radicalducati Chapter 36: Because I won't give you much time
Chapter 36: Because I won't give you much time
"Help me..."
Upon seeing Lucas, Rachel instinctively wanted to call for help.
However, she immediately realized that the other person looked a year or two younger than her, and that if she spoke up, it could easily put the other person in a dangerous situation as well.
This is definitely not what she wanted to see.
Gritting her teeth, Rachel prepared to escape in another direction.
but--
"If you don't surrender, I'll kill him first!"
A mysterious figure in a black robe with a distinctive insignia on his chest stepped out, a cold, sharp spear protruding from his empty sleeve and pointing at Lucas.
"No." Rachel shook her head, her left foot, which had just stepped out, had to be pulled back.
"Let him go. It has nothing to do with him. He's just an innocent person."
"Then come with us." The mysterious man in black robes sounded hurried, clearly having exhausted himself in the chase and was no longer willing to continue the fight.
Rachel's body stiffened violently.
A frantic internal struggle.
She didn't want to go back with this bunch of lunatics.
But that cold gun barrel pointed at the boy became her only shackle.
She dared not gamble, much less could she gamble. If she resisted, the innocent boy before her would die instantly.
After all, if he hadn't unintentionally escaped here, the other party wouldn't have been implicated.
Struggle, hesitation, fear... all ultimately turned into a powerless compromise.
She clenched her trembling fists, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and she completely gave up the idea of running away.
"I'll go with you... but don't touch him."
Rachel slowly released all her strength and stopped struggling.
Several black-robed cultists immediately stepped forward, took out black and tough binding straps, and tightly wrapped them around her wrists and waist, binding her tightly layer by layer, completely locking her from all possible movements.
But the man in black robes did not put away his gun; the cold muzzle remained firmly locked on Lucas, who was watching the show.
The voice beneath the hood was cold and piercing, devoid of any warmth:
"Little guy, I'm sorry, you can only blame yourself for not sleeping properly at this time. Don't worry, my marksmanship is very accurate, you won't feel much pain."
"You broke your promise!"
Rachel realized what was happening and tried desperately to struggle, but the restraints seemed to possess a special power, becoming tighter the more she struggled.
"Don't be delusional; this is a gift from a great God."
"Furthermore, I never said I would keep my promise."
"Have you said enough?"
Seeing that the villain had clearly entered talkative mode, Lucas had no choice but to interrupt him.
"Oh, it seems you have some last words you want to say?"
The mysterious man in black robes holding a gun seemed puzzled by Lucas's reaction.
"No, I wanted to ask if you have any last words to say, because I won't give you too much time, mainly because I don't want to wake my parents."
Lucas gently put down the forging tools in his hands and stretched his body.
"3..."
"2..."
"Bitch, what are you pretending for?"
The mysterious man in black robes with a gun was directly enraged by Lucas's attitude and suddenly pulled the trigger!
The instant the bullet left the barrel, Lucas moved.
As if he had flashed into existence, he appeared directly in front of the other party, casually covering the black muzzle of the gun with one hand.
Upon seeing this, the mysterious man in black robes immediately showed a look of surprise.
Those who are ignorant of the dangers of the situation actually tried to use their bare bodies to withstand bullets; they were simply courting death.
But the next moment, his eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud was heard.
The imagined gruesome scene of a bullet piercing a hand did not occur.
The boy's hands were like an impenetrable wall, with only a wisp of choking smoke escaping from between his fingers.
The next instant, before the man in black with the gun could react, Lucas threw a punch.
The heavy punch, accompanied by violent wind pressure, slammed into the center of the opponent's chest like a heavy steel mech charging at full speed!
Boom!! Crack—!!
A deafening muffled explosion was accompanied by an extremely piercing sound of bones shattering!
The black-robed cultist's ribs shattered and broke off in one piece, his chest cavity collapsed and deformed, and his internal organs were instantly shattered.
The other person couldn't even groan in pain or make a single movement. It was as if he had been hit head-on by a train, his body stiff and flying backwards for more than 70 or 80 meters.
Rachel's brain immediately shut down while she was bound to the ground.
The remaining black-robed cultists were terrified at the sight and hastily raised their guns and formed hand seals, attempting to retaliate.
But against Lucas's absolute speed, strength, and defense, all struggles were in vain.
His figure moved like a ghost, each punch landing with flesh and each move shattering bones!
A series of dull, deafening impacts rang out, each strike accompanied by the terrifying sounds of bones breaking and muscles collapsing.
Some people's arms were smashed into a cloud of blood mist, and some people's spines were fractured. They were all sent flying dozens or even hundreds of meters away like broken sandbags.
The whole thing took less than two seconds!
The courtyard fell into a deathly silence.
The night wind swept across the ravaged ground, leaving Rachel standing there, frozen, her pupils trembling, staring intently at Lucas.
It wasn't until Lucas ripped off the restraints that the other person belatedly came to their senses and instinctively took seven or eight steps back.
"Although I am very unhappy with your actions of provoking people, considering that you did it unintentionally and repented in time, if I wanted to do something to you, you would be dead already."
Lucas said expressionlessly.
Rachel subconsciously pursed her lips, but before she could reply, the boy's somewhat indifferent voice rang out again:
"Your name is Rachel Ross?"
"How do you know my full name?" Rachel asked, looking surprised.
Lucas didn't answer her: "Do you have magic?"
"You knew too?" Rachel's eyes immediately filled with wariness.
But the other person's next words immediately made her lower her guard again.
"Use magic to clean up the bloodstains here. I don't want my parents to see how terrible this place was."
"I'll give it a try," Rachel said, closing her eyes and muttering to herself.
next moment,
A dark mist emanated from her palm, and wherever it passed, the blood, severed limbs, and broken pieces on the ground melted away as quickly as snow under the scorching sun.
In a short while, there was no trace of a fight left.
Lucas was curious about the magic the girl was using, but he had no intention of learning it.
As we all know, the magic in American comics all comes down to taking out loans to work.
First, borrow resources, then pay the price; everyone takes out loans to work.
The greater the power, the higher the loan amount, and the more terrifying the backlash.
"You can leave now."
Lucas looked at Rachel.
He did help them, but that was because those heretics were courting death.
I have absolutely no intention of getting involved with this son of the Three Palace Demon.
"I..." Rachel wanted to say something, but seeing the boy's cold gaze, she immediately swallowed her words.
"Wait a moment--"
Lucas suddenly thought of something.
Rachel looked at the boy with a puzzled expression.
"Can you control other people's thoughts?" Lucas asked.
If he remembers correctly
Raven's greatest skill is mind manipulation; it can skillfully control consciousness, emotions, and create illusions.