“Serzen, where is father? The enemy is more troublesome than I thought. If I use all my power, another portal might appear at this side too.” Malcolm asked as he fought. Although with the help of Helez, he was able to trick the enemy and get stronger thanks to his ultimate, the enemy was still stronger than he could deal on his own while blocking part of his power.

“Sir, the Old Leader is fighting with the monster and surrounded at the moment. He is having trouble as well.” Serzen reported.

“Portal appeared?” Malcolm asked with a frown. There were monsters lurking in the dead world, but the number of them wouldn’t be enough to danger Mercer. Now that he was unable to help them, it meant a new portal appeared where Mercer went.

“Yes, sir. Old Leader trying to seal it as he fights.” Serzen reported, then his voice came once again. “Shit!”

“What happened?” Malcolm asked as he barely dodged the Pope’s attack.

“Another awakened dead is marching to your location with a few dozens thousands walking dead,” Serzen reported. “I will try to hold him down. The Anemone family also went to intercept them.”

“Got it, stay safe,” Malcolm reported and focused on the battle in front of him. They could hear gunshots from afar.

The Pope looked at the distance and smirked evilly. Then he turned to look at Malcolm once again. Ever since he got hit for the first time, Malcolm was not able to land a hit again. Pope was moving faster than him and had scary instincts.

Malcolm’s muscles swelled to the limit and the wand in his hand shone with deadly light. Malcolm, like a panther dashing to its prey, appeared in front of the Pope. The wand came from the top of Pope’s head, while Malcolm’s left hand punched on its torso. Pope took a step back to evade both attacks, but the wand stretched just enough to hit him on the head.

“Let’s start the new game.” Malcolm smiled and asked, “There are five birds on top of a tree and I shot one, how many would be left?” As he asked, the wand turned into a lifelike tree with birds chirping on its branches.

The Pope was on the ground and was looking at the tree. Although he couldn’t understand the language, he somehow understood what Malcolm was asking. An invisible hand held his head and forced him to answer.

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“BWEARGH!” He said in gibberish.

“Wrong, there would be none left because others would be afraid of gunshot and scatter,” Malcolm said with a wide smile. As he finished, a gun appeared in the air and shot one of the birds. All the others flew away while the one that got shot fell slowly.

Malcolm took advantage of Pope’s confusion and charged. Wand in his hand turned into a gun and Malcolm pulled the trigger. The bullet was like a lifelike bird with a sharp beak and hit the pope on his shoulder. The peak pierced a little, and the Pope screamed in pain.

Wand transformed again and took the shape of a staff. With it, Malcolm started to beat the Pope. “There are three women in the park eating ice cream. One is biting, one is licking and one is sucking the cream. Which one is married?” Malcolm asked again.

“BEAGH?!” The Pope answered but Malcolm smiled even bigger.

“I like the way you think, but it is the one with the ring on her finger.” The wand turned into a giant ring and fell on top of the helpless Pope.

Miles looked at the scene with a dumbfounded expression. Merlin was laughing like a madman. “Man, dad is going all out.”

“What is that ability?” Miles asked. The Pope was answering ardently. The scene was funny yet Miles couldn’t laugh when he saw the fervor expression.

“Father’s ultimate’s second form. Guess Game!” Merlin was laughing so hard, he almost fell from the side of the spectator zone.

Miles turned to look at Malcolm and noticed the wand in his hand was getting stronger with each question Pope failed to answer.

“What did the ocean say to the beach?”

“BEGHEAH?”

“Nothing, it just waved.”

Malcolm asked questions after questions and with each wrong answer, the wand turned into something related to the question and bashed on Pope’s body. A giant wave, bird, ring, staff, gun… But every time, it was getting stronger too.

“Let’s finish this!” Malcolm smirked and asked with a happy face, “How many trains did I derail last year?”

“HTFSIKYDA?”

“Can’t say for sure, it’s so hard to keep track!” Malcolm looked at Pope like dead meat as the wand turned into a giant train. Its body was pitch black with dangerous flames-like markings all over its body. At the head, it was fuming with lightning-covered smoke. At the tip of the train, there was a giant spike.

“Choo Choo!”

“Go, Dream Crusher!” Malcolm laughed heartily as the locomotive puffed along. Even old train sounds could be heard. All the soldiers cleared the area while the train crashed into the Pope. The spike penetrated its body while fire and lightning seeped into its cells, destroying him from inside.

Miles looked at the scene fatuously, his hand holding the arrow locked in position, forgetting the fire. Even the mindless walking dead looked at their supreme leader for a second, lost in thoughts. But after a while, they lost their minds once again and attacked the group. But with their leader gone, their boosts also diminished. In no time at all, the coliseum was clear once again.

Malcolm with a big smile looked in a direction. There was still another awakened dead, and Malcolm was getting more and more excited. “Let them all hear my awesome jokes!”