Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 42 The Chase

"Good job, cutie!"

Seeing this, Daly didn't hold back her praise and said excitedly, but the somewhat speechless address still made Philip, who was immersed in the phantom pain, feel a little at a loss.

He shook his head, ignoring it, and looked at Jason, whose face had darkened not far away. He secretly admired the brilliance of his own idea, since the biggest threat to the two of them was precisely the terrifying defense of the "zombies".

Not only can it withstand bullets and even artillery shells like steel, but as long as its brain isn't shattered, even if other parts of its body are breached, it won't be fatal. It's not afraid of drowning or fire, and it can ignore a lot of magic.

Moreover, when the opponent uses that extreme speed, which is comparable to a steam train, and that powerful strength, they will have to think twice, since there is no longer a corresponding physical strength to back them up!

Thinking this, and feeling his body almost completely renewed, Philip didn't hesitate at all and ran forward to crash directly into Jason's body.

Jason gritted his teeth, preparing to use his extraordinary power to fight back, but at this moment the weariness that had been building up in his mind was suddenly triggered, and his eyelids, which were already struggling to stay open, closed involuntarily.

Just as his sense of crisis forced him to keep his eyes open, his gaze suddenly shifted upwards, revealing a breathtaking view of azure sky and pure white clouds. What followed was a powerful punch.

Feeling the excruciating pain in his face, Jason's eyes burned even brighter. He clenched his fists, wanting to retaliate, but two thick tree roots suddenly burst forth from the soil, wrapping around his neck and tightly binding and squeezing him.

No matter how angry Jason was, it was no use in the short term. He could only endure the heavy blow to his forehead and then try to break the tree branch with both hands.

Seeing that the situation on the field had stabilized, Klein did not rush to help. He gently and carefully led Dunn, who was in a nightmare state, away from the danger zone. He stopped when they were about twenty meters away and started walking back on his own.

It wasn't that he didn't want to get away, but unfortunately, the weapon in his hand at that moment was a pistol, not a rifle. The shooting practice a few days ago made him realize that if the distance reached more than ten meters, shooting would be very difficult, let alone more than twenty meters.

boom! boom! boom!

Klein unleashed a torrent of bullets from his pistol, hoping to take advantage of the heightened effects of "Werewolf" Tyr's triple sleep effect and inflict as much damage as possible.

Several bullets pierced Tyre's body, leaving several bleeding bullet holes. As he breathed heavily, dark red blood flowed out.

However, Klein frowned deeply, because in his vision, the flesh near Tyr's wound was beginning to grow at a slow, yet clearly perceptible pace.

Self-healing ability!

Klein knew a protracted battle was ahead. He touched the ample supply of bullets in his pocket, then closed his fingers, took out six bullets, and reloaded them into his revolver.

After doing all this, he raised his gun, held his breath, aimed at the enemy's vital parts, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled the trigger.

boom--!

Amidst the splatter of blood, the werewolf Tyr began to howl ferociously and maniacally. Black hair had already begun to grow on his body, and blood gushed from his right eye, which had been shot out, but it was quickly and brutally covered up.

hit!

Klein's eyes widened, but before he could feel any joy, the monster, its entire body covered in black fur, charged toward him, the ground trembling with the force of its rage.

Oh no, we have to hurry! Klein immediately made a decision, trying to run back and push Dunn away to avoid this attack. Compared to being disturbed in his Nightmare state, this attack would be much more dangerous if it hit the opponent!

However, before he could act, "Midnight Poet" Siga stopped chanting, stepped forward, and, disregarding the risk of being contaminated by the venomous claws, knocked Tyr to the side, causing him to stumble aside.

"Ms. Sika!"

Sega Teon reached out to stop Klein's worried shouts, then stared intently at the monster before him, drew his specially made revolver, and prepared to fire.

However, Tyrell's howl gradually subsided, and his crimson eyes, hidden beneath his black bristles, met those of Jason, who had finally torn apart the tree roots and kicked Philip away.

The two nodded almost imperceptibly to each other, then turned around and began to flee swiftly and resolutely.

Klein hastily fired two shots, both of which missed. By the time he tried to aim carefully again, his opponent had already moved out of range, leaving only a receding black silhouette.

With the Night Watchers now in control of the battle, two troublesome enemies escaped, and the question of what to do next became a problem for the group once again.

If even one of them were to escape, the consequences would be obvious. Tingen would be in grave danger, as Sequence 6 or Sequence 7 extraordinary beings would be able to defeat them one by one, and there would be a high risk of mass casualties.

"Captain, you and Ms. Daly catch up with him, and the three of us will take care of the other one!" At this critical moment, Philip, whose mind had been opened by the fierce battle, pointed in the direction Jason had fled and spoke first.

He took out the pipe he had brought with him from the carriage and continued to explain:

"But there's no need to risk pressing too hard. Just make sure you don't lose them, because the rescue team from Mechanical Heart will be heading in the direction that 'werewolf' Tyr is running. We'll deal with him and then come to help you."

Dunn stared at Philip for several seconds, then looked at the enemy in the distance who was about to disappear from view, and finally said in a deep voice, "Alright, we'll use this method, but you all need to be careful too!"

Having made the decision, the night watch team split into two and went in different directions.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Tyre uttered angry words through clenched teeth, the roar of the steam train growing ever closer, but his mind remained undisturbed.

As reason returned, the black hairs on Tyr's body gradually disappeared, revealing his hideous, pale face.

Thanks to his powerful regenerative abilities, most of his wounds have stopped bleeding, but the horrifying wounds and bloodstains on his clothes remain, and his injured right eye is still bleeding blood.

boom!

A dull thud came from a tree a few meters away. Tyr frowned and noticed three people chasing closely behind him. Upon realizing that there was no Sequence 7, a thought struck him.

He then grimaced, pretending that his attention was diverted by the gunshot wound to his right leg, and his already slightly slow speed decreased imperceptibly, causing the distance between them to shrink continuously.

Seeing this, Sigia Teon frowned, fired a few tentative shots, and found that the other party always managed to avoid them by a hair's breadth. After wasting a few more moments, he finally spoke with certainty:

"Be careful, he's doing it on purpose."

(End of this chapter)