I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 54
Charlotte Holmes' light gray eyes reflected the swaying fireworks, and her eyes also seemed to be floating.

The large cloud of smoke and black shadow in front flashed back and forth, and from time to time there was the sound of piercing metal cutting, followed by the screams of the soldiers of the annihilating troops, followed by the broken limbs covered in the hard and fragile armor, mixed together. Blood clots splashed out like ice balls, and the blood dripped like bright rubies to the ground, still exuding wisps of cold air.

The officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau seemed to be used to it. They picked up the broken limbs one by one in an orderly manner, and put them in wooden boxes filled with ice.

The grizzled old man, who obviously had a superior position in the Anti-Suppression Bureau, slowly walked out of the shadows, and the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose seemed to radiate a merciless glow like the mirror in the arms of the ritual performer.

He said appreciatively, "You've done a good job this time, Charlotte—at least you've lived up to the honorable Holmes name."

The female detective looked at the tragic scene of the fight looming in the smoke, and asked worriedly: "Uncle Jack, is the arrest really all right?"

Old Jack smiled contemptuously, "Oh—you must have underestimated the power of the Anti-Suppression Bureau."

The same picture in the eyes of people with different identities represents completely different meanings.

From the female detective's point of view, it was an extremely dangerous arrest operation. Facing such a ferocious Shining Blade leader, although the soldiers of the extermination force could ignore the fear of death and rush into the smoke one after another, the result was nothing but a drop in the bucket... Often it takes Only by paying the price of disability or even sacrifice can this desperate beast be dragged back.

"Obviously there is a better way, why let the soldiers take the risk to come forward for close combat?"

But in the eyes of the old man, these sacrificed soldiers, shattered armor, and wasted equipment... are all inferior to the blade figure who has accumulated at least the third mark. The pure body that has not been polluted by the color of the imaginary world, whether it is used as a ritual arrangement or to perform invisible techniques, or as an ingredient for a banquet... is a good material!

How can a mortal life compare with this precious material? !Moreover, these war-damaged mortals can still continue to recycle waste...

However, he couldn’t tell his distant niece these words. He put on another rhetoric: “Eliminating the supernatural threats lurking in London is the bounden duty of the extermination force. The determination to die."

Charlotte Holmes looked at this Uncle Jack who had hugged her as a child from the corner of her eye, and suddenly felt that the other party was so strange, quite different from the uncle in memory who would coax her to laugh with a gentle tone.

While they were talking, the smelly river wind blew in, and the smoke in the field gradually receded, revealing the true content of the battle scene.

I saw that the muddy river soil was soaked in a large amount of blood and turned red. Broken limbs and broken pieces of meat were scattered in the pool of blood.

Their hard armor, which is theoretically enough to withstand small-caliber bullets, has long since been torn to pieces. Shocking claw marks and blade edges are covered on the smooth, mirror-like polished plate armor. It is clearly visible that the rolled up flesh is constantly oozing blood.

The blood dyed the silver armor a cruel color, dripping to the ground.

What's more, the pointed breastplate is also dented, with deep fist marks on the surface, and painful groans came from the blood-smeared visor... But even so, they still tried their best to lift up The firearm pulls the trigger toward the target in the center of the field.

The specially made projectiles should be enough to penetrate the flesh and blood of the Deformer, but they can only bloom a faint blood flower on the surface of the main body of the Shining Blade Cult, and then they cannot enter.

The target of this extermination, William McCanna, is also scarred at the moment. His muscles are inlaid with warheads that imply special power, which are constantly wearing down his physical and energy, making him feel extremely tired.

The desperate blow of the burly heavy-armored soldier with the power of the lantern and the thick-bladed broadsword just now did him a lot of damage. At this moment, a deep bloody gash opened in his chest, and the wound continued from his left shoulder. It spread to the right waist, and extended horizontally toward the left waist, like a twisted L letter.

A large piece of flesh and blood was rolled up, and because of Dongxiang's protection to stop the bleeding, the rolled out flesh and blood looked extra red and covered with a thin layer of frost, which was somewhat similar to what Watson saw in the hot pot restaurant in later generations chilled beef rolls.

