Chapter 54 The ending is in progress (4)
Charlotte Holmes's light gray eyes reflected the flickering fireworks, and her eyes seemed to be floating.
The large black shadow of smoke in front flashed back and forth, and from time to time there was the sound of sharp metal cutting, which was inevitably followed by the screams of the soldiers of the extermination troops, followed by broken limbs covered in hard but fragile armor, mixed with Blood clots splashed out like shards of ice, and like fresh rubies, the blood dropped to the ground, still emitting wisps of cold air.
The agents of the Anti-Suppression Bureau seemed to be used to this. They methodically picked up the broken limbs one by one and put them into 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. The thick-glasses on his nose seemed to be emitting a merciless light like the mirror in the arms of the ritual performer.
He said with appreciation: "You did a good job this time, Charlotte - you finally lived up to the noble surname Holmes."
The female detective looked at the tragic scene of the fight looming in the smoke, and asked worriedly: "Uncle Jack, is there really no problem with the arrest?"
Old Jack smiled contemptuously, "Haha - you underestimate the power of the Anti-Suppression Bureau."
The same picture represents completely different meanings in the eyes of people with different identities.
In the eyes of the female detective, it was an extremely dangerous arrest operation. Faced with such a ferocious leader of the Flash Blade, although the soldiers of the extermination force could rush into the smoke one after another regardless of the fear of death, the result was nothing more than a drop in the bucket... It often required Only at the cost of disability and even sacrifice can this beast be held back in dire straits.
"There is obviously a better way, why do we need to let the soldiers take the risk and come forward to fight in close combat?"
But in the eyes of the old man, these sacrificed soldiers, broken armors, consumed equipment... are all inferior to the Blade Aspect who has accumulated at least the third mark. The opponent's face is full of blade and winter aspects. A pure body that has not encountered the light in the skull contaminated by the colors of the virtual world, whether it is used as a ritual decoration, to perform invisible arts, or as an ingredient for a banquet... it is all the best material!
How can a mortal life compare with this precious material? ! Moreover, these war-damaged mortals can still continue to recycle waste...
However, these words could not be told to his distant niece. He changed to another rhetoric: "Eradicating the supernatural threats lurking in London is the bounden duty of the extermination force. They have had the intention to go for this since they joined. Determination to die."
Charlotte Holmes used her peripheral vision to look at Uncle Jack, who had hugged her as a child, and suddenly felt that he was so strange, so different from the uncle in her memory who would coax her to laugh with a gentle tone.
While they were talking, the smelly river breeze blew, and the smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the battle scene.
The muddy river soil turned red under the large amount of blood. Broken limbs and broken pieces of flesh were scattered in the pool of blood. Several soldiers of the suppression force who had fallen to the ground were seriously injured and were dying.
Their armor, which was theoretically strong enough to withstand small-caliber bullets, had long been torn and torn. The originally smooth, mirror-like polished plates were covered with shocking claw marks and blades, and it was clear that the flesh and blood rolled inside were oozing blood.
The blood dyed the silver armor a cruel color, dripping to the ground.
What's more, the pointed breastplates are also dented, with deep fist marks on the surface. Painful groans can be heard from the blood-smeared faceplates... But even so, they still used their last bit of strength to lift the The firearm is fired at the target in the center of the field.
The specially-made projectiles should be enough to penetrate the flesh and blood of the aberrants, but they can only bloom a weak blood flower on the surface of the main body of the Flash Blade Cult, and then they can no longer penetrate.
The target of this extermination, William McCanna, was also scarred at the moment. His muscles were inlaid with warheads containing special power, which were constantly consuming his physical strength and energy, making him feel unusually tired.
The desperate blow from the burly heavily armored soldier holding a thick-edged broadsword with the power of light just now had really caused great damage to him. At this moment, his chest opened with a deep and bloody edge, and the wound started from his left shoulder. It spreads to the right waist and abdomen, and then extends horizontally towards the left waist and abdomen, like a twisted L letter.
The large piece of flesh rolled out, and because of the protection of winter to stop the bleeding, the rolled flesh looked particularly red and covered with a thin layer of frost. It was quite similar to what Watson saw in the hot pot restaurant in later generations. of chilled beef rolls.
