Chapter 237 Chapter 234 Cats and Mice (Part Two)
Akanis ran very quickly; his body was agile and nimble, swinging from tree branches like a monkey at times, and sprinting between branches with all four limbs like a cheetah at others.
Even Jima felt she could not compare.
But no matter how fast he ran on his limbs, it could not match the speed of the flying black horse carriage, and the distance between them was getting shorter.
The big white bald-headed man, riding in the black horse carriage, waved the blood-colored longsword in his hand, showing his fangs to the witch-hunter Akanis, roaring like a beast.
This big white bald head shouted with hatred, “Damn little thief! I’m going to drain your blood!”
Invisible Jima flew to Akanis’s side and asked, “Do you need help right now?”
“Of course! My good friend.”
“Then you must help me steal something.”
“That’s a given!” Akanis said, “With the two of us together, we definitely can take down this brainless bald idiot.”
“What did you do to provoke him?”
“I just burned down his castle and stole some things.”
“What’s his strength like?” Just as Jima finished speaking, a bone spear emitting a blood-red aura shot towards Akanis with a whoosh.
Akanis braced himself with all fours, dodging to the side as the bone spear grazed past him, breaking a dead tree in its path.
“He’s strong! I even stabbed him in the kidneys twice.”
“Good, I’ll help you,” Jima said. “Do you have anything that is closely related to him?”
“I do.” Akanis produced an item in his hand and threw it in the direction of Jima’s voice.
Jima caught it and looked at it; it turned out to be a human kidney. She immediately felt grateful for her habit of wearing gloves.
“When you can’t run anymore, I will take action.”
“Quickly!”
Jima flapped her wings and flew to the other side, gradually ascending into the sky. Her gaze locked onto the enraged big white bald head; this midnight noble must have lost his head in anger, chasing after Akanis away from the main force.
He should learn a lesson.
Jima began to spread her curses; she used various weak mediums, such as Akanis’s silhouette and a certain dead tree, to deliver various curses to the big white bald head and his small troop. She avoided using “strong media” so as not to alert the big white bald head.
One curse, two curses, three curses…
Jima seemed to see ten or more black lines dwelling on the big white bald head and his undead army through various weak mediums.
The black horse carriage and swarm of bats had drawn closer to Akanis, with only about twenty meters between them. The big white bald head, standing atop the black horse carriage, pointed his sword at Akanis, yelling, “Catch that thief!”
The bat creatures, about the size of small dogs, showed their white sharp teeth and rushed at and surrounded the witch-hunter Akanis.
Akanis drew his knife, slicing one bat in half on the left, and killed another with his right hand. However, the bats were too numerous; they swarmed over him again, and one bat managed to break through his guard and bit at Akanis.
Quickly, Akanis stuffed his left prosthetic into its mouth and slammed it against a tree trunk, causing the bat to squeal and die instantly. He used the bat as a buffer and landed on the ground.
Though the small, dog-sized bats couldn’t seriously harm Akanis, they did slow him down.
Three bat demons, each the size of a carriage, surrounded Akanis and emitted piercing shrieks.
The horse lantern on the black horse carriage cast a ghostly green light onto Akanis.
The big white bald head jumped down directly from the twenty-meter-high black horse carriage: “Finally caught you!”
“Is it really necessary to make such a big show? Hey, you vampire, you’re so strong, probably nearly a thousand years old, right? Why are you still so irritable at such an age? What happened to your elegance? Your composure?”
“When I chop off your limbs and slowly drain your blood,” the big white bald head replied, “I will retrieve the things you’ve stolen and slowly tell you why.”
As he spoke, he entered a combat state. The illusion around him vanished, revealing his true appearance: his high, sharp nose was rotten, exposing two nostrils. His elastic face was decayed and full of wrinkles. Only his bald head remained as white and smooth as ever.
Akanis cut down a bat that had sneaked up from behind, grinning broadly as he said:
“Fool, your rotten brain really isn’t working well. Sigma has brought me to you; did you think I stopped to duel with you?”
The big white bald head showed his sharp white teeth and raised his hand to adjust the angle of the three bat demons: “The brains of livestock always think they’re very smart… Go!”
With a roar, the three bat demons surged forward along with the screaming swarm of bats, attacking Akanis from all sides.
The big white bald head stood to the side like a lurking shadow, watching for the right moment to kill Akanis.
But suddenly, the malicious curse erupted; the joints in the bat demons’ arms and legs swelled up, slowing their movements, while the bats appeared lethargic, as if they had a fever.
Akanis easily cut his way through. He suddenly appeared behind a bat demon, drove his twin blades into its back neck, and pulled out the blades. The bat demon threw its head back in a terrible scream, flames and blue smoke erupting from the wound.
He kicked off, weaving through the bats, and launched himself at another bat demon. Although the latter was suffering from the curse, it charged at Akanis with fury, causing Akanis to slow down momentarily before trying to attack from behind.
The big white bald head moved like lightning, swinging his sword at Akanis, the blade gleaming with blood light.
Invisible Jima held onto the kidney, cursing with all her might.
The big white bald head suddenly felt a chill at his side; the old pain from past humiliation surged through his lower back, causing him to stagger. He gritted his teeth and struck at Akanis, but his sword sliced through empty air—Akanis’s figure had merely been an illusion, and the blood-red blade crashed into the bat demon’s body, cleaving through the blocking bones.
The bat demon, the size of a carriage, died on the spot, disintegrating into ashes.
