“Clang!” A crisp sound echoed as Fatso’s large cleaver instantly collided with Eamonn’s arm. This caused Eamonn’s movement to slow down momentarily, giving Arnold an opportunity to evade.
Arnold landed swiftly, recalling the recent danger. He shot a grateful glance at Fatso, who rolled up his sleeves and looked at Eamonn with a face of disdain.
“Back for another beating today? If you hadn’t escaped so quickly back then,No matter how you put it today, I have to give you a memorial ceremony ! But it doesn’t matter; facing me, I’ll still send you down to accompany your brother!” Fatso continued, unabashedly eying Shirley, a hint of smugness in his gaze.
Eamonn glared furiously at Fatso, his expression growing increasingly fierce. He knew that if it weren’t for this Fatso breaking his brother’s thigh bone, Augustus wouldn’t have met such a gruesome end. So, he felt that Augustus’s death was related to David, and more directly to Fatso.
“Fatso, I’ll make you pay now!” Eamonn roared, then suddenly lunged towards Fatso.
Although Eamonn was a Level 9 esper and held an advantage over Fatso in terms of power, since returning from the youth apartment, Fatso had used blood and bones from the ghost zombies to achieve a qualitative leap in his physical strength , Shirley is on the side, In addition ,as the saying goes, a woman by your side boosts your fighting power. Fatso rolled up his sleeves, without hesitation, and pounced towards Eamonn.
In the blink of an eye, the two collided. Eamonn’s palm strike aimed at Fatso’s forehead was fast, accurate, and ruthless. The resulting wind sounded like a fierce “whoosh.” Fatso was equally uncompromising, raising his elbow for a punch aimed at Eamonn’s jaw.
Eamonn swiftly evaded, but as he did, he launched a mid-air kick toward Fatso’s face. This immediately alarmed Fatso ,what did he live for in this world? If Eamonn’s kick connected and ruined his face, how could he continue getting by? How could he bravely face his love-struck girl?
“Who do you think I am, a fat cat? Go to hell!” Fueled by anger, Fatso sprang into action, rapidly drawing a dagger from his waist. He used his powerful physical strength to grasp Eamonn’s incoming right leg and then lifted the dagger.
“Swish!” The dagger flashed with a cold light against Eamonn’s leg. In the next moment, a gash appeared on his leg, and blood immediately sprayed out.
Eamonn swiftly maneuvered, transforming into a smoky haze and retreating backward. After he stabilized himself and saw the blood on his leg, his expression turned grim. He hadn’t expected Fatso to possess such strength. In their previous scuffle, Eamonn hadn’t taken Fatso seriously due to his overconfidence, allowing Fatso to seize an opportunity and injure him.
However, Fatso’s strike had successfully provoked Eamonn: “Fatso, I’ll make you suffer before you die.”Eamonn discarded his shirt, staring at Fatso like a devil. The moment he removed his shirt, a face suddenly emerged on his chest. As the face became visible to everyone, its eyes snapped open. The torn mouth slowly widened, and an extremely long tongue extended like a venomous snake, watching Fatso with a constant licking of its lips.
“Provoking me, everyone present here today will die! This world belongs to Alexander, and you all will eventually become lifeless corpses!” Eamonn placed his right hand over his heart, smiling faintly at Fatso and David.
“Thud!” A muffled sound came as Eamonn forcefully pierced his fingertip into his skin, sliding his palm into the flesh as if searching for something. Soon enough, he held a trembling, blood-red object in his palm before the onlookers.
“Is that… that guy’s heart?” Charles exclaimed in astonishment after getting a clear view of the object in Eamonn’s hand. The others reacted similarly, looking at Eamonn as if they were witnessing a monster.
Even Fatso furrowed his brows, gripping the large cleaver he had picked up moments ago. The moment that face appeared, David sensed a foul, decaying odor in the air. He immediately realized that Eamonn was no longer an esper but a zombie. That face was the unknown zombie parasite living within him, and everything he was doing seemed to be a form of ritual – sacrificing himself, using his own flesh and blood to summon the power of the zombie within him.
Indeed, just as David had suspected, Eamonn placed the heart from his palm into the mouth of the parasitic face. The face opened its mouth voraciously, swallowing Eamonn’s heart as if it had starved for centuries. Blood dripped from its lips onto the ground, and the chilling sound of its heavy chewing sent shivers down everyone’s spines in the garage.
As the face devoured Eamonn’s heart, Louisa and Lucinda arrived behind him. At the sight of Louisa’s inexplicable appearance, Monica was the first to freeze.
“How did she end up here?” Monica questioned, looking at Lucinda beside Louisa, both women staring expressionlessly at them as if they were ready to charge at any moment. ．
David glanced at Monica’s expression and immediately understood. he looked at these two women, realizing that they were zombies with strength around Level 7. Unlike typical zombies, they possessed complete human forms, as if they had evolved back to human shapes.
This puzzled David; he believed the appearance of these two individuals was intricately connected to Danny and that their intentions were malevolent. Their hostile gazes were clear indicators. However, scanning the surroundings, David didn’t spot Danny.
Meanwhile, Danny was standing in a building just outside the garage, a smile on his face. He knew that the grand hunt of David and the Embers squad was about to begin. Soon enough, the face had devoured Eamonn’s heart completely.
“Come forth! Carnage Wraith! These people will all become your most delectable feast!” Eamonn shouted while laughing manically, his arms outstretched.
The entity known as Carnage Wraith grew increasingly agitated, its facial expression becoming eerier and more disturbing. Unexpectedly, a mind-boggling scene unfolded.
The Carnage Wraith slowly dissipated, and Eamonn’s body twisted in agony. His expression turned grotesque, as if he were enduring some sort of internal upheaval.
In the next instant, the Carnage Wraith’s face replaced Eamonn’s. Eamonn’s limbs underwent a dramatic transformation; sharp, bone-like structures emerged, encasing his limbs like bamboo shoots sprouting after rain. Even his neck and head had several protrusions.
Eamonn’s original form had vanished entirely. Instead, a ghostly zombie now lowered its head, emitting sinister sneers. The Carnage Wraith had completely taken control of Eamonn’s body.