Endless Debt.

Chapter 165 Raid
Many times, Bologo felt that his hunting style should be cold and depressing, but since Palmer joined him, his style of painting was not so normal.

This guy seems to be very keen on playing a gangster, his lines and actions are not standard, and Burlogo wonders if Palmer has studied there.

But that doesn't matter anymore, the battle broke out in an instant, the short-handled shotgun fire suppressed the cultists, and the bullets slammed into the walls, the ground, and the flesh, piercing and crushing everything in their path.

Borrog soon ran out of bullets, but he also bought time to suppress the fire. While firing, he quickly approached the cultist and swung the hammer.

The claw hammer hit the chest of a heretic, and a dim light flashed on the hammer. The next moment, the entire chest collapsed completely, the bones were broken, and even the flesh and blood were smashed into a pulp.

The corpse collapsed feebly, but more cultists came to kill them. They brandished the short knives used in the ceremony, their eyes were bloodshot, and vowed to kill Bologo, the person who disrupted the ceremony.

Burrog immediately threw the short-handled shotgun in his hand, like throwing a brick, and hit the first cultist, slowing his movement a bit.

At this moment of hesitation, Bologo vigorously swung the claw hammer in his hand, and hit his chin from bottom to top, like a ferocious uppercut, his head burst into a cloud of blood mist in an instant, densely packed Blood spots splattered all over the wall.

This is not the end yet, Bologo took a step and kicked the headless corpse's abdomen. The heart of the corpse.

Gripping the jackknife tightly, Burrog ran up against the corpse, and the jackknife pierced through the cultist behind the corpse. He wailed and swung the ritual dagger indiscriminately, but there was a body between him and Burrog. Corpse, wielding a medium and short knife, it was difficult to reach Burogo until Bologo pressed him tightly against the wall.

Bologo held the jackknife in one hand and made a fist with the other hand, hammering the handle of the knife like a nail, nailing the jackknife into the wall little by little, and the cultist was completely nailed to the wall.

Sporadic gunshots rang out, Palmer fired rhythmically, and then the cultists who were close to Burlogo were decapitated one by one.

Unlike Burlogo, Palmer was not a good marksman, killing a cultist with every shot.

While firing, Palmer did not forget to cheer. The revolver in his hand was a new toy he got from Bailey. He has been trying to find some unlucky people to try the gun. Judging from his appearance, He was very pleased with the new gun.

The surprise attack of the two temporarily suppressed the cultists, but soon these bloodthirsty lunatics reacted, and more cultists heard the gunshots and rushed out from the small doors on both sides, holding It is no longer a ceremonial dagger, but a pair of cold guns.

Pull the trigger, and a dense rain of bullets pours down.

There were no bunkers around for the two to hide in, but in the next second, Bologo hammered the ground with one hand, and an earthen wall rose from the ground, blocking all the projectiles.

"Something's wrong, I'm having a hard time recruiting the ground."

Bologo said that there seems to be another force lodged in the ground, which hinders the invasion of Bologo's ether.

"Normal, a ceremony is being held here, and every inch of the land is permeated with evil power."

For this kind of evil ceremony, Palmer knew more than Bologo. It was in such an evil ceremony that he made a deal with the devil and became a debtor.

Palmer even thought that if these cultists were allowed to complete the ceremony, he might meet acquaintances, such as the devil who traded with him.

Hearing what Palmer said, Burlogo understood what he meant for a moment.

The imaginary domain is a closed alchemy domain, and the sublimation practitioners in the domain will be restricted by its rules, but the most common one is the suppression of power.

This church is a void created by the blood of the cultists. Every brick and stone is soaked in blood, just like the phenomenon of mutual repulsion of ether. If Burlog wants to recruit these substances, he must first expel the power that penetrates them. .

"Do you think the other party has Sublimator?"

Bologo asked Palmer, and picked up another short-handled shotgun, took out the ordinary bullets, and replaced them with bullets engraved with the alchemy matrix.

"Who knows? Anyway, there are experts here."

The conversation between the two was extremely leisurely, as if the dense gunfire behind the earthen wall was not shooting at the two of them, but what they didn't notice was that Ben was lying numbly on the ground, letting the bursting gunfire hit his chest. eardrum.

