I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 539

That was the first thought that popped into the man's mind.

The battle between the corpse puppets and paper figures he had just controlled had left the entire restaurant in a mess, on the verge of collapse.

The temperature difference between the inside and outside creates convection, which in turn generates wind; this phenomenon is perfectly normal.

But the piercing whistling sound quickly shattered the man's assumption.

Realizing the reality, his face turned grim as he stared intently at the paper figure standing at the farthest point, keeping his distance.

"This mere paper doll actually knows magic!"

The paper figures were indeed unable to break through the layers of corpse puppet defenses in a short time using hand-to-hand combat skills, so they changed tactics. Among them, the three who were covering the strongest member kept their distance and used a strong wind spell.

Now we can be 100% certain who wrote this paper figure.

The ultimate target of this operation is Su Fan, whose most skilled technique is the terrifying and unpredictable wind manipulation.

The moment the man realized the other party's intentions, he immediately commanded the corpse puppets beside him to obstruct the other party's spellcasting.

Ideally, this would produce some kind of backlash, completely destroying these useless people.

He harbored a wicked and malicious expectation in his heart.

However, just as the paper figures could not break through the defenses of the corpse puppets, the corpse puppets could not advance even half a step under the fierce fighting skills of the paper figures.

The corrosive curse he released was miraculously broken by the prepared Vase Sister with her protective power.

【Oops! 】

The man sensed something was wrong and wanted to continue, but to his surprise, the paper figure's spell was already complete in just three breaths.

As he forcefully swung down his paper arm, a terrifying hurricane suddenly expanded and erupted on the scene.

The powerful impact sent all the corpse puppets flying. The man himself was prepared, and although he only took a few steps back, his face turned an unnatural flush.

He never expected that the colorless and formless wind could be so powerful; that blow just now felt like being hit in the chest by a train engine.

The paper doll's magic was inherited from its creator, but the effects of its magic were nowhere near comparable. Inheriting even a fraction of it was extremely rare.

For example, if the paper figure had a more refined grasp of magic, it could have condensed the turbulent wind into an incomparably sharp, invisible blade.

Cut everything, including the corpse puppets, into pieces.

However, the strength of the paper figure's magic can be used to infer the creator's power.

Just how terrifying was Su Fan before he was injured?

No, even if Su Fan is already seriously injured, killing a superhuman like himself would probably be effortless.

Thinking of this, the man was horrified, and the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.

We must not let them return alive!

On the other hand, Theresa was not overjoyed that the paper dolls had gained the upper hand.

Even paper dolls with high combat power, the ability to act autonomously, and even a certain tactical thinking are not without flaws.

Su Fan said that this was something he was trying to make, that is, an experimental product.

Since it is an experimental product, it will inevitably have shortcomings.

As the man was startled and lost in thought, Theresa, who had been keeping a close eye on them, noticed something amiss with the paper figures.

Their movements became sluggish, indicating that they had little spiritual power left.

The battle must be ended quickly.

Theresa glanced at the paper figure that remained motionless beside Anne, then stepped forward again.

This time, her movements were much faster than before.

Those not involved in the restaurant were either dead or had fled. The numerous undead puppets had also been mostly destroyed by the storm that had been building up; now was the perfect time to strike.

"Don't think about it!"

The man was merely shocked by the paper figure's unusual behavior; it did not mean he had lost his basic observational skills.

He reformed and melted his shattered bones and flesh, transforming them into several long, sharp bone whips. With wild, swirling movements, the remaining walls, dining tables, and other objects around him were sliced ​​into irregular pieces almost instantly. Without any instruction, the paper figures gathered before Theresa, buying her time to prepare for her miracle and clearing a path forward.

The bone whip was sharp, but the paper figures' bodies, enhanced by magic and spiritual power, were incredibly hard. When the two collided, they produced a piercing metallic clang and sparks flew everywhere!

The prolonged battle had taken its toll, causing the paper figures' defensive perimeter to gradually shrink, and they were even beginning to falter in the face of the corpse puppets' onslaught. For the first time in this battle, the man gained the upper hand.

However, the latter became increasingly anxious.

Theresa spoke at a steady pace, her chanting like a song, drifting through the space.

The momentum of the battlefield ahead was immense, but it could not drown out the commotion; on the contrary, it became clearer with the passage of time.

"help me……"

Suddenly a voice reached Theresa's ears.

The latter's hand trembled slightly, but he did not stop chanting.

From this point on, sounds continued to come from ahead.

"How could this be? Wasn't I just eating at the restaurant?"

"My chest hurts so much... My heart! Where did my heart go?"

"What's that on the other side? Paper figures? Ah! They've smashed people's heads!"

"Why is my body not obeying me! I don't want to fight them!"

"No! No! This hurts too much!"

Somehow, those corpses that had previously resembled puppets gradually regained their human-like appearance.

Not only did his face gradually regain color, but his eyes and expression also became indistinguishable from those of an ordinary person. His fearful screams and cries echoed in the space.

There was a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in Theresa's chanting.

The man's expression remained unchanged, but he inwardly sneered.

It worked!

Apart from the cardinals, the clergy of the Holy See were nothing but pedantic and foolish good-for-nothings. He merely used a little trick to make them imitate the mannerisms and speech of the living, and they were thrown into complete disarray.

He glanced at the remaining paper figures.

Apart from the "guard" who was constantly taking care of the unconscious woman, the remaining guards had their fighting strength greatly reduced.

If we delay a little longer, we can destroy all these obstacles, and then killing a clergyman who cannot instantly perform a miracle will be a piece of cake.

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

No, you can't laugh yet.

Victory can only be declared when the bone whip has completely dug through the tunnel and pierced through the body from bottom to top.

Before the man could think further, he heard Theresa's singing speed suddenly increase by a step!
Compared to the previous emotionless chanting, he could clearly sense the anger in it.

The surging holy power amplified the woman's voice, making it resonate throughout every corner of the place.

Just like the angels in the Bible who proclaim judgment, they are holy and full of majesty.

The sudden turn of events caused them to forget to continue controlling the corpse puppets to perform, so that all the cries and pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end, as if they had all been choked and could no longer make a sound.

These things could no longer continue their performance, because the shimmering light of miracles had completely overwhelmed them!

Under the intense holy light, the evil-born corpse puppet fell to the ground without resistance, no longer able to be driven to fight by the man.

The man who performed the spell had his pale skin burned and ulcerated, and his body was emitting black smoke.

The intense burning pain caused it to let out a wail.

Nevertheless, Theresa did not stop performing miracles.

The white light that filled the entire space only dissipated when he collapsed to the ground, barely alive.

(End of this chapter)