Chapter 116 All fear stems from insufficient firepower
The attack came too suddenly. Wayne was pointed at seven or eight guns at the same time, but there was still cross fire. He was so frightened that he stepped on the accelerator and directly put on the death knight's vest.
Bullets rained and flames exploded. Wayne stepped out of the car, still a little frightened just thinking about it.
He looked at the killers with fierce eyes and saw the death knight. Everyone present must have been prepared for death.
Tsk!
Two cars approached one after the other and stopped ten meters away. The two rear-ending drivers looked at the death knight, each with a look of horror on their faces.
They hold pistols, whether they shoot or not.
"It turns out he came for me..."
Wayne murmured, raising his hands to disperse the tentacle-like aura of death.
Gunfire broke out and the scene was chaotic.
The gray tentacles covered a huge area, wrapping around two cars and wrapping around the killers on both sides of the road. Their flesh and blood immediately dissipated and turned into withered bones.
Those who ran slowly were lucky enough to see their companions in front of them turn into skeletons while running, and then they themselves also turned into skeletons.
The skeleton maintained the momentum of the charge and fell forward due to inertia. The moment it fell to the ground, it collapsed into ashes.
Wayne stood in the middle of the field, bullets hitting his body had no effect at all.
Although the death knight's vest has lost a lot of things, it is really easy to use. The immortality alone can render most magic useless.
As for thermal weapons, ordinary firearms are no different from fire sticks in front of the death knight. With a wave of his hand, the parts will rot into waste.
Wayne takes out the killers on the left and right, and extinguishes his scrapped car with a breath of death.
He is a nostalgic person. This car is a relic of Sidney. He has been with him for a month and ten days and has taken Chris to and from school several times. There is no credit but hard work. The sacrifice cannot be in vain. Someone must give it to him. An argument.
Wayne turned to look at the two cars wrapped in the aura of death. Black mist rose around him, and he walked towards the two drivers with murderous intent.
The two killers were scared out of their wits.
All fear stems from the lack of firepower, and it is difficult for the two of them to feel safe with a small pistol.
One person pushed open the car door, ignoring the terrifying corrosive power of death, and pulled the trigger on the approaching armored skeleton.
The bullet came out of the barrel and shot into the thick gray mist. Before it touched Wayne's body, it was withered by the breath of death. Dingdang hit the black armor without leaving even a white mark.
Under the killer's desperate gaze, Wayne reached out and grabbed his face, holding it high in the air: "Who, who asked you to come?"
The killer kicked his legs in the air, wanting to say something, but because he couldn't speak, he could only whimper and beg for mercy.
"Yes, you are a tough guy. I kind of admire you."
Wayne turned to look at another car, and the gray mist dispersed in his palms. The killer he was carrying changed from a plump flesh and blood body to a dry mummy, then split and decomposed, turning into sand and dust and flying away in the wind.
The desperate strength disintegrated all fighting spirit. The last killer opened the car door, threw away the pistol, and cried and begged Wayne to give him another chance.
Wayne ignored him and kicked the killer away, slamming him into the car.
He gave the killer a chance, who gave him the death knight a chance? You only have one life. To be a killer, you need to have the courage to face death.
"Look into my eyes and tell me, who asked you to come?"
"I told you, will you let me go?" The killer subconsciously raised his head and looked at the death knight at close range, his whole face whiter than his bones with fear.
"Of course, I promise to spare your life."
"He is our boss. I don't know who he is. I only know that he is very capable. He provides weapons and recruits us to work for him. It has been two years and I have never seen him..."
The killer was incoherent and talked a lot of incomprehensible nonsense.
Wayne heard some important information. The small killer organization had a sponsor and boss. The boss asked them to ambush on the road, roughly described his appearance, and also provided the license plate number.
"I'm done."
The killer trembled and looked at Wayne. According to his promise, it was time to let him go.
"You go."
As if he had been granted amnesty, the killer thanked him excitedly, glanced at the woods on the roadside, and rushed into the gray fog.
After two steps, the skeleton fell to the ground and turned into flying sand.
"What's the rush? I haven't opened the door yet!"
Wayne dispersed the death knight vest and at the same time dispersed the aura of death that filled the surrounding area. Everyone saw that he did not break his promise and was willing to let the other party live. It was the killer who ran too fast and ran into the arms of the goddess of death.
"You can also touch the goddess's arms. I only dare to hug her thighs."
Wayne picked up the pistol on the ground, looked around, removed the license plate of his scrapped car, jumped into a rear-ended car and drove towards Jianhe City.
