I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 55
William McConaughey unreservedly endured the torrential rain of bullets, he could no longer maintain the operation of the winter phase, and blood leaked out naturally.

His skin was pierced, his flesh was bloody, and his body was riddled with holes like dead wood eaten by termites.

The hot bullet tore his throat, and his vocal cords were completely exposed to the air. A hexagonal bullet fired from a distance precisely hit the structural cartilage that was about to open and close, and the sharp sound wave that was about to be spit out was stiffened. Stuck back.

The dense rain of bullets sliced ​​off his skin, and the cracked rib plate was further shattered. If he hadn't hit the cross arm in front of his chest forcefully, the bullets from the Anti-Suppression Bureau would have penetrated the crack in the bone plate and pierced hard. into his heart.

The first round of bullet rain was over, and before William McConaughey could recover, the second round of bullet rain had already followed, and there was no room for a pause.

His eyes were shot repeatedly, and the annoying shaped bullets always hit from unexpected angles, tore his eyelids and hit the lens, his eyes cracked like glass, and the slender bullets were inserted into it.

William McConaughey was blind, bruised and bruised, with pain and wounds etched into his shattered bones.

But he couldn't help trembling, trembling from the bottom of his heart, the knocking and knocking of bones sounded like the neighing of swords!

The shattered lamp in the skull seemed to be returning light, the pain poured in as fuel, and the anger filled the air like a wind drum. The fireworks in the lamp exploded, and the ferocious and soaring heart flames stabbed out like sharp knives. The glass on the lamp wall was completely shattered and exploded, sharp The light engulfed the fragments of the lamp wall like a stabbing sword blade and shot towards the surroundings!
This light, which exhausted William's remaining efforts, has no visible shape, no visible color, and no concrete image in this world, but it is enough to penetrate the protection of the mortal life body and penetrate the soul body along the spiritual gap in the pupil.

The soldiers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau behind the line of defense only felt sudden pain in their eyes as if they were being pierced by needles, and there was a severe tingling sensation in their heads, as if blood vessels in the brain were clogged. Fragmentation, the movement of the attack couldn't help being stagnated, and they all covered their heads in pain.

Although the attack of William's dying struggle was not a specific light, it did have some characteristics of light, and it spread out in an instant, piercing the heads of those who passed by indiscriminately.

Even Watson, who was hiding on the roof in the distance, couldn't help being moved. Fortunately, the moth in his skull fluttered his wings wildly, biting the sharp rays of light with his mouthparts, and then he quickly turned back. Come on.

The only person present who was able to retain his sanity was the old man wearing thick glasses. His lenses vibrated slightly, and thin cracks appeared.

William McConaughey's lights can be said to be broken into slag, and even his rationality has dropped a lot. He feels that he seems to have forgotten some important knowledge, but he can't remember the specific content.

But his instinct told himself that he had to escape from this place quickly before the group of erect ape species in uniforms recovered, before they lifted the long, thick and hard metal and wooden strange object!

As long as there is life, there is still hope!Although my injuries may seem tragic, the scars and wounds will give me even stronger strength after they heal, just like the great scarred commander I admire!
Perhaps the group of people I created to confuse other upright apes is dead, but I just need to leave this bleak, nameless city and go out of the county... out of the county?

William McConaughey can no longer recall the specific name of the safe place, but this does not prevent him from fleeing the scene hastily. His primitive instinct still remembers how to avoid tracking and cover up traces. This is the knowledge inherited from the ancient ancestors in his blood. , is the survival instinct of weak species.

When the soldiers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, who were shocked by the sharp pain in their heads, came back to their senses, and when the other officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau came through the grass, there were only a few drops of blood and panicked footprints left on the dark muddy river soil. The clues lead all the way to the interior of the city.

"Chase!"

At the order of the old man with glasses, except for a few logistics non-staff who were in charge of cleaning the battlefield, all the soldiers who still had the ability to fight rushed out chasing the traces on the ground.

Charlotte Holmes did not blindly follow behind the large group of troops. She squatted down and carefully observed the footprints on the ground and walked slowly. This series of traces stretched for hundreds of meters, and almost disappeared after entering a certain alley. There was no trace, maybe the dirt alleyway covered up the traces, maybe the esoteric sect leader had stopped the deterioration of the injury, or maybe the other party deliberately covered up the traces...

