Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 137 The Desperate Gap in Power

"Die, monster!"

With that roar, the heavy pistol that was thrown out traced an arc.

It struck the skeleton knight squarely in the cheek, who made no attempt to dodge.

However, this all-out attack only managed to create a few sparks on the side of the skeleton knight's helmet.

You can't even let the other person's head shake slightly.

This scene made the boy's heart sink again. Clearly, matching its tall and mighty appearance, the Skeleton Knight's defensive power was also exceptionally terrifying.

However, this attack was not intended to injure the opponent, but merely to draw the opponent's attention firmly to himself.

The next moment, Cohen, who had thrown the pistol, ran quickly toward the window on the side, shouting as he ran.

"Big guy! What are you waiting for! Make your move!"

As he made this move, the undead knight also pulled on the reins.

The skeletal horse strode forward and charged at the freckled boy who was trying to escape through the window.

During this movement, Harlow, a burly black man who had been hiding in a blind spot behind the door, suddenly jumped out from behind the obstruction.

He took a few big strides and ran to the skeleton knight behind him, who had his back to him.

"Get down here, you monster!"

The burly black man charged forward directly, reaching out his large hands to grab the legs of the skeleton knight straddling the horse, attempting to throw him off.

However, the moment you touch it, you feel an icy chill.

Then, with a sudden, forceful pull, the other person remained firmly seated on the horse, without even a sway.

These repeated setbacks caused Harlow's once-proud muscular strength to repeatedly hit a wall, causing his movements to falter.

And it was in that moment of distraction that he lost his focus.

The skeleton knight who was approached also twisted his upper body.

With a metallic scraping sound, it turned completely around.

When Harlow tried to pull his hand back, he was horrified to see a huge hand covered in iron armor firmly holding his arm in place.

The immense force continued to tighten, like a hydraulic vise, making him feel as if he could hear the groans of his own bones.

The next moment, the ancient wooden bow was transformed into a curved sword.

With a piercing whistling sound, it struck Haro on the head, who was stunned and unable to dodge in time.

The nearly two-meter-tall man was sent flying, crashing through a pane of glass and exiting the room.

As the monster turned its head to look at its first target, the short human had already jumped out of the window.

They noticed that there were no other living creatures around.

The skeleton knight also pulled on the reins of his warhorse, causing it to back up a few steps.

Then, it lowered its body, and the tall skeletal warhorse beneath it also lowered its head, kicking its skeletal hooves as it charged forward.

...

The perspective shifts; we are now downstairs.

Following the trail of fallen trees, two cautious policemen, each holding a pistol, emerged cautiously.

Earlier, several civilians had suddenly died on the street, prompting a large-scale police search of the surrounding area.

As a result, the two policemen assigned to the forest trail saw a tall, dark figure flash by.

The loud crash of the tree hitting the tree made the two of them alert.

After someone screamed, they quickly disappeared into the undeveloped dense forest.

Then the skeletal warhorse prepared to raise its hooves and trample the gloomy man on the ground to death.

One of the officers decisively drew his gun and fired, successfully interrupting the skeletal giant horse's killing spree.

That's all it does.

The metal bullets, which were not very large to begin with, only sparked a few flecks when they struck the skeletal knight, who was covered in plate armor.

Then, the gloomy man who had been lying on the ground seized the opportunity, scrambled to his feet, and ran into the depths of the park.

Perhaps those two shots were not considered an attack, or perhaps it was because the distance was far enough.

The undead knight riding a tall warhorse ignored the two uniformed police officers standing beside him, who looked tense.

He walked straight ahead, crashing through all sorts of tangled trees, and sped toward the fleeing gloomy man.

This is why the two young, newly recruited police officers were unaware of the seriousness and threat of the situation.

After discussing it for a while, they actually followed the trail and ran over.

The two had just emerged from the woods when they came to a wide-open lakeside lawn.

Before I could even sigh, I saw several corpses lying on the lawn, riddled with arrows.

"Oh my God! What happened? Did that hunky cosplayer do this?"

"I think he must be a serial killer, we need backup!"

The two police officers, seeing the bodies scattered on the ground, finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

The shorter one then pulled out a walkie-talkie and called his team's public channel.

They requested assistance from colleagues scattered around, searching in other locations.

The other, taller man, stepped forward and approached some of the corpses that had been shot through the head or chest.

Check the situation to see if there are any survivors.

Just then, the trees in the nearby dense forest swayed, causing the police officer, who was already on edge, to immediately draw his gun and aim.

However, the experienced old priest first waved the Bible in his hand and raised his hands to indicate that he posed no threat.

He then stepped aside and emerged from behind a tall shrub.

"Children! Don't go any further, get out of here quickly!"

"That monster has already chased the other two people into the house, and it will soon rush out to hunt down the others!"

"Run quickly and notify the nearby residents! Evacuate and evacuate those in the vicinity!"

This move was naturally not immediately accepted by the two of them.

However, the old priest's aged figure and the Bible in his hand also represent his sacred status.

Their influential status in the local area made the two men put down their guns and become less vigilant.

"Father, please tell me in detail what happened here, and why so many people died here?"

The officers approached while asking questions.

The old priest, however, grew increasingly anxious.

Seeing the two of them completely ignoring his warnings and lingering on this dangerous lawn, he felt helpless.

All I could do at the end was offer a sincere word of advice.

"Hurry up and leave! I didn't lie to you. That monster is beyond your capabilities. Get out of here quickly!"