Not many people knew that he had returned to Lundan, and it was definitely impossible for Fula. Darcy and Otilia at the Natural Church stronghold had a motive for committing the crime.
The former wanted to climb up, but the latter was angry with the scumbag and left after flirting with her.
Wayne nodded repeatedly and threw these two guesses into the trash can. Bishop Keith's face flashed before his eyes: "It's too suspicious."
Keith was in bad shape today and Wayne didn't think much of it at the time.
After all, Keith is a cathedral leader, a minion of the devil or something like that. He can just pick up a treasure from the warehouse and it's more than enough to protect himself.
Now that I think about it, the other party is most likely under control.
"You, a clergyman, can't defeat the devil. You are not even a match for the devil's minions..."
Wayne didn't even know how to complain. To save face for the Holy Father, the Windsor royal family should be blamed for this. If the royal family hadn't suppressed it too hard, leaving only one archbishop as the supreme leader in the territory, the Holy See would not have lost its talents and been exported by the devil's younger brother.
Following this line of thought, Wayne thought of Dean Julian and a group of seminary scholars visiting the church.
If I guessed correctly, the whole army was wiped out, and one of them became the devil's puppet.
If you are brave enough, the coming ceremony of the Thousand-Eyed Demon is underway.
Hope it comes in time!
“Keith’s behavior was particularly weird today. There were several times right under my nose, but I didn’t even notice...”
Wayne stepped on the accelerator and accelerated. The more he thought about it afterwards, the more he regretted it. He raised his hand and slapped himself.
I want to make excuses for a day or two!
Because I always treat myself leniently, the slap was very light when it hit my face, and I just touched it.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the university town. After all the back and forth, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and the hot pot carefully prepared by Fula was no longer available.
Wayne looked unlucky. Time waits for no one, and the devil will come if he is slow. He did not go to the Natural Church stronghold, but went straight to St. Dominic's Cathedral with a pistol in his pocket.
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cathedral.
Bishop Keith repented in front of the cross. After being manipulated by Sigma, he would fall into confusion from time to time. He didn't know why he repented, he only knew that he should do so.
Sigma controlled his thinking, but could not completely reverse his will. In comparison, those in the seminary had become the devil's most loyal believers.
"Bishop Keith, what are you confessing to?"
Wayne strode into the church and stopped five meters away from Keith.
Keith trembled and turned around in surprise: "Mr. Wayne, why are you... back again?" "There was a car accident on the road, and there were a few ignorant guys who got into trouble. When I got angry, I killed them all. I am so guilty and so sinful that I came to the church to confess my sins to Heavenly Father, hoping that He can forgive me for my sins." Wayne said coldly.
Keith's eyes averted and he opened his mouth to hesitate.
Wayne was even more convinced that his acting skills were poor. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Bishop Keith, can you take me to the warehouse? There are many people here. I have one more thing to ask you."
Keith nodded repeatedly and walked quickly and trotted ahead. Wayne accelerated to follow. Before entering the warehouse, he reminded Keith again not to forget to sign.
Wayne stood in the first area without going deep into the back. There were a large number of sculptures and ancient replicas of knight armor.
He shrugged his nose. He didn't smell any strange smell along the way, and his tense heartstrings relaxed a little.
It's still too late, the devil's coming ceremony has not yet begun.
"Bishop Keith, where is the statue of the Thousand-Eyed Devil? What do you think about the devil's advent ceremony?"
Wayne pressed forward step by step, took out his pistol and walked towards Keith: "I personally think that if the summoning ceremony is held in a church, a slap in the face would be too arrogant, so the seminary is undoubtedly a good place."
"Mr. Wayne, you're too excited, put your gun away."
Keith's demeanor changed drastically, and he calmly lost his panic. He smiled and took out his Bible, signaling Wayne not to provoke a clergyman in the church.
"You also know this is inside a church!"
Wayne looked into Keith's eyes, suddenly raised his hand and fired two shots. The bullets hit Keith's side, one on the left and one on the right. The latter stood still, showing no intention of avoiding.
"It's not that easy to trick me into killing the bishop of the Holy See."
Wayne put away his pistol and rushed toward Keith with a quick stride. He was so fast that he vaguely drew out an afterimage.
Keith cast spells continuously and failed to hit. When he came to his senses, he was punched hard in the face. His mouth and nose were bleeding. He was violently overthrown and the back of his head was hit hard against the wall.
There was a click.
There are a few more cracks in the wall.
Wayne did not attack again. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood on his fist. He stopped to observe the change in Keith's expression. Seeing the bloodthirsty look on the latter's face, he shook his head regretfully.
