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Chapter 28 Mechanical Saint
The dark key disappeared in the palm of his hand, Bai Yue raised his head, and the hunter's eyes reflected the crimson moon.

Since this is the memory world of the hunter leader, Bai Yue cannot interfere with Leonard's behavior at this time. He is like a possessed ghost, hiding behind the hunter's eyes and spying on the world in front of him.

There is no golden river in the sky, the moonlight is extremely dim, and the only light on this land is the lantern in the hands of the hunter.

A building made entirely of steel stood in front of Leonard.

Countless intricate metal pipes are embedded in the surface of the building. Most of the pipes are rooted in the ground. Hot steam erupts from the gaps in the pipes, making the entire institute submerged in a thick white mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

“Keep your guard up, light your lantern, and be ready for trouble.”

Bai Yue watched as Leonard took out the gun and lantern from his waist and issued orders to the hunters behind him.

The light expanded a bit again, and the hunter leader approached the metal door. With the roar of bullets, the heavy iron locks fell apart in an instant.

The door fell and kicked up dust, revealing the dark corridor inside.

Leonard held the lantern tightly and cautiously stepped into the darkness, but at this moment, he felt the world shake, and a disturbing and harsh sound suddenly came from the end of the passage.

The smooth walls beside the hunter instantly turned old and decayed amid the noise. He quickly turned around and found that the team members following him had disappeared.

Leonard frowned. The pollution in the institute had obviously reached some incredible level.

“The source of pollution must be hunted down as quickly as possible.”

The hunter murmured and continued to move forward, but the next moment, he heard heavy footsteps in front of the passage, and the figure of the mechanical creation came into view.

"Hush-huh-"

The sound of heavy breathing reached Leonard's ears. The turbid dust in the corridor was cleared away by the steam waves that hit his face. Heavy boots crushed the fragile floor tiles.

The figure gradually became clearer under the light of the lantern.

The mechanized body leaves cracks on the ground with every step it takes. It wears a unique golden breathing mask. Four ring-shaped mechanical pipelines at the mouth and nose of the mask are connected to the closed power furnace on the chest, and the hot air flows rapidly in it.

"Mechanical Saint..."

Leonard's tone was extremely solemn: "Why can the contaminated Professor Griffith still control the Mechanical Saint..."

"Order execution...purge...the contaminated intruders..."

The cold announcement echoed in the corridor, and the cooling fans on both sides of the saint's shoulders began to rotate rapidly, and it slowly raised its hand.

There was a loud bang, and the silver bullet hit the saint between the eyebrows. A piece of his mask was immediately shattered, revealing the human-like mechanical skeleton face inside.

The saint immediately shook, and the fire condensed in its palm came out. The explosive flames whizzed past Leonard, blasting irregular holes in the wall.

In a flash of lightning, the hunter's silvery sword shredded the dust and steam, and Leonard's attack instantly cut off the golden pipeline on the saint's neck.

The effect of this attack was very significant, with thick and hot liquid spurting out.

"Start—self-destruction program—!!"

The tone of the mechanical saint was completely distorted. The next moment, the mechanical window on its chest opened instantly. The power furnace inside rotated wildly, and the rising steam completely emptied the surrounding rich dust.

What's amazing is that the meteor-like bullet once again accurately blasted into the saint's porous body.

The hunter leader walked with cold and graceful steps. As the sword flashed, the power furnace in the saint's chest was cut off by him. The gun fired again, and the last bullet exploded into the saint's face.

The headless body fell to the sky.

The hunter stepped over its body and continued forward.

It has to be said that Leonard's superb fighting and hunting skills are comparable to gorgeous art. A set of combos is extremely smooth and the battle is resolved in an instant.

"Awesome." Bai Yue immediately sighed in his mind.

What surprises this bookstore owner who enjoys watching movies the whole time the most is——

——The self who shares the body with the hunter leader seems to be receiving the infusion of that skill step by step!

The 'setting skills' for hunting are slowly growing in Bai Yue's consciousness.

At this moment, Bai Yue just hoped that there would be a few more dangerous mechanical saints so that Leonard could continue to refresh the experience bar set by hunting for him...

Soon, Leonard walked through the corridor and arrived at the core area of ​​the institute.The weird rustling sound became more and more obvious, and the decay and smoothness came into the hunter's sight almost simultaneously, and everything was shaking and overlapping.

Some mechanical saints knelt on the ground, their eyes flashing with electric light, but dimmed in the double shadow and covered with rust spots.

Professor Griffith's office is not far ahead.

That's where the noise is happening.

Leonard held the lantern tightly, and the soft light illuminated the messy ground, stabilizing the strange shadows. The hunter held the long sword and stood cautiously at the door of the professor's office.

The door was gently pushed open.

Leonard frowned, the scene in the office obviously deviated from his guess.

Soft lighting and the aroma of coffee spilled out.

A well-dressed old man with a monocle and a kind face was sitting behind the desk.

The old professor was concentrating on writing and drawing on the manuscript paper, and seemed to be deriving some complicated formula.

The sound of the door being opened naturally attracted the professor's attention. He looked at the hunter at the door, and the old man smiled gently.

"Oh, you are finally here, young leader Leonard. Did the Holy Church arrange for you to receive my important research data?"

The professor raised the scratch paper in his hand.

"Today is such a lucky day. Many insurmountable difficulties have been solved by coincidence in my hands!"

The old man's eyes flashed with excitement: "Ghost pollution is not the devil's bewitchment. Your holy church's judgment all along has been wrong -"

"——Please terminate your research on ghost pollution immediately."

Leonard interrupted the professor's narration with a cold voice. He raised his blunderbuss towards the old man: "I'm here to destroy your research, Professor Griffith."

"Leader Leonard, what are you doing?"

The professor was stunned.

"The data you sent to the Holy Temple and the Council Chamber has killed many people."

The hunter said in a deep voice: "Professor Griffith, your research data has been contaminated. The purpose of my coming here is precisely to deal with your out-of-control behavior."

"How could it be? Impossible!"

The professor murmured: "I have checked all the research materials, and my assistants have not shown any symptoms of discomfort..."

"Everyone is dead, Professor Griffith, everyone in Institute No. [-] is dead..."

"You're talking nonsense! No... no... they can't be dead!"

Professor Griffith's mood obviously fluctuated seriously: "All possibilities of contamination have been skipped, and we have grasped the hope of redeeming the city-state!"

He stood up in a hurry, but the next moment, the professor was stunned again.

Griffith stumbled.

He saw corpses at his feet, his own corpses, layers upon layers of corpses.

The world began to shake, double images swallowed up reason, and the neat records on the manuscript paper suddenly turned into chaotic graffiti superimposed one after another.

At this moment, Griffith finally understood what he had experienced.

There is no research coincidence at all.

Every coincidence corresponds to the possibility of failure, and the facts of failure are all retained.

The moment the truth was revealed, the professor's rational face and the ghost of madness were finally superimposed together, and he gave his last shout to the hunter in front of him.

"Listen! Leonard... the key to ghost pollution... lies in time! It lies in the time of overlap!"

(End of this chapter)