"Whew!"

In the back door aisle, the mechanical pipes were fluffy and tightened again, faintly emitting a numb sour sound.

The six gang members were terrified and their skin was covered with blood-red rust.

The humanoid mechanical golem's eyes were blood-red, and everything from the bone armor, pipelines, and gears to the gears was full of tenacity.

"An indestructible machine of war, an unshakable fortress, a spark of civilization, a broken path of glory, O god of machinery, please blend my mind with my iron will and tear my ......enemies to pieces," the cloaked old man's lips twitched, and he whispered an obscure secret incantation.

"Boom!"

With the heartbeat of the cloaked old man, tangible mental fluctuations began to transmit to the humanoid mechanical puppet.

"Click! Click!"

At this moment, the action of enlarging the humanoid mechanical puppet increased, and the eyes of the cloaked old man were gradually stained with blood-colored rust, as if he was in the same breath as the mechanical puppet.

In the backyard of the ballroom, Joyce, who jumped out of the window of the room, tiptoed close to the back door, he leaned against the wall with his head down, not staring at the back door, but his left eye had the perception of the old man in the cloak.

"It's not like a ritual prayer, he just uses the secret spell to induce resonance, which has the effect of better communicating and manipulating the machine. Joyce only felt that the wound on her body was more painful when the cold wind blew it.

The wind was blowing to the right side of the back door, where Joyce was, he didn't think the old man in the cloak could smell it, and there were already some gangsters killed and injured in the back door aisle, and the smell of blood was already quite strong.

The humanoid mechanical golem in the back door aisle rushed out, but to Joyce's surprise, the humanoid golem's sturdy body actually climbed the wall like a spider to get out, instead of dealing with the six gangsters blocking the aisle.

"Boom!"

Arrin, who was stuck in the promenade, did not disappoint Joyce, and at the same time that he saw the humanoid mechanical puppet climbing the wall and circling around, he decisively shot the cannonball at the corner of the back doorway.

"Whew!"

Joyce also moved, and he jumped to the front of the back door aisle, and aimed his gun at the body of the cloaked old man with his back to him.

"Bang!"

The bullet emitted a great force and shot into the old man's neck.

Despite the blood-colored rust light, Joyce saw the bullet pierce the old man's neck, piercing his throat bone.

A two-fingered laryngeal bone burst a wound, and along with the flesh that had collapsed, burst open at the old man's front neck.

The effect of Joyce's shot was not unsatisfactory, but his heart sank slightly.

"Damn, the accuracy is so bad!"

With his left hand, Joyce threw the cannonball he was holding, and swerved down the back door aisle to the wounded old man in the cloak.

In order to increase the success rate, Joyce's shot was originally aimed at the back of the cloaked old man, and if he could be lucky, it would naturally be best to hit the back of the cloaked old man's heart.

But the bullet hit the wound of the cloaked old man, making Joyce's insidious thoughts uncertain.

"Do you want to rush up and shoot and blow the shells off?"

Joyce's second shot was not aimed at the cloaked old man, but at the cannonball not far from the old man's feet.

"Bang!"

Nervous, Joyce fired, and a bullet shattered wood chips on the floor of the aisle, an arm's length from the shell, and not on the trajectory of the aim.

"Ma's. ”

Joyce almost roared inwardly and cursed, regretting that this bullet might as well be greeted by the cloaked old man, at least the old man's goal was much larger than the palm of his hand that could hold a cannonball.

There were many times when I thought that it might not be possible, even in the corridor of the ballroom, Joyce's left eye was watching the cloaked old man almost all the time.

But even so, Joyce's insidiousness requires action support, and when the humanoid mechanical puppet attacked the corridor, he ran to the back door aisle, but his marksmanship was too difficult for him to look at.

After Joyce fired a second shot, the wounded cloaked old man couldn't turn around, but the blood-colored rust light in the back path surged.

"Boom!"

Before the shell explosion in the hallway had completely subsided, Joyce clearly spotted the figure of the humanoid mechanical golem returning at the end.

"That's it. ”

Joyce had long known that if he couldn't kill the cloaked old man, he would be more than lucky.

Remembering Rupert Sr.'s tragic death and corpse, Joyce's breathing deepened, and the muzzle of his gun was not adjusted, aiming at the cannonball that was about to erode the blood-colored rust.

The returning humanoid mechanical golem seemed to slow down to Joyce's eyes as it scurried towards the back door.

"Either you die or I die. ”

Joyce's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled the trigger of the box gun.

"Bang!"

The gunfire spread out in the muzzle of the box, and Joyce's eyes darkened, and his spirit was as if he had been pumped out of the chamber with a bullet, showing fatigue.

"Boom!"

It was only a moment of mental exhaustion, and Joyce didn't see the bullets hitting the shells on the ground in the aisle, but the violent explosion surged.

Gravel and sawdust filled the back door aisle with the cloak of the old man's broken flesh.

Previously, because of the gangster's rush in, the door of the aisle had already collapsed to the ground, and in the face of the catharsis of the debris and sawdust, Joyce rolled to the side, and his body was still covered with a layer of debris.

