The entire iron arrow looks like it is made of fine steel and pressed into shape, but it is actually made up of countless extremely thin, paper-like iron sheets attached to the skeleton, layer by layer.
The skeleton structure is extremely complex and delicate, and it will disintegrate with just the slightest collision. It's just that the speed of the arrow is too exaggerated. Even in just a short moment, it has penetrated layers of barriers, and in the blink of an eye, the skeleton is twisted. It pulls countless iron pieces to bounce and tilt, like an enraged snake.
But the upturned iron pieces did not fly out, but attached to the skeleton. As the skeleton trembled crazily, it shook thousands of times in the blink of an eye.
Thousands of iron pieces are thousands of "needle springs" that vibrate the air and emit a shrill whistle. The rising and falling sounds gathered in the same place, forming a terrifying noise that seemed to have substance.
Wherever the noise passed, all the ether shook wildly, setting off a riot.
It was like a miniature "trick", playing with the noise of countless needle springs, set off irregular ether fluctuations. The sharp tune completely expelled all the ether, turning the narrow room into an "etheric vacuum" for a short time. ".
Immediately afterwards, the bulkhead roared and shattered!
The warrior wearing heavy power armor ran wildly and broke through the wall. The moment the steel giant appeared, Philip's expression suddenly changed: "Knight Templar?! Bane, how dare you..."
But then, his voice stopped suddenly.
He recognized the origin of this armor, and anyone with eyes could recognize where it came from!
The armor worn by the warrior was completely different from that of the Knights Templar. It looked as if it were forged, forcibly pieced together, and welded from pig iron. There were still traces of rivets and manual repairs and repair welds on the outer shell. There is no refinement or majesty at all, but rather like an ugly beast, a crazy giant, or a patchwork of stitched corpses, showing a violent ferocity.
On the shoulders of the warrior, the combination of gears and holy symbols was painted with dark spray paint. It was a heresy that split from the sect a hundred years ago. It used pure human power to traverse the dark world and carve out a huge territory.
—Chainsaw Monks! ! !
This group of priests who have struggled to survive from the dark world have never shied away from doing dirty work. They collect money for their lives, kill people and set fires, and they are not afraid of death. When fighting, they hold a sword in their left hand and a scripture in their right hand, which can be used as a nail. Headbutt to smash the enemy's head.
If what the Holy City admires is God's mercy, then what they worship is God's cruelty.
In the world of the Chainsaw Monks, there are no musicians, no ether, and no warmth. There are only scriptures and machines, only mechanical miracles and cruel battlefields.
And now, the steel priest who broke through the wall raised the heavy "shower" in his hand. On the visor, the shark depicted in bone white and blood red was grinning.
Phillip gasped subconsciously.
The next moment, the atomizer vibrated, and the dark heavy oil was pushed by the hydraulic pressure, squeezed into it, and turned into extremely fine oil mist. The oil mist spurts out from the "shower" along with the air pressure, refreshing and cool, icy and refreshing... How strange!
What came out of it was violent dragon breath!
The crimson flames engulfed the entire room in an instant, and except for the armored warriors, everything else was bathed in the violent flames. The flames greedily burned every bit of air, and the low air pressure formed caused the flames to suffocate, cover all directions, and fill every corner.
There was no air, no breathing, no sound. In the dull and fuzzy heat, there was only the low noise of the "shower" running, like the laughter of a devil.
Just for an instant, Master Philip was covered in it.
In a place without ether, killing a musician is not much more difficult than killing a chicken.
It's a pity... Philip is not a chicken. Going forward thirty years, he is in the prime of life, the executioner of the Doctrine of the Faith, a murderer, a fanatic, and the master of swordsmanship in the Witch's Hammer!
In the flames, under the burning red robe, the sword blade was unsheathed.
The skinny old man took a step forward, his chest swelled, and he roared like thunder exploding.
The flames shook**.
A shrill light popped out from his wrist, splitting the fire dragon's breath in an instant, tearing up the scarlet, and the bright sword blade shrieked and chopped into pieces of the wind, from bottom to top, slanting, just in an instant , then raised it into the air.
