I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 53
Those heads with stunned, panicked and puzzled expressions fell to the ground one after another. The nerve signals sent before dying still remained in the body. Part of the headless body pulled the trigger, and the skewed barrel shot out bullets, but all fell into the empty space.

Part of the headless body followed the last order and fled in a hurry, staggering and falling to the ground as if losing power after taking two steps.

A large amount of blood spurted out from the flat incision of the carotid artery, splashed on the ground and gathered into a mirror-like blood pool, which reflected the gradually receding back.

The fresh blood penetrated into the soil and turned into nutrients that nourished the earth, and at the same time, turned into nutrients that nourished the moths in Watson's skull!

Getting Elrich arrested and imprisoned, misleading the radicals that it was the Shining Knife Order that attracted the police to arrest, and deceiving the headquarters of the William McConaughey Order to be surrounded... These series of deceptions finally condensed into a huge victory. The sluggish moth inside the skull gnawed on the fruit heartily, rejuvenated wild vitality, and the body thrived to the current limit, which is the perfect limit of the secret transmission of the first-order moth.

The moth inside the skull fluttered its wings excitedly, and the cocoon chrysalis symbolized by the head seemed to be unable to bear it and burst open. The breath of transformation leaked from the crack and sank into Watson's life body.

His sense of touch has become extremely sensitive. He can feel the roughness of the inner lining rubbing against his skin. He can feel the faint wind caressing his face like liquid gurgling. Grinding rough rough.

Watson couldn't help wanting to throw away his clothes and inner shackles, smash the plaster cast on his left arm, unleash the chaos and bloodthirsty nature, and frantically pulled the trigger to fire one after another, killing the soldiers of the anti-suppression department who were ambushing not far downstairs. Everything was smashed into a sieve... However, the rational power contained in the man-made noon stone pendant hanging on his chest completely suppressed his restlessness.

With the vision given by moths, Watson can clearly see the killing process of William McConaughey even though he is even far away.

In the eyes of mortals, the leader of the Shining Blade Cult is just like a knife with five fingers stretched out, and he waved his arm lightly. The knife easily cut through the rough linen clothes of the radicals, tore the scarlet muscle fibers, and severed the cervical vertebrae. From the bones, blood lines as bright as rubies shot out.

But falling into Watson's eyes, into the pupils of Moth Blessing, the flesh of William's fingertips curled and faded away, and the sheath of a sharp weapon fell off, revealing the truly sharp 'hand knife' with a stern and cold light inside!
The moment William McConaughey shook the blood from his fingertips, dazzling lights suddenly lit up in the surrounding dense grass, like a lighthouse near the sea emitting thick beams of light, and the beams of light were like projectile spears piercing the Shining Blade leader. body.

Behind the blazing flames is a huge concave mirror, and the dazzling brilliance illuminates this remote river bend as bright as noon.

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

An incomprehensible and strange ceremony has already been arranged here. Three officers of the anti-suppression bureau with their eyes closed slowly walked out of the grass. Their eyelids were marked with signs like doors, and they were chanting mantras that disturbed the mind. , deformed round pupils appeared in the mirrors they held in their arms, and some kind of strong brilliance radiated from the pupils.

The rhythm of the mantra is peaceful and indifferent, like a mechanical percussion, revealing a merciless indifference, but it makes William McConaughey feel very familiar. This is exactly the mourning ceremony of the night watchman that he intends for the cult members to hold .

It's just that the offensive and defensive situation is different at this time. The mastermind who once instructed the believers to perform the ceremony has now become a sacrifice for the anti-suppression bureau to perform the ceremony!
William McConaughey only felt the brilliance of the mirrors in the arms of the three ceremonial performers was so strong, as if thick and heavy mercury dripped on the skin, and his limbs and torso seemed to be bearing a heavy burden.

His five senses also seemed to be dissolved in this fiery radiance, but his reason felt indescribably cold, that was because the viscous light falling on the surface of his body was greedily absorbing the exuberant light in his brain.

The flame of rationality was flickering and about to be extinguished, the thick rationality seemed to disintegrate and shatter, and the strong desire to fight with blades seized his thinking.

It was only then that William suddenly realized that it was no wonder that just now he couldn't restrain his inner desire to kill and slaughtered all the radicals. It turned out that he had already fallen into the trap of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. A ritual that weakened his rationality had already been set up here, so that he couldn't control the surge. desire.

Dong Xiang, who was melting rapidly, erupted with the final power, and the cold breath circulated throughout his body, allowing him to temporarily maintain his sanity.

William McConaughey is the leader of the Order of the Shining Blade. The order respects Commander Scar and follows the principles of the blade. In the eyes of ordinary people who don't know it, this is just a barbaric pagan organization that worships and superstitiously believes in outdated cold weapons .

But now he is unarmed and surrounded by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, and seems to have fallen into a desperate situation from which he cannot escape.

but!

Blade, how can it be such an inconvenience!

The blade is the art of fighting and killing, and the cold sword is the weapon of war, so the fiery firearm is naturally the weapon of war. This weapon born purely for killing is the most suitable tool for the Blade Cult to follow the principles!

I saw William turned his hands over, and two revolvers appeared in his palms. He shot from left to right, and the muzzle spewed out short bursts of fireworks, smashing one of the glowing mirrors, leaving blood on the shattered glass, and faint anger howling.

