From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 473 Losing Friends

well, he was, but well, he got zapped away as we entered the earth's atmosphere!

"who is this boy?!" dimitris asked as he focused his attention back on the boy with the flute.

"i'm not sure, but something about him is a lie. he managed to kill three of us already. i'm the last one standing. but if we can retrieve the souls, we can get them back in the fountain at least."

dimitris, with his legs still giving a slight shake, responded, "right. uh, can you even fight though?"

blood leaked from the man's mouth as he stated, "probably not, so i will lean on you."

"i will—" dimitris began, but was interrupted as the boy started playing the flute again.

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the boy spoke as he walked forward, "and what is the angelic race doing down here? not that it matters much. my king expected the angelic to tear each other apart at some point."

"tear us... what? why would we ever?!" dimitris exclaimed.

in a blink of an eye, the boy lowered the flute and vanished in a flash, appearing in front of dimitris. "to get another angel under my control though, i could have a lot of fun!" he said, opening his palm as he attempted to strike at dimitris' chest.

dimitris smirked back, his arm shaking with nervousness. "no! i just needed a distraction!" the rocks slid off dimitris's senior and around the boy before he fully manifested back with his green armband. he pulled a vial from his utility belt and slammed a green one into the boy's neck.

dimitris was shocked when it punctured the skin and thought, "wow, vice captain, i will have to shadow you more in the future."

moments later, dimitris felt his body weight shift and turn as intense pain flared in his side. a second later, he went flying, tumbling along the ground before he crashed into a nearby wall.

the boy brought his hand above his neck. "what the hell did that loser inject me with, and how did it even pass through my skin?" pulling the small item from his neck, the boy looked at it in his palm, flicking the end of the tip. "i see, it weakens whatever it comes in contact with, and the tip of it was pressed a few seconds early because of how nervous he was, and it landed on my skin."

"damn angelics with their fancy toys," he muttered. he threw it to the side before looking at the man's face, which was full of fear.

the boy smirked and stated, "aww, why so devastated? you're about to die. at least paint a better face that i can remember at the end of time, okay?"

the man ignored him, looking past the boy and screaming out, "kieran!!! what the hell are you doing? why did you just kick dimitris?!"

the boy twirled his flute around in his hands for a moment before he kept playing. as the flute played, nothing around happened except for a few dozen zombies falling from the sky above the portal.

the boy, with a pouted face, said, "well, that is a bit annoying. i guess that shot insanely weakened my flute playing." moments later, another bullet slammed into the side of the boy's head as wind kicked up around him.

as he brushed off the attack, the man noticed a slight bruise where the bullet hit. looking in the direction of the fire, he noticed over 40 men in ragged clothes in a 360-degree formation, shooting and dropping the zombies as they attempted to surround them.

moments later, a black-haired woman with a pair of white eyes jumped from the formation.