"What...?" The priest repeated his words of advice to the two men to escape for the second time.

The approaching police officer frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

At that moment, on a two-story building not far away.

A loud bang suddenly rang out.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the priest and two policemen.

A tall, black, humanoid silhouette screamed and flew in an arc before crashing through a second-floor window.

It landed heavily on the ground, accompanied by a shower of sparkling shards of glass, and rolled twice.

At almost the same time, at the other end of the house, a teenager also jumped out of a window.

Fortunately, he landed in a fairly standard posture, only staggered a couple of times, and then continued running in their direction.

Noticing this, the police officer who had been interrupted at the beginning frowned deeply.

She raised her hand, as if to signal the boy running towards her to stop.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

However, it was obvious that Cohen, who was eager to get away at this moment, would not stop and wait to die just because of one sentence from him.
At this moment, he watched as the white teenager ignored his warnings and continued to approach.

The police officer looked helpless. After hesitating for a moment, he put down his gun and drew the tear gas spray from his waist.

Prepare to subdue the other party with tear gas spray when they get close.

However, immediately afterward, there was another loud noise coming from the small building.

This distracted him from paying attention to the boy who was running for his life.

"boom!!"

Just heard a loud noise.

Just as Cohen climbed out of the window, the entire wooden wall shattered with a loud crash.

A heavily armored knight, nearly 4 meters tall, crashed through the wall and leaped out.

Then, with a dull thud, it smashed a shallow crater into the soft, wet lawn.

Broken walls and wooden planks were scattered all over the ground.

The sudden commotion, with the destructive power of a bomb or rocket launcher, stunned both police officers and the priest.

"What! What kind of monster is this?!"

At this moment, the two young police officers no longer thought that this was some burly man doing cosplay.

It can smash through a house wall, jump from a great height and create a large crater on the ground, and then stand on the ground unharmed.

This is definitely not something an ordinary person could do.

The young officer thought to himself that even if Captain America crawled out of the comics, he might not be able to do this.

Clearly, this is beyond the reach of ordinary people; it is obviously an extraordinary realm.

As for the word "extraordinary," as a public official, I've come across some of the recent rumors that have been circulating widely.

Recalling the conversations between colleagues and the leaders that I happened to overhear, I couldn't help but look up at the somewhat dazzling sun in the sky.

"...It's daytime, vampires and werewolves...can they come out during the day?"

However shocked he was, or what he muttered to himself, he was still shocked.

The undead knight, having readjusted his stance and mounted his skeletal warhorse, stepped out of the shallow pit, ignoring the thoughts of these people.

He raised the ancient wooden longbow he was holding tightly, quickly took out an arrow, nocked it on the bowstring, and drew it to its full extent.

Before anyone could react, the bowstring snapped taut, and another arrow whistled through the air as it flew toward them.

This time, however, the target was a short, young police officer who was locked on because he was too close.

Because he was frozen in place, the arrow struck him with exceptional precision between the eyebrows.

It carried a great force, causing his entire upper body to bend backward.

Finally, with a thud, she collapsed to the ground and remained motionless.

The tall police officer, who was only a few steps away, had a trembling gaze.

Looking at his colleague who had just been talking and chatting with him, now turned into a corpse on the ground, he was filled with disbelief.

"You...this, this..."

This sudden change, coupled with the shock of seeing his colleague die before his eyes, made him stutter.

However, the next moment, a burst of strength suddenly erupted from the old priest's body.

He rushed over to the tall police officer who was still in a daze and yanked the officer's upper body to the side.

The next moment, an arrow grazed the young police officer's cheek and embedded itself hard in the tree trunk behind him.

They were already halfway trapped.

Seeing this horrific scene, the young police officer who had been saved and brushed with death also swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear.

He realized what was happening and quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist and released the safety.

It pointed towards the tall monster that was riding a skeletal warhorse and approaching step by step.

"...Fuck you! Die!"

Almost the instant he drew his gun, a series of gunshots rang out.

As you can see, this young police officer has pretty good marksmanship.

Although it was a rapid draw and firing, most of the bullets successfully hit the skeleton knight's face, which was not covered by armor.

Unfortunately, even after being hit by more than a dozen bullets, all that happened was a series of sparks.

They were completely unable to stop the warhorse, which was closing in at an unstoppable pace.

Upon noticing this, the young officer cursed inwardly, but it seemed that he had no choice but to continue firing.

The speed at which the enemy charged down on their warhorse clearly indicated that they couldn't escape on foot.

It's unclear whether the Skeleton Knight was trying to toy with them or had some other reason.

Instead of charging forward at high speed again, it approached slowly, step by step, as if strolling among flowerbeds.

During the incident, the tall police officer also ran out of bullets with his pistol.

Just as he bent down and fumbled for the spare magazine, he struggled to change the magazine with trembling hands.

Just then, a short figure appeared, as nimble as a squirrel.

He darted out from the side and rolled over next to another officer who had been shot in the head and was lying on the ground.

When the nimble figure stopped, the old priest realized that it was the brown-haired boy who had just jumped from the second floor and run away to who-knows-where.

The enemy had just taken advantage of the undead knight's moment of not drawing his bow again.

The handgun that the officer was carrying was removed from the body of the officer who was shot.

Moreover, judging from his subsequent skillful unloading and inspection, and the process of disengaging the safety, it was clear that he was not a novice who was using a gun for the first time.

(End of this chapter)