Chapter 75 The Show Begins
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 it.
Look at the person coming.
Dressed in extravagant clothes, with clown paint all over his face, 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 appearing between his fingers.
With a swing of his hands, eight daggers were thrown towards Alka.
Alka rolled over and dodged past.
A dagger still cut through the clothes on his back.
A card flew along the ground towards the clown, and when it was about to hit the clown, it suddenly flew upwards.
But it was knocked away by the dagger in his hand.
But it also bought time for Alka.
"It's you, the defeated general."
Alka stood up again, looking a little disheveled, his body covered with dust from the ground, and a tear on his clothes on his back.
With just one sentence, the clown in front of him was instantly enraged.
The figure quickly ran towards Alka, swinging his hands and throwing dagger after dagger at him.
At the same time, he was shouting frantically: "I will cut your throat and feed you."
This clown seemed even crazier than the ones he had met before, and he was completely unable to keep calm.
Alka quickly retreated, and with his hands constantly on his waist, he shot card after card at the enemy.
The arc of the card is a bit unpredictable.
Shooting from all sorts of directions.
It draws a strange arc, forcing the enemy to stop.
Alka was exhausted from dealing with the daggers one after another , so he took out the locker on his thigh, flipped the paddle at the back and fired directly.
The spreading bullets scattered around, like pale white fireballs.
Shoot down all the thrown daggers.
Alka's other free hand had already grasped the pistol, aiming at the enemy and emptying the revolver directly.
Faced with such a situation.
The Joker simply rolled around, ignoring the flying cards, and even when the cards hit and cut his flesh, he still didn't care.
Then he pushed off the ground and turned to run towards Alka.
At this time, Arka had his back against the wall and had nowhere to hide.
A card slipped down from under his trousers and was stepped on by him.
"die!"
The clown rushed over, waving daggers in both hands, waving them wildly at Alka.
Alka could only block with his locker and pistol.
But his close combat skills are obviously not as good as the Joker's. Even though he has been training intentionally during this period, he is still far behind.
He only blocked twice before the dagger cut his wrist and shoulder.
Bearing the pain, Alka squatted down and then rolled directly past him.
This action made the clown, who was already blood-thirsty, ecstatic. He held the dagger in his hand without hesitation and stabbed it down.
Alka was now full of flaws, as if his life was in his hands.
Only then did he realize that he could not move his hands.
When he turned around, he saw four water chains appearing from somewhere, connecting to the ground and binding his limbs.
There is a blue card there.
Alka rolled over and stood up, holding the locker without hesitation and turned the back paddle towards the clown in front of him.
"Goodbye, idiot!"
Aiming at the head, dense bullets were sprayed out from the muzzle.
The pellets were squeezed together, and the burning pale white flames mixed together, like a fireball.
“Crack!”
There was a sound like glass breaking.
The projectile hit a light shield, which then shattered under the attack, but the bullet also consumed all of its power.
Following the broken shield chips falling to the ground.
Behind the broken shield is a grinning clown.
"You're not the only one who has this."
It's like the old days are coming back.
It was the shield that saved Alka's life last time, and it was also the shield that saved the enemy this time.
At this time, Alka felt the numbness in his left hand.
When I turned around, I saw that the wounds on my left wrist and shoulder were slightly numb and had different colors.
"You also 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, while Alka could only stagger to his feet and retreat backwards.
"I told you, I will cut off your throat piece by piece and feed it into your stomach."
"And then you're going to cut me open and take out my throat and sew it up?" asked Alka.
"ah?"
Alka's sudden response made the Joker a little confused.
Then, his scarlet eyes, which had faded somewhat, were filled with bloodshot again, and anger was almost visibly spreading across his clown-like face.
He seemed insulted.
He gnashed his teeth and roared: " You really deserve to die, you deserve to die!"
This man's psychology is much more fragile than he thought, and he can be angered by just a few words.
Alka couldn't help but think, then controlled his breathing and stepped back.
The clown, who was already extremely angry, was not going to give Alka any chance anymore and rushed over like lightning with a dagger in hand.
Looking at the clown rushing towards him, a smile suddenly appeared on his originally embarrassed face.
A blue gradient card appeared under the clown's feet at some point.
After being stimulated, one water chain after another gushed out and was launched instantly.
He directly tied up the clown that was rushing towards him and forced him to stay in place.
In addition to tying up his limbs, they also tied his waist, locking him firmly in place.
This was the first card he got from Jack.
Compared to the ones he made himself, it is much more powerful and the stimulation is smoother.
After all, the cards he made couldn't even achieve gradient colors.
Alka took this opportunity to reload.
Dense red, thorn-like lines appeared on the clown's face.
With the sound of roar.
The chain of water flow began to become unstable, and water splashed out continuously.
Looking at the clown who had already freed his hands, Alka dodged to the side while reloading.
Dagger after dagger flew towards him.
It brushed against Alka and hit the surrounding mud and walls.
At this moment, the clown exerted force again and was about to break free from the water chains on his legs.
And daggers kept appearing in his hands and throwing them at Alka to prevent him from attacking him.
Run forward and roll to avoid the dagger attack.
The attack suddenly stopped.
Turn around and look.
The Joker had broken free of the chains on his legs.
Alka raised his hand and fired a shot. The clown, who was struggling 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 caused his wrist and the surrounding area to fester.
The scarlet thorns began to glow, and non-fatal injuries were no longer an obstacle to him.
And Alka didn't know when a magic hat appeared in his hand and he put it on his head.
Looking at the clown who hadn't gotten rid of the chain except for the one around his waist.
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.
