Shadow Apostle

Chapter 54 C-037

Sir Andrew Siff.

Chief of staff of the B-235 team.

Seeing everything inside the door, Sir Sif frowned.

He glared at Horst with dissatisfaction, paused his cane heavily, waved his hand at a group of men in black, and pointed to the inner layer.

A dozen men in black immediately swarmed in.

However, they did not go to clear out the enemies first. Instead, they cautiously approached Horst.

After two of them got closer, they stretched out their hands to take over the box in Horst's hand.

It's reasonable and reasonable.

Horst raised his eyebrows, shook his cane, and knocked aside the hand of the nearest person. Then he put his cane on the chest of the other person and pushed hard, pushing him a few steps away and almost sitting down. Fall to the ground.

Now the remaining men in black immediately became vigilant and turned their guns towards Horst.

Horst's face immediately darkened.

His gaze also became sharp.

The first time he took a few steps back was to get out of the way of a group of people with guns blazing, and at the same time he put his hands on the box, pretending to open the box.

Including the combatants, everyone around them breathed a beat slower.

Especially Sir Sif in a tuxedo, his eyes almost bulged out.

He stepped back and raised his cane to point at Horst.

The group of men in black holding pistols dispersed in horror, their faces turned pale, and they did not dare to shoot without receiving orders.

Horst sneered and turned to Andrew Siff while holding up the box.

Sir Sif immediately avoided the front of the box, leaned back, raised one hand in front of him, pressed down on Horst to signal him to calm down, and then waved to his men.

A group of men were relieved immediately and quickly left Horst's side without even looking at him.

Want to pick fruit?

Is it that easy?

Horst sneered in his heart, holding the box and showing Sir Sif the courtesy of a gentleman.

Sir Sif turned his head sullenly and looked at his subordinates.

More than a dozen men in black stopped trying to snatch C-037 and turned to the twisted body that was still entangled.

Unlike the snake-headed man just now, no one knows where the vital point of this twisted body is, and entangled with it is a complete waste of time.

Monica and the stranger had attacked several times in succession, and she even used the characteristic 'Judgment' that could increase the intensity of attacks, but she achieved nothing except cutting off a few tentacles that could regenerate.

Until these black soldiers joined.

Each of them had an ordinary pistol in hand. After rushing over, they fired randomly at the twisted body.

Gunfire roared.

The guns of more than a dozen men in black didn't stop at all.

Everyone fired at the warp until the magazine was empty.

This was not the end. The man in black quickly took out a handful of bullets and began to reload quickly, followed by another burst of gunfire.

The twisted body was beaten back repeatedly, but as soon as the gunfire stopped, it immediately started moving again, as if it was not affected at all.

There were a lot of shocking wounds left on his body, which were riddled with holes. However, these wounds healed quickly in just a breath.

In other words, the wound was covered by the surrounding rotten flesh.

In as good condition as ever and moving freely.

Hundreds of bullets had no effect.

The only effect is to make the tentacles wave more intensely and extend a lot.

The tentacles that were originally unable to touch them suddenly stretched out. The two men in black who were slightly closer were swept by the tentacles on the shoulders and flew out after screaming several times.

The gunfire stopped suddenly.

The group of people retreated several meters again.

Sir Sif's expression became even more gloomy, he glared at Hoster with a hateful look, and strode forward.

Why are you staring at me? It’s inexplicable.

Horst shrugged innocently and saw Sir Sif approaching the edge of a safe distance before taking out a black scroll from his pocket.

He tore open the scroll and unfolded it. He raised one hand and traced the lines on the scroll with his index finger. At the same time, he opened his lips as if he was reciting some incantation in an inaudible voice.

As the lines were drawn, Sir Sif's fingers moved slower and slower.

The frequency of lip opening is also getting slower and slower.

His face turned pale, and sweat continued to form on his forehead.

His body was shaking slightly, as if he was using all his strength.

With the movement of his fingers, a huge black six-pointed star unfolded at the feet of the twisted body.

The six-pointed star exuded a strange aura, and its mere presence made Horst next to him shudder.

Visions flashed before his eyes, as if he had seen some extremely dangerous mystery.

A cold aura emanated from the six-pointed star, and hundreds of invisible black skeletal arms stretched out from the six-pointed star, like a drowning person, clinging to the only thing that could be grasped.

The rotten flesh and tentacles of a twisted body.

"Hoo, ho, ho."

Sir Sif put his hands on his knees and panted violently for a few seconds. Then he turned the scroll and began to draw the lines on it again, and silently recited the incantation on it again.

A black vortex appeared out of thin air in the middle of the six-pointed star. The vortex exuded an endless aura of death. For a moment, the silent wails of countless souls seemed to resound in the inner layer.

Amid the wailing sound, a big mouth emerged from the whirlpool, inhaling forcefully at the twisted body. I don't know what was sucked away, but I could only see that the struggle of the twisted body was getting smaller and smaller.

The movements became weaker and weaker.

At the same time, Sir Sif's face became more and more ugly, and his breathing became more and more intense.

It's hard to say which one, him or the twisted body, failed first.

The people around him have stopped attacking.

They were unable to determine whether their attack was helping or interfering, so they had to stop and wait.

As a result, more than a dozen people did not dare to breathe, and watched nervously as Sir Sif almost exhausted all their strength, and there were only a few strokes left on the scroll.

The six-pointed star solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dangerous and strange atmosphere inside is getting stronger and stronger.

No one knew whether Sir Sif's spell counterattack would be successful, and everyone was waiting nervously.

But at this moment...

"Boom."

There was actually no sound, but everyone felt that the space seemed to shake.

The struggling twisted body suddenly paused, motionless inside the six-pointed star.

"Boom."

Another silent vibration.

There was no sound or light effect, but something inside the stiff twisted body seemed to suddenly explode.

The body swelled from time to time, and then collapsed again, as if it was experiencing continuous bursts of power inside.

Everyone present has a certain understanding of this and has realized something.

Especially the first few people had seen the same scene.

Then, everyone turned their attention to Horst, or rather, to the box in his hand.

Everyone saw him, pointing the box at the twisted body with a puzzled look on his face, and opened the lid of the box.

"Boom."