When Lucilia's words rang in his ears, Alka immediately looked behind him.
The knife flashed past him.
A dagger was stuck in the wall next to him.
Look at the person coming.
Dressed in an exaggerated way, with a clown's face painted all over, he walked towards Alka with exaggerated steps.
The crazy smile on his face and the scarlet eyes.
"Hahaha, I finally caught you again!"
The dagger that was originally stuck in the wall disappeared, and new daggers appeared in the clown's hand again, one after another appeared between his fingers.
With a flick of his hands, 8 daggers were thrown at Alka.
Alka rolled over and dodged by the side.
A dagger still cut his clothes on his back.
A card flew towards the clown along the ground, and when it was about to hit the clown, it suddenly flew upwards.
But he was knocked away by the dagger in his hand.
But it also bought time for Alka.
"It's you, the defeated opponent."
Alka, who stood up again, looked a little embarrassed, his body was covered with dust from the ground, and a slit was cut in the clothes on his back.
One sentence instantly angered the clown in front of him.
He ran towards Alka quickly, swinging his hands at the same time, throwing daggers at him one after another.
At the same time, he shouted madly: "I will cut your throat and feed you."
This clown seemed to be more crazy than the one he met before, and he was completely out of control.
Alka quickly retreated, and his hands kept reaching from his waist, shooting one card after another at the enemy.
The arc of the card was a bit unpredictable.
Fired from various directions.
Drawing a strange arc, the enemy had to stop.
Arka was exhausted by the daggers one after another. He took out the locker on his thigh, flicked the paddle at the back and fired a shot.
The scattered bullets scattered around, like pale white fireballs.
All the daggers were shot down.
Arka's other free hand had already grasped the pistol, aiming at the enemy and directly emptied the revolver.
Faced with such a situation.
The clown rolled around directly, no longer paying attention to the flying cards. Even if he was hit by the cards and cut on his flesh, he still didn't care.
Then he turned and ran towards Arka with his feet.
At this time, Arka had his back against the wall and could not avoid it.
A card slipped down from his trouser legs and was stepped on by him.
"Die!"
The clown rushed over, waving his dagger with both hands, waving it wildly at Alka.
Alka could only hold the locker and the pistol to block.
But his close combat skills were obviously not as good as the clown's, even though he had been training intentionally during this period, he was still far behind.
After only blocking twice, he was cut by the dagger on his wrist and shoulder.
Resisting the pain, Alka squatted down, and then rolled directly past him.
Such an action made the clown, who was already bloodthirsty, ecstatic, and he held the dagger in his hand without hesitation and stabbed it down.
Alka's flaws now were all over his body, as if he had handed his life to him.
Only then did he realize that he could not move his hands.
Turning around, four water chains appeared from nowhere, connecting to the ground and tying up his limbs.
There was a blue card there.
Alka rolled up and without hesitation, he held the locker and turned the paddle at the back to face the clown in front of him.
"Goodbye, idiot!"
Aiming at the head, dense bullets gathered together and sprayed out from the muzzle.
The pale white flames burning on the crowded bullets mixed together, like a fireball.
"Crack!"
A sound like glass breaking sounded.
The bullet hit a light shield, and then the shield shattered under the attack, but the bullet also consumed all the power.
Following the broken shield chip fell to the ground.
Behind the broken shield was a clown with a grin on his face.
"This thing is not only yours."
It was as if the old days were reappearing.
It was the shield that saved Alka's life last time, and it was the shield that saved the enemy this time.
At this time, Alka felt the numbness of his left hand.
Turning around, the wounds on his left wrist and shoulder were slightly numb, and there was a different color on them.
"You still put poison on the knife?"
The clown's smile became even more ferocious.
He struggled to break free from the water chain and walked over quickly, and Alka could only stagger to his feet and retreat to the back.
"I said, I will cut off your throat and tongue bit by bit and feed it into your stomach."
"Then cut open my stomach, take out my throat and sew it up?" Alka asked back.
"Ah?"
Alka's sudden response made the clown a little confused.
Then, the scarlet eyes, which had faded somewhat, were once again filled with blood, and the anger was almost visible on his clown-like face.
He seemed to be insulted.
He roared with gnashing teeth: "You really deserve to die, deserve to die!"
This man's mentality is much more fragile than he thought, and he can be angered by just a few words.
Alka couldn't help thinking, and then controlled his breathing and stepped back.
The clown, who was already extremely angry, was no longer prepared to give Alka any chance, holding a dagger and rushing like lightning.
Looking at the clown rushing over, the originally embarrassed face suddenly showed a smile.
A blue gradient card appeared at the clown's feet at some point.
After being stimulated, one water chain after another gushed out and was instantly launched.
He directly tied up the clown in the air and forcibly pulled him to the spot.
In addition to tying up his limbs, he also tied up his waist and firmly imprisoned him in the spot.
This was the first card he got from Jack.
Compared to the cards he made himself, it was much more powerful and the activation was smoother.
After all, the cards he made could not even achieve gradient colors.
Alka took this opportunity to reload.
Dense red, thorn-like lines appeared on the clown's face.
With the roar.
The chain composed of water flow began to become unstable, and water stains kept splashing out.
Looking at the clown who had already freed his hands, Alka dodged directly to the side while reloading.
One dagger after another flew over.
It hit the mud and wall around Alka.
At this time, the clown tried hard again, about to break free from the water chain on his legs.
And daggers kept appearing in his hands and throwing them at Alka to prevent him from attacking him.
Running forward and rolling to avoid the dagger attack.
The attack suddenly stopped.
Turning around.
The clown had already broken free from the chain on his legs.
Alka raised his hand and fired a shot. The clown, who was trying to break free from the chain around his waist, had no time to dodge and immediately raised his hand to protect his head.
The bullet hit his wrist directly, and the dense ammunition directly festered his wrist and the surrounding area.
The scarlet thorns began to shine, and non-fatal injuries were no longer an obstacle for him.
And Alka didn't know when a magic hat appeared in his hand and was put on his head.
Looking at the clown who had only the chain around his waist that had not been broken free.
Said with a smile.
"The show has begun."
The cards that were originally thrown out by Alka and nailed to various places on the ground began to emit a faint light.
This is a transparent colorless light.