“Stealing your kidney again!”
Akanis held a curved dagger in one hand and drew out a blessed dagger, stabbing it into the big white bald head’s lower back.
But the smooth red gemstone ring on the big white bald head’s hand flashed with light. A ghostly blue **demon appeared in the flash, lunging towards Akanis to seize control of his body. The holy paper on Akanis started to burn, and he momentarily froze.
Just as the big white bald head aimed to execute Akanis, an axe spear appeared, slamming its hammerhead on his head, delivering a hard jolt to him.
Jima felt as if she had struck a steel ball; it didn’t cause much damage but drew the big white bald head’s attention. Seizing the opportunity, Akanis kicked back to create distance and deftly threw a flying knife, extinguishing the ghostly green light of the horse lantern.
At the same time, Jima landed on the other side.
“Is this your ridiculous ambush?” The big white bald head stood side by side with the female demon, a trickle of blood running down his big white head. The bats circled the sky, the bat demons roared, and the coachman of the black horse carriage lit a new lantern.
The big white bald head glared at the slender Jima and said, “A weak helper dares to ambush me.”
The kidney in Jima’s hand emitted blue smoke, turning to ash and falling from her fingers.
“It seems now that my numbers are greater and my strength is superior,” the big white bald head said, thanking the female demon, “Thank you for deigning to hunt the thief with me.”
Jima replied, “I think we are stronger here.”
Suddenly, the ground trembled, and a zombie dragon emerged from the ground, with decayed dust flowing from its rotting dragon scales.
The big white bald head stood atop the zombie dragon, saying, “I almost forgot I have a mount. Now what?”
“You should ask me, vampire.”
George jumped out from behind a tree next to Jima, clad in ultra-gothic armor, radiating a faint white light, wielding a golden massive sword. The divine grace and powerful positive energy emanating from him made the big white bald head feel uneasy.
“Who are you?”
“They call me George the Dragon Slayer.”
Ten minutes later.
When the Black Knights rode up, they found their master, the big white bald head, nailed to a tree trunk with a wooden stake beside him, a decayed dragon’s head lying nearby, and the body of the zombie dragon was burning.
The big white bald head roared and cursed, claiming that once he revived, he would teach these three a lesson. Before he could finish his threats, Akanis poured holy oil over him and stuffed a torch into his mouth, engulfing the big white bald head in flames.
Puffs of dust flowed from the Black Knights’ armor, their movements sluggish as if filled with lead. They charged towards the three living beings, but halfway through, their skeletal frames collapsed, falling to the ground, the flame of souls in their eyes extinguished.
“Wow! The vampire army arrives quickly and departs just as fast.”
After urinating on the skull of the big white bald head, Akanis shook himself and fastened his belt.
Jima reminded him, “Remember your promise.”
Akanis turned around and nonchalantly said, “Of course I remember, we are the best of friends.”
“Alright, let’s sign.” Jima took the paper from George and handed it to Akanis, saying, “Sign it in the presence of the God of Dawn, and then drop some blood.”
Akanis’s eyes widened as he said, “We’re the best of friends, how can you not trust me like this? Besides, I believe in Sigma; how could I touch anything related to the God of Dawn—”
George raised his gleaming golden sword.
“Alright, we need to honor the spirit of the contract.”
George said, “I hope you won’t breach it.”
“Hah, I certainly don’t want to end up like Pharis.”
After the contract was signed, Akanis said irritably, “Alright, you two lovebirds can leave now. Don’t hinder this witch-hunter’s work.”
George had wanted to leave long ago. Before he departed, he habitually checked his belongings, his expression darkening as he reached out his hand towards Akanis, saying, “Return my things.”
Akanis tossed George’s wallet back to him, saying, “I just wanted to see if there were any love tokens from other women in this respectable person’s wallet.”
“You’re lying.”
George dropped that line and vanished into thin air.
Akanis turned to Jima: “Why aren’t you leaving yet? We’ve already divided the spoils.”
“I’m curious to see what good stuff you stole from the big white bald head.”
“I don’t know either.” Akanis revealed a bronze key: “I found it on him. I stole a big treasure chest; God knows what good stuff is in there, making those vampires chase me every day, and now he’s here.”
“Quick, let’s go see, let’s go see.”
So, under the moonlight, they eagerly ran to the place where Akanis buried the treasure chest.
It was a treasure chest corroded by time, quite large, and Jima curled up inside barely fitting. The chest had shallow chisel marks on it; Akanis said, “This chest is enchanted; it can’t be broken no matter how hard you hit it.”
“Can’t you pick the lock either?”
“Can’t.”
Akanis inserted the key into the lock.
Jima quickly retreated more than ten steps.
“What are you doing?”
“In case there’s a curse, only you will suffer,” Jima said. “I’m being cautious.”
“Coward.” Akanis unlocked it and opened the lid.
There was no curse; aided by the dim moonlight, he leaned over to see the contents and cursed, “Damn, a doll? Those noble vampires really are perverts.”
In her anger, Jima stepped forward. To her surprise, she found a silver-haired girl curled up inside the chest, appearing to be about the same age as her. The moonlight shone on her delicate side profile; her features were exquisitely doll-like, wearing an old-fashioned gothic maid outfit.
Her large eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly before slowly opening, revealing blood-red pupils reflecting Akanis’s image. Her lips moved slightly, murmuring ancient phrases.
Akanis quickly grabbed the stake and forcefully drove it down.