Maybe there is a god looking after him. In the crazy shooting, no bullets hit him, at most some hot bullet casings hit his face. He also tried his best to endure the pain and try not to cry out.

"Is that still the same?"

"That's it!"

Palmer nodded excitedly, talking to Burlogo in black language that others could not understand.

Being able to create such a strange imaginary domain is not something that ordinary demons can do. Judging from Bologo's judgment, the other party must have desublimation, but the number is not yet clear.

Bologo jumped out directly from behind the crumbling earthen wall, ignoring the oncoming bullets, he pulled the trigger, and the scorching fire burst from the muzzle of the short-handled shotgun.

As if a giant dragon breathed out the breath, the high temperature passed over Ben's head and landed on the other end, exploding into a dazzling sea of ​​flames.

This dragon's breath bomb is an alchemy warhead. The effect is as seen now. It can create a large sea of ​​fire to divide the battlefield. Many cultists are crying in the sea of ​​fire. The wildfire covered their bodies and died in painful struggle. .

The sea of ​​fire kept spreading, and it would soon touch Ben. At this moment, he suddenly realized that these two guys were indeed here to fight evil, but they didn't care so much about their own lives. Maybe neither of them Noticed that he was alive.

Bane didn't notice either, he no longer prayed for anything, but struggled vigorously, moved his right hand a little bit, gritted his teeth hard, and pulled out the dagger that pierced his palm from the ground together.

A mournful sound came from his throat, Bane bit the handle of the knife with his teeth, pulled him out of his palm little by little, then moved his free right hand to his left hand, and pulled out the dagger that penetrated.

He raised his head slightly, looked around, and could see the figure of Bologo walking through the sea of ​​flames, with the sound of heavy impacts. He was like a bull, and every time he advanced, he smashed a cultist into pieces.

Ben realized that this was a good opportunity to escape from this hell, but before he got up, the cold muzzle of the gun was on his head.

A gangster with a black hood crouched beside him, and Ben remembered him as one of the two who broke through the window.

"Fuck! There's still a commoner here?"

Palmer briefly looked at Bane, and from the poor state of this hapless ghost, he easily judged Bane's role here.

He was the living victim who was almost sacrificed.

For a while, Palmer's mood was a little subtle. Once upon a time, he was also an unlucky ghost who was almost sacrificed. Seeing Ben's miserable appearance, he inevitably felt like a brother.

"I'm the priest here and they killed everyone."

Bane said to Palmer in a panic, compared to those cultists, the guy dressed as a gangster in front of him looked extraordinarily holy.

"who are they?"

Palmer pointed to the struggling figure in the sea of ​​flames, and Burrog was fighting to the death with them.

"I don't know, they broke in suddenly, saying that they would sacrifice their flesh and blood to their gods." Ben said with tears, and he witnessed the tragic death of others.

"Ah? This is troublesome, we have to keep a few alive."

Palmer leaned on his chin, looking troubled. While talking, burning corpses were thrown out of the sea of ​​flames.

There was constant roaring, like a hell stage play, Palmer and Bane were the audience, chatting leisurely off the stage, while Burlogo laboriously smashed everyone's cultist's head on the stage.

The chaotic gunfire gradually dispersed, Palmer suddenly thought of something, clapped his hands, and dragged Ben up.

"You should be familiar with this place, right? Find a place to hide yourself, don't get in the way."

Palmer helped Ben to his feet and motioned him to stay away. Ben nodded tactfully. His body was in great pain, but he still moved tiredly.

The two professionals turned the people who were cut by the cultists on their backs, and the surrounding walls also became crumbling under the hammer of Bologo, and the cracks tore the blood drawn on it, and collapsed together with the evil imaginary domain.

Seeing that the summoning ceremony failed, these cultists became more and more angry. Everyone exuded bursts of corruption, and Bologo concluded that these people were all demons.

Unlike the big-hearted Palmer, after taking control of this area, Bologo has been on guard against these attacking cultists, and no one knows where the Desublimator will hide.

"Palmer, they're more than that." Burlogo said suddenly.

"Then... What do you mean by expert?"

He said so, but Palmer already roughly understood what Burlogo meant. He raised his hand and pressed the thin iron piece under his ear.

Sentinel started, connection established
"I'm going to chase, you control this place."

Burrog's voice sounded directly from his mind, and then he smashed the door with a hammer and broke through.

(End of this chapter)