It is said that the Great Memory Restoration Technique specializes in mental control, including hypnosis and illusion. Why is it not working for him?
How about changing positions and punching a few more times?
Papa papa————
Rapid footsteps sounded, and Wayne turned around to look. Nearly twenty church clergy arrived, holding Bibles and crosses. They spoke no nonsense at the meeting, spoke poems in unison, and began to cast holy light magic.
The recitations were heard in unison, and the holy power slowly gathered.
Wayne raised his hand and fired. The bullet hit the light and shadow curtain in mid-air, and its speed slowed down for an instant until it ran out of power and fell to the ground.
He didn't try with his fists, and his eyes bloomed with green light.
The plants in the back garden grew rapidly, and roots and vines sprouted out of the ground, entangled the bodies of the priests, penetrated into the throats, interrupted the spells, and tied them into rice dumplings.
The defensive light curtain instantly dissipated, and countless vines poured into the warehouse, tying up Bishop Keith who was in a daze.
If the magicians surrounding the Nature Church in the garden were not brave, they could only have collectively fallen under the aura of wisdom.
"Come out, I smelled your stink in Lundam."
Wayne looked intently at the corner of the corridor: "Of course, you can also hide it all the time..."
He raised the corners of his lips and said with a wicked sense of humor: "Guess, did I call Lundan and inform the Heavenly Father Church over there that someone is preparing for the coming ceremony of the evil god of hell?"
At the end of the corridor, Sigma walked out in a black robe, his face blurred and unable to be seen clearly: "Dear Mr. Priest, I have not offended the Church of Nature..."
boom! !
The scorching fire waves rushed down, and with the blessing of the storm, the momentum was extremely huge.
Sigma's legs were entangled in vines, and he was unable to dodge for a moment. He could only watch as the raging waves of fire flooded the corridor and rolled towards him with claws and teeth.
Boom!
Outside the church, passing citizens only heard a loud noise, and then billowing black smoke rose from inside the church, as if something exploded.
The corridor in front of the warehouse was in tatters, filled with thick smoke, and rubble scattered everywhere. The wall facing the warehouse was scorched black, and most of it collapsed and broke.
Sigma stood calmly in the hot air. He raised his hand and looked at it, marveling at the extraordinaryness of the Saint's Shroud. Protected by this evil weapon, the elemental magic could not harm him at all.
Wayne looked at the unharmed enemy in surprise. After a brief silence, he raised his hand and fired.
Sneak attack!
Sigma only had time to raise his arm and spread his fingers before releasing the spell. The bullet penetrated the palm and hit his blurred face.
Instantly, this ever-changing face started to beat violently.
The enemy did not fall, so Wayne continued to pull the trigger until the magazine was emptied. Then he threw away the scrap metal in his hand and waved the storm with one hand, integrating the parasitic spores into every corner of the back garden.
Sigma's face kept pulsing, and every time he was shot, one of his faces flickered and disappeared. When Wayne's magazine was finished, he stood intact on the spot, except for a few more bullets at his feet.
Parasitic mushrooms bloomed on Sigma's body, draining his vitality to grow, and then secreted more spores to cause secondary and tertiary attacks.
A large number of tiny spores were inhaled into Sigma's body, raising his chest and abdomen high, and came out along his mouth, nose, ears and eyes.
Soon, a tree full of fungi grew and took shape.
Wayne frowned and was speechless. As he watched, Sigma snapped his fingers, and flames spread all over his body. After he stepped out, he was still intact.
What a strange immortality!
Rather than saying that he was immortal, it was better to say that the enemy was killed by him over and over again, and each time he was resurrected with full health.
"Mr. Muji, can you answer a question for me?"
Sigma's blurry face turned to Wayne and asked politely: "If we exchanged names on the day we were born, would you and I exchange places today? From my perspective, would you be me?"
What do you mean, engaging in philosophy?
Wayne sneered and strode towards Sigma: "I am very satisfied with my name. As for you, changing your name ten thousand times will not change your fate of dying today."
Within five steps, Wayne raised his fist.
"Wrong answer."
Sigma smiled slightly, and countless faces appeared on his face, and suddenly they all came out, and they all fell on Wayne's face.
Each of those faces has its own thoughts, each one is independent, and each one is highly collective. They call in unison for Wayne to integrate into the collective and into the new life.
Countless thoughts were mixed together, orderly but extremely chaotic. The harsh noise made people dizzy, and they couldn't help but shout along with those voices.
Seeing that the fist stopped, Sigma smiled even more.
Another self was born.
Bang!
The fist fell and hit Sigma's face hard, distorting the face that was still smiling.
"It's so noisy!"
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