For these three purebred Americans, the clear rhythm of the bell and drum, as well as the melodious four-syllable chant, was indeed more like an exotic "rap" than the accompaniment of a Taoist priest performing a ritual.
However, the "rap" wasn't the main point. The main point was that Luke, who was charging upward, suddenly glowed with a golden light.
The golden light quickly spread out from his body. One meter, two meters, five meters … it didn't stop until it was ten meters tall.
In the process, he was still charging upward, completely obscured by the golden light.
On Staten Island at night, there was a small golden sun rising.
The injured woman on the ground was dumbfounded. All she could do was mumble "OMG."
The old man and Big Wave, on the other hand, were a little unlucky.
Luke was still using the special fusion energy that had been cloned from the blue bullet, except that he had attached it to his telekinesis and expanded it around his body.
Thus, the golden sun was the same as the blue bullet, and could only be seen by 5-10% of an ordinary person.
For the old man and Big Wave, who were RIPD members, the light effect was 100% complete.
Luke was about to make a huge profit. He invested ten thousand credit points into the little golden sun, and the brightness of the golden light instantly multiplied several times.
The injured woman, who was just an ordinary person, could still look at the golden sun. In the eyes of the old man and Big Wave, it was as dazzling as the sun that had suddenly appeared in the middle of the night.
"Ahhh!" The two of them screamed at the same time. They covered their eyes and hurriedly lowered their heads, cursing, "F * ck!"
But compared with their temporary blindness, the dead ghosts that had charged down from the sky in an attempt to steal the divine artifact of the Netherworld were undoubtedly much more unlucky.
Accompanied by the deafening sound of the bell and the chanting of the Rebirth Mantra in standard Chinese, the golden sun that Luke had turned into crashed into the dead ghosts that were like a black dragon.
The two sides were moving at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, the grayish-black dragon formed by the dead ghosts plunged into the golden sun.
The dead ghosts didn't even have time to scream or smoke; they simply evaporated.
The group of dead ghosts that were falling from the back were terrified, but not many of them could control their falling bodies.
The little golden sun was like the little yellow ball in the game Pac-Man. It opened its mouth wide and caught the ghosts below. From time to time, it would adjust its position to ensure that a series of ghosts fell in.
There was no blood, but an extremely tragic car accident occurred.
These more than seven hundred dead ghosts finally got a rare opportunity to escape from the Underworld.
Now, before they even landed, more than 500 of them didn't even have the chance to appear in the human world before they disappeared.
The remaining two hundred or so were slightly luckier. They were further away from the main group and were lucky enough to avoid being devoured by the golden sun.
But before they could rejoice, the small golden sun came to an abrupt stop. With a boom, it dragged a long trail of flames behind it as it rapidly dived down from the highest point.
At this time, the small golden sun had shrunk to two meters in diameter, but rays of golden light as thick as a finger kept peeking out from the small sun. They were like venomous snakes, constantly piercing the fallen soldiers and turning them into ashes.
At the same time, Luke's guns weren't idle. He fired a series of golden bullets.
He didn't want to let go of any of the dead ghosts that floated in the air. They were all experience and credit points!
The three people on the ground were completely dumbfounded. What the hell was this?
The black mass of dead ghosts … was gone, just like that?
In fact, the dead ghosts were falling faster and faster. Some of them, who had quick reflexes and could fly, wanted to scatter and flee.
In order to kill those who ran the fastest, Luke had turned back in the air to intercept and kill some of the people who had slipped through the net.
In the end, the scattered fifty or so dead ghosts finally fell to the ground and ran.
To them, the golden ball of light was too terrifying. It was as if it was eating them like they were food.
Although they were dead, it wasn't like they didn't have any intelligence.
Many of the dead ghosts saw the divine artifact of the Underworld erected on the golden ladder nearby, but none of them went in that direction. Instead, they simply scattered and fled.
There was still the little old man, the big wave, and the injured woman on the ground? They didn't care at all. In any case, they couldn't be as terrifying as the golden ball of light.
Unfortunately, they had run into a staunch pragmatist this time.
Even though Luke's Big Dipper Armor was best at concealment and dexterity, it wasn't particularly fast compared to Tony's Mark series armor.
The dozen or so dead ghosts who could fly had also been killed first when he turned back to intercept them.
Only two of them with bat wings on their backs were stronger. One of them was even able to teleport away after taking a heavy blow.
Luke didn't have the ability to teleport, and didn't know where the guy had gone, so he could only give up for now.
Now, the only people left who could only run on their own two feet were dead if they wanted to compete with the Big Dipper Armor in a straight line.
The only three onlookers had become true "spectators."
They could only watch as the person who looked like a golden sun made a big circle in the air and blew up all the fleeing dead ghosts before it flew back and landed in front of them.
At that moment, Luke was in a good mood again.
Although he might have missed the chance to stop the Great Vortex from opening, the dead ghost leader Heinz's final "summon monsters and feed them" operation had really saved a lot of losses for Luke.
After all, if he had really closed the Great Vortex in time, these seven hundred dead ghosts wouldn't have had a chance to come out, and he wouldn't have been able to eat them like noodles and turn them into points.
Now that he was in a good mood, his attitude was a lot better.
He lowered his head and stared at the injured woman through the two black eye sockets on the black and white skull mask.
"Who is she?" he asked.
The woman's lips moved, but she didn't say anything.
She knew that this question wasn't directed at her, even if this terrifying black and white skull with even more terrifying strength was currently staring at her.
The little old man said, "She's …"
Luke said impatiently, "Speak human language."
The little old man was also annoyed. Knowing that his words had been automatically changed again, he quickly changed his words. "She's on our side. She's not a bad person."
Luke hummed in response and took out a syringe from his waist and a bottle of Life One with his other hand.
Chi!
Half of the ten-milliliter bottle of Life One was injected into the woman's neck.
At the same time, he nimbly pulled out the dagger in her stomach and glanced at it. After confirming that it wasn't a special item, he threw it away.
Alarmed, the little old man lunged at him. "Wait, don't …"
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