This aura is deadly

Chen Ke walked up the stairs slowly, the revolver in his hand ready to move. There was no one in sight, but the footsteps could be heard clearly.

Leather shoes produced in the 19th century could not make such a sound. It was more like the sound of iron armor moving.

He stepped over a maid whose eyes were bleeding. The chest of the corpse was smashed with sharp objects. The white sternum was turned outwards, and half of it was exposed from the chest cavity.

When Chen Ke came to the corridor on the second floor, he immediately saw the iron armor pacing slowly at the end of the corridor. That was his complete set of Angel's Elegy.

It looked like a human being, pacing slowly and leisurely step by step, making click-click sounds. There was a layer of blood on the surface of the armor, and something like blood vessels was draped on the shoulder armor.

Densely packed blood-red small tumors were attached to the plastron and breastplate, and were swelling and shrinking, as if they were breathing.

Chen Ke glanced at the armor. The helmet seemed to be conscious, twisting towards it. Flesh-colored tentacles stretched out from the narrow gap in the mask. The armor stretched out its hands towards Chen Ke and walked quickly towards him.

"+1 hour"

"+1 hour"

"+1 hour"

"+1 hour"

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The long-lost murderous aura rushed to him. No matter who was wearing that armor, Chen Ke had to take it off. Without saying a word, he placed the revolver on his waist and kept tapping the hammer on the handle with his left hand.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There were crisp gunshots six times, and the muzzle of the revolver flashed with red blood. Only two of the six divine blood bullets hit the armor, and the other four flew to the ceiling and walls.

"Fuck, I haven't practiced..." Chen Ke was ashamed, and the bullet marks in the corners of his eyes were slowly filling up.

The reason why he didn't use extraordinary skills was because he didn't want to attract too much attention. After all, the mansion was on the street, and it was better to make some gunshots than to break a wall at once.

When the bullets were reloaded, Chen Ke used a directional shooting posture to shoot at the knees of the armor. This thing was bulletproof, but the recoil was still useful. If you didn't expect to penetrate it, you could at least shoot it down.

The divine blood bullet did not bounce off the armor, but turned into a blood spot and stuck to the armor, causing it to stumble. When the armor was one body away from Chen Ke, it suddenly flew towards him.

Chen Ke suddenly stepped back, took several steps back, snapped his fingers at the armor, and heard a "boom!". The psychic energy suddenly released a powerful thrust, blowing away the armor's helmet.

The helmet fell to the ground, rolled around three times, and then turned into an orange diamond. Chen Ke saw what was under the helmet.

It was a growth made of accumulated flesh and blood, like the tentacles of a squid entangled with each other, and then covered with a dense layer of disgusting sarcoma. Those tentacles swayed toward the ceiling, as if provoking.

The armor leaned back slightly, raised his left leg and took a step forward to try to stabilize his posture.

Chen Ke didn't wait for it to stand firm, and kicked the breastplate head-on, crushing a bunch of fleshy tumors on it and spitting out thick water. The armor struggled crookedly on one leg for two seconds, then lay on its back and fell to pieces.

The arm frame, breastplate and leg armor were torn apart, and many tentacles as long as an adult's forearm and as thick as a child's arm flowed out from the joints, crawling all over the ground.

These small tentacles were like white insects twisting around, trying to climb up Chen Ke's calf.

He suddenly stepped on a tentacle, as if he had burst a strip of watermelon-flavored jelly, and blood-red thick slurry spurted out from the head of the tentacle. Chen Ke kept stepping on the spot, and the disgusting slurry splashed all over Chen Key. The uppers of the shoes were all stained, and the floor was stained greasy.

"You guys can't be more environmentally friendly when you die..." Chen Ke sighed. Fortunately, he was wearing a Florence suit. As long as it is recalled once, it will become very clean again.

Angelei's armor turned into five orange diamonds again, scattered in the blood. Chen Ke frowned. It was too dirty, damn, it was simply too dirty, but he still gritted his teeth and picked it up. He wiped it on the body and put it in his pocket.

"Five of them are all armor, but the blasphemous dagger and moonlight are missing." Chen Ke said to himself, following the blood stains on the floor all the way to the third floor, he decided to go up and have a look.

He didn't know what the thing in the armor was. There was no information box. He was afraid it was something indescribable. He didn't even recognize the life countdown. This was also the first time he had seen a holy object summoned by something else.

We went up the steps to the third floor. This floor was in a mess. The bodies of many servants were piled in the corridor. Their chests and backs were stabbed to pieces with sharp instruments, and blood was smeared on the floor. Their eyes were open, and they looked like they were dead before they died. Saw something very scary.

Chen Ke walked inside and saw that a certain door in the corridor was ajar, and a faint groan came from inside. It sounded like a man.

"Is there anyone there?" Chen Ke called tentatively.

"I...I...I'm..." A man's voice came from the door.

"Who are you?" Chen Ke held the revolver tightly, pressed it against the wall, and aimed at the door.

"I...Howard...I...sick..." Sir Howard said painfully.

"Baron Mox gave you some diamonds, can you explain why they turned into armor?" Chen Ke asked.

"Are you... the secret keeper?" Howard asked.

"You know... it's a bit much." Chen Ke said.

The two of them were talking like this through a door, and the atmosphere became a little subtle. Howard knew much more than Mox.

"Dean William... said that if something happens, the secret keeper will come to me..." Howard continued intermittently.

"Yes, that's right, I'm here to find you." Chen Ke followed suit.

"Then... let you see what I look like now... the secret keeper!" Howard roared, and saw a man in gentleman's clothing rushing out of the door.

His head was completely split open, and his brain was like a flower, exposed outside the skull. On the complex brain lines, crystal clear energy crystals were flying between the ravines. His two big eyes were as big as an apple. Half of the head couldn't fit inside, and was hung from the cheek by the flexor muscles.

Just by looking at it, Chen Ke felt that his chest was extremely tight and his eyes were irritated. Then, a blood stab came out of his chest, and Chen Ke groaned and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could be surprised, four or five blood thorns appeared in his chest one after another, piercing his ribs and lungs to pieces.

Chen Ke didn't need to breathe. He endured the severe pain and hurriedly staggered downstairs. Sure enough... everyone in this room was killed by these big eyes. They became bloodshot at a glance, and then there were thorns in their bodies. , dressed to death.

Chen Ke held on to the wall and rolled downstairs while cursing. The blood thorns on his body slowly disappeared and turned into a pool of blood smeared on himself.

"Marco... come on... fuck you... kill you..." He was lying on the stairs, holding a gun in his left hand, and his right hand was ready to summon the psychic crystal gun. As long as Howard came out of the corner, he would fire them all. .

"Dudududu!"

At this time, a whistle sounded outside, and people from the security station arrived.