It was only then that the people around them finally reacted.......
They didn't even have time to look back at the direction of the bullet, and in the end, what kind of person at such a critical moment, fired a life and death shot, can only suppress the incomparable shock and happiness in their hearts, and constantly grateful for the gift that is like a gift from God.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The steam armor that was still emitting heat immediately resumed operation, and the high temperatures generated by the turbines vaporized the surrounding rain curtain into a cloud of white mist, and all the guards activated their battle mode again at the first opportunity!
They were the most devout followers of the Holy See, and their lives were the consumables that fed the Holy See, so even though their limbs were injured, broken and shattered from the battle they had just fought, and some of the steel had been inserted into their abdominal cavities, as long as the enemy was still there, and the high clerics still needed to be protected, then they couldn't take a break, much less delude themselves with the thought of being rescued; And even though the high temperature, which hadn't dissipated, pierced through the heavy armor and blasted their bodies like a hot branding iron, roasting, sticking, and moistening their skin, there was still no escape!
...... However, this equipment was ultimately too heavy, and after such a gruesome battle just now, the turbines that couldn't dissipate the heat couldn't even gather enough power to drive the three-meter thick steel, and even the most basic bending of the arms and lifting of the legs couldn't be done.
Further away, the abyssal creature summoned by Deacon Baldur had completely lost its activity, its body collapsed, only a festering skin was left, the spider finally had a respite, at that moment, its eight long and thin foot limbs began to dance madly, ruthlessly rushing towards the old priest, its huge abdomen writhing violently, it should have been trying its best to produce spider silk.
However, this abyssal creature was not good at moving quickly over short distances, and right now, due to the battle, it had long used up all of its spider silk, and was simply unable to produce more in a moment.
As for Catherine on the bell tower, although she had a terrifying instant killing ability, her contracted creatures had suffered a severe blow at that time, and she herself had suffered a backlash, so she could only lean against the vine-covered wall with great difficulty, forcing herself not to faint.
Thus, in those short, surprisingly dramatic seconds, no one was able to actually attack Deacon Bader, let alone protect the old priest-sama.
In the middle of the pool of blood, that slender body crawled up.
At this moment, it was even thinner than the skin and bones of just now, and could almost be called a skeleton, with large pieces of skin also turning into food and falling off one by one, revealing the almost broken lines of dried muscles inside.
With this appearance, even if that breathtakingly beautiful young lady who could heal anything, Her Excellency Florence Nightingale, came down personally, she couldn't save his life, right?
She was bound to die.
But it remained furious, hissing, eager to destroy and be destroyed!
The rain turned the long street a blood-red color, and right in the middle of this glazed and vivid street scene, a figure quietly walked over a pile of sparse corpses.......
As mentioned before, compared to the indentured servants, Sherlock wasn't that fast, but he was incomparably lithe and bizarre, every movement seemed to be precise to the extreme, whether it was running, jumping, or even the distance of each step, it was as if it had been calculated countless times.
The tattered black trench coat fluttered silently behind him, and he raised his hand eerily, a pistol between his pale fingers.
Maybe it was his own, maybe he'd picked it up somewhere on the battlefield....It didn't matter.
Anyway, in the midst of the high-speed movement, the gun was strangely incomparably smooth, and the pitch-black muzzle suddenly burst into a bright light without warning!Bang!Bang!Bang!Three bullets poured out.
But these three bullets flew to three different places without even aiming at anything, as if they were firing randomly at the dark night rain.
At the same time, Deacon Bader had already jumped wildly out of the pool of blood, and his whole body was like a filament that had been burned to a crisp, lunging at the nearest old priest......In his mind right now, he also only has this one thought ---- to kill the other party!.
However, it was such a horrible lunge again, but it suddenly stopped.
Because in the path of his forward lunge, bizarrely appeared three rounds of bullets, his speed is very fast, thrillingly over two of them, but how can not avoid the third, or even, it is to avoid the first two rounds, to send himself into the third round of bullets shooting position in general; in short, the fragile shoulder once again struck, and directly to the yellowed bones exploded into pieces!
Within the next few seconds, a dozen shots rang out one after the other, surprisingly, just as unbelievably, pinning Deacon Bader in place!
It was only one gun.
In normal times, the power of such ordinary bullets could hardly affect Deacon Badr's actions, but on the contrary, it was at such a time when he was running out of gas and desperate.......
The horrific effects of the sacrifice were constantly draining the user's life; his brain was boiling, his bones were trembling, and what remained of his nerves and muscles were convulsing.
Twenty seconds of absolutely insane potency was surprisingly limited by a pistol like that! Barely all of the life delay was used up!
Until then, Sherlock's body finally ghostly rushed into the blinding light of the searchlight, his hand is still very stable, his expression is still calm, even feel that he has not blinked his eyes from the beginning until now, just so strange and focused on pulling the trigger, focused on the surrounding guards are subconsciously afraid to approach him, afraid of disrupting the rhythm of his suppression of Deacon Bardell.
The gunfire continued, by now Sherlock had taken a step in front of Baader's body, gunfire erupting a stone's throw away from him, the
Shoulder armor, knees, elbows, ribs, spine, eye sockets.
Nearly all the key points were bombarded with bullets several times until they were all shattered, without any mercy and without giving the opponent a single chance to get up.
In silence, all the bullets were used up, and what was left on the ground was almost nothing more than a corpse with its guts and bones shattered.
Sherlock still didn't stop, concentrating on picking up an armored handsaw beside him and aiming the sharp edge at the skin-collapsed head.......
There was no way for this handsaw to turn without a motor, but Sherlock didn't care.
He started to smash!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Until, after chiseling the back of his head open with a large gash, ...... violently raised his other hand!
Poof!
No one knew what he was doing, or if they did, they just didn't dare think too hard about it, they just watched his weird back, and amidst the pattering of the downpour, the harsh and sticky disgusting sound seemed to travel far, making everyone who heard it sick all over!
Anyway, Sherlock just twisted and tugged and pulled, and his shoulders kept twisting for who knows how long.
......It was only then that he finally stopped the creepy movements of his hands and slowly stood up.
Turning his head, he gave a wide and infectious smile in the light of the searchlights that fell from the sky.
"Well, that's a relief."
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