radicalducati Chapter 345 Medici? Never heard of him!
Chapter 345 Medici? Never heard of him!
Chapter 345 Medici? Never heard of him!
"Da da da da da————"
Countless bullets, soaked in holy water, sparked as they rained down on the eerie evil spirit!
"Haha! I knew it!" Medici laughed hysterically as he nimbly drifted backward, easily dodging most of the bullets.
How do you know he isn't?
"Isn't Amon's favorite kind of silly little trick?"
Soren and Einhorn's voices came from both sides of his face at the same time.
"Idiot! I was just bluffing!" Medici said dismissively. "That monocle he was wearing certainly gave off a 'thief' vibe. But that little raven fellow is way more disgusting than him!"
"Furthermore, I have nine ways to identify that little rascal Amon! A full nine, you know that?!"
"You're just bragging," Soren and Einhorn retorted in unison.
While bullets soaked in holy water are highly effective against ordinary evil spirits and vengeful ghosts, their damage is limited against an evil spirit of Medici's caliber. Furthermore, since the opponent is constantly hovering in mid-air, bullets rarely actually hit him.
"It's useless! It's useless! These little tricks won't work on me at all!"
"Now, I'll show you what the price is for offending me!"
Upon hearing this, Lorne did not hesitate. He reached into his personal space and pulled out a large number of glass bottles filled with holy water, as well as a sun talisman. Without even looking at them, he threw them towards the evil spirits!
Marich immediately pulled the trigger, his submachine gun spitting out another tongue of fire, firing a dense barrage of bullets from another direction, which, together with Lorne's "Holy Water Bomb," blocked the evil spirit's movement.
Sharon then blew out a biting wind and snow, attempting to further hinder the evil spirit's actions.
"ah--!"
Raft was so terrified by the sight of gods fighting that he covered his head, lay on the ground, and trembled.
Damn it! What the hell is this thing? Not only did it manage to survive being swallowed up on the spot by disguising itself as Amon, but it also somehow pulled out a whole bunch of "Sun" pathway stuff from somewhere!
Medici was also caught off guard by this sudden, overwhelming attack. Although the holy water and talismans were of low quality, their sheer quantity still posed a significant challenge to him.
"Why don't we just wipe them out!" Soren suggested.
The three of them working together could indeed, with the help of the spirit world, barely unleash the power of a demigod. However, if they used up the power they had accumulated over the years now, it would be difficult for them to recover in a short time, let alone attempt to break through that damned seal.
"Shut up, all of you! Now follow my orders!"
"Click, click."
Just then, Marich ran out of bullets with his submachine gun, and a gap appeared in the impenetrable barrage of fire.
"Now!"
Taking advantage of this brief opening, Medici's figure suddenly swooped down at an astonishing speed, burrowing directly into the body of the prone Raft!
"Stop right now!"
Medici, who was controlling Raft's body, slowly stood up, put one hand on his own neck, and roared in Raft's voice.
"Otherwise, I'll just crush his neck!"
Seeing this, Lorne and the others had no choice but to stop what they were doing and confront the possessed "Raft".
"Well done."
"Although you are indeed annoying, your reaction this time was quick and commendable." Soren and Einhorn also opened their mouths and praised you generously.
Come here!
"If you dare take another step closer, I'll kill him immediately!"
Seeing the other party's taunts, Lorne and his companions all looked rather grim. Although they weren't particularly close, Raft was still someone they'd brought in with them, and to see him die here so inexplicably was still somewhat unsettling.
"Haha! That's more like it!"
"Don't move!"
"Do as I say, and I might let you go."
Just as Medici was feeling smug, Lorne suddenly threw a glass bottle filled with highly concentrated holy water toward "Laugher"!
Behind the bottle was a sun talisman that shimmered with golden light!
"Sizzle"
A plume of white smoke, like that of roasting meat, suddenly billowed out from Raft's body!
"hateful!"
"Aren't you afraid I'll really kill him?!"
"snort."
"You've got him in your hands, why should we stop?" Lorne shrugged, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. "Besides, he's not one of our comrades."
"You—" Medici was initially flustered and instinctively wanted to curse the other party. But a moment later, he quickly reacted, and a rising flame, as if it were a tangible substance, surged from his body.
You can't fool me.
"You're just bluffing! If you really don't care whether this guy lives or dies, why don't you shoot?"
"Bullets are much more convenient than your talismans."
"You're just afraid your bullet will kill him, aren't you!"
"This evil spirit, it seemed so dim-witted just now, how did it suddenly become so cunning?" Lorne cursed inwardly, then retorted sharply, "And what about you? Aren't you just bluffing too?"