At that moment, the sword blade floated like a bubble, and there was a crisp sound wherever it passed.
A straight crack spread, penetrating through the wrist, shower head, chest, and the chain saw monk's faceplate, turning it into two pieces!
The next moment, the raised sword blade fell on his head.
The flame opens up!
The crimson was split in half.
The steel monk's towering back cracked from the center, the steel shattered, the flesh and blood split, and fell to the sides, revealing the old monk bathing in flames behind him, with white hair stained with blood, and his pale eyes full of coldness.
He stood with his sword in hand, his burned half body twitching and almost falling to the ground.
But in the next moment, the dispelled ether responded to the call and turned into holy light to cover his body. The rotten flesh was gone and the scorch marks were no longer. He turned into a decayed old man again, holding the light in his hand.
Arrows like a rainstorm roared from the cabin on the opposite side of the aisle, but one by one they stopped in mid-air, locked by the light, unable to move.
The solemn praise of God resounded throughout the Iron Wheel.
The dying priest, who was burned to death on the ground, twitched, his blood flowed backwards, his blood peeled off, and with the soft sound of flesh and blood growing, his body became whole again.
They screamed, enduring the pain of rebirth, and climbed up from the ground.
Master Philip waved his hand, and the burning flame solidified, as if it was sealed into amber.
The arrows roared back and shot backwards, tearing apart the layers of decks and piercing the entire hull from the center, opening a tragically large hole.
Behind the shattered hatches, there was only the ballista operating automatically, and no one was left.
"Stay here."
He turned around and ordered.
Immediately afterwards, a huge light wheel unfolded from behind him, slowly rotating, and endless praises and chants sounded, like an angel descending.
With the blessing of the destiny chapter "The Incarnation of Divine Punishment", he held the sword and flew quickly. In an instant, he flew out of the hole in the side of the ship and hung high on the deck. His sad white eyes swept through the crowd. Still no trace of the assassin.
In the blink of an eye, he snorted coldly, turned around suddenly, and looked towards the deep sea. His pupils burst out with fiery light, illuminating the darkness and revealing the figures that were quickly retreating tens of meters below.
He snorted coldly, raised the blade, slashed it down, and split the sea surface. With a loud boiling sound, a ray of light penetrated into the deep sea, shuttled vertically and horizontally, and split the figures into pieces.
But after a long time, no blood seeped out, and the figure dissipated like a bubble. Only a dozen ugly and deformed fish surfaced, turned white and died.
"What the hell?"
Philip frowned, but then, the deformed strange fish suddenly expanded and exploded, and thick green smoke spurted out from the cracked belly of the fish. It expanded in the sea breeze in an instant, and enveloped Philip overwhelmingly.
Phillip snorted coldly, the sacred light stood up like a wall, and the miserable green smoke fell on it, making a hissing sound, and almost penetrated into it. This is a rare and powerful poison. Just one wisp is enough to turn the entire iron wheel into a rotten sea cemetery, but it cannot penetrate the barrier.
But within the barrier, there was a muffled groan.
Thick nosebleeds fell from Philip's nostrils and flowed out in a meandering way. He murmured hoarsely: "Illusion? And poison... Another 'Voodoo Crypt'? Do you dare to challenge the majesty of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith!"
Just when the poisonous fog swept over the sky, an assassin set up the fulcrum of the illusion in it.
It is activated instantly and pulls the enemy into the illusion. If there is only a slight negligence, the barrier will be broken without attack, and the enemy will be buried in the poison. The poison has also become a part of the illusion, making the illusion that was originally weak in lethality become more powerful.
The two complement each other, changing the weakness of the illusion school that is not good at killing, and turning it into a terrifying style of frontal attack. With such a unique technology, I have been searching all over the world and there is only one like this!
The famous illusionist—Voodoo Crypt!
"Tsk, there is actually a master? The employer's information is wrong..."
