Mystic Dominator

Bang bang bang bang!

Five shots fired in a row, and the revolver with a capacity of six rounds, this guy fired all the bullets without reservation.

Similarly, the blade flashed in front of Patricia continuously.

The cold light danced in the air, and blocked all the bullets without omission, looking at the other party with cold eyes, Patricia showed no intention of stopping.

When the last bullet was blocked by her, the blade immediately slashed towards the man in front of him.

— But this time things have changed.

Watching the silver light cut down on his body helplessly, the cult warlock in the darkness was not shocked or frightened.

On the low face, there was a cruel and crazy smile instead.

"..."

"go to hell!"

Realizing that something was wrong, Patricia instantly took two steps back.

At the same time, Ronald, who had been protected by the girl, stepped forward at the same time.

boom--

In the next second, the cult warlock's body exploded suddenly.

Red and black flesh mixed with green blood splattered everywhere, and the fragments of broken bones shot around like a shower, centering on the position where the cult warlock blew himself up, and there was no safe place here.

At first glance, it looks like a terrifying firework made of flesh and blood, exploding in the courtyard.

The snow that had originally accumulated was also turned into a puff of white smoke by the sudden explosion, but more of it was the gas dissolved by this filthy flesh and blood.

The danger of this thing is obvious.

At this time, there is only an unspoiled shelter facing the cellar entrance.

That was the black mist pulled out by Ronald.

At the critical moment, he stepped forward decisively and used the black mist formed by the power of original sin to block in front of the two of them.

Although this kind of black mist can't block too violent physical impact.

But the impact effect on the mysterious side is still acceptable.

Under layers of wrapping, the two of them were finally protected from the impact.

Sensing the movement around him dissipating, Ronald could not help but ask while removing the black mist:

"Are these cult warlocks capable of self-destruction?"

"It's better to look at the school."

Patricia shook her head, and waved the rapier in her hand as if she wanted to shake off something dirty: "The more common cult warlocks are actually not crazy enough to ask someone to blow themselves up."

Hum——

Suddenly, a slight sound came from the ground.

Ronald and Patricia looked at the past at the same time, and then their expressions changed suddenly.

The cultist who blew himself up just now pretended to surrender and threw a 'School Mark' up when he came up.

But now, the metal plate was lying alone on the ground, vibrating without any external interference.

Along with the vibration, a faint white light emitted from it.

clang--

Without any hesitation.

This time Ronald didn't even have time to protect himself with the black mist, Patricia took the first step.

Because the distance was really far away, she simply threw the rapier in her hand.

The silver-white sharp blade galloped out of the hand, like a bolt of lightning instantly nailed to the center of the 'School Mark', and even had enough power to penetrate the ground to a depth of several centimeters.

Snapped--

Under the gaze of the two.

At the bottom of the rapier inserted obliquely into the ground, the pierced 'School Mark' was split into two halves from the middle.

There is no longer the vision just now.

"..."

Seeing the 'School Mark' that lost its response after being physically damaged, Patricia walked over and drew out her rapier.

She was still fighting at this time, and she didn't intend to fight others with bare hands.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the wall.

"Mr. Home, are you home?"

"I heard some movement here, are you okay?"

"Mr. Home...?"

Oops!

Ronald and Patricia's eyes sank at the same time.

The commotion caused by the battle just now is really not small. Although it is already night, it is not time for every family to close their doors and go to sleep.

So it was only natural that the family's next-door neighbors were aware of the movement.

Then come and check the situation!

Normally, people on the mysterious side would of course strictly abide by the rules and not involve ordinary people in the affairs here.

But for the people in the cellar, it is now a life-and-death crisis!

Can you still expect this group of cult warlocks to honestly hide it?

clack clatter——

Whatever you say.

Although I don't know what the original battle plan of the cult warlock was.

But now that ordinary people are coming to cover, they naturally don't mind taking advantage of such a god-given opportunity.

As footsteps approached, a man in a brown coat and a wide-brimmed hat came out.

——Standard investigator attire.

Reminiscent of the power of 'betrayal' absorbed into his hands before, Ronald didn't even need to guess, he knew that the man in front of him was an inside ghost planted in the investigation bureau.

Otherwise, it couldn't be that the cult warlock betrayed his companions and turned to the Bureau of Investigation, right?

The coachman who hired the carriage outside is still missing!

A few breaths passed, and except for the person who was convicted of 'rage', they carried out, and several other people also walked out of the cellar one after another.

Except for being killed by Patricia with a single sword, one self-destructed, and the other lost consciousness.

Behind the man dressed as an investigator, a woman and a man followed, and the unconscious guy was simply carried on the shoulders of the man.

"..."

The snowflakes still fell on their own, the traces of the previous battle and the beginning were vaguely covered up.

Although the other party's expression could not be seen clearly in the dark night.

But in the shadows, Ronald could feel the rebellious investigator smiling at them.

Immediately, the voice outside the wall rang again:

"Mr. Home?"

"I am here."

This time, the guy dressed as the investigator directly answered the people outside:

"Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes, I heard some movement here."

"Someone in my family was injured and is going to the hospital now!"

While chatting loudly with people outside, the man dressed as an investigator also showed the school imprint of the Bureau of Investigation in front of his face.

Immediately, he whispered:

"You two, I know you are not from the Bureau of Investigation."

"Why do you have to make a living here?"

"I am voluntarily bound to be your prisoner. The value of a person who betrayed the Bureau of Investigation is much greater than that of a few cult warlocks, and it will not violate the principle of confidentiality."

While speaking, he waved his hand.

"You take the people into the carriage and go, don't come to Grid again in the future."

A man dressed as an investigator stood in front of him, and the two behind him immediately dragged their companions out.

Immediately outside the fence came the sound of them talking to residents.

Looking at Ronald and Patricia who were motionless in front of them, as if acquiescing to their behavior.

The man dressed as an investigator felt that he had the chance to win, so he smiled.

If these people can escape, their plan will be considered a success.