Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 77 Four vs. Four

"Master Steve, what should we do with him?"

Seeing Emlyn's silence, the man lost interest and turned to Steve, who didn't look too well, and asked respectfully.

Steve's pale face didn't change at all, and he even had a hint of impatience. He just tilted his head slightly, looked at the vampire with disdain, and then gave an order indifferently:

"Later, use him to complete the sacrifice."

Sacrifice, what sacrifice?!
Emlyn's silent heart was once again filled with strong emotions. Even though he was alone, he couldn't help but excitedly question, "What do you mean? You want it. Ah——!"

Before Emlyn could finish, two icicles had already brushed his cheek and sunk deep into the wall beside him. A chilling air rose up, causing the vampire, who had only recently reached adulthood and was inexperienced in the world, to scream in fear.

Emlyn looked tremblingly at the culprit, the bald man wrapped in a black robe standing farthest away from him. The other party cast a vicious and bloodthirsty look at him without any concealment.

The "zombie" Zanger withdrew his hand and winked at the "werewolf" beside him. The latter immediately prepared to step forward to pick up the sacrifice in front of him and prepare to enter the blood bank to hold the ceremony under the leadership of Steve.

But at this moment.

boom--!
A gunshot broke the silence of the long night.

The "werewolf" who was about to approach Emlyn suddenly had a bloody bullet hole on his brain, followed by heart-wrenching pain and hysterical abuse.

Steve's gaze lingered on the "werewolf" for a moment before he immediately looked away. He narrowed his eyes slightly and then put on a cold smile.
"Sharon, Maric."

Ding Ding Deng!
Loud and violent footsteps echoed in the corridor. Soon, a figure rushed towards Zanger at a speed comparable to that of a steam train, like an afterimage, and brought the zombie and himself to a place a few dozen meters away.

Steve, who had transformed into a hazy, elusive shadow, was stunned when he saw that Maric's target wasn't him. He then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you made the right bet."

As expected, during the few seconds when the "zombie" Zang was restrained by Maric, an ancient door covered with mysterious patterns appeared in front of the two of them and gradually opened a gap.

In the gap, pairs of arms, some pale, some transparent, some covered with teeth, some bloody and skinless, crossed the void and stretched out in the direction of the two "zombies".

Maric, who had been prepared, followed the plan and finally withstood a few of Zanger's counterattacks. Then, enduring the severe pain and anger in his heart, he jumped to the side and avoided the big hands that were grabbing at him.

As these huge hands grabbed the target, the indescribable eyes in the gaps narrowed slightly, mocking, grinning, and trembling, desperately preparing to drag the "zombie" Zang into it.

After struggling in vain, Zanger immediately tried to save himself. He reached into his pocket and untied the spiritual barrier that had been set in place. The next moment, crimson moonlight filled the entire area.

Sharon's figure gradually emerged beside Maric. She was touching the wall, as if supporting her body, a small task that she could easily do in the past, was now out of reach.

Maric half-knelt on the ground, his teeth clenched, his eyes filled with madness, and his condition was also worrying.

“Hahahaha, hahahahaha——!” Seeing the two opponents in such a miserable state under the “Crimson Moon Corona”, Zanger opened his voice and mocked them loudly, while moving his body more vigorously, trying to break free from the restraint of this door.

"Zanger——!"

Steve's roar, tinged with anger, made Zanger suddenly stunned. He looked at his leader not far away with some confusion, not understanding why the other party suddenly got angry.

At this moment, two whispers sounded:
"Ember!" x2
Click!

Amid the sound of shattering iron sheets, two golden residual flames stained the crimson moonlight with some of their own color, and then quickly and silently disappeared without leaving any trace.

The ferocity and madness in Maric's eyes faded, and he stood up as if he was completely unaffected. Sharon also slowly withdrew her hand that was supporting the wall, and it seemed that she had regained the strength to move a little.

No, they can handle a full moon!
Zanger's eyes widened, and it was not until this moment that he understood why Steve was so angry: the opponent came to him on his own, obviously relying on something, but after he had been controlled and gained the upper hand, he did not even hand over the "Crimson Moon Corona" to his teammates in time!
The situation did not allow him time to reflect or apologize. The "zombie" even forgot to struggle. He gathered all his strength and threw the miniature crimson full moon in his hand towards his teammates.

There was still only calmness in Sharon's azure eyes. Her swaying and flowing eyes quickly caught sight of the "Crimson Moon Corona" flying rapidly in the air, and then she disappeared from the spot.

"Embers." At the same time, the "Ghost" Steve, who was wearing a tuxedo and a dark red cloak, narrowed his eyes, muttered the word he had just heard, and his body quickly disappeared.

boom!
The fierce sound of fists colliding was heard in the middle of the corridor. Steve and Sharon's bodies turned from virtual to real, and they both grabbed the crimson miniature full moon at the same time. The other fists that collided with each other continued to be deadlocked.

The situation, which was originally evenly matched, was broken because Sharon's fingers grasping the "Crimson Moon Corona" began to tremble, and gradually moved closer to the other side.

"Heh." Steve narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "It seems that the spell didn't work as well as you expected, Sharon."

After a very short silence, Sharon said calmly:

"This is within expectations."

Steve's already serious expression became serious again. He was about to take back the "Crimson Moon Crown" immediately and observe the battlefield again, but his spiritual intuition made him immediately notice the darkness gathering around him as if it had life.

Pitch-black chains immediately shot out from it.

There was a flash of surprise in Steve's eyes, and his slightly loose hands clenched here. His expression became a little distorted due to anger, but in the end he did not enter the "ghost" state to avoid it, and he took on the constraints of these chains.

After confirming that the chains had no other effects, Steve immediately turned his head, looked through the two "werewolfs" who were rushing over, and continued to look into the distance. Finally, he found Philip who had freed the vampire from his restraints.

Philip raised his hand and patted Emlyn White on the shoulder, praising him generously: "As expected of a Sequence 7 vampire, you seem to be quite useful."

Hiss. Emlyn, whose wound was touched, gasped and was about to retort, but the gun pointed at him forced him to force a smile. "Sir, can I leave now?"

(End of this chapter)