The operatives of the Anti-Suppression Bureau in the front have been dispersed into multiple groups, conducting a carpet-like search within a mile radius.

Watson, who arrived late, used his rifle as a cane, and limped closer. "Where do you think William will flee?"

The female detective replied: "It's not clear, but judging from the footprints, the depth of the toes is indeed much deeper than that of the heels, and the distance between each step is extremely long. It seems that they are really running forward wholeheartedly."

Watson looked at the walls on both sides of the alleyway, and there were only thin mosses that had been bred in the humid climate for a long time. This was not the moss that contained mysterious power like the moss around the ruins of the Kate Company, but just woody plants in a simple sense. There is no trace of climbing - it seems that the other party does not seem to be fleeing upwards.

The moth of intuition gave Watson guidance again, and this time it really coincided with his inner thoughts.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place!"

The female detective and her assistant looked at each other, and looked back at the row of dilapidated warehouses in tacit understanding. The faint light of torches could be vaguely seen in the circle of grass. It seemed that the late-stage personnel who were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield were still safe and sound.

But when they pushed aside the tall grass at the height of their shoulders, they saw that the torches had fallen to the ground and were rolling, reflecting the logistics operators who were upside down. A bright red color could be seen in their throats, and their chests stopped heaving. Already dead, and the murder weapon appears to be...a severed finger?

A hunched figure was facing them with its back. From the back, it was William McConaughey, the leader of the Shining Blade Order.

From Charlotte Holmes' point of view, the other party's clothes were tattered and full of bullets, and the exposed skin was as dry and thin as a skinny skeleton. The body surface was covered with scars and bullet marks, and the flesh and blood seemed to be pierced.

But in the field of vision of Watson's moth, it was still a body composed of metal blades, but compared with the powerful and ferocious steel shaped body he saw when he looked up from downstairs, this pair of steel blades at this moment The body looked dilapidated and unbearable, like piled up broken copper and rotten iron.

Scarlet rust rots on the metal surface that was once as silvery as frost. The sharp blade that was once sharp is now cracked and blunt. The hairy hedgehog, the aggressive and brutal blade body has now been reduced to straight scrap metal.

The soft sword wrapped around the opponent's head seemed to be sparsely rolled, and the light inside was weak to flickering, as if a gust of wind could blow it off.

William McConaughey, who was as strong as a beast of steel, is now very old, and those tragic injuries have left him with irreversible damage.

He was grabbing an officer of the Anti-Suppression Bureau who had just died not long ago, holding the other's head tenderly like a lover, and his face was very close to his face, as if he wanted to ask for a kiss.

His empty eye sockets seemed to be watching each other, and a bewitched smile appeared on his face.

From Watson's point of view, the light in the depths of the opponent's head was gradually fading and melting for the dead and deadly anti-suppression officer held by William in the palm of his hand. Attracted by an invisible force, they all floated into William McConaughey's empty eyeballs and merged into the group of lights that were about to go out.

This Shining Blade leader is obviously absorbing the light in the brains of the officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau!
call out--

Watson shot directly without hesitation. From this angle, he could only aim at the opponent's temple as best he could - that is the junction of the parietal bone, cheekbone, sphenoid bone and temporal bone of a mortal skull, and it is the thinnest and most fragile bone plate of the skull. parts.

Apart from attacking, the main purpose of his shot was to call the large troops of the Anti-Suppression Bureau to return with the screaming gunshots.

Perhaps it was because William was exhausted and fragile. The power of this blow was far beyond Watson's imagination. The hexagonal bullet easily penetrated the skull of the leader of the Flash Blade, blooming the blood flower that he is familiar with. .

It's just that this blow was not enough to kill William, but the light in his skull suddenly dimmed a lot. He turned his head like a frightened beast, and his empty eye sockets aimed at the two erect ape species with particularly strong light in his skull. The eye sockets are like deep black holes, containing some kind of darkness that can devour reason.

Charlotte Holmes lifted her windbreaker and raised her two guns. She had learned a lesson from the Lance incident. She clasped her left and right index fingers, and the bullets all shot towards the opponent's empty eyes.

And William McConaughey also raised his right palm and put it in his mouth, bit his index finger hard and held it in the air, the soul body and the blade vibrated, and the severed index finger shot out like an arrow off the string.

(End of this chapter)