"If you were really confident you could easily take us down, you wouldn't need to be so patient and negotiate with us here."
"Tch—" Medici cursed in annoyance, but did not make any further aggressive moves.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkwardly tense.
"We are just adventurers who came here to explore, and we have no intention of being your enemy—how about we each take a step back?" Lorne spoke first, breaking the deadlock.
"Hmph, you guys started it!" Medici said irritably.
"That's because you mistook me for someone else first. Besides, I reckon you've done a lot of work around here, haven't you?" Lorne retorted bluntly.
"Medici, you idiot!"
Raft's face opened again, revealing the mouth that belonged to Sauron.
"That's enough!"
Medici looked at Lorne and said in a deep voice, "You put that damn monocle away from me first—"
"Wearing such an unlucky thing is disgusting to look at."
"Unlucky" — Lorne pursed his lips, but still did as he was told and took off the monocle.
"Very good, that's more like it." The flames rising around Raft dissipated somewhat.
"You're right, we don't need to be enemies, we can even cooperate," Medici continued.
"I am just an innocent victim of Arista Tudor's ambition. Bound by my corpse, I have been trapped in this damned underground ruin for nearly or more than two thousand years."
"If you can help me out of this predicament and allow me to become a free spirit, I will not only not harm you, but I will also give you a sufficient reward."
He glanced at Marich and Sharon, who was floating in mid-air.
"You two must be extraordinary beings through the 'alien' pathway."
"One of them is a Sequence 5 'Wraith'."
"I don't know if you possess the potion recipe for Sequence 4 Puppet. However, I can help you obtain it, and even—become part of your ascension ritual. This is the reward I promise you."
Puppet? Sequence 4 of the "Alien" pathway is called "Puppet"? What a strange name. However, Sharon's behavior often does resemble that of a delicate puppet—Lorne muttered to himself.
"As for you—" Medici turned his gaze to Lorne.
"You seem to be on the path of destiny." Having spent so many years with the giant serpent, Medici was confident that he could not be mistaken.
"I have a good relationship with a high-sequence being in the 'Me and Fate' pathway. If you're willing to help me, I can get you anything, not just a Sequence 4 potion recipe, but even a Sequence 3 one."
Sequence 4, and Sequence 3—just what is the origin of this evil spirit?!
Lorne pondered for two seconds, then astutely grasped the key point of the question and asked, "Is that high-sequence being of the 'Fate' pathway still alive?"
"What are you saying? Of course I'm still alive!"
"Uh—since he's still alive," Lorne asked curiously, "you two are such good friends, why didn't he come to save you?"
"Uh—" Medici was a little embarrassed.
"ha"
On his left cheek, the mouth that Soren controlled couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"He doesn't know I'm trapped here, okay!"
"Then how should we save you?" Lorne changed the subject.
Medici composed himself and said in a deep voice, "It's very simple. Go and find the direct descendants of the Sauron, Einhorn, and Medici families, and obtain 10 milliliters of blood from each of them. A little more is acceptable, but absolutely no less. Then, mix these three types of blood with a large amount of holy water and sprinkle it into the room where I am. This will naturally break the seal."
"
"Uh—what is Medici?"
Soren and Einhorn are quite famous; everyone knows them. But I've never heard of this Medici before.
Sharon and Marich also looked equally confused; they had never heard of the Medici family either.
"Ha ha----"
This time, it was Einhorn's mouth that couldn't hold back.
"You have a real talent for being a hunter," Medici said viciously, gritting his teeth, which weren't even real.
"Was one of your parents a hunter?"
"No, they're long gone," Lorne said, pursing his lips.
Although, I do have a "hunter" friend. He was thinking of that unreliable Danitz, who was far away in Bayam.
When did the "fate" path become so annoying?
The aura emanating from this guy is quite peculiar. Could it be that he is a follower of Orochi?
That's not right. If he really is one of his followers, there's no reason he wouldn't recognize me.
Wait a minute! This slightly irritating aura, and the unique nature of the "Destiny" pathway... could it be that he is—
"Just now, it seems you conjured those talismans and weapons out of thin air—" Medici suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"No, I hid it in my clothes," Lorne said without changing his expression.
"A clumsy lie," Medici scoffed.
"You definitely possess a very special and magical item, and it's of a very high level." His tone was extremely certain.
"————" Lorne glanced at him but didn't say anything.
"What? I guessed it?"
Lorne still did not reply.
"Do you have a teacher?" Medici suddenly changed the subject.
"What's it to you?" Lorne glanced at Sharon beside him and replied.
"Perhaps I even know your teacher?" Medici gave a meaningful smile. "Or—have you heard of 'rebooting'?"
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