Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 78 Labor

"Let's go?" Philip's lips curled into a smile as he reached up to touch his monocle. His calm, slightly amused tone concealed an unspeakable allure.

"At this perfect opportunity for revenge, is all you can think about is running away, you noble vampire?"

Emlyn was initially speechless, but upon hearing that the other party acknowledged his noble vampire status, his mind went blank, and he blurted out, "Of course not! I'll make them pay!"

However, he regretted it as soon as he said it. The two werewolves who hadn't gone far ahead had already noticed the threat and quickly launched an attack.

Snap, snap.

Philip patted Emlyn White on the shoulder as if to reassure him, and while the other was still confused, he immediately pushed him in front of the "werewolf" who had previously mocked the vampire, and then clapped his hands.

"Good luck, it's up to you now."

"Me?!" Emlyn pointed to himself, his face full of disbelief. Just as he was about to say something, Philip rushed forward first, adding:

"Don't blame me for not warning you, if you don't deal with them, either they will find you and kill you, or the official extraordinary individuals will discover you. Either way, the outcome will be bad."

Emlyn's facial muscles twitched. Although he still felt some resistance, his body showed no sign of turning around and running away, which undoubtedly indicated his attitude.

"Oh."

Philip's words naturally reached the ears of the "werewolf" who was mocking Emlyn. He snorted disdainfully, preparing to teach the vampire another lesson, but suddenly found that many bats had appeared around him.

After finally managing to trick a laborer into delaying the enemy's fighting force for free, Philip drew his revolver and pulled the trigger directly at the "werewolf" in front of him, whose old wounds had not yet healed.

boom! boom! boom!

Three bullets were fired in succession. Two of them were narrowly dodged, but one still pierced the "werewolf's" arm, completely igniting the already simmering rage within him.

However, at that moment...

"appease"!

A soft light flickered in Philip's pupils behind his monocle. The "werewolf," who was about to completely erupt and enter a berserk mode, stopped and looked at his hands in surprise, seemingly not understanding what had gone wrong.

Bang Bang Bang!

Time gave him no chance. Philip ruthlessly emptied the magazine and, as if he were prepared, fired three bullets into the opponent's body, piercing vital areas such as the chest, groin, and neck.

The crimson blood, still incredibly conspicuous under the scarlet moonlight, flowed down the "werewolf's" body in streams. Just as the werewolf was about to struggle, Philip's hand, covered in black and green flames, slapped down on his forehead.

Bright red blood mixed with a little blackish-green flowed from the corpse that had fallen to the ground, covered in wounds and whose features were completely unrecognizable.

Philip withdrew his gaze and turned to look behind him, only to find that the vampire, whom he had already underestimated and did not expect to be of much use, was now performing beyond his expectations once again.

That guy is almost at his limit!

I've only been gone for about half a minute.

Philip's eyelids twitched as he glanced at Emlyn White, who was being beaten and running away with his head in his hands. In the end, he didn't have any intention of helping him and turned his attention directly to the last and most important enemy on the field—Steve.

At this moment, due to the continuous effects of the full moon, the already mismatched effectiveness of the "Ember" spell was quickly extinguished, causing Sharon to lose in the battle for the "Crimson Crown" and be thrown away.

Having successfully dealt with the "zombie" Zang, Maric followed closely behind, lunging forward, ready to continue struggling and snatch the crimson full moon from the other's hand.

Steve slowly opened his mouth in response.

Not long after, a shrill, piercing, and terrifying scream suddenly came from his mouth, echoing in the corridor, like an unstoppable flood or ferocious beast surging into the ears of everyone present, and even penetrating their brains.

"appease"!

"Embers!" x2

At the critical moment, Philip, Sharon Marich, and the other two used their respective abilities to quickly recover from the effects of the "Wraith's Scream" and looked back at Steve, who had already mastered the crimson moonlight.

A chilling wind suddenly swirled around them, and countless shadowy figures rushed out from behind Steve, heading straight for Philip, who was alone in the corridor, seemingly preparing to eliminate the weakest target besides the vampire.

Clang!

The corridor windows shattered one after another, and more than a dozen zombies jumped through the windows, blocking the shadowy figures and engaging in a fierce battle, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Seeing that the battle was dragging on and that his last remaining helper, the werewolf, was being held back by the vampire, Steve narrowed his eyes, a dim light flickering in his dark green pupils.

Suddenly, under the crimson moonlight shining in his palm, his spiritual intuition abruptly stirred, his pupils contracted sharply, and his gaze fell on Philip, who was loading a revolver.

"So it was you."

The cold, heavy murmur was drowned out by the commotion of Emlyn's battle with the "werewolf" not far away, failing to attract the attention of the people present. However, Steve's gaze remained fixed on Philip, which was enough to say a lot.

Sharon used "Ember" again to bring herself to the best possible condition. Then, taking advantage of the moment when her opponent was not paying attention, she opened her tightly clenched right hand, making her palm face the enemy.

Endless radiance burst forth, quickly weaving into the double bronze gate covered with mysterious symbols and patterns.

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

A sudden gust of wind swept through the silent corridor, and echoing screams, cries, and shouts emanated from the cracks in the bronze doors, along with disgusting arms reaching out.

A sudden surge of spiritual awareness drew Steve's attention back to what was behind him. Just as he was about to take action, a gentle voice suddenly rang in his ears:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The rebellious spirit, which had just been stirred up, paused for a moment and even felt a long-lost sense of peace.

However, in that instant, the arm and tentacles that were already almost touching him seized their target!

The chill emanating from the crack in the door made Steve grit his teeth. After failing to enter the "vengeful spirit" state, he used his terrifying strength to struggle against the restraints binding him.

Given enough time—no, even just a dozen seconds—without being disturbed by other factors, he could break free from the gate's constraints, wield the "Crimson Moon Crown," and once again move freely and easily on the field.

But the truth is that all the demon hunter bullets Philip has collected from Tingen, and Marich's perfectly timed attacks with frost abilities and death spells, have once again plunged Steve into a dangerous tug-of-war.

(End of this chapter)