With such a serious injury, such a deep wound, the chest was almost exposed to the air, but the ribs of the blade leader were deformed bone armor that had mutated into a plate armor!
This bone plate, which is as hard as a steel plate, is also riddled with holes, and the specially made projectiles are like dotted colors smeared on the gray and pale surface.

But the rib plate can only protect the organs in the chest. The digestive system in the lower part of his torso has already fallen out along the tragic wound that almost cut him in half. McConaughey is upside down in his hand.

William McConaughey is really a ruthless person. Not only is he ruthless to his enemies, but he is also ruthless to himself.

He actually pulled out the two severed intestines, tangled them together and tied them with knots in front of the officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau who gradually surrounded them, and then stuffed them back into the abdominal cavity expressionlessly.

His expression was relaxed, as if what was twisted and tangled in his hands was not his own intestines, but a broken rope on the side of the road, and what was stuffed into it was not his abdominal cavity but an empty cabinet.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, and four types of projectiles. The movement of deeply buried head shifted, and a deep bloodstain was rubbed back along the temple.

The other three bullets were shot out in a font-shaped array, one was embedded in the bridge of William's nose, and two hit the opponent's teeth, sparking sparks, tearing the corner of the Flashing Blade's mouth and expanding it into a piercing arc. , like a clown with laughing makeup in a circus.

William licked his almost cracked teeth with the tip of his tongue. Facing the approaching anti-suppression troops, the dazzling light from the round pupils in the two mirrors made him squint his eyes. He felt that his sanity was gradually melting away. Emotions are disintegrating...it's all being offered to the pleasure of some great being.

His wound opened like a tangible door, and the vitality of life flowed through it silently. The strong light dripped on the muscles and bones, as if a barbed sharp tongue was licking his nerves and grabbing him. intracranial light.

But even facing such a desperate situation, William McConaughey still refused to give up resistance. Pain is the source of strength, and he is still patiently looking for a trace of life.

The imprint of the sword engraved in the depths of the spirit is enthusiastically excited! ! !
He would rather die than be captured without a fight! ! !

He felt a kind of passionate aura raging in his heart, the pain and torment caused anger to explode in his soul body, this nameless fire was not just a trace of dying emotions, but some kind of definite power, that was exactly He has been longing for the power of prayer!
William clenched his teeth like a door closed, his tongue muscle contracted like a spring accumulating force, and then suddenly stretched straight out, the tip of his tongue bumped against the front teeth, and the teeth that were about to shatter immediately shattered and splattered.

There was a hoarse and dull roar in his throat, like thunder exploding on the ground, the tangible sound waves rolled up violent ripples in the field, and circles of ripples like sharp blades spread outward, wiping a horizontal line in the throat of the ritual performer The bloodstains left a cut knife mark on the armor of the extermination troops, knocking the surrounding officers of the anti-suppression bureau to the ground.

At the same time, the violent sound wave was secretly wrapped in broken teeth, and shot out of the chamber like a projectile, directly blasting the mirror in the arms of the ritual performer.

Two cries of pain came from the void, flooded blood flowed out from the cracks in the mirror, and the arena was once again shrouded in shadows.

William McConaughey took advantage of this momentary dimming of the light, and his mind regained clarity, and his rage seemed to leave him.

He immediately stepped on the ground and jumped back, carrying the hexagonal bullet that followed the darkness, and was about to plunge into the grass behind him and flee to the river bank.

Sneaking into the river and leaving this place is the only thought of the Shining Blade leader who still has a shred of reason.

However, when he passed through the lush grass, he saw the troops on the river bank who had already left behind the anti-suppression bureau. They used sandbags to fill a simple line of defense, set up rifled rifles on the line of defense, and pulled the trigger towards the breakthrough target.

The dense projectiles slanted like a torrential rain, and they all fell on William McConaughey. His ribs and bone armor were shattered like spider webs, his intestines were completely broken into several pieces, and his body surface was inlaid with dense bullets like drops. honeycomb.

　The battle scenes always feel unsatisfactory...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)