Terrifying Power
Chapter 381 - Terrifying Power
These three ghost wolves, more than three meters tall, with huge and robust bodies, were a cut above even the tomb guards, and their claws were extremely sharp, and under the light, the cold light flashed.
"Tear him apart!"
Fujiwara pointed at the Gravekeeper and gave a low bellow.
The three ghost wolves, tilting their heads, let out a hissing cry at the same time, and then ran towards the Gravekeeper in a furious manner.
Facing the attack of the two Shinto practitioners, the Gravekeeper remained silent, not making any sound or even extra movements, just standing motionless in the center of the warehouse, his entire body wrapped in black robes, looking very eerie.
When Yamada's flaming sword was about to chop at the top of the Gravekeeper's head, the Gravekeeper's black robe suddenly fluttered.
Yamada only felt a flash of silver light before his eyes, a huge stone spear engraved with exquisite silver spell, without warning, from the Gravekeeper's black robe, stretched out, and held his flaming sword.
"Boom!"
The flaming taijutsu chopped heavily on the barrel of the stone spear, and Yamada's body shook so much that the taijutsu in his hand was almost shaken out of his hand by the huge recoil force.
As for the blazing hot stream that was so powerful just now, it immediately disappeared without a trace as if it had been blown by a hurricane.
The Gravekeeper's arm vibrated, sending Yamada flying backwards, and then holding the silver stone spear, he swept it across the room, and the three ghost wolves, barely able to dodge, were cut into six pieces!
Yamada and Fujiwara both turned pale with horror at the same time.
Although they expected that the tomb guardian had extremely strong strength, but completely did not expect. The Gravekeeper's power was so strong!
The two of them combined to strike, but was easily defeated by the Tombkeeper!
Just when the two were chilled, the Gravekeeper suddenly launched an attack.
He leaped up high with his toes on the ground, dragging his silver stone spear with a tarzan-like force. He lunged towards Yamada.
The tomb guardian's body is very stout, but his movements, but surprisingly agile and rapid, in the blink of an eye, has pounced on Yamada's body.
Yamada only felt the gusts of wind that almost took his breath away. It was like he was facing a huge mountain, almost irresistible!
But. He could not avoid it now. There was no other way but to fight to the death.
Yamada roared furiously and poured all his strength into the flaming taijutsu, then slashed at the Gravekeeper violently.
The raging flames seemed to set the air around him on fire.
The black-robed Gravekeeper did not dodge, continued to rush towards Yamada, while a hand shake. The silver talisman stone gun in his hand, a silver trajectory in the air, a pick. It sent Yamada's flaming sword flying.
Immediately after, the gravekeeper held the end of the Silver Rune stone gun, a forceful spin.
Immediately, the silver talisman stone spear spun up sharply and stabbed at Yamada.
Yamada's flaming sword had been picked up by the Gravekeeper, and the door was wide open, so there was no way to defend.
With a "snort" sound, the stone spear spun rapidly and pierced into Yamada's body. It came out of his back. It poked a hole in his body, a bowl-thick hole.
Yamada looked down incredulously at the stone spear pierced into his body. And then looked at the Tomb Guardian in front of him, a look of reluctance appeared on his face.
He fought with the Gravekeeper until now, but until his death, he did not see the true face of the Gravekeeper!
"Strange ... thing!"
He spat out two words with difficulty, then spurted out a mouthful of blood wildly, his head lolled, and he was cut off.
The Gravekeeper turned back around, looked at Fujiwara coldly, picked Yamada's body on the stone gun, and waved it like a show-off, Yamada's body swayed at the tip of the gun, blood flowed out from his body, down the barrel of the gun, and kept dripping down to the ground.
"Yamada!"
Fujiwara hissed loudly in a mixture of shock and anger, a look of sadness on his face.
He and Yamada were both Yawata Shrine priests and had known each other for many years, and now that Fujiwara was dead and his body was being picked up on the tip of the gun as if it were a show-off, how could he not be angry!
"Damned bastard!"
Fujiwara cursed and took out a strongest earth spell talisman from his pocket.
This spell talisman, he never used when he was in the ground against the enemy.
One reason was that he had not yet encountered an enemy that required the use of this talisman, and the second reason was that to perform this talisman, he needed to gather all his spiritual power.
Once the spell is activated, he will lose all his spiritual power in a short period of time.
If this incantation talisman is not able to solve the enemy, then he will be finished by his opponent.
+Passionately, it could be said that this spell talisman was his killer and also his life-threatening talisman, and he did not dare to use it at will.
