This is probably the first time Qiu Xuan has seen this level of gunfight with her own eyes.

It is said that the expression on the face of the delicate woman named "Ya" has completely changed at this moment, she is holding an old CZ75 pistol, hiding in the crowd and constantly firing two or three short shots.

Compared to the Glock 18 in Chiara's hand, the CZ75 probably has the advantage of high accuracy and close range. But under normal circumstances, this shot is nothing more than a limit of one for one, and it is indeed a bit difficult to win the opposite side and retreat with his whole body.

Before this, Qiu Xuan didn't know much about Ya, the titular "gun king", if she got the CZ75 herself, she would probably rush up and shoot at close - anyway, with her ghost marksmanship at medium and long distances, not to mention CZ75, even the desperate kind of auto-aiming machine gun can't hit a few people - but so far, Ya is still fixed in the crowd, aiming at Kiara in the range in the way of two consecutive shots and two consecutive rounds of positioning and grabbing the head.

Maybe it's because you know that Chiara's Glock is not suitable for long points, and the accuracy at long distances is poor?

But Qiu Xuan always felt that under normal circumstances, people with titles like Ya and them like to go off the beaten path, and like to deliberately win in a disadvantaged way to flaunt their identity and dignity at the commanding heights of the field.

In a sense, she was right.

The two had been fighting for a short first round for a while, and suddenly, Kiara's movements began to change.

She no longer blindly dodges Ya's bullets by dodging and shielding, and the saint who wears a pure white uniform but likes to use traditional guns such as TEC-9 or Glock suddenly dodges into the crowd, apparently trying to get close to Ya's face and gun.

Until now, even if everyone knew that the arsenal of the two could not only be the pistol in their hands, but whether it was Ya or Chiara, they seemed to have a tacit understanding and did not choose to change guns.

In fact, whether it is the Glock 18 or the CZ75, which is called the "little ak", it is a strong point in close combat close to the face. And there is no doubt that Ya's CZ75 has the upper hand, unless Kiara touches the trolls out of her arsenal at this moment, otherwise in terms of weapon performance alone, this close-range close face Kiara has a relatively small chance of winning.

What's more, her opponent is still the "Gun King" of the desperate Dark Star.

However, they still underestimated this Saint Canaan's firearm rose a little after all.

Glock's accuracy is poor, but its rate of fire and massive bullet capacity are far ahead. Such a melee advantage was simply exerted in Chiara's hands, and after the sideways dodge Ya's wave of close-range strafing that can be called a textbook pressure gun, taking advantage of the moment when the CZ75's already few bullets ran out of ammunition, the three-shot Glock began to suppress the fire infinitely.

Ya's eyes seemed to have a hint of chess opponent appreciation, and then, after the reload, she suddenly moved quickly through the crowd with a gun in one hand.

It was Kiara's Glock that couldn't match the accuracy of movement, and it was still in close range, and Kiara continued to use the advantage of fire speed to suppress fire after reacting quickly.

Both of them were armed with original factory-set guns, and the silencer was not installed to ensure the power and accuracy of the bullets, and the sound of the gunshots in the chaotic crowd of the central auditorium for a while also gave people the clearest and most intuitive feeling.

Numerous bullet holes were embedded in the surface of the Great Hall, and they huddled through the crowd, but few patients or personnel outside of the battle were affected by the bullets.

Even in the end, Qiu Xuan had the illusion that the two were not fighting as evenly matched opponents, they were more like close friends who were strangers in the smoke and fire. Sympathy for each other is also a mortal threat to each other.

Later, the shootout ended with Ya's refill ammunition.

In fact, for these executioners who have experienced desperate situations, firearms like the CZ75 are already considered "old antique guns" with a sense of age. Ya's suitable ammunition can persist until now is already her personal deep emotional trouble, compared to Chiara, who really belongs to this "era", it is very rare to be able to fight like this.

To put it mildly, if you replace it with the latest version of the guns in Ya's arsenal, it's really hard to say who will win and who will lose.