Such a serious injury, such a deep wound, the chest is almost exposed to the air, but the blade leader's ribs have been transformed into deformed bone armor like plate armor!
This hard bone plate, which is comparable to a steel plate, is now riddled with holes, and special projectiles are like embellished colors painted on the gray and pale surface.
But the rib plates could only protect some of the organs in the chest. The digestive system in the lower half of his torso had already fallen out along the tragic wound that almost cut him in half. ·McConaughey held it upside down in his hand.
William McConaughey is really a cruel man. Not only is he cruel to his enemies, he is also extremely cruel to anyone who treats himself.
He actually took out the two broken intestines, entangled them together and tied them with a knot in front of the officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau who gradually surrounded them, and then stuffed them back into his abdominal cavity with an expressionless expression.
His expression was relaxed, as if what was twisting and tangled in his hands was not his own intestines, but a broken rope on the roadside, and what was stuffed into his abdominal cavity was not an empty cabinet.
Swish, swish, bang - while William was busy doing rope art, three or four projectiles of different calibers were fired at a distance. A six-edged warhead was supposed to hit his forehead, but because of its The movement of burying the head deeply shifted, and a deep blood mark was rubbed back along the temple.
The other three warheads were shot out in a Rupin-shaped array. One was embedded in the bridge of William's nose, and two hit each other's teeth, scratching out sparks and tearing the corners of the Flash Blade leader's mouth into a sinister arc. , like a laughing clown in a circus with make-up.
William licked the almost chipped teeth with his tongue. He faced the anti-suppression troops that were gradually approaching. The round pupils in the two mirrors shone with dazzling light, making him squint his eyes. He felt that his reason was gradually melting away. Emotions are slowly falling apart...all being consecrated for 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, and it seemed that the sharp tongue of barbs was licking his nerves and grabbing him. The light inside the skull.
But even in the face of such a desperate situation, William McConaughey still refused to give up resistance. Pain is the source of strength, and he was still patiently looking for a glimmer of hope.
The mark of the sword engraved deep in the soul is excited! ! !
He would rather die than be captured without mercy! ! !
He felt a certain kind of passionate momentum raging in his heart. The pain and torture caused anger to explode in his soul. This nameless fire was not just a dying struggle emotion, but some kind of definite existing power. That was exactly He has always longed for the power of prayer!
William clenched his teeth like a door closing, his tongue muscles contracted like a spring accumulating force, and then suddenly stretched out and popped out, the tip of his tongue raised up and bumped against his front teeth, and the teeth that were about to break suddenly broke and flew.
There was a hoarse and muffled roar in his throat, like thunder exploding on the ground. The tangible sound wave rolled up violent ripples in the venue, and circles of ripples spread outward like sharp ripples, wiping out a horizontal line on the throat of the ritual performer. Bloodstains, leaving a cutting mark on the armor of the suppression troops, knocked over the surrounding Anti-Suppression Bureau officers and fell to the ground.
At the same time, the violent sound was secretly carrying the broken teeth and shot out like projectiles, directly hitting the mirror in the arms of the ritual performer.
Two cries of pain were heard in the void, glowing blood flowed from the cracks in the mirror, and the venue was once again shrouded in shadow.
William McConaughey took advantage of this momentary dimming of light, his mind returned to clarity, and his rage seemed to leave him.
He immediately stepped on the ground and jumped back, holding on to the six-sided bullets that followed the darkness, and was about to push them into the grass behind him and escape straight to the river bank.
Sneaking into the river and leaving this place was the only idea for the leader of the Flash Blade who still had a trace of sanity left.
However, when he passed through the lush grass, he saw that troops from the Anti-Suppression Bureau had already been left on the river bank. They used sandbags to form a simple defense line. Rifled rifles were set up on the defense line and they pulled the trigger towards the target that broke through.
The dense projectiles were tilted like a torrential rain, and they all fell on William McConaughey. His ribs and armor shattered like spider webs, his intestines were completely broken into several pieces, and his body surface was studded with dense bullets like drops. honeycomb.
I always feel like the battle scenes are not written satisfactorily...