"Bang!"
A sudden gunshot rang out, and a blood hole appeared on the tall man's arm. Surprisingly, the blood hole began to heal at a visibly rapid pace, even the bullet lodged in his flesh was slowly pushed out, but fortunately, his left hand, which was prepared to kill Dexter, also dropped down.
The gun was fired by Jack. After the last bullet was spent, he discarded Marcus's handgun and quickly rushed forward with a dagger. Marcus followed suit without hesitation, knowing that if they didn't fight now, they might never have another chance. Once the army of living corpses surged forward, it would be a certain death!
What was most unexpected was that the seemingly ordinary Jack ran faster than the transformed Dexter by half a beat. Almost simultaneously with the gunshot, he reached the tall man. With his right hand, he thrust a sharp cross-shaped dagger directly towards the man's heart, while his left hand raised another completely black folding knife aimed at the man's head.
The corners of the tall man's mouth curled into a disdainful sneer, his eyes suddenly widening. The same move left both Jack and Marcus frozen in place, along with the unexpected black folding knife, eerily suspended in mid-air, sending chills down their spines!
The tall and thin person looked at Jack with a mocking smile, extending a long finger to gently flick the folding knife in front of him, and taunted, "Foolish, foolish, do you really think you can kill me with that? Since you know this body belongs to Glass, you should understand that I can fully utilize his abilities, and even better than he does. Yet you still dare to step within my two-meter attack range. It seems none of you grave robbers have a functioning brain; you're all a bunch of idiots!"
"Really?"
To everyone's surprise, it was Dexter, who had long been bound and unable to move, that spoke up. Suddenly, Dexter inexplicably regained the ability to move, and with a swift motion, he extended his claws, which were as strong as steel pincers, and seized the right arm of the tall, thin individual. In the next moment, Dexter leaped into the air, wrapping his legs tightly around the tall individual's neck, executing a textbook-perfect cross-lock that left the tall individual completely immobilized on the ground.
"I think you are the fool! Go die!"
Dexter was already filled with rage, and this time he used all his strength. With a loud "crack," he actually pulled down the entire right arm of the tall, thin figure, while his head was also in a strange position, with the back of his head touching his own back.
As soon as the tall and thin Jack and Marcus were released, Jack wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and picked up the dagger from the ground. He had just used his special ability to free Dexter from his restraints, which had taken quite a toll on him. Holding the dagger, he coldly stared at the four people who were still in a daze and sneered, saying, "Your lord marquis is dead. How do you little skinning demons plan to die?"
The first to react was the wild woman with her upper body bare. She suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud and pleaded desperately, "Please don't kill me. We were forced to do this by that skinning walker. Otherwise, we wouldn't have the courage to touch you. Please, I beg you, don't kill me!"
Peelers is a derogatory term for this special blood clan. They are a rare existence among the blood clan, capable of attaching their own soul to another by consuming the thick, dark red blood of their target, thereby gaining control over the target's body. This makes them skilled at espionage or assassination. Fortunately, peelers generally possess weak abilities; among the five ranks of the blood clan—dukes, marquesses, earls, viscounts, and barons—they usually only reach the rank of earl, which is already quite impressive. However, once they reach the level of the recently deceased marquis, it becomes a terrifying disaster for any human!
The scene was extremely tense. The wild woman kneeling on the ground saw Jack remain silent while tightening her grip on her dagger. She immediately understood that he was about to make a move, so she hurriedly threw herself at Dexter's feet, who was still holding onto the incomplete corpse, and pleaded loudly, "Dexter, please let Jack spare me. Dexter, I am your woman! How can you bear to kill me? Dexter... you?"
Jack saw that Dexter had been silent while tightly gripping the incomplete body of the tall, thin figure. Jack thought Dexter was just venting and didn't pay much attention to him. However, at that moment, Dexter suddenly began to convulse violently, as if he were having a seizure, foaming at the mouth and curling up into a ball.
"Dexter, what's wrong with you?" Marcus stepped forward, ready to check on him, but at that moment, Dexter flipped over and stood up by himself. Just when Marcus thought he was fine, Dexter suddenly attacked him without any warning.