However, at a time like now, he could no longer care about that.
Fujiwara squeezed the spell talisman with two fingers, threw it into the air, chanted an incantation under his breath, and then shouted violently:
"God of Style Demon Tiger!"
With a bang, the talisman transformed into a huge creature seven meters long and three meters tall, and appeared in mid-air.
The creature had a large tiger head with sharp and long fangs, but its skin was rust-colored and its body was covered with spikes.
"Go! Finish him off!"
Fujiwara pointed at the gravekeeper and shouted angrily.
The devil tiger let out an earth-shattering hiss, shaking the roof of the dust rustling straight down, then with a gust of wind, a fierce momentum towards the tombkeeper pounced, as if want to tear the tombkeeper into pieces!
Gravekeeper silently thrust the stone gun into the ground, standing still, waiting until the ghost tiger rushed to the front.
Then, he suddenly struck out like lightning and stuck the neck of the Demonic Tiger of the God of Style in a deadly grip, firmly restraining it.
The devil tiger was huge, almost two or three times bigger than the gravekeeper!
But now in the hands of the Gravekeeper, but like a kitten, completely defenseless!
Without a sound, the Gravekeeper stretched out his other hand, grabbed the body of the Devil Tiger, lifted it high, and then split his two hands and tore it with force!
The huge, fierce demon tiger was torn in half by the Gravekeeper!
Fujiwara's eyes widened in horror, hardly believing what he saw before him.
He never imagined that the Tombkeeper had torn his Demon Tiger apart with his bare hands!
What a terrifying power, what kind of monster is it that possesses such great power!
Fujiwara looked up at the Gravekeeper, his heart was filled with fear, all his spiritual power, in order to activate the last spell talisman, were used up.
In a short time, there was no way to recover.
He was now as weak as an ordinary person, what could he do to defend himself against the Gravekeeper's attack?
Fujiwara's liver and guts were now almost split, and he slowly backed up, hoping to get away from the mysterious and terrifying Gravekeeper.
The Gravekeeper, on the other hand, re-drew his silver talisman stone gun and advanced step by step.
The heavy footsteps sounded like drums, pounding on Fujiwara's heart, causing his fighting spirit to completely collapse.
He turned his head to look around, like a man about to drown, hoping that someone would save his life at that moment.
Just as he turned his head, he inadvertently spotted the figure of Liang Donghai.
Liang Donghai, at some point, had already twisted the suitcase containing the treasure and quietly slipped to the back door of the warehouse, looking like he was about to escape through the back door.
Fujiwara heart for no reason rose up a resentment, he resented Liang Donghai watch the fire across the shore, see the dead not to save.
Although he knew very well that Liang Donghai was actually coerced by them to participate in the tomb raiding operation, and their relationship with them could even be called an enemy.
However, he just resented in his heart.
"Liang Donghai! Why don't you do something?" Fujiwara glared at Liang Donghai and roared.
Liang Donghai turned his head at the sound of his voice and gave Fujiwara a fierce stare.
In fact, his initial intention was to prepare to join forces with Fujiwara and the others against the enemy, after all, he did not want to die at the hands of the Gravekeeper, being older, he was always afraid of dying some.
However, the strength of the Gravekeeper greatly exceeded his expectation.
Before he had a chance to strike, Yamada was already taken out, and Fujiwara also took the Gravekeeper, there was nothing he could do.
So he quickly changed his mind, quietly picked up the suitcase containing the treasures and began to flee. The treasure in the suitcase was too valuable to be discarded, as the lives of his family were at stake.
When he was about to leave the warehouse, he didn't expect that Fujiwara would call out his whereabouts!
Liang Donghai heart for Fujiwara more resentful, but he did not say anything, his feet do not stop, pull open the back door of the warehouse, dashed out.
Fujiwara is dead, he did not have to talk to a dead man, first to save his own life is most important.
"Your family, we still have them! I die! Your whole family will be buried with you ..."
Fujiwara cursed viciously and loudly, and before the words hit the ground, the Gravekeeper's stone spear, whistling, came through his left chest and pierced deeply into the ground, pinning him firmly to the ground.
Fujiwara gave a short, miserable cry as his heart was blown to pieces by the stone spear, and blood gushed out of his chest.
He quickly broke off and turned into a cold corpse.
The gravekeeper coldly pulled the stone gun out of the ground, then followed after Liang Donghai and chased after him.
The bodies of Yamada and Fujiwara, strung on the Gravekeeper's stone spear, looked like a bloody meat skewer from afar!