My Player 2

Chapter 19: Headless Centaur Ghost

"Are you all okay?" The scholar stood out from the smoke and dust.

His [Deflection Stance] deflected all the debris rolled up by the explosion, but the scorching heat still hurt him, and a corner of the book in his hand was burned.

The bald mercenary's final self-explosion was not a function of the exoskeleton.

This kind of close-fitting military exoskeleton has to try to compress the overall volume as much as possible while taking the ammunition load into consideration. It would be great if it could fit an optical camouflage module in, as there is no space to design a special self-destruct device.

But the power of that guy's melta bomb was beyond expectations.

Three strong men of the silver rank, despite being on guard, still suffered one death and two injuries... Thinking that the strongest knights in the team had lost their combat effectiveness, the scholar suddenly realized that among the remaining few people, it seemed that no one could resist him.

He didn't need to use any tricks like replacing one thing with another to bring the piece of Apophis' flesh and blood back to the academy.

By then, whether it is the professor who has never looked at him straight in the eye, or the classmates who have impact meetings every day but never invite him to participate, they will all look at him with admiration.

Most importantly, he can apply for funding, lead projects, and study this piece of flesh and blood.

If I could analyze the divine art...

The scholar excitedly lifted up the burnt corner of the book and summoned a gust of wind to blow away the surrounding smoke and dust.

He saw a woman with most of her face severely burned, kneeling in front of the unconscious knight, holding a purple-black ceremonial dagger high. Before she could stab him, she was blown to the ground by the strong wind he summoned.

The dwarf, covered in blood, lay in the small pit at the center of the explosion, trying to remove something from the shattered exoskeleton.

The Asian dragon man, who was somehow unharmed, stood under a tree 50 meters away, his right hand on the scabbard, motionless, like a lizard lying on a rock to bask in the sun.

The scholar ignored the two demi-humans, pointed his finger at the woman, and shouted:
"stop!"

The woman was unable to get up due to the strong wind. She was seriously injured and only slowly got up after the strong wind died down.

She did not pick up the ritual dagger that had fallen to the side, but looked up at the scholar, with a sly smile on her severely burned face, and said in a sweet voice: "Don't be impatient, baby, it will be your turn soon."

As she spoke, she stuck out her tongue, revealing the intricate inscription on the tip of her tongue.

From a distance of more than 20 meters, the scholar could only see something on the woman's tongue and thought that the ugly woman was going to bring up the past again, but the next moment, he felt his whole body numb and he instantly lost control of his body.

A purple-black spider crawled out from his lower abdomen.

The spider was as big as a fist, with eight index finger-long limbs that pierced through his lower abdomen and inserted into the nodes in his body, controlling his motor nerves and source of magic power, turning him into a puppet.

The scholar's pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately recalled the affair in the tent the night before, and then he realized that he had been set up.

After controlling the scholar, the woman picked up the dagger on the ground. Without any hesitation, she moved quickly, prayed silently, and stabbed the knight's throat.

"Gurgle...Gurgle..." The unconscious knight instinctively covered his throat with his only arm, but it was of no use.

He shrank quickly like a sponge that had been drained of water. A large amount of his vitality turned into bloody mist and flowed into the woman's body along the dagger.

"Ah~~~" the woman moaned, enjoying the pleasure brought by the sacrifice.

The burned skin on her face was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, the scabs formed and fell off, revealing the new, tender skin underneath.

And the scholars can only watch everything in despair.

He saw that after sacrificing the first knight, the woman recovered from her serious injuries, and then immediately sacrificed the second unconscious knight, gaining some kind of power from the unknown evil god.

Although he had no hope, the scholar still glanced at the two living guides out of the corner of his eye when the woman was sacrificed.

The dwarf had already removed the core of the exoskeleton, and with a flick of his wrist, he put the core into his personal space, and then began to remove the optical module on the exoskeleton. The Argonian remained motionless, like a perfectly restored wax figure.

What the hell is this!

You two could just take advantage of this opportunity to steal the evil god's flesh and blood!
If that cultist woman were allowed to get the flesh and blood of the evil god, no one could imagine what she would do!

After the second knight turned into a mummy, the woman stood up from the ground and walked lightly to the side of the scholar.

Scholars have no time to worry about others.

The woman held a ceremonial dagger in one hand and used her slender fingers with the other to scratch the scholar's handsome face. She leaned close to the scholar's ear and whispered seductively, "What should I do with you, sweetheart?"

Even though she was wearing heavy work clothes, it still couldn't hide her exquisite curves.

The scholar found that he could speak. He was about to beg the woman for mercy when he suddenly heard a regular drumbeat.

“Da…da…da…da…da…da da da!!!”

There was a faint sound of horse hooves in the distance, and in the next moment, it seemed to be suddenly closer, and then in the next moment.

Coming suddenly!

He saw a galloping centaur appear behind the woman in an instant, waving a long-handled broadsword in its hand and rushing towards her at full speed!
Unfortunately, the woman reacted quickly and immediately jumped to the side.

The galloping Centaur had no time to change direction and could only rush towards the scholar.

Under the control of the spider, the scholar couldn't even close his eyes before dying!
He could only watch as the Centaur raised his sword and slashed it down, landing on the woman's back 10 meters away.

Ok?
The scholar smelled a strong odor of urine, but his brain was overloaded and could not process such complex olfactory information.

He saw with his own eyes the centaur charge at him, raise his knife, and chop.

But before the blade passed his head, it suddenly flashed behind the woman, leaving a bloody mark on her back!
After the Centaur hit the target with his sword, he teleported to a nearby place, retaining the speed brought by the sprint, then raised his sword and rushed towards the woman once again.

The severe blow actually aroused the woman's bloodiness.

Eight sharp spider legs extended from her body, propped her up from the ground, and launched a counterattack against the centaur.

These spider legs emitted a dark black-purple light, and the curse contained in them made even the scholars who were proficient in this field feel a chill.

This centaur that can teleport is just a silver-level monster.

The curse on these spider legs comes from the gift after sacrificing to the evil god!
As long as it is touched by the spider's legs, the battle will end immediately!

The two monsters that were not in human form collided with each other. The centaur, which was nearly three meters tall, had no chance of avoiding the attack of the spider's legs under the woman's desperate counterattack!
The spider's foot successfully pierced the centaur, but the woman's heart fell to the bottom.

The centaur passed through her body as if it had hit a ghost, and there was no contact between the two sides at all.

The next moment, the Centaur teleported behind the woman again, relying on the lossless change of direction provided by the teleportation, maintaining the speed of the sprint, and slashed the second knife at the back of the woman who was off balance due to the missed attack.

A head with a look of astonishment flew out from between eight spider legs that were harder than steel, and rolled to the ground.

However, the woman's death did not restore the scholar's freedom. He still looked at the headless centaur in despair. He used teleportation to retain his speed again and rushed towards the next target.

Argonian.

(End of this chapter)