This is something that cannot be helped, and the suppression of science and technology in the context of the times is a gap that cannot be crossed. Chiara is a firearms genius of this era, but genius is not enough for her to cross the gap in the plane and create weapons far beyond the development level of her own civilization out of thin air.

It's just that countless world planes themselves have their own unique laws of development.

It's not that they can casually despise the plane that is backward in the development of civilization by virtue of their identity as "from the advanced development plane", after all, this is their home field.

In the past, it was not without the lesson that the executioners from the higher planes who regarded themselves as superior had paid a terrible price for looking down on the testing grounds of civilization, the term "home advantage" was never just a rhetoric.

The reason why the aborigines are aborigines is that they are more aware of the laws of their own world, and this so-called "law" change is often the core key to constituting a small world. Standing on their land, they must follow this "law", otherwise according to the convergence of the world, the consequences of being judged as an "outsider" are far more tragic and severe than those who fail the trial and remain in the field forever.

Ya must have understood this truth if she had survived until now, and she put down her empty magazine and raised her hands to indicate that the battle would stop. Chiara's chest heaved a few times and she gasped, and she also withdrew the Glock 18 in her hand.

"Who taught you your gun?" She waved her hand to stop the caregivers around her from trying to rush up to subdue Ya, and asked instead.

The delicate woman named Ya pulled back the sweat-soaked hair on her forehead, shrugged her shoulders and said, "No one taught me, I taught myself." ”

Kiara raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Let's discuss. You see, I'm out of bullets now. Ya waved her free hands to indicate harmlessness, "This gun is still quite precious, just leave it to me for a thought, don't confiscate it, okay?" ”

"St. Canaan prohibits all threats in the form of threatening the lives of others, especially weapons!" A stern-looking doctor said, "Trust me, keeping it won't help you in any way." Give it to us and we'll save it for you......"

"Alright, Dr. Bourne, it's just an empty gun."

Chiara interrupted the doctor's words with a shake of her head, "Let her keep, it's not a big deal, isn't it?" It's like Webb's pony toy. ”

"That's not a 'pony toy'......" There seemed to be a whisper of grumbling among the patients in the jumpsuits, "That's my Selena, we just got married last year, and we're the registered kind!" ”

"Okay, I was negligent, I apologize to you and Selena, okay?" Chiara looked back with eyes behind her back, and said with a smile in a certain direction in the crowd: "I'm sorry, Selena, I forgot that you and Webber are married, I express my sincere apologies to you, and wish you eternal happiness." ”

The man, Webb, exhaled with satisfaction, and raised his hand to touch the bulging pocket on his chest, as if in a reassuring motion.

Retreating back into the crowd, Ya consciously raised her hands for the belated caregivers to tie up the restraint belts. Her chest rose and fell a few times, and she glanced at Qiu Xuan with a vague and imperceptible gaze.

She's triggering the main story.

In an instant, Qiu Xuan understood what the other party meant. She pulled Ed out of the chaos with one hand, and the next second, just as she changed her pace and wanted to pull away, a cold barrel hit the back of her head.

"Have you calmed down?"

From behind her, Kiara's voice was slightly hoarse after a violent fight. Qiu Xuan seemed to see Ya step forward and want to say something, and then several heavily armed nurses quickly gathered up, and their hands were tied behind their backs to subdue her in place.

"Take them directly to the prison cell, and Ugel and them......" Kia pulled her finger and pointed at some of the most noisy patients in the crowd, "according to the rules, we should punish them accordingly, especially ...... Leader. ”

Several nurses followed the instructions and escorted a few patients and wanted to go out the door, when in the crowd, the chainsaw man suddenly overturned several nurses who stepped forward to suppress him. One of the jagged teeth was actually tearing a piece of flesh with a belt from the arm of the nearest nurse.

