Chapter 203 The Fall of Gowell (6)

Chapter 203 The Fall of Gowell (6)

Old Ethan is fifty-eight years old this year, which is definitely considered an old man in this era. Many townspeople who grew up at the same time as him are already buried in the cemetery outside the town.

Both of his temples were gray, and his face, which had been eroded by the sea wind and frost for a long time, was covered with deep ravine-like wrinkles, just like his aging body under his clothes was also covered with shocking scars.

When he was young, he left his family to serve the country, but in the end he only suffered injuries and a meager pension - his sacrifices for the country were meaningless, just like the deaths of his comrades who fell one after another at that time. It doesn't make any sense either.

Young Ethan returned to his hometown in despair, married the girl who had been waiting for his first love for many years, and learned how to become a hard-working fisherman, just like his ancestors for hundreds of years.

During the breaks in fishing, he would also pick up a shotgun and walk into the mountains to become a hunter. Thanks to the marksmanship he honed in the army, he was considered an excellent hunter and could often catch small prey. It can change the taste of my wife who is tired of eating smoked fish, grilled fish, fried fish and fish soup, and at the same time improve the nutrition of the fetus in my wife's belly.

However, his beloved wife left him eighteen years ago. At that time, he was hit in the head by a masonry splashed by an explosion while running on the street. He lost consciousness and fell to the ground, but he was able to escape.

But when he stumbled home in the early morning, resisting dizziness, he saw his wife, who was cold and stiff, with the last-minute terror still remaining on her face, and her beautiful blue eyes turned into a dead gray. And there's a damn fly sitting on it!

Ethan buried his wife with numb grief, but the shadow of his beloved always remained in his heart.

Sometimes when he sat alone in the house and watched the fireplace flame burning, he would see his wife's graceful figure slowly walking out of the fire in a trance, sitting on his lap, and continuing to be charming with him... But back After coming to his senses, Ethan still couldn't help but raise his murderous hands to cover his face and cry bitterly.

So when old Ethan heard the familiar sound of explosions again today, he immediately picked up the shotgun and rushed out of the door, with calm yet violent fireworks burning in his eyes.

Because of his age and seniority, many young people who were also willing to take revenge were willing to follow his team, and he became the leader of the resistance team this time, walking at the front of the team.

"I will lead the team this time, and I will definitely not make the same mistake that old Ethan did... he actually got lost in the illusion of a cultist and beat up his friends!!!" Old Ethan roared resolutely in his heart.

As soon as the sworn old Ethan arrived at the intersection of Gowell Street, he heard the strange and heart-rending drumbeats. He was about to fire a gun to wake up the young brats behind him who were not determined enough... But what happened next? The lonely old man saw his long-missed wife.

After listening to his wife's explanation, he finally realized that he had been resenting the wrong person all this time... The damn Michaelis family, you really deserve to die! ! !

So Old Ethan raised his arms and shouted: "Come on, defeat the evil Michaelis family, and take back what belongs to us!!!"

The friends who had also woken up also shouted in unison: "Rush! Take back what should belong to our town of Ilkesmouth!!!"

Listening to the passionate war drums echoing in his ears, Old Ethan felt as if the blood all over his body was boiling. He seemed to have returned to the days when he served the country and fought in battles. At that time, he was still young and had uses all over his body. Endless strength... But at this moment, he felt that his condition was much better than when he was young!

The heart beats so powerfully, and the endless power seems to be transported to every inch of muscle along with the hot blood!

His facial features were as sharp as if they were polished, and the fluttering wind and snow fell in his eyes as slowly as a snail!

The waist and kidneys are as strong as iron, and the pale and dry hair falling in front of his eyes seems to become black and shiny in an instant!

Old Ethan couldn't help but let out an excited howl like a gray wolf looking at the moon, and led the troops to run straight to the top of the mountain. The rugged and steep mountain road was easier to walk than ever before. His strides seemed like walking on flat ground, even in the wind and snow. It is difficult for them to hide their vision.

There is a voice constantly whispering in my mind, urging me to speed up, and I will soon be able to capture the Gowell Hotel and seize the mysterious power of the Michaelis family... By then, I will become even more powerful. Maybe he can survive for nearly a hundred years like that old Michaelis without dying! ! !

