Tokyo: Parasite

Chapter 359 129: Scars

Heath's connected black right arm grew like a monster, and his five fingers tightly wrapped around the hilt of the sword like tree roots.

Purple electricity flickered all around, and the white bandages wrapped around it silently turned into dust and flew away.

Carl was not surprised to see this, he grinned, split the heavy bone sword into two, and swung it smoothly in his hands.

If we really talk about weirdness, his method of controlling the bones is more like that of evil, so there is no need to make a fuss about it.

"Try the dual sword style I learned in Japan."

After saying that, he took the lead and pressed forward, drawing a straight line on the snow at a rapid speed.

The sound of clanging.

As expected, this tentative move was blocked by Heath with his sword.

After blocking the attack, Heath used the force to leap high into the air, swung his sword in the air, drew two streaks of purple lightning, and blasted straight towards Carl at lightning speed.

There was a loud bang.

The spot was instantly charred black.

Before the dust and fog had dispersed, Carl, holding a bone shield, had already rushed out, switching from dual blades to sword and shield.

“People always say that.”

Carl closed the distance between himself and Heath again, their eyes met, their swords touched, sparks flew.

"I feel like a necromancer."

The bone sword was hit without mercy by Carl, and cracks appeared on it as Heath blocked and counterattacked.

"But if I can accept your souls, there's nothing wrong with being a necromancer."

Carl growled and pierced with the bone sword, but was suddenly cut off by Heath.

Carl's expression remained unchanged. His bone shield transformed into a scepter and he continued to smash towards Heath with all his might.

Heath was about to dodge, but found his ankle grabbed by a bony hand that had stretched out from the ground at some point.

Unable to cut it off in time, he dodged for defense. The purple lightning on the sword turned into purple flames, blocking the scepter that Carl was chopping off. The purple flame then conducted along the bone staff to Carl's body.

"Yes, it's time to let the fire help us have fun."

Carl's body was covered with a layer of bone armor early on, and he did not retreat when surrounded by flames.

On the ground, more skeletal arms of varying sizes broke out of the ground and clung to Heath's body.

The largest of them was two or three stories high. He shot it towards Hiskar and the other man without any hesitation!
Boom!
There was a dull sound, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly, and all the snowflakes that had not yet accumulated on the nearby trees were shaken off.

The purple sword in Heath's hand had disappeared, but his eyes and hair slowly began to turn purple.

The thick, black monster's arm was raised high, blocking the giant bone palm that was coming down with its disproportionate size. Purple lines were spreading along the arm.

"So are you still a human being now?" Carl looked mocking, stretched out his bone claws with both hands, and stabbed at the other's defenseless body.

click -

The bone claw penetrated less than two centimeters before it was blocked tightly and could not advance even an inch.

Heath's eyes and hair were finally completely dyed purple, his expression revealed great pain and struggle, and he shouted loudly, and purple airflow burst out, like millions of knives, directly shaking Carl away.

Immediately, he grabbed one of the fingers of the giant bony palm and pulled it violently. The huge bony arm was pulled directly out of the ground, raising a large amount of snow and dust, and then it was smashed to the ground and turned into a piece of broken bones with a bang.

Shaking off the fine ashes from his body, Heath didn't even look at Carl. He endured the intense pain and fled in one direction. The black hand slowly retracted, and the purple sword slowly withdrew from it. The purple color of the sword became increasingly intense.

puff!
Carl struggled to stand up, but before he could take a step, a mouthful of numbing purple blood suddenly spurted out, causing his body to go limp, and he could only kneel on one knee to support himself.

"Shaha. It turns out that people can do anything when they are pushed to the limit."

"Fuck, why does this blood taste spicy?"

Carl touched his own bone armor, which seemed to have been weathered for thousands of years. It broke into pieces at the touch, and quickly spread out. Soon, it was completely gone, leaving a pile of ashes on the ground.

He hissed as he peeled back his soaked clothes. In the middle of his chest, a mixture of wine and blood flowed down his torso.

Very good, the injury was disinfected immediately.

I just felt a little sorry for the wine. I just took two sips and it was gone.

"Ahem, I won't fall down so easily. I wonder how many times you can use this ability."

After calming down for a while, Karl slowly stood up and wanted to catch up, but he was powerless for a moment.

This place is far away from the city and there is basically no one living nearby. Perhaps Ye Jie can sense what is happening here, but he doesn't want others to interfere.

