Chapter 53 The End Is Coming (Part 3)

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 headless bodies pulled the trigger, and the crooked barrels fired bullets, but all fell into the air.

Some headless bodies followed the last order and fled in panic. They staggered and fell to the ground as if they had lost power after only two steps.

A large amount of blood spurted out from the smooth cut of the carotid artery, splashing on the ground and gathering into a mirror-like pool of blood, which reflected the gradually receding back.

The fresh blood penetrated into the soil, turning into nutrients to nourish the earth, and also turned into nutrients to nourish the moth in Watson's skull!

Getting Elrich arrested and imprisoned, misleading radicals into believing that they were members of the Shining Blade Cult and being arrested by the police, deceiving William McConaughey that the Cult's headquarters was surrounded... these successive frauds finally condensed into huge fruits of victory. The languid Moth in the Brain gnawed the fruits to its heart's content, regaining its wild vitality, and growing to its current limit, which was the perfect limit of the first-order Moth's secret teaching.

The Moth in the Brain fluttered its wings excitedly, and the cocoon pupa symbolized by the head seemed to be unable to withstand the force and cracked open. The crack leaked the breath of metamorphosis and sank into Watson's life.

His sense of touch became extremely sensitive. He could feel the roughness of the lining rubbing against his skin, he could feel the faint wind caressing his face like liquid flowing, and his fingertips on the trigger of the gun could clearly feel the roughness of the metal that had not been polished clean.

Watson couldn't help wanting to throw away his clothes, throw away the restraints in his heart, smash the plaster on his left arm, release the chaos and bloodlust of his nature, frantically pull the trigger and fire continuously, and beat all the soldiers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau who were ambushing not far downstairs into a sieve... 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 could still clearly see the process of William McConaughey's killing even though he was far away.

In the eyes of mortals, the leader of the Flash Blade Cult was just five fingers straightened and put together like a knife, waving his arm lightly, and the palm knife easily cut through the coarse linen clothes of the radicals, tearing the scarlet muscle fibers, cutting off the cervical vertebrae, and the blood line as bright as ruby ​​​​shot out.

But in Watson's eyes, in the pupils blessed by the moth, the skin and flesh on William's fingertips rolled and faded, like the sheath of a sharp weapon falling off, exposing the real sharp "palm knife" with a cold and cold light inside!

The moment William McConaughey shook off the hot blood from his fingertips, dazzling lights suddenly lit up in the dense grass around him, like a lighthouse by the sea emitting a thick beam of light, and the beam of light also seemed to be projected and pierced into the body of the Flash Blade leader.

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

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

An incomprehensible and strange ritual had already been arranged here. Three Anti-Suppression Bureau operators with their eyes closed slowly walked out of the grass. There were marks like doors on their eyelids, and they chanted Sanskrit mantras that disturbed their minds. The mirrors they held in their arms showed deformed round pupils, and some strong light radiated from the pupils.

The melody of the mantra was peaceful and indifferent, like a mechanical percussion instrument, revealing a merciless coldness, but it made William McConaughey feel unusually familiar. This was exactly the Night Watchman's Sorrow Ceremony that he intended to let the cultists hold.

However, the offensive and defensive situation was different at this time. The mastermind who once instructed the cultists to perform the ceremony was now reduced to a sacrifice for the Anti-Suppression Bureau to perform the ceremony!

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

His five senses also seemed to be dissolved in this blazing light, but his reason felt indescribable coldness, because the sticky light falling on the surface of his body was greedily absorbing his vigorous light in his skull.

The flame of reason was swaying and about to go out, the heavy reason seemed to disintegrate and shatter, and the strong desire for blade fighting seized his mind.

William suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he could not suppress his desire to kill and slaughtered all the radicals. It turned out that he had fallen into the trap of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. A ritual that weakened his rationality had been set up here, so that he could not control his surging desire.

The rapidly melting winter phase burst out with its last remaining power, and the cold breath flowed through his body, allowing him to maintain his sanity temporarily.

William McConaughey is the leader of the Flash Blade Cult. The cult respects the Scarred Thousand and adheres to the principle of the blade. To the uninformed mortals, this is just a barbaric pagan organization that worships and is superstitious about backward cold weapons.

But now he is unarmed and surrounded by the Anti-Suppression Bureau. It seems that he has fallen into a desperate situation where he cannot escape.

But!

Blades, are they such inconvenient things!

The blade is the art of fighting and killing. The cold sword is a weapon of war, so the hot gun is also a weapon of war. This weapon born purely for killing is the most suitable tool for the Blade Cult to follow the code!

William flipped his hands, and two revolvers appeared in his palms. He fired left and right, and the muzzle spewed short flames, shattering one of the mirrors emitting glow. The broken glass shed blood, and there was a faint angry wail.

The bullets shot at the other mirrors were intercepted by the solid steel shield, and only sparks were sparked.

Several soldiers from the Anti-Suppression Bureau walked out of the dense grass. They were all wearing thick steel plate 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 light.

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? ! ! !