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The heads with stunned, panicked and confused expressions fell to the ground one after another. The nerve signals sent out before death still remained in the body. Some of the headless bodies pulled the trigger, and the skewed barrel fired bullets, but all of them fell into the air.

The partially headless body followed the last order and fled in a hurry. It staggered and fell to the ground as if it lost power before taking two steps.

A large amount of blood spurted out from the flat incision of the carotid artery, splashing onto the ground and forming a mirror-like pool of blood, which reflected the receding figure from the back.

The fresh blood penetrates into the soil and turns into nutrients that nourish the earth. It also turns into nutrients that nourish the moth in Watson's skull!

Having Elrich arrested and imprisoned, misleading radicals that it was the Order of the Flashing Blade that led to the arrest of the police, deceiving William McConaughey into a siege at the Order's headquarters...this series of deceit finally condensed into a huge victory. The sluggish intracranial moth gnawed heartily on the fruit, regained its wild vitality, and its body thrived to its current limit, which was the perfect limit of the secret transmission of the first-order moth.

The moth inside the skull flapped its wings excitedly, and the cocoon symbolized by the head seemed to be unable to withstand it and burst open. The breath of transformation leaked from the crack and sank into Watson's body.

His sense of touch became extremely sensitive. He could feel the roughness of the lining against his skin. He could feel the weak wind caressing his face like a gurgling flow of liquid. He could clearly feel the metal on his fingertips against the trigger of the gun. Unpolished roughness.

Watson couldn't help but want to throw away his clothes and inner constraints, smash the plaster on his left arm, release the chaos and bloodlust of his nature, frantically pulled the trigger and opened fire one after another, killing the soldiers of the Anti-Suppression Force ambushed not far downstairs. They were all beaten to pieces... However, the rational power contained in the artificial noon stone pendant hanging on his chest completely suppressed his restlessness.

With the help of the vision given by the moth, Watson can clearly see the killing process of William McConaughey even though he is far away.

In the eyes of mortals, the leader of the Order of the Shining Blade simply stretched out his fingers like a knife and waved his arm lightly. The knife easily cut through the rough linen clothes of the radicals, tore the scarlet muscle fibers, and severed the cervical vertebrae among them. Bones, bright blood lines like rubies shot out.

But in the eyes of Watson, in the pupils blessed by moths, the skin on William's fingertips rolled away, like the sheath of a sharp weapon falling off, revealing a true sharp 'palm knife' with a cold light inside!

The moment William McConaughey expelled the blood from his fingertips, dazzling lights suddenly lit up in the surrounding dense grass, like a lighthouse on the seaside emitting a thick beam of light, and the beam of light also seemed like a thrown spear piercing the leader of the Flashing Blade. on the body.

Behind the sudden flames was a huge concave mirror, and the dazzling light made this remote river bend as bright as noon.

With the help of the three Blade Cultists, Elric, Gino and Elf, Charlotte Holmes finally convinced the Anti-Suppression Bureau to dispatch again and was willing to set up an ambush here.

A strange and incomprehensible ritual has been arranged here. Three officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau slowly walked out of the grass with their eyes closed. Marks like door leaves were drawn on their eyelids. They chanted mantras that disturbed their minds. , the mirrors they held in their arms showed deformed round pupils, with some intense light emitting from the pupils.

The melody of the mantra was calm and indifferent, like mechanical percussion, showing an merciless coldness, but it made William McConaughey feel unusually familiar. This was exactly the night watchman's mourning ceremony he planned to have the cult members perform. .

It's just that the offensive and defensive momentum is different at this time. The mastermind behind the ritual who once directed the believers to perform the ritual has now become a sacrifice for the Anti-Suppression Bureau to perform the ritual!

William McConaughey only felt that the radiance of the mirror in the arms of the three ritual performers was so strong, as if sticky and heavy mercury was dripping on his skin, and his limbs and torso seemed to be bearing a heavy burden.

His five senses seemed to be dissolved in this blazing light, but his reason felt indescribably cold. That was because the sticky light falling on the surface of his body was greedily absorbing the light in his strong skull.

The flame of rationality flickered and was about to be extinguished, the thick rationality seemed to disintegrate and shatter, and the strong desire to fight with blades seized his mind.

William suddenly realized that no wonder he couldn't restrain his inner desire to kill and slaughtered all the radicals. It turned out that he had fallen into the trap of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. The place had already set up rituals to weaken rationality, making it impossible for him to control the skyrocketing price. desire.

The rapidly melting winter phase erupted with its final remaining power, and the cold breath flowed through his body, temporarily maintaining his sanity.

William McConaughey is the leader of the Order of the Flashing Blade. The order respects the Scarred Thousand and adheres to the code of the blade. In the eyes of uninformed mortals, this is nothing more than a barbaric pagan organization that worships and is superstitious about backward cold weapons. .

But now he was unarmed, surrounded by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, and seemed to be in a desperate situation from which he could not escape.

but!

Blade, how can it be such an inconvenient thing!

Blades are the art of fighting and killing, and cold swords are weapons of war, so naturally fiery firearms are also weapons of war. This weapon born purely for killing is the most suitable instrument for the principles pursued by Blade Cultists!

William flipped his hands, and two revolvers appeared in his palms. He opened the bow left and right and fired continuously. Short bursts of fireworks spewed out from the muzzle, shattering one of the mirrors that emitted light. Blood was left on the broken glass, and there was a faint feeling of anger. wailing.