Moreover, he vaguely knew about their hostage exchange, and Carl didn't like asking them to assist at this time.

As long as the other party is still in the Northern Alliance, the martyrs who are almost everywhere in the earth can provide him with information, even if it means catching up with Hans.

After recovering for a while, he managed to regroup, transformed the skeleton motorcycle, and drove towards the direction he sensed.

In the distance, Heath had already moved to another place using the means he had arranged in advance.

His goal had been achieved. He had confirmed that only Carl was chasing them and had attracted his attention. Next, he just had to escape in a different direction from the Baron.

It will take some time for the Baron's body to recover, which is not entirely a bad thing. At least during this period of time, coupled with the concealing potion, he will be almost the same as an ordinary person, and it will be difficult for his extraordinary identity to be sensed.

But he was different. He knew a little about Carl's strange tracking methods. They were hiding well in Mo City at the beginning, but were suddenly found by the other party.

So it’s better to use this to attract his attention.

However, Carl's strength had obviously improved a lot, which caused some unexpected problems in his plan.

Looking at the strange purple light on the sword, Heath's eyes gradually became dazed, as if he could hear the ancient call from the sword. But just when he was about to understand, the burning heat from the pendant on his chest woke him up again.

The objects summoned by summoning magic are real.

Not only objects, but also creatures, and some unknown existences.

His right arm was exchanged with a merchant who claimed to be from the Land of God's Fall, and then Augustus cultivated it and connected it to his body.

It is really worth the money, and apart from being a little ugly, it has no side effects.

This sword appeared earlier and was summoned by the Baron accidentally, and no one knew where it came from at first.

But later, as the Baron delved deeper into the art of summoning, he discovered that it originated from an ancient battlefield.

In that ancient battlefield, this sword is the only one that can still respond to the call.

Originally, the fee was charged on a per-appearance basis, and the fee consumed was the Baron's spiritual energy.

But after using it a few more times, it seemed that some conditions were reached and long-term rental was allowed.

It just needs Heath's spiritual power to nourish it every day.

The more you consume, the more spiritual energy you need to replenish.

What if it’s not enough? Use blood to make up for it.

The blood of the divine grace sorcerer has been soaked in spiritual power for a long time and has spiritual power, but the divine grace sorcerer cannot use it directly. After the purple sword devours the blood, it will burst out with powerful power. So far, Heath has only used it twice, and the result of each time is that he can hear more clearly what the sword is saying.

Although Augustus was also very interested, he did not start research immediately as he had many projects on hand. Instead, he made a pendant that could offset the effects of the purple sword.

“Don’t respond to it without doing your research.”

These are Augustus’s original words.

So even though he felt that the sword was trying to communicate with him later, he ignored it and simply treated it as a tool.

For such an object of unknown origin, just using it would involve a lot of risks. If one really wanted to communicate with it, it would not be surprising to be possessed by another person.

Carefully re-wrap the sword with the bandage and put it into a long box.

"Cough cough."

He covered his numb right arm, which was twisting out of his control, like a severe cramp, but he didn't feel much, just weak.

After forcibly using Transfiguration to transform it into a normal person's arm again, he was already sweating all over.

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After taking a few deep breaths, he walked into the small hotel where he was hiding and continued to escape along the planned route.

The Peaceful Day passed silently.

In the Northern Union, due to different calendars, the time of Christmas is also different from that in the mainstream Western world, about two weeks later.

However, due to cultural influences, many people also use this day as an excuse to celebrate happily.

Lights and decorations are hung everywhere, and Christmas trees occupy every shop.

Such a lively scene also helped Heath escape.

Finally, he arrived in Hans safely on Christmas Day.

Later in the evening, Karl, looking disheveled, also arrived at the capital of Hans. Because he was too slovenly, reeked of alcohol, spoke with a Northern Union accent, and had a lot of negative buffs, he was almost arrested by the police.

Fortunately, he was familiar with the people at the Paradise Node, and the officials here also had a record of him. After checking, they let him leave with a strange look on their faces and arranged for two police officers to connect with him.

"There's something wrong with this wound. It seems like it can't heal?"

In the bathroom of the luxury hotel, Carl opened the bone armor covering his chest wound. The wound inside was still bloody, and blood with a hint of purple slowly seeped out of it. Although it was not much, each oozing of blood would bring him intense pain and a hint of weakness.

