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Melanie turned around and saw John Watson was operating a simple projectile device to throw out detonators, but because the Gowell Hotel had completely collapsed, his actions also stopped.

Watson also felt the puzzled eyes of the "fellow believers", so he explained:

"This is the machine I found on the way here just now. I think this should be the stone throwing device that Brother Istvan had cast before in order to be able to bomb the Gowell Hotel remotely, so I used it directly."

After receiving such an explanation, the people of the Crossroads Church also nodded in sudden enlightenment.

They just saw Brother John skillfully operating the precise and simple machine to throw out one detonator after another, and thought that it was an item made by the other party. They were wondering when Brother John had time to make such a sophisticated machine-this is obviously the field of the caster.

But the next moment, they looked at the smoke-filled ruins with lingering fear, and they couldn't help trembling when they recalled their experience of losing control and being fascinated just now - such a strong glow, such a terrifying mental influence

They looked at each other and knew that facing such a powerful enemy, they must fight for their lives today to have a chance of survival!

So they all injected the last vitality extract liquid, dragged their exhausted bodies, and formed a crude crossroad array again. With the help of the heart perception given by the false fourth level, they immediately sensed the faint heartbeat rhythm coming from the collapsed and shattered ruins.

The purpose of forming the array this time was no longer to try to wake up the sky, but to turn the gathered mental power into a protective shield, trying to use the sound of drums to cheer up the mind and speed up the joke of vitality liquid, and at the same time guard against the strange glow that might come again, and protect their skull light that was swaying like a candle in the wind.

Moreover, in Melanie's opinion, although the heartbeat of old Michaelis was weak, it was definitely not because of the attack of the aftermath of the explosion - because the rhythm of the heartbeat was still the same as the rhythm she initially sensed and recorded, and the other party was not damaged at all by the continuous bombing! The other party's condition was still the same as when they first met! ! !

"Be careful, the other party is not dead yet, and it is very likely that he has not been damaged at all!"

She hurriedly reminded John, who did not join the Crossroads formation, with words of walking. After the encounter just now, she had recognized the other party's ability from the bottom of her heart.

If John had not arrived in time just now, awakened us with the aftermath of the explosion, and threw explosives to attack the Gowell Hotel one after another, hindering old Michaelis's further actions... Perhaps we would have been immersed in that strange fascination and could not perceive the situation outside, and were easily killed by old Michaelis!

Melanie also realized her shortcomings as a commander at this moment. It seemed that her combat experience was indeed not as good as that of the battle-hardened Brother John, so she tried to ask:

"Brother John, in your opinion, what should we do next?"

She also fully disclosed the existing known enemy information: "Old Michaelis, the owner of the Gaowell Hotel, has at least a third-level or even a fourth-level lamp phase, which is why he can drag all of us in the array into a fanatical resonance in an instant."

"And at this moment, I can still feel the other party's heart rhythm beating as accurately as a clock. Obviously, even if the other party is It has withstood the thunder bombardment we summoned, the repeated bombings you just did, and the burial of the hotel collapse, and was not affected at all. "

"This means that the other party either has an extremely strong physique, and has the characteristics of the Blade Casting Heart Cup, and the rank is definitely not below the third rank, which can withstand this series of attacks. "

"Or it has a very sufficient amount of characteristics materials to support the continuous operation of the protective ritual. "

"Or the other party has a powerful magic tool to protect itself from external harm. "

Melanie tapped her toes to explain her point of view, while looking solemnly at the ruins in front of her.

The brick and stone pile that was like a small mountain was gradually loosening, and it seemed that a terrifying beast was about to break out!

Watson listened to Melanie's words and steps, and the solemn look between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper. He couldn't help but recall the oppression he felt when facing William McConaughey. At that time, he still relied on the power of the Anti-Suppression Bureau to successfully arrest the leader of the Flash Blade Cult.

But even the powerful Anti-Suppression Bureau paid a terrible price in the process of arrest, especially the elimination troops and logistics personnel were killed or injured.

And now old Michaelis... seems to be more powerful than William McConaughey.

But the members of their Crossroads Cult are obviously difficult to compare with the Anti-Suppression Bureau... It seems to have fallen into a desperate situation.

But the blade in Watson's soul is trembling excitedly, and the sharp bayonet is clanging and roaring, telling the desire to fight.

And the moth in the skull is even more in a kind of crazy frenzy, the scales of the wings vibrate at a high frequency as if to throw away the broken wings, and splash a lot of moth scales into the body.

'I'm obviously in such a desperate situation, why is my heart beating violently? '

'Why does my blood seem to be boiling? '

'Why does my inner self seem to be roaring and roaring, letting me show everything about myself without reservation? ! ’

Watson could hardly suppress his trembling body and shaking fingers, which was due to both the fear of encountering a strong enemy and the excitement in his heart.

'Sure enough, compared to those weaklings who are too weak to fight back, my heart still longs to fight with the truly strong! ’

'Such a powerful body, such a tenacious spirit, such delicious prey...'

‘Facing such a powerful enemy... I can finally show my true strength that I have suppressed all this time, right? ! ! ! ’

Watson swallowed hard, but even if the desire to fight in his heart was as fierce as a fire, his rationality had not completely faded away. He was still reminding himself that he must not launch an attack rashly. He was not the opponent of old Michaelis at the moment. .

But if we can make good use of the five good 'religionists' in front of us and the two Mansu creatures who are forced to be loyal... we may be able to further weaken the power of old Michaelis.

Watson looked at the esoteric cultists who were trembling with fear and maintaining the crossroad ceremony, and thought in his heart: "We must squeeze out the last bit of value in the lives of these wastes."

"And when they all die, I will be able to display all my strength without reservation."

He looked inside at the pale moth residing in his skull, recalling the strange scenes in the past, which was definitely not a strange ability that ordinary moths could possess.

That is far more powerful than other moth phases, and may be a profound secret that is inextricably linked to a certain Woodland Sichen.

Watson murmured in his heart:

"Moth in the skull, let me see your limits!"

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