The warheads fired at the rest of the mirrors were intercepted by solid steel shields, only sparking tinkling sparks.

I saw several soldiers of the anti-suppression bureau walking out of the dense grass. They uniformly wore thick steel full-body plate armor and fully enclosed helmets, leaving only fence-like gaps for observation and breathing. The expressions of the armored soldiers cannot be seen from below, but the polished and polished steel armor surface seems to be dazzling gold under the light, and they are like magic soldiers who have fallen from the sky!
Holding steel shields as thick as walls, they slammed into the ground as a cover, protecting the ritual executor behind them, and the merciless light continued to shine through the specific tiny gaps in the steel shields, grabbing the target's intracranial lights.

They raised the rifles in their hands, and the steel bullets whizzed towards the target under the radiance amidst the smoke.

William McConaughey missed a blow, so naturally he wouldn't just stay where he was, he suddenly let out a high-pitched scream like a sharp metal scratching, and the high-frequency ultrasonic wave directly smashed the glass of those huge searchlights like an invisible blade. With the explosion, the venue was once again shrouded in darkness, but this could not shake the round pupil mirror in the arms of the ritual performer.

Those intense greeds and their sanity glow are still there.

William trampled hard on the ground, and the muddy river soil rolled over. His thin body shot out like an arrow off the string, and fled to the shadow that the glow couldn't shine, trying to use the tall grass to hinder the glow of the glow.

But there was a whistling sound in the distance, and the slender hexagonal-shaped bullet pierced the night sky, biting his thigh like a vicious snake, and the muffled sound of flesh piercing was mixed with a slight gold-like bullet. The crisp sound of iron colliding.

William's nimble body like a cheetah couldn't help but stagnate. Several projectiles from the extermination troops hit him on the back, and faint blood blossomed. He rolled forward with his hands on the ground under the impact. , is about to escape into the shadow of the deep grass.

However, other agents from the Anti-Suppression Bureau who came gradually at this time threw burning kerosene bottles, which precisely landed in front of the Flash Blade leader. The flames spread loudly, and the dry grass quickly ignited. Shines on the target like a shadow.

William McConaughey resisted the crazy bloodthirsty killing intent 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. The gunpowder smoke from the gun barrel was mixed with bloodthirsty The warhead with the sharp blade roared and flew out, squeezed precisely into the eye gaps of the steel helmets of the extermination soldiers, bursting out suppressed blood.

The witty extermination soldier raised his arm and used the thicker arm armor to resist the bullets in front of his eyes. At the same time, the other arm also pulled the trigger in the direction of the target one after another.

For a moment, the dense gunpowder smoke filled the field, and the ruthless glow could hardly penetrate completely, and the strange glow that robbed the mind was also blinded by the dust and greatly reduced its effectiveness.

The sound of metal collisions in the smoke can be heard endlessly, and sometimes there is the crisp sound of violent metal collisions, mixed with wailing and screams, as well as the muffled sound of bullets penetrating the flesh.

Boom—maybe it was the grenade thrown by the Defense Anti-Suppression Bureau, or William.

Even Watson, with his good eyesight, could only make out a hazy figure, but he kept counting the gunshots of William. The desperate leader used a revolver produced in Great Britain. A similar shot had been fired eighteen times from that position.

You must know that the magazine of the standard revolver is only a mere six-round capacity, which proves that William is impressively carrying more than three firearms!
Watson thought to himself, the phobia of lack of firepower of the esoteric leader was even worse than his own!

The ground shook suddenly, and a strong master soldier with a height of seven feet (210 cm) stepped into the battlefield. The hard armor he wore was far thicker than other soldiers, and his steps were so heavy on the ground that it was almost like The tanks of the cold weapon era entered the battlefield.

The giant soldier wielded a palm-width thick-bladed broadsword with both hands. The blade was dotted with pure white light, which made his figure stand out even in the mist and smoke.

All the people present could only hear an extremely obvious sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, and a loud buzzing sound like the knocking of a bronze bell, and there seemed to be two painful muffled groans.

It was seen that the giant soldier who had just entered the arena for less than three seconds stumbled out of the smoke, and he left a deep fist mark on his breastplate protruding forward like a chicken breast.

But this huge extermination soldier was also extremely brave. His fence-like visor leaked a trace of blood that should have been spit out, but he just rested for a few seconds with his sword, aiming the revolver at the gradually dissipating smoke. After his magazine was completely emptied, he raised his thick-bladed broadsword again, roared and rushed into the smoke, and slammed down the epee that was raised above his head.

In Watson's field of vision, the blade dotted with white starlight slashed down like a broken crescent, and disappeared only halfway down. The dots of white light seemed to be covered with a layer of blood or minced meat. become dull.

A heart-piercing hoarse scream sounded, and a thick arm covered with steel was thrown high from the smoke, drawing a bloody parabola in the night sky, and fell at the feet of Charlotte Holmes.

The severed bone was seen in the fractured section like a dog's teeth, and blood splattered on the upper of her pair of high leather boots.

　When I was a reader: md why is this book so slow, is it difficult to write [-] words a day? ! ! !
　　And when I was the author: How can the author of the same period write so fast? Is he cheating! ! !

　　
　
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