Before he had gone far, Old Ethan saw a dark, burly figure running quickly down from the top of the cliff. The body was as strong as a ferocious bear, but it looked embarrassed and covered in bruises, and its clothes were torn to pieces. The sword cuts and the sword cuts.

Through his particularly keen vision at this moment, he could clearly see the deep, irregular wounds under the opponent's torn clothes, and iron-black blood was leaking out from the rolled flesh!

Old Ethan thought he was dazzled. He blinked hard, and when he looked again, he realized that the blood flowing from the wound of this burly man was actually a dark red-like color!

His confused yet clear mind was still thinking about the identity of this person. Such a strange face must not be from the town, and the other party escaped from the Gawwell Hotel after the explosion. He was covered with wounds and looked anxious, as if he was being chased by a powerful enemy... Could this person be the murderer who caused the explosion of the Gawwell Hotel? The person who chased him must be Faris of the Gawwell Hotel! Although old Ethan had been influenced by the drumbeats and shifted the target of hatred to the Michaelis family, his IQ was not affected too much, and he still retained his innate cunning. He immediately came up with a plan at this moment. It would be better to stop this burly man first, let him continue to fight with Faris, and then watch from the side, and when Faris was exhausted, suddenly launch an attack! Faris must have never thought that we had seen through the plan of their Michaelis family! We... are no longer lambs who can only lower their heads and eat grass obediently! ... So Old Ethan quickly conveyed this strategy to his other companions, and ordered them to hide nearby, leaving him alone.

Then he looked at the burly stranger who was gradually leaping down from the top of the cliff, calmly half-crouched on the ground, raised the muzzle of the gun, aimed at the opponent's knee and resolutely pulled the trigger!

With a bang, the dull sound of the old-fashioned gunpowder sounded, and the almost round lead bullet shot out rapidly, easily penetrating a piece of drifting snowflakes. Later, although it was slightly deflected by the strong wind, it still hit the other thigh of the burly stranger, and a bright blood flower bloomed in the frosty snow.

"So your blood is also bright red."

Old Ethan raised a contemptuous arc at the corner of his mouth, but he did not despise the other party in his heart. In his early years, he had hunted other cultists who had accidentally entered with the townspeople. He knew that these believers of the evil god had extremely strong vitality and also mastered strange powers beyond nature. Never fight with them in close combat!

So he turned around and ran, but he didn't run down the mountain, but ran towards the horizontal line around the cliff - he couldn't let this burly foreigner get away from here, he had to drag him to the spot, so as to wait for Faris to catch up, and let Faris witness his heroic and 'loyal' performance!

The fact is just as Old Ethan thought, after this burly foreigner took the bullet, it seemed that he was not affected at all, but his footsteps staggered slightly at the moment of being shot, and he fell to the ground and rolled forward to hide behind the shelter of the boulder beside the mountain road... However, less than three seconds later, this guy seemed to be completely uninjured, and continued to run wildly down the mountain!

Old Ethan, who had moved to another position, continued to reload bullets and fired another shot. This time he fired from the tilted side direction, so he could no longer aim directly at the opponent's torso and limbs. He had to predict the opponent's footsteps and aim at the opponent's front position.

In his mind, this shot was aimed at the gap when the opponent took a big step forward. At this time, the opponent's feet were already in the air, and he would not be able to change his position in the air, so he would have to take his shot! However, when old Ethan pulled the trigger with a fierce heart, the burly foreigner in the distance who should have seriously escaped seemed to have heard his voice, and actually stomped on the ground to stop in time, staying in place without moving, so that the old man's shot, which he thought was a sure hit, fell completely into the air. The hot bullet cut through the air, but only hit the thin snow on the ground, splashing a gray snowflake. Istvan looked at the bullet that was almost grazing his chest. He turned his head to look at the old town resident who was already fleeing in panic, but he was thinking in his heart: "How did the church members down the mountain brainwash these ignorant mortals? Why did these guys attack me... Didn't the brainwashing operation succeed completely? These mortals can actually resist the triple influence of heart, cup and blade?!" Although his heart was full of doubts and anger, he would definitely not let go of this bold and provocative mortal in the past, but now there were angry pursuers behind him, so it was not appropriate to stop here - the hotel housekeeper who looked old and had reached the third level, and at least had the two secret aspects of heart and moth, and could withstand the bombing of a detonator without falling down, and could continue to catch up with me at a speed beyond mortals! So Istvan just raised his hand and fired two shots at the annoying sneak attacker, slightly interrupting the opponent's rhythm, and then continued to flee down the mountain. However, that damned mortal actually dared to continue provoking! He didn't even dodge the bullets he shot at him, and he turned around and shot himself while standing still! ! !