Chiara's face changed suddenly, and with a flip of her wrist, this time she didn't take out the same Glock 18 pistol she had used to fight Ya before. The truncated single-shot shotgun, version of the SPAS-15, is ferocious and armor-piercing, making it ideal for attacking opponents like Chainsaw Man at close range.

However, to everyone's surprise, the chainsaw stopped the continuous assault after injuring one of the paramedics. The powerful truncated shotgun at close range exploded in the air with a dull and heavy roar, as if the sound of a steel chain was pulling, and the mountain-like figure actually paused and then took the initiative to withdraw the weapon, standing silently in place and no longer making any offensive and threatening movements.

This was the last scene Qiu Xuan saw when she was escorted out of the central auditorium, and then she and several patients who had just been most agitated were taken out of the auditorium, and a few minutes later, the nurses in charge of escorting them all stopped.

It was none other than the only cardinal of St. Canaan, who should have stayed in the Central Hall to deal with the farce.

"You are busy with yours, I will take someone away, and I will not delay your business."

The cardinal said as he watched with admiration and trepidation from all those responsible. Then he walked over and grabbed the rope of the only "witch" in the team, and when he saw this, one of the nurses hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said, "That, Lord Asafel...... The person you are going to take is the leader of this morning's riot in the Great Hall, and Lord Chiara has just told us to follow the rules, and she will come to check on it later. You see you like this...... Not so good. ”

"When did I say I was going to shield her?" The bishop turned his head and glanced faintly at the open-mouthed nurse. "It was because the consequences of the incident in the Central Auditorium were so bad that I planned to take people to the reprimand room myself. You go back and tell Chiara that you don't have to bother, I'll take care of it." ”

The nurse suddenly realized, and hurriedly said a lot of meaningless compliments with a strange and inexplicable admiration, and then collectively straightened his waist and watched the figures of the two disappear into the depths of the corridor.

……

Time comes back to the moment.

"I didn't look at you unpleasantly," Qiu Xuan sighed as she sat in the electric chair. "What happened in the auditorium before you took it as an accident, I had a relapse of stress disorder and I didn't control my emotions...... But I do have a question for me. ”

"You say."

"It's about the name 'Seraphim.'" At this moment, there was finally a chance not to wear that damn restraint mask anymore, Qiu Xuan simply said it directly. "A physician from St. Canaan asked me why he chose to accept such a name. And for a long time, people around me seem to have a faint reaction to this name. I would like to ask, is there any special symbolism behind the name Seraphim? ”

The bishop kneeling in front of him seemed to freeze for a moment, and then the man casually dropped the electrode he had been holding in his hand, clapped his hands and stood up again.

"Tell you the truth, little girl." "It's not a big deal about the name, if there's one thing that's special about it...... Every year, among the people who are admitted to the hospital, there is a patient named 'Seraphim'. ”

Qiu Xuan raised her eyebrows, "All the names of Saint Canaan were passed down from the hands of the previous person. So that means that before me, several patients named 'Seraphim' had already died here, and none of them lived for more than a year? ”

"You can understand that...... But they're not 'dead'. ”

Qiu Xuan: "What do you say?" ”

"Their souls went to the Templar." The man in the platinum robe suddenly approached, his hands propped up on the armrests on either side of the electric chair, and from a distance it looked as if he had completely pulled the chair into his arms. "Seraphim, Burning Angel Seraphim. Their pupils shimmer with the fire of vengeance, their bodies are the gift of the Holy Descent, and the six wings spread out are the supreme guardians of the sky, accompanied by crimson lightning. They descended from the flames of the Templar and returned to Eden at the top of the stars...... Can you believe it? ”

Qiu Xuan was stunned for a few moments.

She looked up at the cardinal who was close in front of her, and the only light source in the already dimly lit room was obscured by the man's leaning movements.

Qiu Xuan listened at first with the mentality of listening to the mythological background that had been processed through art, but at the end, Qin Jiuyuan's voice suddenly changed and asked rhetorically, "Do you believe it", she couldn't help but feel a little suddenly shaken.

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