Dexter's speed was incredibly swift as he aimed directly for Marcus's heart. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a section of distance between them, and Marcus hurriedly managed to block it with his hand, Dexter's punch would have surely taken Marcus's life. Even so, Marcus was still sent flying five or six meters by the punch, his chest caving in significantly, and he let out a "wow" before spitting out a large mouthful of hot blood and passing out.
"Oh dear~ I was really careless, almost got killed by that kid Dexter!" 'Dexter' slowly looked at the shocked Jack and said leisurely, "I never expected that you actually had the ability to break the mental restraints I placed on Dexter. It seems we were too lacking in our previous understanding of you!"
"How is that possible? How could you occupy Dexter's body without drinking blood?" Jack took a cautious step back, looking at the other person with great apprehension.
"In the dictionary of our blood clan, there is no such word as impossible!" Dexter shrugged casually and said with a wicked smile, "Do you know what a marquis is? That is something your insignificant human kind can never aspire to!"
"Hmph~ I would like to experience it!" Jack suddenly flipped his wrist, drawing the dagger and charging forward, directly engaging Dexter in close combat.
Jack is completely confident that he can defeat Dexter on his own, but what he is facing now is a Dexter controlled by the blood clan's marquis. After a few exchanges, Jack quickly shows signs of being overwhelmed. The combat power exhibited by this blood clan marquis is actually more than double that of Dexter himself. Coupled with the interference from the four little skinning demons nearby, Jack soon finds himself at a disadvantage.
"Bang~"
Lin was knocked away by a punch from Dexter, crashing into a large tree with a thud. The already withered leaves of Marcus's tree flew everywhere, and Jack felt as if his whole body had fallen apart. A sweet taste filled his mouth, and he ended up vomiting a mouthful of hot fresh blood.
"You are destined to die here today! The smell of thick dark red blood is truly different!" Dexter stepped forward, and Jack, whether it was an illusion or not, could see the sharp claws of Dexter glinting with a cold light. He summoned his strength, wanting to charge forward again, but a bone-deep pain suddenly surged from his chest. He let out a muffled groan, and everything before his eyes went dark. He felt a jolt in his heart, realizing that he had at least three broken ribs, and the internal injuries were far more serious than he had anticipated.
Dexter looked at Jack, who was still struggling to resist, with the eyes of a victor. Jack's eyes were bloodshot; although he was trying his best to fight back, the strength within his body was slipping away from him step by step. Just as Jack gritted his teeth and prepared to fight desperately at any cost, a disdainful voice suddenly rang out.
"Hmph, you want us dead? I'm afraid you're not qualified for that!"
Marcus, who had been unconscious for a long time, unexpectedly came to life at this time. He wiped the hot blood from the corner of his mouth with a sinister smile, picked up the dropped dagger and quickly slit his wrist, and then, a kind of words that people could not understand at all came out. Slowly came out of his mouth, and the hot blood dripped down Marcus' wrist. The drop after drop on the muddy ground was exactly the same as the speed of his heartbeat, and it actually formed a special rhythm in conjunction with his words.
"No, Marcus, what are you doing? Quick... stop your life calling." Jack used the last strength of his body to shout loudly to Marcus. From his incredible eyes, it could be seen that Marcus was doing something very terrible.
When Dexter heard the four words "call of life", his body that had no sense of touch trembled unconsciously, and then he shouted wildly, "You are fucking crazy. You died tragically and will be reincarnated one day, but you will be tortured in the fire of hell for the rest of your life... Stop it, you madman"
Dexter was scared. He wanted to rush forward and tear this crazy human into pieces, but now he was suppressed by a mysterious force and couldn't even move his fingers. Even his throat could only gradually make a "clucking" sound. He looked at Marcus in horror as he made a desperate move.
"You bitch, you finally know what you're afraid of. I'm going to kill you bastard even if I'm tortured in hell forever, haha~ Devil boy, come out and kill him for me." Marcus laughed crazily. At this time, in front of him, a mysterious circular pattern shining with dark red light slowly appeared.
Originally, there was nothing in the pattern, and it was very quiet and nothing unusual. However, as the green flames slowly rose up in the pattern, it was enough to scare people. The pale green fire made people unable to feel the slightest bit of warmth. Instead, it gave people a kind of coldness and fear coming from the soul. This is exactly what comes from the Nine Nether Hells - Hell Fire.