The warheads fired at other mirrors were intercepted by solid steel shields, causing only tinkling sparks.

Several soldiers from the Anti-Suppression Bureau's Suppression Force walked out of the dense grass. They all wore thick steel full-body armor and fully enclosed helmets, leaving only a fence-like gap for observation and breathing. The expressions of the armored soldiers could not be observed under the steel face armor, but the polished steel armor surface seemed to be dazzling gold under the light. They were like divine soldiers descended from the sky!

They held steel shields as heavy as walls and suddenly inserted them into the ground as a cover, protecting the ritual performers behind them. The merciless glow continued to shine in the specific tiny gaps of the steel shield, snatching the target's skull lights.

They raised their rifles, and in the smoke, the steel bullets whistled towards the target under the shining light.

William McConaughey missed the target, so he naturally wouldn't stay there stupidly. He suddenly let out a high-pitched scream like a sharp metal scrape. The high-frequency ultrasonic wave was like an invisible blade that directly blasted the glass of those huge searchlights, and the venue fell into darkness again, but this could not shatter the round pupil mirror in the arms of the ritual performer.

Those strong greed and rational glow still exist.

William trampled on the ground hard, and the muddy river soil rolled. His thin body shot out like an arrow from a string, escaping to the shadow that the glow could not illuminate, trying to use the tall grass to block the glow.

But a whistling sound came from a distance, and the slender hexagonal bullet penetrated the night sky and attacked, like a vicious venomous snake biting his thigh, and the dull sound of flesh and blood piercing was mixed with a slight crisp sound like the collision of metal and iron.

William's cheetah-like body couldn't help but stagnate. Several bullets from the extermination troops hit his back, and faint blood bloomed. Under the impact of the impact, he rolled forward with his hands on the ground, and was about to escape into the shadow of the deep grass.

However, at this time, other anti-suppression agents who gradually arrived threw burning kerosene bottles, which landed accurately in front of the flash blade leader. The flames spread, the dry grass leaves quickly ignited, and the merciless glow shone on the target like a shadow.

William McConaughey resisted the crazy and bloodthirsty killing intent that was raging in his heart. He rolled forward to avoid the attack of the anti-suppression bureau, and at the same time turned around in the air and pulled the trigger one after another. In the gunpowder smoke from the gun barrel, the bloodthirsty and sharp blade-like bullets roared out, accurately squeezed into the eye gap of the steel helmet of the extermination troops, and bloomed suppressed blood.

The clever extermination soldier raised his arm and used the thicker arm armor to block the bullets in front of his eyes, while the other arm also pulled the trigger in the direction of the target.

For a moment, thick smoke filled the field, and the merciless glow could not completely penetrate it. The strange glow that seized the mind was also obscured by the dust and its effectiveness was greatly reduced.

The clear sound of metal collisions in the smoke was endless, and sometimes there was a crisp sound of metal collisions, mixed with wailing and screaming, and the dull sound of bullets penetrating the flesh.

Boom - perhaps it was a grenade thrown by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, or a grenade thrown by William, the explosions rang out one after another, the smoke in the field became thicker, and only a large group of turbid shadows could be seen under the night sky.

Even if Watson used all his eyesight, he could only make out a hazy figure, but he kept counting William's gunshots. The leader who was in a desperate situation used a revolver made in Great Britain, and at this time, similar gunshots from that position had already sounded eighteen times.

You know, the magazine of a standard revolver only has a capacity of six rounds, which proves that William carries more than three guns with him!

Watson thought that the leader of the secret cult had a more serious fear of insufficient firepower than himself!

The earth suddenly shook, and a seven-foot (210 cm) strong soldier stepped into the battlefield. The hard armor he wore was much thicker than that of other soldiers. His steps on the ground were so heavy that it was like a tank in the cold weapon era entering the battlefield.

The giant soldier wielded a palm-wide thick-bladed broadsword with both hands. The blade was mixed with a little bit of pure white light, making his figure particularly conspicuous in the fog and smoke.

All the people present heard was a very obvious sound of flesh being torn apart, and a deafening buzzing sound like a bronze bell, and there seemed to be two painful groans.

Then the giant soldier who had just entered the scene for less than three seconds stumbled out of the smoke, and there was a deep fist mark on his breastplate that pointed forward like a chicken's breast.

But this huge extermination soldier was also extremely brave. His fence-like face armor leaked a trace of blood that should be spitting out, but he only rested for a few seconds with his sword propped up, emptied the magazine of his revolver at the gradually dissipating smoke, and then raised the thick-bladed broadsword again, roared into the smoke, and smashed down with the heavy sword raised above his head.

In Watson's vision, the sword blade dotted with white starlight was like a broken crescent, and it disappeared only halfway down. The white light seemed to be covered with a layer of blood or minced meat, becoming dim.

A heart-wrenching hoarse scream sounded, and a sturdy arm covered in steel was thrown high from the smoke, drawing a bloody parabola in the night sky, and fell at the heels of Charlotte Holmes.

The broken cross-section like jagged teeth showed the eerie white bones, and a little blood splattered on the uppers of her high leather boots.

When I was a reader: MD, why is this book updated so slowly? Is it difficult to write 10,000 words a day? ! ! !

When I was the author: Wow, how can the author of the same period write so fast? Is he cheating? ! ! !