Chapter 878 Thatcher's Weakness

"Hehehe, come on!" With a creepy laugh, Thatcher suddenly pulled out the scimitar that was flashing with cold light, staring fiercely at Lucius in front of him, and fearlessly greeted his impending attack.

In an instant, the two men rushed towards each other like lightning, and a thrilling life-and-death battle began in this cabin that was so narrow that it was almost suffocating.

I saw scimitars and sword blades flying in the air, and every collision made an extremely sharp air explosion sound, as if tearing the surrounding air apart.

The movements of both sides were as fast as the wind. The ordinary soldiers opened their eyes wide, but could only see two blurry, dark figures colliding violently in front of them.

They were unable to see the specific moves and actions at all and only felt dazzled and terrified.

"Bang!" Suddenly, Lucius seized a fleeting opportunity.

Just as Thatcher's scimitar passed by, he seized the opportunity, exerted force suddenly, and the blade in his hand stabbed straight at Thatcher's arm like a flash of lightning.

The cold light flashed by without any hesitation. The next moment, everyone was horrified to find that a bloody arm had fallen on the floor of the cabin and rolled away.

However, faced with such a severe blow, Thatcher not only did not show the slightest sign of pain, but instead let out an even more sinister and weird laugh: "Hahahaha... Kind of interesting!"

Then, a shocking scene occurred. A mysterious device installed on Thatcher was suddenly activated, emitting a dazzling purple light.

Under the light, the lost arm regenerated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye and grew back onto his shoulder, as if nothing had happened.

"Like a gecko."

Lucius resumed his defensive stance, the blade pointed in front of him.

"You don't know what true power is. I am immortal. Even if you cut my body into pieces, I can be reborn." Thatcher looked at Lucius playfully and then sneered.

"None of my business."

Lucius took a deep breath, tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, and rushed forward again. However, at this moment, his eyes were suddenly attracted by something strange.

Thatcher's scimitar, which was flashing with cold light, began to slowly ooze out a strange purple mucus.

This purple slime exudes a sickening odor, as if it were some evil thing from the depths of hell.

Relying on his hundreds of years of experience, Lucius instantly realized that this mysterious mucus definitely contained great danger.

Faced with such a sticky situation, Lucius had to change his tactics. He moved flexibly and tried his best to avoid Thatcher's fierce attacks like a storm.

However, this made his movements obviously passive, and the cunning Thatcher took the opportunity to launch continuous attacks, trying to find flaws in Lucius' defense.

"Hahahahahaha... Fight back, you stupid guy! Quickly praise the Lord of Joy, only in this way can your death be filled with endless joy!" A crazy smile appeared on Thatcher's hideous and distorted face, and bursts of shrill laughter kept coming out of his mouth.

"Fuck you!" Lucius roared.

At this moment, he keenly captured a fleeting and excellent opportunity.

In a flash, when Thatcher was about to launch another fierce attack, Lucius suddenly stretched out a hand and blocked the fatal blow with lightning speed.

Then he quickly pulled out a plasma pistol from his waist with his other hand.

There was a loud "bang" and a dazzling blue light burst out from the muzzle like lightning, flying straight towards Thatcher.

In the blink of an eye, the blue light hit Thatcher's head accurately.

In an instant, an extremely hot temperature melted most of Thatcher's head.

However, what was unexpected was that despite suffering such a heavy blow, Thatcher did not fall.

On the contrary, a faint purple halo suddenly appeared at his terrible wound and quickly spread.

As the purple halo continued to spread, the head that had been blown to pieces and was in a horrible state began to heal itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it, this guy might have transformed from a lizard."

Lucius tightly gripped the sword in his hand, frowning, his brain working rapidly, thinking about strategies to deal with the powerful enemy in front of him.

He knew very well that Thatcher's strange resurrection skill must have some key points that he had not yet discovered.

Lucius's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, quickly scanning Thatcher's creepy body covered with corpses.

Just then, a subtle but crucial detail caught his attention.

When Thatcher activated his mysterious ability, a living person above his body suddenly shrank in the blink of an eye. The originally lively flesh turned into a lifeless mummy in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the power Thatcher gained became noticeably stronger, as if endless energy was pouring into his body from those shriveled bodies.

"I see, is this the true source of your power?"

Lucius's eyes suddenly turned extremely cold. Following his previous discovery, he immediately saw the pipes connected to Thatcher's body.

These tubes were like twisted poisonous snakes, winding and connecting the bodies of the battle nuns on Thatcher's body.

"Using the power generated by others' moments of joy to supply yourself, you are worthy of being a Chaos follower," Lucius growled.

"Hahaha, so what! This is the supreme gift bestowed upon me by the Lord of Joy!" He laughed wildly and his voice echoed in the bloody battlefield, contrasting with his crazy dancing figure.

As his emotions grew more intense, Thatcher's attacks became faster and faster, rushing towards Lucius like a storm.

After knowing the source of Thatcher's power, Lucius already knew how to deal with it.

When Thatcher's scimitar was about to stab his right arm, Lucius dodged suddenly, then grabbed Thatcher's wrist with one hand, and chopped at the pipe on Thatcher's body with the other hand.

"Stab!"

A pipe broke instantly under the sword blade, and purple liquid gushed out along the pipe.

"No! No! This is the holy water given to me by the Lord of Pleasure! No! No!"

Thatcher was panicking at the moment. He ignored Lucius and greedily licked the liquid that spilled on the ground.

"Next, it's my turn."

Lucius kicked Thatcher, who was kneeling on the ground, to the ground, and the decomposition field emitted from the blade of the power sword made a sharp roar.