Istvan didn't even need to turn his head to look, he could sense the momentary excitement of the mortal's heart through the perception of the heart, and knew that the other party had fired another shot. He simply stepped back half a step and easily dodged the bullet as if he had prophesied before he fell, but his escape was inevitably blocked for a moment - damn you, you guy!

He turned his head with anger, and his burning eyes seemed to lock on the old man who fell to the ground. With the precise positioning of the perception of the heart, the revolver was like a soul-chasing arrow, shooting at the target sliding on the snow with the whistling sound of gunpowder!

That annoying old town citizen obviously has a lot of combat experience, maybe he is a veteran who has retired from the battlefield. He is simply cunning and cunning. He was already twisting his body as flexibly as an earthworm even before the gunshot was fired. , narrowly avoiding the bullet aimed at the heart, causing the bullet's impact point to shift to the buttocks.

A trace of bright red blood slid down the slope on the snow and disappeared into the natural depression of the cliff.

Stephen was a little relieved when he saw that the attack was effective. At least it could hinder the opponent's offensive a little. He immediately turned around and continued to escape down the mountain - as long as he successfully rendezvoused with the church members at the foot of the mountain, he relied on them to arrange in advance Those methods, even if the hotel housekeeper is a third-level secret person, he will never come back! ! !

But at this moment, his sense of the heart suddenly sensed that a hundred yards behind him, there was a wild and violent thunder, like the rhythm of his heart, as if the sky was angry and raining down the maddening thunder, falling right behind him. At!

Without looking back, Istvan took out the last explosive tube. The casting trembled and steamed up the fiery power, all concentrated on his fingertips. A weak flame lit up from the fingertips and quickly connected the fuse. Lit it, he threw it directly behind him - the perception of the heart is the best secret transmission sense, which is enough to see the whole situation in all directions without blind spots. Even if his back is turned to the target, he can still determine the opponent's position.

The ground exploded and exploded——

The blazing firelight shone on the snow in front of Istvan in an instant. He felt the waves of heat coming from behind him, and felt that the casting seemed to have once again drawn a trace of strength, entangled with the vitality of the mind in his body. Together, they reshape and repair their scarred life. The itching sensation of flesh and blood regeneration arises from the wounds of the rolled flesh, but the open flesh and blood are gradually coming together and healing.

But even if they were casters, they could only absorb the heat of the explosion, but the shock wave of the explosion was unavoidable.

Istvan couldn't help but stumbled to the ground under the impact of the explosives. He rolled several times before stopping his fall and climbed back up. However, his head was inevitably hit by the hidden accumulation in the fall. Bewildered by gravel in the snow.

He hurriedly struggled to get up from the ground. Venus swirled in front of his eyes, and his cochlea was buzzing. He couldn't help shaking his head twice, trying to expel the drowsiness from his head, but it only got worse. Aggravating your symptoms.

The noisy buzzing sound of the cochlea has spread to the inside of the skull, making Istvan dizzy. He feels as if his head has been stuffed with a lot of unnecessary sounds and knowledge in an instant, causing his brain to race rapidly. The ground swelled so much that my skull was about to burst open!

"Fake! Why is this explosion so powerful? It feels more powerful than a copper pear, but I clearly remember that the tube was just an ordinary chemical explosive tube - no, this is not an aftereffect of the impact, but the effect of the moth!! !”

Eastman turned around in horror, and saw that the hotel housekeeper had already walked out of the sea of ​​fire. His body was as thin and charred as a dead tree, and there were still fireworks on it, but the charred flesh and blood were following him. The steps slowly fell to the ground.

Faris looked at the foreigner who was drowning in the buzzing in his head. He tore off the damaged skin on his face with a grin, exposing the red and black muscle fibers inside. The pair of round gray-white eyeballs that had lost the protection of their eyelids seemed to be crazy inside. Wild moths are flapping their wings crazily.

His big, bloody mouth raised in an evil arc because his lips were completely blown away, so that all his yellow teeth were exposed to the air.

"Hey, I finally caught you."