a smile and said:
"No, no need. It's just a damaged bar counter and a piece of flooring. They're not worth that much money."
Cyril shook his head slightly, his gaze drifting towards the back door of the bar:
"It might be worth it in a little while."
Upon hearing his words, the bar owner's expression froze for a moment, then he followed his gaze to the back door of the bar.
"Iron" McVitie, who had left through the back door earlier, had returned at some point, looking at him with a mixture of apprehension and eagerness... and at Cyril beside him.
Without any hesitation, he moved away from Cyril as fast as he could and retreated behind the group of drinkers who had been bragging with him.
Maivit glanced at "Great Shark" Jörg, who had been pierced through by the greatsword and was no longer alive, at the feet of Cyril. Then his gaze focused on the silver greatsword that had pierced through his body, and a hint of apprehension flashed deep in his eyes.
"Dawn Knight?"
"You killed a piece of trash under a Vice Admiral's command. Now, want to test the difference in bounty levels with me?"
"I wouldn't mind taking another reward."
As he spoke, Cyril pulled the Dawn Sword out of "Shark" Jörg's body and held it in one hand, pointing it at "Iron" McVitie, who was half a bar away from him.
Fortunately, this weapon formed from the dawn has no obvious weight; otherwise, the "Record Officer's" fragile physique would not have been able to perform such effortless movements.
As his thoughts drifted, he saw "Iron" McVitie make a whistling motion, and then one after another, transparent, charred or swollen ghosts and vengeful spirits emerged from the bar's floor, corners, ceiling, and other places.
They rushed towards him, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, whimpering and sobbing.
A phantom book flipped rapidly in Sirion's eyes, and he lightly snapped his fingers with his free left hand.
Snapped!
Suddenly, the entire bar was filled with the clear and holy light of dawn.
The ghostly spirits rushing towards him seemed to have been dealt a heavy blow, instantly becoming faint and quickly dissolving under the holy morning light, ultimately leaving only a thin layer of moisture in the air.
The next second, Cyril held the "Sword of Dawn" horizontally in front of his chest, his spiritual intuition giving him a warning.
The surrounding dawn light suddenly receded, condensing into a refined full-body armor on his body.
boom!
With a dull thud, a tremendous impact came from his chest, and Cyril staggered back several steps before finally regaining his balance.
The surging air around him was mixed with wisps of black energy carrying a strong sense of death, which dissolved into nothingness the moment it touched the "Dawn Armor" on his body.
Several patrons who were watching the scene unfold in a corner of the bar were caught in the blast wave, their faces turning pale instantly, as if they had just recovered from a serious illness.
In an instant, the crowd that had been watching the commotion rushed toward the bar's entrance.
Although they enjoy watching the excitement, that's only when they won't be caught in the crossfire.
Neither Sirion nor McVitie paid any attention to the onlookers; their probing exchange had entered its second phase.
Maivitt slightly bent his back, engaging all his muscles.
Click!
He kicked the floorboards, cracking them, his body leaving afterimages as he charged toward him like a high-speed steam train.
In the instant before being struck, Cyril's body thinned and brittled, eventually turning into a crudely cut paper doll, which was shattered by the force of the violent impact.
Bang!Bang!
The bar floor was worn into one dent after another. Maivitti quickly stopped and twisted his body, preparing to launch a second attack.
On the other side, Cyril, who had used the "paper doppelganger" to dodge the collision, rubbed the brass ring on his hand, and a few streaks of silver-white electricity flashed in his eyes.
The concentrated spirit surged toward Maiviti like invisible thorns.
"Mental piercing!"
"Forehead.."
Maiviti paused, his pupils contracted, and fine blood vessels appeared on the whites of his eyes, as if they were about to burst.
With a body as hard as steel and immune to most physical and magical attacks, the "living corpse" is relatively weak in mental resistance. A single "mental piercing" severely injured him.
Seizing the opportunity, Cyril took a step forward, using his waist and back to throw the silver greatsword in his hand like a javelin.
Pfft!
The "Sword of Dawn," which has a purifying effect, pierced through Maiviti's steel-hard skin and stabbed into the flesh of his chest and abdomen.
"snort."
