Time Travel

Chapter 437: Shroud of Turin

The giant claws are pitch black, like black molten iron pouring, exuding the aura of decay and darkness, the naked eye can see a black mist entangled around the black claws, and even the air sizzles wherever they pass.

Akado’s face was gloomy, and a bloody light burst suddenly around his body, the endless blood rushing like a river, abruptly resisting the giant claws three feet away.

His previous nonsense was delaying time, and now that the time has been delayed, the injury under his neck has also recovered. He was preparing to attack, but he did not expect Alice to take the lead.

Looking at the power and movement of this trick, it is obvious that I have been preparing for a long time.

When he thought that his previous behavior of delaying time was only deliberately done by the bitch of Alice, everything about him must be like a joke, and the anger in his heart grew even stronger.

“Bitch girl, this trick is a summoning technique. There is a time limit for the summoning technique. When the time comes, it will be your death date!”

Arcado’s heart squatted with a low growl, the bloody light on his body surged wildly, and the sizzling sound rang from the intersection of the bloody light and the giant claws. The two corroded each other and annihilated each other. It exudes a bloody and rotten smell.

“Fatty, time is running out, I will use the back hand to hold him later, you must take advantage of the chance to kill him with one blow, and kill him instantly!”

“Even if you can’t kill him, you must completely hit him!”

The fat man on the side was still stunned by the sudden movement. No, Alice’s voice immediately exploded in his mind, her voice urging quickly.

“clear!”

With a shock in his heart, the fat man knew what to do.

Although it is a good opportunity to take advantage of Arcado being dragged by Alice’s magic, it is just right to make a move by himself, but since Alice has ordered to herself, wait a while and bear with it.

Killed with one blow.

Although this is difficult, the fat guy is willing to give it a try.

The huge black claws collided with the blood-colored light, forming brilliant lights and shadows and thrilling sounds in the sky.

Arcado’s complexion was somber as water, bloody and terrifying energy exploded from the body frantically, resisting the magic that Alice had accumulated for a long time, and at the same time calculating the time in his heart, always preparing for a fatal attack.

But Alice knew him too well. She naturally knew that her summoning attack could not last too long, and she never thought of killing Arcado with this attack. This trick, to put it bluntly, just caused Arcado to fall into The dilemma is nothing, the real ultimate move is the one hidden behind.

Thinking in her heart, Alice wiped her expressionlessly from her arms, and in an instant, a torn strip of cloth appeared in her palm.

The cloth strip looked ordinary, deep and yellow, and there were even holes in some places that were bored by insects, and it was very worn.

Alice held the cloth strip, shaking her hand, and the cloth strip was spread out. The yellowed cloth strip didn’t look big as a whole. It was several meters long and wide, and it seemed to be full of a decayed taste.

The yellowed cloth strip was spread out completely, like a huge curtain, and at the very center of the curtain, there was a very clear trace of a human figure, which was a hard-beared burn mark over a long period of time.

“What a strong dark atmosphere!”

As soon as this banner appeared, the fat man felt an unprecedented dark power. That power was the strongest and most unfathomable he had ever seen, and it was much stronger than the Akado in front of him.

The fat man didn’t know this thing, but Akado was different.

The moment he saw the thing in Alice’s hand, his eyes shrank to a point, and his pupils were filled with unprecedented fear.

“This, this is…”

“Shroud of Turin!”

Arcado couldn’t believe it, “How can you have something in your hand, how is it possible?”

The Shroud of Turin, according to legend, after the death of Jesus, the cloth that wrapped the body of Jesus has been soaked in the blood and bones of Jesus over time, turning it into an unprecedented terrifying fetish.

Don’t look at it as containing incomparably powerful dark power, in fact, this is just appearance.

The Shroud of Turin is actually one of the holiest light gods. Arcado once encountered this thing in a mission world. He personally saw a terrifying dark mage being burned by this thing. Baked into nothingness, there is no scum left.

But how could this thing appear in Alice’s hands? How did she get it?

“Go to hell and ask Satan!” Alice was indifferent, filled with powerful magic power, then shook her palm, and slowly threw the Shroud of Turin in her hand towards Akado.

Akado screamed.

He wanted to escape, but his body was locked tightly by an unprecedented terrifying will. The whole body was like a sculpture, unable to move at all.

The yellowed and worn cloth, like Shinigami’s robe, solidified Akado’s body and soul in the air, and his mind seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Then a stream of pure water-like white holy light diffused from the yellowed rags, and the light shone on Akado’s body, as if it was poured with concentrated sulfuric acid, and it was noisy. Zi’s ​​voice corroded his flesh and blood and his body inch by inch.

Arcado roared and howled frantically. At this moment, he felt that his soul was being ablated by this holy light and erased little by little.

This feeling of stepping into death made him crazy and suffocated him.

“Fatty!” At this moment, Alice yelled.

“Understood!” The fat man nodded.

This opportunity is just right.

Not to be missed.

“Go to hell!”

There was a murderous flash in the pupils, and the fat man’s fist flashed with complicated textures. The power of the whole body was used every minute and every cent, and then he faced the head of Akado directly. A fierce punch.

The head and heart are deadly for vampires, but if the heart is broken, it can also be quickly recovered by the subtle control of the gene lock.

But if the head is blown out, no matter how strong the resilience is, it will not work.

So Fatty’s goal is very clear, directly facing Akado’s head, wanting to punch him.

“Get out of here!”

Arcado roared, but unfortunately, he has no way now. The whole person is shrouded in the Shroud of Turin, locked in, unable to resist, unable to defend.

“Fuck you paralyzed, you still have to die for the fat master first!”

The fat man sneered, not caring about Akado’s vicious and crazy eyes, his huge fist blasted on Akado’s head abruptly.

boom.

Just like smashing a watermelon, the fat man’s head was smashed into rotten flesh by the fat man. The flesh and blood flew around, the entire face was lost, and only a pile of rotten flesh remained on the head. , Very miserable.

The breath of Arcado also dissipated in an instant, and then with a puff, he fell straight down, splashing dust.