Joyce shook his head and got up, his left eye blurred to see the mechanical puppet that had entered the back door aisle by inertia, which was hit against the wall by the impact of the explosion and did not move, while one of the legs of the cloaked old man was shattered, and half of his body was also a blur of flesh and blood, constantly twitching on the ground.

Joyce struggled to his feet, and with bated breath rushed into the back door hallway where small bursts of fire were burning, and aimed the box gun at the back of the old man's heart with the broken cloak.

"Bang!

At a close distance, Joyce fired a clean shot, which not only hit the old man in the heart, but also gave him a shot to the temple of the side of the old man's head.

"Old Rupert, I've got your revenge!"

Joyce seemed to roar, but he held back, thinking that he strode away in a dashing manner, but in fact he couldn't stand the mutilated body and rotten flesh of the back doorway.

Not only the old man in the cloak, but even the six gangsters in the aisle, none of them could stand intact, plus the people who were killed and injured in the previous shootout, the scene in the back door aisle at this time was extremely tragic.

Out of the aisle, Joyce, armed with a pistol, saw Arrin on the left side of the corridor supporting the woman in the dress, and the remaining gangsters on the right side of the corridor approached.

For Joyce, the Iron Blood Society was not only numerous, but also surprisingly fierce, and in such a tragic situation, the remaining seven people did not escape.

"Bang!"

Instead of retreating to Arlin's side, Joyce shot at the approaching gangsters, bringing down a very charming-looking woman.

At this time, human life is just a kind of attrition, and it depends on who is more ruthless and who is stronger, in order to survive in the cruel fight.

"Yarlin. ”

Joyce didn't ask if there were any bullets in Arlin's pistol, pulled the last shell out of his trouser pocket and threw it at the six people who were still standing.

"This guy!"

Just as the six gang members were frightened away and the shells landed, Joyce saw that Yarlin did not shoot, and actually rushed towards this side with a folding knife.

"Bang!"

Joyce, not having the confidence to hit the shell again, beckoned the last bullet from the box gun to a gangster youth who had retreated.

"Five people, fight with them. ”

Joyce, who completely discarded the pistol, went to pick up the machete, partly because of the need for self-preservation, and partly to confuse the five retreating gang members.

Joyce knew that there was still a bullet in Arlin's pistol, and he noticed the gangster man wearing earrings, always glaring out the back door, hiding eagerness.

As for the final fight, Joyce felt that he couldn't do it anymore, the sight and perception of his eyes had gradually become unclear, and his body began to chill, as if fatigue was constantly attacking.

"Is it bleeding too much, or is it starting to run out of energy?" Joyce picked up two machetes, more to maintain his defensive heart.

The continuous battle was not long, but Joyce felt that it had been so long that he could not support it.

At this time, Joyce was covered in blood, some of the wounds were deep to the bone, and the blood even dripped down the ground along the torn shirt.

"Hold on a little longer. ”

Yarlin was not far from Joyce, his pistol aimed at a cannonball a little farther away, as if as a deterrent.

"You idiots rush up, don't be afraid of their bluffing, there's likely a mechanic in the aisle, and if you get the mechanics and drawings that will make you live well, the opportunity is right in front of you. The man with the earrings was really anxious, shouting and urging the four gang members.

"Kill them. ”

A young man with a drooping eye took the lead in raising his knife and slashing at Arrin and Joyce.

"Bang!"

Seeing the gangsters rushing forward again, Yarlin's last bullet was shot decisively.

"Boom!"

The shells that were hit burst into a cloud of black shatters, and the gangsters who were close were directly killed, and those who were a little farther away were also crumbled into the wall, and a large glass window in the corridor was shattered outward.

"Hey!"

Just as Arrin smiled in success, a reddish figure rushed through the debris dropped by the explosion.

"Boom!"

The pale red figure whipped his leg like a horizontal log swept across Joyce, sending him flying with his arm and machete raised.

"It's so strong!"

Joyce saw the whip leg and even tried to raise his knife to resist it, but the whip leg fell like a falling leaf, avoiding the blade and slamming it on his side ribs.

Joyce, who flew sideways and hit the wall, was more ruthless than the gangster who was blown up on the wall, and the whole person was like a broken sack that was thrown off.

"Wow!"

Yarlin, who reacted, looked startled, and quickly swung his knife at the pale red figure, but was avoided by the other party's retreat.

"Boom!"

Before Yarlin could adjust his swinging stance, the other party took a step forward and turned over with a kick, which was already slashing on his forearm.

Almost instantly, Arrin's legs were violently pressed to his knees, and his bloody face was full of pain and hideousness.

"You're underestimating me. ”

The gangster man with the earrings turned back to his legs and sneered cruelly at Arrin.

In the fluctuating blood, the figure of the man with earrings was stronger than before, and his muscles were sharp and angular, which was still hiding behind people to urge and instigate him.

"Die. ”

Facing Arlin, who was on his knees, the tall earring man pulled out the dagger in the leather pouch at his waist, not giving him a chance.