With a muffled groan, Maiviti gritted his teeth and pulled out the silver greatsword that was stuck in his chest and abdomen. Then, he bent his knees and sprang into the air, smashing through the crowd of people rushing towards the gate, and fled the place at top speed.
"Ouch!"
"Damn it, which bastard hit me?"
Cyril's gaze pierced through the chaotic crowd at the doorway, and he shook his head slightly as he watched "Iron" McVitie's figure disappear from sight.
This guy was too decisive. After realizing that both his strengths and weaknesses were being countered, he ran away without even leaving a threat.
If only I had half of Jörg's recklessness...
Thinking of this, he glanced at the corpse from which dark blue light was constantly emanating, and shook his head slightly. He may have thought about escaping, but he died too quickly and had no chance.
If he has enough "Flash" records, he can naturally catch up with the fleeing Maiviti if he wants, but killing him is more troublesome. "Zombies" have strong vitality, and the only way to kill them quickly is to use "Light Storm".
He doesn't want to use the only "Light Storm" he successfully used last time, and a living "Iron" Maiviti might be more useful.
His high-profile actions today were mainly to make Randolph Carter more visible, and McVitie, who survived by sheer luck, would definitely help him promote himself.
After observing for a period of time, he discovered that as long as more people knew about Randolph Carter's false identity,
The more you understand and become familiar with this identity, the more authentic it will feel.
In the end, perhaps supported by the power of fantasy, the false will become true, becoming a real clone or an incarnation of him.
However, this should only be possible if one becomes at least a demigod and possesses divinity.
Gathering his scattered thoughts, he walked to the body of "Giant Shark" Jörg. The deep blue light spots that had been extracted from the body had coalesced into a fist-sized, translucent crystal containing waves, air currents, and floating clouds.
He picked up the crystal formed from extraordinary properties along with the black gauntlet on Jörg's right hand, then looked at the bar owner who was approaching him tremblingly:
"Should I cut his head off?"
"Um, me."
Seeing the bar owner's hesitant look, a phantom book floated in Cyril's eyes, and at the same time, he stretched out his right hand and dragged out a heavy, silver-white "Dawn Sword" from the air.
Boom!
With a dull thud, "The Great Shark" Jörg's head was severed.
He then looked at the bar owner, and the "Dawn Armor" on his body and the "Sword of Dawn" in his hand turned into fragments of clear light and disappeared.
"How long will it take to exchange his head for the bounty?"
"Three days, no, two days, two days will do."
The bar owner held up three fingers, hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew one.
Cyril nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll come back in two days."
"If you can waive the fee, then consider it compensation for damaging the bar today. If not, then the compensation will be deducted from the actual reward you can receive."
After saying that, he left the bar without looking back.
Along the way, all the drinkers spontaneously made way for him, with the closest maintaining a safe distance of two meters.
After leaving the Fragrant Leaf Bar, Cyril turned into an alley and then returned to the hotel where he was staying from the Mirror World.
"Now we just have to wait and see how today's events unfold..."
He muttered something under his breath, then looked at the black gauntlets in his hands and the translucent crystal formed from the extraordinary properties of Jörg.
After some divination, he figured out the origin and effects of the two items.
That clear crystal is the "Navigator" extraordinary trait of the "Sailor" pathway, Sequence 7.
The extraordinary properties contained in the black gauntlets belong to the "Corrupted Baron" of the "Black Emperor" pathway, Sequence 6.
It can greatly enhance the wearer's physical attributes, and also possesses the extraordinary abilities of "twisting" and "corroding".
"Distortion" can distort the meaning of a target's language, actions, and intentions, and can also directly distort the direction and target of an opponent's attack.
"Corrosion" can gradually darken the minds of people within a ten-meter radius, making them greedy and prone to making irrational choices.
The combination of "distortion" and "corrosion" can be like that of Jörg, the "Great Shark" in the bar, who uses seductive language to guide and distort the other person's intentions and actions, causing them to act irrationally and impulsively in a moment of passion.
Its negative effect is that it gradually corrupts the wearer's mind, making them dark and greedy.
This impact can be short-term or long-term.
The short-term effect is that the wearer will undergo a mental test from the gloves every now and then, and failing the test will amplify the dark and negative thoughts and emotions in their heart.
The long-term effect is that the wearer's personality will gradually and irreversibly become dark and greedy.
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