In the poisonous fog, an unhappy hoarse voice came: "Move out of the Holy City to scare people? I'm so scared, but after so many years, why don't you come to attack us again in the Northern Islands?"
Phillip's face was gloomy.
The Southern Islands and the endless vast ocean have always been one of the bases of the illusion school. Compared with the "mirage system" in the desert, they are not inferior. The legends of "Siren Musician" and "Dead Ship" were created by them. .
This group of musicians who manipulate reality and illusion travel across the sea and control large-scale smuggling and contraband sales. They have always been unstable elements. Their hands and buttocks have always been dirty, and they have never been less troublesome. pass them.
And he was so well-informed that he would hide out of sight at the slightest sign of trouble.
There has always been a proverb circulated among sailors: On the vast ocean, there may be a magician hidden in every shell.
Who knows where they might hide.
Therefore, even if they know that the target comes from the Holy City, there are illusion musicians who are short of money and want to take risks to get their fucking vote.
Anyway, it's just to prevent delays. The employer has a good reputation, the advance payment is very generous, and the payment is never delayed. There is such a good job in front of you. If you don't do it, you will be punished by God!
"Although I don't know why you offended that adult, but since he wants to torment you, there is nothing we can do."
The old man in the poisonous mist smiled strangely: "Why don't you save yourself some trouble and stay here for five minutes and I'll let you go. This way you'll be fine and I can do business easily. How about that? I can swear to Dayuan that I will keep my word." talk."
What answered him was the light of punishment!
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"Colt... Colt..."
On top of the chaotic iron wheel, the solidified flames seemed to have turned into a jungle, blooming like sad red flowers, gorgeous and tragic, as exquisite as art.
But among them, Colt, who was still in shock, heard a hoarse voice.
"My friend, where are you?"
The hoarse voice echoed in the broken flames, as if whispering softly in the ear: "Please come closer, it's so dark here, I can't see your appearance..."
The two priests drew their swords and looked around, seeing several black shadows slowly seeping out of the crystallization of the flames...
The sharp look in Colt's eyes flashed away, and "Reverse" drew out from his sleeves and slashed in the air.
In an instant, the music theory on the blade changes.
The music theory from the Apocalypse School unfolded and merged into the surrounding turbulent music theory. With this cut, the flame withered, the crystal shattered, all music theory connections were neatly severed, and the movement collapsed.
The black shadow screamed and disappeared, and the sound stopped suddenly.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Colt frowned, but felt a wet palm on his shoulder.
Someone silently clung to his back and chuckled softly in his ear: "I'm right here, can't you see?"
At that moment, Colt looked back in shock, only to see the broken body rising from the ground.
The body with only half of it left stood behind him, choking and crying. When it raised its head, it revealed its tragic side that had been cut open and was covered in blood and flesh.
"Don't be afraid."
It whispered in Colt's ear and chuckled: "I'm just here to give someone a message..."
The cracked head opened and closed its lips and whispered softly.
The next moment, the head was broken and blood splattered.
In the muffled sound, the mutilated corpse was nailed into the wall with a sword, and the sword trembled endlessly, as if it was continuing the sharp laughter.
There was a scream in the sky, and then a vague shadow wrapped in green poisonous mist fled away.
Philip, half of his body burning with phantom fire, returned to the cabin. The priest holding a sword helped him cut off the burning flesh and blood. Soon, the incomplete body grew again, becoming complete and old again.
Such rapid recovery may seem very effective, but in fact it consumes the human body's life and potential. Even if he becomes a master with the Psalm faction, he cannot save Philip's lifespan that was lost in the early years. Although he was only sixty years old, he was already extremely old.
"Let's disembark at the next port."
Philip's expression was gloomy: "It seems that we have been targeted. This group of lunatics dare to attack the Holy City!"
Colt was silent.
He stared blankly at the corpse on the wall, lost in thought. His ears seemed to recall that moment. The corpse whispered softly in his ear, as if it really brought greetings from the kingdom of the dead.
He said: "I'm back from hell..."
"-I'm alive."