By the time he reached Hans, Karl's sense of Heath had weakened a lot, and it was difficult to find him unless he was extremely close.

So he came here to see the famous doctor Hedwig and remind them to prepare the corresponding medicines in advance to avoid being caught off guard if they encounter Heath in the future.

Of course, the main purpose is to treat yourself.

Otherwise, if he keeps having the injured and bleeding buff, no matter how tough the enemy is, he won't be able to chase him down and might even be killed instead.

".Mr. Carl?"

After all, it was Christmas, so Hedwig was naturally not at the institute, but was preparing a big meal at home. She got the recipe from Mr. Li.

Also participating were three Divine Grace apprentices who were studying with her.

"Excuse me, Ms. Hedwig." The first thing Karl saw on the table was the wine, Tsar Gold Vodka, so tasteful!

His eyes suddenly lit up, his urge to drink was aroused, and even the pain seemed to be reduced a lot.

"Ms. Hedwig, Mr. Karl asked us to bring him here," the police officer on the side said helplessly.

Hedwig, who had an extraordinary reputation in Hans, was unwilling to come to his house to disturb him on Christmas, but Karl was also an extraordinary person. The officials would naturally not refuse such a request as long as they could avoid offending him. Unless Hedwig clearly stated that he would put this person on the blacklist, they would have the confidence to refuse.

Hedwig sniffed a few times, his eyes fell on Karl's chest, his eyes understood, and he smiled at the police officer: "It's okay, Mr. Karl is a friend of ours, I'm glad you're here today."

After saying that, he took out a candy bag and handed it to the police officer: "Thank you for your hard work, and Merry Christmas."

The police officer quickly took off his hat and thanked him helplessly: "You're welcome, ma'am. This is our duty. Now that the person has been brought here, we will leave first."

Although he said he had left, he was actually working overtime and staying nearby, keeping a distance from Carl within his sight at all times, to prevent any situation in his country from causing any negative impact.

"Walk slowly."

"Thank you." Carl also took out a box of crumpled cigarettes and handed it to the police officer with a little reluctance.

This cigarette came from the Northern Alliance President Vichi. I didn’t have time to pick up a few packs when I came back this time. This is the last half pack.

The police officer took it speechlessly. He couldn't understand the language spoken by the visitor, nor did he know the value. In addition, he was resentful of being forced to work overtime on Christmas, so he could only give a perfunctory thank you.

Carl was also a policeman, but he never expected that one day he would become the person he hated. Alas.

Hedwig looked at Carl and said, "It's cold outside, come in."

Karl didn't hesitate and went straight into the house.

"Teacher?" Several students poked their heads out of the kitchen and looked at Carl curiously and asked.

"This is Karl from the Northern Alliance." Hedwig did not need much introduction. The Grace apprentices of the Grace Tower had special courses to learn about the world's extraordinary people.

"Necromancer Karl?!" a young girl couldn't help but shout out, then quickly covered her mouth.

"If possible, you can call me Captain Red." Carl didn't care too much, but still promoted a nickname he liked.

"Um, sorry, Captain Carl!" the girl quickly made amends.

Hedwig took off his apron and said, "You guys prepare the ingredients according to the recipe first. I have something to talk to Karl about. If he doesn't come out at six o'clock, you guys try to cook first."

Carl calmly picked up the bottle of vodka, but it was taken away by Hedwig the next second.

"Mr. Karl, this is the wine my students sent me. Let's have it together at dinner." Hedwig looked at him with a smile.

Karl felt a little uneasy, as he always felt that Hedwig seemed to have changed a lot since the first time he met him. He was obviously very taciturn at that time.

"it is good."

Karl would not be so tactless as to ask for help, and followed Hedwig into a room.

It was like a mini research room inside, with something like a dissection table in the middle.

"I had a fight with Heath. His tactics were a bit strange and my wounds have not healed. That's why I wanted you to help me. If I run into him in the future, I'll be prepared."

Carl undressed consciously and lay on the dissection table.

Hedwig put on the equipment and walked closer to observe the wound.

"Corrosion, pain, and confusion." Hedwig's words left Karl stunned.

Can you see so many things at a glance?
And why can a wound reveal the emotion of confusion?
She took some blood and then used healing techniques to treat Carl.

Carl felt a coolness in his chest and the pain quickly disappeared.

But Hedwig's brows became more and more furrowed.

"This injury is unusual."

(End of this chapter)