Chapter 294 Plasma Bombardment

coming!

The big boss is finally on the scene.

Xifa couldn't help being a little nervous, he stepped back a little cautiously, not only highlighting the status of Bishop Miller, but also not being the first to face when the things in the coffin attacked.

Bishop Miller narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you see?"

Xifa was stunned for a moment, and replied, "One hand, a woman's hand."

The captain of the Punisher with thick lips said, "What I saw was an evil tentacle covered in mucus."

Hana thought she heard it wrong, and looked at the two of them: "No, why did I see a man's hand, and it looked like Jorick's hand."

Bishop Miller let out a long breath: "What I saw was something like a spider's leg with black bristles. It seems that that thing is still affecting our spiritual body, our mental body."

"From this point of view, it will probably appear in an image that can confuse us. Then."

Bishop Miller immediately made a decision: "Don't try it out, I will use your most powerful and destructive means later, let's attack together and try to eliminate this evil thing as soon as possible!"

As expected of the sailor path, even the bishop is so irritable and rough, but I like it. Xifa immediately mobilized his spirituality, raised his right hand, stretched his index finger flat, raised his thumb, and closed the other fingers like a pistol.

He held his right wrist with his left hand, and the air around him suddenly became hot, and the temperature rose sharply.

Bishop Miller glanced at him.

Such a fiery spirit is really an 'arsonist'? He had made fireballs in the jungle before, so he should be right.

Boom!

Another muffled sound resounded in the coffin, this time the coffin lid rattled the iron chains, finally, an iron chain on the top floor broke with a click, followed by a The iron chains broke one after another, and finally the coffin lid flew out with a whoosh, hitting the crowd in the air.

Bishop Miller suddenly took a step forward and let out a loud shout. His dark blue priestly uniform swelled up, releasing a violent storm-like airflow from his body, hitting the flying coffin lid and blowing it away. It was thrown far into the corner of the hall.

Looking towards the high platform and into the golden coffin, Xifa saw a mass of wriggling black liquid, which exuded a sense of depravity and evil. In the black liquid, another pale arm stretched out, and then a plump and straight long leg, as if a woman was about to step out from under the squirming black liquid.

"I see."

Bishop Miller shouted: "The 'corpse' that was once divided into three parts has now been reassembled. Don't hesitate to attack it. Kill it now before it fully wakes up!"

Xifa's spirituality immediately ignited, orange-red flames sprayed out from every part of his body, and then spun and condensed, forming a huge fireball in front of Xifa's fingertips.

This fireball is layered upon layered, shrinking inward, and finally condenses into a fist-sized sphere with a dark red periphery and a white core.

It's pure plasma!

Xifa aimed at the coffin and pulled the trigger in his heart. He felt the plasma boiling, felt a violent force gushing out. His arm was bounced violently, even though he had already grasped it tightly with his left hand, he still raised it uncontrollably above his head.

The huge recoil made Xifa's feet off the ground, and then he saw a light beam as thick as an arm ejected from the plasma sphere he created. This light beam, which was red on the outside and white on the inside, crossed the hall and across the high platform in an instant. Into the coffin.

At this time, Bishop Miller was releasing his spirituality, and Roldo had just turned the knob of the sealed item to the scale of '3'

The hall was silent at first.

Then there was an indescribable scream from the coffin, it sounded like a woman and two men screaming at the same time, full of pain and anger.

Then Xifa saw that the mass of black liquid in the coffin suddenly spewed out to the surroundings, allowing him to see a woman with black straight hair in the coffin, she was pale, wearing ancient Balam Empire costumes, wearing A gold armband with a white feather stuck in it.

Her eyes were dark, and there were actually three pupils in her eyes!

now.

The plasma beam pierced her left chest, broke open the coffin, and sank into the other end of the hall.

After about a second or two, the color of the light beam changed rapidly, from dark red to deep red, and then to crimson red, and finally the orange-red flames roared like a beast out of the cage, quickly flooding every inch of space!

This plasma beam exploded one after another, and then turned into a cloud of brilliant fire. The cloud of fire expanded rapidly, filling every corner of the hall. In the spreading flames, whether it was a statue made of gold, a vase, or a sword, everything bounced off in the impact of the explosion, then changed its shape, and finally the surface quickly melted and turned into a golden liquid.

The pile of golden sand as high as the hill rose all over the sky, and was pulled into thin, intermittent golden threads in the flames.

On the golden platform, the coffin flew up and hit the ground below the platform heavily.

The woman inside was lying on the ground. She held onto the ground tightly with her hands and feet, and endured the impact of the flames, but she was not thrown away.

In just an instant, her long hair was scorched, her beautiful face became hideous and ugly, her pale skin turned into charcoal, and her clothes turned into ashes in the flames.

She screamed in pain, but couldn't cry out the next moment, because her mouth, her throat, and her internal organs had been burned!

But the most serious thing is the chest pierced by the plasma beam, where the flesh, bones and internal organs disappeared directly, and the surrounding muscles were scorching and collapsing at an extremely fast speed.

But even so, she was still alive, showing amazing vitality. Moreover, those charred parts began to crack in the flames, and new tissues were forming under the scorched skin.

The hall seemed to be covered by a round of firepower from coastal defense guns. The golden platform deformed and collapsed, the surrounding pillars broke and fell, and the ground and walls were scraped off layer by layer. mark.

Miller was stunned inwardly, is this the power that an 'arsonist' should have? Why are the 'arsonists' I know not so powerful? Are those guys hiding their strength?

Seeing the hall turned into a sea of ​​flames and seeing the monsters on the collapsed platform still struggling, Miller suddenly raised his arms and made a gesture of hugging.

Then, near the monster, the wind blows